Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 133: what you’re looking at

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124 GUY HAMMERSLEY. cations for the position already to-day, but nobody suits. Have you had any experience with horses?” ‘‘VYes ; both in riding and driving. I used to do a good deal of both up to a year ago.” ‘‘Well, that’s encouraging,” exclaimed Mr. Hamp- ton, turning round in his revolving chair so as to fully face Guy, and motioning the latter to aseat. ‘‘To the best of my belief, none of the fellows that were in here this morning had ever ridden behind steeds any more spirited than the car horse. You see I want somebody to help show off harness as if he knew something about it, and to throw in bits of personal experience, if necessary, which may gain us acustomer. We pay eight dollars a week for a start. Have you had any experience in business here in the city?” ‘Ves, a little,” Guy admitted, and he drew the letter he had received from Mr. Fox out of his pocket and handed it to the harness man. The latter read it through and passed it back, with the remark: ‘‘A very strong recommendation, but if he thinks so much of you, how came he to let you 20?” ‘“‘Owing to a very unfortunate occurrence,” re- joined Guy, feeling that he was growing most uncom-_ fortably red. ‘‘I was accused of something very unjustly, the guilty party afterwards confessed, and I was fully exonerated, but meanwhile Mr. Fox had replaced me with some one else.” ‘“‘Umph!” Mr. Hampton leaned back in his chair, played a little tune on his teeth with his pen-holder, Gomicboo <=) (€(@) m