The Coalville times. [volume] (Coalville, Utah) 1894-1923, 1904-06-17
oHAPTER xvll.-contInue,.
ny JEAWKATE LUDLUI


CHAPTER Xvii.-continued.
When the meal was over DR. Dun.
widdio arose, and. az was his habit.
returned TO the house up the road to
see TO his patients condition, and
found that Johnson had slept through
tho night scarcely stirring. sull as a
baby. Things were going well 10 help
on his recovery; and though IL would
be months before he could be able to
get around, yet there was every hope
and every reason TO expect him to
recover
Johnson moved and opened his eyes
slowly as Dr Dunwiddie entered the
room. Vacant, hollow eyes they were,
with a stare In them which startled
Dolores.
DR. Dunwiddie was at his side In
stantly, but without a sign Of haste.
He is used TO your voice" he said
10 Dolores. without turning his head.
Speak TO him. Miss Johnson. Say
anything to hlm-anything you are In
The habit OF saying"
Dolores came no nearer the bed:
she stood quietly at the window, and
asked In her ordinary voice, slow. un.
Interested: Are you ready for break.
fast father?"
The hollow eyes closed weakly for
n moment Mrs. Allen entered at that
moment with the beef tea, and Do.
lores, taking the bowl from her hand,
crossed over to tho bedside John.
b "a
old expression Of distrust and dislike
In them. She bent over him. and Or.
Dunwiddlo raised his head a trino
gently on his arm as she put the spoon
70 his lips with steady hand and un.
moved face. But when she offered
him the second spoonful he closed his
eyes and endeayored to turn aside his
head. with the sullen expression on
his face. Dolores bent over the bed
and held the spoon steadily 20 his
lips, as she said. In a tone that thrilled
her listeners by its slow, almost stern
sweetness:
Drink this, father"
He obeyod like child. and she fed
him carefully according TO the doc.
tors orders. DR.. Dunwlddie watched
hor movements wonderlngly. Where
did this girl get her womanly tact?
Surely not from this man upon the
pillows. whose face was indicative OF
nothing but q brute nature.
It was an exquisite morning. Mrs.
Allen was with the doctor. there was
no need OF her there. and she went
out and sat on the door-stone in tho
shadow OF the pines. Leaning her
head against the door.post her hands
fell 10 her lap. Her eyes we're intent
on the mountain with q sort OF hun
cry look in them. II had meddled so
with her life-or was It the fate OF the
stars that crippled her father and pre-.
vented his going to court where the
mon were eager to have him, like the
vulture on the mountain. She knew
little of fate or law. but II seemed to
her that the one possessed her, and
the other was waiting. waiting In
terrible silence Tor her father TO 70
TO prove the malice prepense In the
tanning OF the mare-a waiting that
appalled, her by its logged patience.
What her neighbors thought she did
not care; she had lived without them;
she could still live without them. Had
she known how roughly they used her
name she would scarcely have under.
stood their meaning. Her mind was
too pure and too high above them 20
comprehend the evil they would lay
at her door. Lode, among them ali.
was the only kind one Not one of the
woman had been near her. but the
women never did come; she cared
nothing about that, only there was
something in her life that had not
been there before and that called for
oompanionship for the sympathy OF