Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 137: what you’re looking at

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128 GUY HAMMERSLEY. commission business and boom the sale of butter and eggs after soaring in the high realms of art?” Guy smiled and said that he thought he could, and inquired into the duties he would be required to per- form. ‘‘Well, we might send you on the road to drum up trade among out-of-town customers after we got you worked in. Your salary to begin with would be seven dollars a week.” Guy was about to exclaim that he could not pos- sibly live on that, but checked himself in time with a recollection of the fact that he must now adapt his living expenses to his income, not the latter to the former. So after a little further conversation it was agreed that he should come down ready to begin work on Monday morning, for it was now Satur- day. ‘‘ And what are the hours, Mr. Jones?” Guy asked as he rose, scarcely realizing his good fortune. The other made no reply for an instant, and Guy thought he even staggered backwards a step or two. Instinctively he turned his head to look towards the front of the store to see if anything had happened there to cause consternation in the mind of the pro- prietor. But all seemed to be in smooth running order, and Guy was about to repeat his question, under the im- pression that the commission merchant had not heard it; when he was utterly astonished to hear the other Say : | ‘“To you, sir, there will be no hours in this estab- lishment. I have no use for your services.” Gomichbooks: co