Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 109: what you’re looking at

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100 GUY HAMMERSLEY. perhaps some day I can make enough to have her come on to New York and live with me.” ‘‘What a brave, hopeful little chap it is,” Guy said to himself, and contrasting his own lot in life with that of his seat-mate, he took courage and felt that the outlook for him was not so dark as it might have been. When they reached Harrisburg and changed to an express train they took dinner together, and Guy gave Jack his own lighter satchel to carry while he took the heavy one, and then they found seats together again in the other train, for Guy could not now afford to travel in the Pullmans. Jack never having been away from home before was intensely interested in everything he saw, and not till it grew dark did he let his head fall back and drop off to sleep. The train was due in New York at 9.20P. m., and here Jack expected his Uncle John to meet him at the upper ferry. ‘“You don’t know what he looks like, do you?” asked Guy as they left the boat. ‘‘No, but he said he’d be looking out for a little boy with a big bag, and there isn’t any cther on the train, so I can’t miss him,” returned Jack, confi- dently. But he did miss him, nevertheless, and for the very good reason that Mr. John Bradford was not there. Jack’s face grew lengthy as he stood there under the sizzling electric lamp, holding his heavy bag, which he would not let Guy take for fear, without this means of identification, his uncle would pass him over. Everybody went off across West Street and was Gomichbooks (€() m