Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 122: what you’re looking at

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GUY HAMMERSLEY. 113 may be sure that’s the trouble,” beat a precipitate retreat. In five minutes the room was cleared of all save Guy and Jack, and Mr. Crapfel was about to remove the latter in the summary fashion already described, when Guy broke in with : ‘‘ He is with me, and we will go at once if you will first speak to your daughter and ask ifshe wishes to see me.” ‘‘But I do not understand,” mused Mr. Crapfel, dropping into a chair and beginning to mop the perspiration from his forehead with a bandanna handkerchief. ‘‘ You are a stranger to me, and if At this moment the girl Lottie pulled aside the curtain that separated the parlor from the rear apart- ments. Her face was as pale as the handkerchief she held tightly clinched in her hand. ‘‘ It isabout something that happened while I was at the Fireside office, father,” she said, in clear, re- solved tones. ‘‘ This young man was blamed for it, when it was all my fault. I wrote him out a paper that would clear him, and—and wanted to get it back. But I will only have peace if he keeps it.” She dropped the curtain again, leaving Guy and her father looking at one another mutely. The old man was the first to speak. Hedrewa heavy sigh and shook his head sadly from side to side, as he gave Guy his hand. ‘‘Tt is mournful business, young man,” he said, ‘‘ when a father must believe that a daughter has— has taken what is not hers. But, poor child, it is an affliction. Even as a little tot she couldn't keep her Gomicboo cS (E(0)