Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 44: what you’re looking at

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GUY HAMMERSLEY, 35 ment in the exclamation. ‘‘Vell, have you had any experience in shoes?” ‘“*No,” Guy was forced to admit, ‘* but you don’t expect me to make them, do you?” ‘No, no; ve vants a poy to wait on gustomers and keep things neat around the shop. Ye do now so pig a pizness that Mr. Feder and me can’t do it all alone mit ourselves, and the books too. I beena lookin’ through de paper to see if anybody put a notice in for shoe stores‘ but I didn’t see any, so I shust hung out that card.” ‘*I think I could please you,” said Guy, eagerly. ‘The shoes have the numbers and prices marked on the box, don’t they?” ‘* Yes, yes, that part’s easy. It’s the sellin’ we’re- particular about; the talkin’ smooth an’ polite to de ladies what come in here. Now I tink you could do dat, by lookin’ at you.” The German laughed and Guy blushed. ‘* How much do you pay ?” he asked. ‘‘ Dree dollars a week ; hours from seven to seven and Saturday nights to nine.” Guy almost gasped. The pay was small enough, but when he compared the hours with those he had been accustomed to at the restaurant it seemed as though he would be actuaily throwing himself away at the price. But would it be wise in him to let this opportunity of securing a position slip by? Hecould try it at any rate, and if he didn’t like it, could leave at the end of the week. Then, when he tried for an- other place, he could say that he had discharged himself. Thus Guy reasoned rapidly, and then replied : Gomicboo S) (€(0) m