Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 116: what you’re looking at

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GUY HAMMERSLEY. 10? “T ain’t much at writin’,” admitted the girl, as she took a pen and a bottle of ink from the mantelpiece, **but I'll do the best I kin.” “<T'll tell you what to say,” suggested Guy, and then ensued a great «earch for asheet of paper, which was‘finally found in the back room. At last the girl seated herself at the marble-topped table between the windows, from which she had first carefully removed the wax flowers in their glass case, Then Guy began to dictate : ‘‘This is to certify that I My Here he paused and inquired her name. ‘*Do you mean what it is now or what it will ba next month?” she looked up to ask, with the nearest approach to a gigele she had given during the inter- view. ‘‘ Your present name, of course,” answered Guy; and considerably abashed by his manner of receiving her request, she murmured faintly : ‘‘Lottie M. Crapfel.” ‘That I, Lottie M. Crapfel, took from Mr. Inwood’s desk the thirteen dollars which Guy Hammersley was unjustly accused of appropriating, and will re- turn the same as speedily as possible.” ‘Ts that all?” demanded the girl, looking up anx- * jously, when, with many suggestions from Guy as to the spelling of the long words, she had completed the above confession. ‘‘All except signing your name at the bottom,” answered Guy, ‘‘and putting your address and the date.” ‘‘But there ain’t nothin’ about my not bein’ sent to jail,” she objected, Gomiecboo “S (E(0) m