Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 131: what you’re looking at

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122 GUY HAMMERSLEY. Here Hammersley briefly related how he had se- cured the confession of the real culprit, and Mr. Fox appeared to be genuinely sorry that he could not take him back. ‘But I'll give you a first class recommenda- tion,” he added, ‘‘and as soon as I have a vacancy ‘Tllsend for you, and give you the first chance if you haven't got a better place.” This was certainly treatment in most grateful con- trast to that which had been meted out to him at Mr. Tretbar’s establishment, and when Guy sallied forth ten minutes later to call at the first address on his list of possible positions, his spirits rose higher than is usually the case with those who start out om such a quest. This first marked advertisement took him toa lawyer’s office in a big Broadway building, and after riding clear to the top floor in the elevator, he was met by the announcement that they had hired a boy five hours before. ‘‘But I ought to expect that,” Guy told himself, ‘* at this time of day.” Nevertheless he resolved to go through his list. Other firms might not be so easy to suit, and then he disliked the idea of passing another night without more settled prospects for his future. The next ad- dress took him over to Park Row, where a ‘‘ Mr. Hiram Ballard wanted a youth of 17 to 18 to assist in store.” ‘‘That surely strikes me off as to age,” reflected Guy, as he made his way with some difficulty along the crowded sidewalk, past the imposing news- Eomichbooks m (€(0)