Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 144: what you’re looking at

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GUY HAMMERSLEY. 135 club, and the thing is off fortwo weeks. I hadn’t made any other provision for the evening, of course, it was too late to do itafter I got the telegram, which I found here ten minutes ago when I came in from dinner, you can't very well call ona girl Saturday night, I hate to go to the theater alone, and now you're here, I’m going to take you with me.” “* But——” ‘‘No buts unless you have a previous engagement. We'll walk down three blocks and hear De Wolf Hopper. Meantime I'll step out to the elevator and have my seats ordered and then come back to hear an account of yourself and doings.” Guy found it very pleasant to be taken possession of in this summary fashion, and when Bert returned, determined to satisfy his curiosity by giving a com- plete account of his adventures since he had seen him that noon in the early part of the week at Fox & Burdell’s. ‘‘Well, you have been through a lot in two weeks and no mistake,” was Arlington’s exclamation, when the narrative was concluded. ‘‘And now you're on the scent for a posish?” he added, as he slipped into the adjoining room to brush his hair. ‘‘IT am, very muchso,” answered Guy. ‘* Doyou happen to know of anything I could get?” ‘‘Well rather,” rejoined Bert, coming out, brush and comb in hand. ‘‘ You're the very fellow, I take it, we want in our office.” ‘‘ Your office ?” echoed Guy in delighted surprise. ‘¢Where are you and in what line? Youhaven'ttold me anything about yourself yet.” ™ Gomicboo cS (E(@) m