Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 130: what you’re looking at

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GUY HAMMERSLEY. {2 It was just twelve o’clock when he reached the familiar spot, and the doors were opening and shut- ting almost ceaselessly to admit the vanguard of hungry business men. ‘“‘l wonder if they’ve got anybody in my place,” reflected Guy as he entered, and irresistibly his eyes sought the counter where he had been stationed. Yes, there was a sallow-faced youth, with reddish hair, in attendance upon it, and Guy did not know whether to feel disappointed or relieved. Of course he would like to secure a position at the earliest pos- sible opportunity, but then he had never been in love with his duties at Fox & Burdell’s. ‘Why, hello, Hammersley, how are you?” said the cashier, extending his hand as Guy approached the desk. This greeting was certainly in refreshing contrast to the reception accorded him at the /ireszde Favorite office, and the boy’s heart warmed at once. | ‘‘ How are you, Scott?” he rejoined, returning the pressure. ‘‘ Is Mr. Fox about? I'd like to see him for a moment.” ‘‘Easy to accommodate you, for here he comes now.” Mr. Fox looked exceedingly surprised on seeing Guy, but the latter, with a simple ‘‘ Good-afternoon, Mr. Fox,” placed the communication from Mr. Inwood in his hand, and then withdrew a step or two to give him time to read it. ‘‘T congratulate you with all my heart,” exclaimed the restaurant proprietor, cordially, the next instant, as he gave Guyhis hand. ‘‘Come back in the office with me,” cS GEomichboo