Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 23: what you’re looking at

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tg GUY HAMMERSLEY. jor an instant as his thoughts flew at once to his mother. ‘‘What is it?” he cried, running part way up the stairway to meet the girl. ‘‘Mother sent you 9? io—— ‘‘Lor’, Mr. Guy,” was the response, ‘‘she ain’t © able to speak, and Miss Stanwix thought I'd better come down and get you.” ‘‘ For Heaven’s sake tell me what has happened!” demanded Guy, his vivid fancy picturing a hundred dreadful possibilities. ‘“VYou'll come right back with me, won’t you?” went on the girl, as they reached the sidewalk. ‘* Yes, of course,” and Guy led the way to the up- town stairway without a thought of Fox & Burdell. Some evil had befallen his mother, and there was no room in his mind for anything else just then. ‘‘Now what is it, Eliza?” he repeated, when he had dropped two tickets in the box, and they were pacing the platform waiting for a train. _ “It was an express wagon, sort, belongin’ to Tim O’Shea, who does kape the little office around the corner. Yer ma was crossin’ the strate, agoin’ to get on the car, whin Tim’s bhiy Tom came drivin’ along, gapin’ at a big theayter poster, the galoot, and his horse knocked your ma down, and her beautiful plush cloak do be that covered with dust an’ dirt as brings tears to your eyes to look at it.” ‘‘ But mother herself,” interrupted Guy, impatient- ly. ‘*‘Nevermindthecloak. Tell me, was she much hurt ?” ‘‘Well, as I was tellin’ ye, sorr, she was spachless (E@NMIELONOOLKS (€©) m