Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 164: what you’re looking at

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GUY HAMMERSLEY. 155 39 apiece for the product of each of these would be He hesitated for an instant, and then Guy added, with a little laugh: ‘‘ Ninety-six dollars a day. At that rate l wonder why some Wall Street brokers don’t change their business. They wouldcertainly get rich faster than a great many of them do now.” ‘‘Oh, of course I don’t suppose one could think of ? a new joke every five minutes in the day,” rejoined Ward, looking a trifle silly as he realized to what lengths his enthusiasm had carried him ‘I just wanted to show you what possibilities there were in the scheme. I think I'll begin to-night, so I’ll have something to fall back on in case I don’t succeed in getting a regular placeto-morrow. Ofcourse tramp- ing about all day trying to geta situation isn’t just the best sort of preparation to set the mind in trim to reel off funny things, but then I don’t want to get in the habit of waiting for moods to write. I wonder if I can find any paper to write on in this establish- ment?” Harold brought him some, and while Guy picked up the advertising sheet of the journal he had cast aside, Ward took out his lead pencil, and, propping his head on his arms, which rested on the table, wrinkled his brow and looked terribly serious in the effort to be funny. One, two, three minutes passed, and still he remained in the same position, with not one word as the result of his deeply severe thinking. A quarter of an hour later Ruth, who had gone in to see if Mrs. Hammersley wanted anything, re- turned, and, looking over her brother’s shoulder, Eomichboo CS (E(0) m