Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 178: what you’re looking at

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GUY HAMMERSLEY, 169 leaving, and at once told him the story of his strange encounter. ‘‘ By Jove, the fellow had been drinking, hadn’t he?” exclaimed Ward, when Guy was about half through the recital. } ‘* No, indeed, he hadn’t, or I’d have detected it, but wait till you hear the rest;” and Hammersley then went on to tell about Harold and the possibility of his finding an opening to act the star réle in a popular play. ‘‘ Great Ceesar, if that goes through, that ten-year older will be earning more money a week than you and I put together!” and Ward gave vent to a long, low whistle, which might mean either supreme satis- faction or the reverse. ‘‘ Well, I believe they get all the way from twenty to seven hundred dollars a week,” responded Guy. ‘«Seven hundred!” ejaculated Ward. ‘‘ Don’t be- lieve it, not to doubt you, Hammersley, but the news- paper in which you saw the statement. But do you suppose his mother will let him act, if this manager says he will do?” ‘‘T think so, yes, if we do not say anything about it till we bring back a favorable report from Mr. Eng- lish. So be careful how you speak about the matter at home before we learn the decision.” The next day, as soon as he reached the office, Guy asked Arlington what he knew about Shepard. ‘‘Oh, you mean the fellow whose play failed so dismally at the Criterion last night ! ” exclaimed Bert. ‘‘T was there myself, and a worse fiasco I have never seen, though the actors did their very best to save it. Gomichboo CS (E(0) mn i