Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 162: what you’re looking at

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GUY HAMMERSLEY. 153 sick this morning soon after you went away. I couldn't go to school because I had to run out and hunt up a doctor, and then go off to the drug store two or three times. Miss Farleigh has had to be with her all day.” Guy hurried in and met Ruth in the parlor. She looked wan and anxious. ‘‘The doctor says it isa general break down of the system,” she answered in response to Guy’s eager questionings. ‘‘She must have careful nursing and the most nourishing diet. Yes, you can see her.” When Guy came back to the parlor, which had now become the dining-room, for Harold had begun to set the table, he found Ward there. One glance at his face was sufficient to show that his day’s quest had been a fruitless one. While they were eating dinner he told in lowered tones his experiences. ‘‘In the first place,” he began, ‘‘ almost every place I went to had already engaged a boy, and others that hadn’t when they found out that I wasa stranger in New York, said I wouldn’t do at once, By that time I had got down to the bottom of my list, where I had put the doubtful ads, those that promised big profits for little work, and which, as I suspected, turned out in every case to be baits for book agents. As I haven’t had myself padded against assaults from American boots, I said I’d think about it, and got out as quick as I could.” Ward tried to make light ofhis failure forthe sake of the others, asserting that he meant to work on different lines on the morrow. ‘*You ought to get a Sunday paper if you want Gomicboo Ss (E(0) m