Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 102: what you’re looking at

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GUY HAMMERSLEY. 93 **I will speak to Ward about it,” said Guy. So when the four met in the hotel parlor for a few minutes, to talk over the performance before separat- ing to their rooms, Guy drew young Farleigh aside and said: ‘‘The colonel led us to understand that a settlement would be made after each evening’s enter- tainment. Has he said anything to your sister about it to-night? ” ‘‘No, not till I jogged his memory about it,” replied Ward. ‘‘ And then how much do you think he told me would be Ruth’s share ?” “T couldn’t guess, but it ought to be a good deal, for the house was just packed.” ‘‘That’s where youre wrong. Ten dollars is all that is coming to her!” ‘Ten dollars!” whistled Guy. ‘‘ Why, there’s some mistake, or else he’s deliberately cheated you, as he will us. Didn’t you make a fuss about it?” ‘Trust meforthat. I declared thatthe size of the house spoke for itself, and that my sister ought to have a hundred dollars as her share of the receipts at the very least. Oh, you know I’m not afraid of the colonel, Hammersley, and I just reared around that box office while Ruth was getting dressed, till I got him pretty mad, I can tell you.” ‘‘Well, and what explanation did he give?” de- manded Guy, breathlessly, who, for his mother’s sake, had a vital interest in the matter. ‘‘Why, he told me that two thirds of the house was ‘papered,’ let in free, because it was the first night and he wanted to get a good ‘send off,’ as he called it, Well, there’s one consolation about it,” Gomicboo cS (E(0) m =>