Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 138: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

GUY HAMMERSLEY. 129 , ‘‘Very good, sir,” and putting on his hat, Guy took his departure without loss of time. ‘‘The man must be weak in the upper story,” he told himself when he reached the sidewalk. ‘‘I thought him a little queer when he first began to talk, but not enough so to change his mind so suddenly as he did just now.” In fact Guy was so perplexed by the circumstance that for a time he forgot to feel grieved over it or to recollect that ‘‘ Arthur May-Jones” was the last name on his list. It was the sight of this name, as he paused to take a farewell glance back at the store in case the fickle proprietor should have again changed his mind, that gave to Guy a possible solu- tion of the mystery. ‘*Great Scott!” he ejaculated, ‘‘I believe I forgot the hyphen and called the name plain Jones, instead of May-Jones. That was the only time I used the name, I remember, just at the last. And he’s just the sort of a man to make a mountain out of a mole- hill like that. Well, it wouldn’t do any good to go back and apologize, so I suppose I must put it down as a lesson in experience, and try again.” And now it was on consulting his paper that he dis- covered that he had exhausted his list. Besides, it was well on toward three o'clock, and being Saturday afternoon, merchants were beginning to close their stores. ‘And I haven’t had any lunch either,” he added to himself. In the excitement of securing a situation, thinking that each fresh application might result in success, cS (E(0) m Eomic JOO