Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 161: what you’re looking at

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152 GUY HAMMERSLEY, CHAPTER XXIII. WARD ATTEMPTS JOKE MAKING. Durine a good part of the next day Guy’s thoughts were more distracted than they should have been perhaps from his work. He was kept constantly wondering what success the other members of the little household in Harlem would meet with in their quest for employment. For his mother had decided to call on Dr. Pendleton, taking Ruth with her, while Ward was to answer certain advertisements he had cut out of the morning paper. It may be believed, therefore, that when the young real estate clerk took the elevated train home at five o’clock, he was pos- sessed of a feverish impatience to hear the result of their efforts. Two steps at a time he ascended the long flights of stairway, eager to burst into the cosy apartment with a cry of ‘‘ Well, what cheer?” But on the top landing stood Harold, one finger laid across his lips, while with the other hand he motioned for his half-brother to tread lightly. ‘‘Why, what’s the matter?” whispered Guy, his heart fairly springing into his throat. ‘It’s mamma,” replied the boy. ‘‘ She was taken Eomichbooks (€@) m