Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 204: what you’re looking at

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GUY HAMMERSLEY. 195 dragged by, and, finding that conversation was an inspirer of hope, Mrs. Westmore began to talk to Guy, first of their situation, and when that subject was exhausted, of himself. ‘¢Your name,” she said, ‘‘while rather an odd one, is very familiar to me. My cousin married a Mr. Franklin Hammersley.” ‘‘ Why, that was my father’s name!” exclaimed Guy, almost springing out of the chair he had taken near the center table. ‘‘] wonder if it can be the same,” said Mrs. Weste- more, scarcely less excited than was Guy. ‘‘Was your father a Western man?” ‘* Ves; I was born in Glendale, a suburb of Cin- cinnati,” answered Guy. ‘‘I knew very few of my mother’srelatives. She died when I was only a baby.” ‘‘“Then you must be my second cousin—let me see if I can recall your name;” and, with a hand out- stretched toward him, Mrs. Westmore bent her head in deep thought. Only foran instant, then she raised it with the exclamation: ‘“‘Guy. I just remember hearing they had decided toname theboy Guy. And you are Guy, are you not?” ‘Yes, that’smy name; ” and the fellow felt slightly embarrassed as he submitted to having both hands clasped by his new found relative. ‘Well, this is queer enough,” remarked Mrs. West- more, when she had informed Amy of her discovery. ‘‘Ridley will be delighted, I am sure, to find a cousin in New York so near his own age.” ‘‘That’s so,” reflected Guy. ‘‘She doesn’t realize all the queerness of it, my turning out to be related Gomiecboo <=) (E(0) m