Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 108: what you’re looking at

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GUY HAMMERSLEY. 99 against the glass to catch a last glimpse of it as the train dashed across the bridge with the usual hollow tumbling ‘‘I came near getting drowned there last winter. I skated right into an air hole. I was get- ting awful cold when they pulled me out. Did you ever fail through the ice?” Guy was compelled to admit that he had never afforded anybody the opportunity to make an heroic rescue; but another sort of ice being thus broken, the two boys, the big one and the little one, were soon chatting like old friends. Itdid not take long to learn his companion’s story. His name was Jack Bradford, he had lost his father and mother a month before, within a week of each other, and there was only his little sister Nellie and himself left. She had been adopted by the family of a kind neighbor, where Jack himself had been given a home till his Uncle John—for whom he had been named and who lived in New York—could be heard from. ‘‘We hadn’t seen him since I was a littie baby,” Jack explained, ‘‘and almost the last thing p.1pa said was that I must have his advice. So Mrs. Wiggin wrote to him, but. there didn’t any answer come for ever so long, because you see we didn’t know exact- ly where to send the letter. When uncle got it though he wrote back and said he was porter in a big Japa- nese store on Broadway, and that if I’d come on to New York he could get me a place as cash boy there at two dollars a week, an’ I could live with him an’ Aunt Louisa. But it was awful havin’ to leave Nellie behind. I’m goin’ to work dreadful hard though, an’ L.of C. Gomichboo cS (E(0) m