Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 43: what you’re looking at

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34 GUY HAMMERSLEY. chanced to fall on the window of ashoe store op» posite, wherein hung a card bearing the words : Boy WANTED. ‘If I could only get another position at once,” was the thought that flashed into Guy’s mind at the sight, ‘* mother need never know!” He hastily finished his apple, and then pulling himself together so as not to betray any trace of the ordeal through which he had just passed, crossed the street. ‘‘Traubmann & Feder” was the name over the door, and at the moment trade appeared to be dull, for a shock-headed German, looking as if he might be Mr. Traubmann or Mr. Feder, stood in the doore way looking out, twiddling a toothpick between his teeth, while another Teutonic visaged gentleman, evidently the other partner in the firm, was seated on the outermost of a row of chairs, reading the advertisements in a morning paper. The store was a medium sized one, and Guy judged must cater principally to the wants of men employed in the butter and cheese houses in the vicinity. The instant he entered the establishment both men started towards him with a smiling ‘‘ Good after- noon,” evidently under the impression that he was an intending purchaser. ‘* T came in response to that card in the window,” began Guy, addressing himself to the man with the paper. ‘**Ach, yes,” and there was a tinge of disappoint: (E@NMIELOOOLKS (EO) m