Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 50: what you’re looking at

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GUY HAMMERSLEY. 4t the least suspicion against your integrity. Sit down here by me and tell meall about it. All I know is what | got out of Eliza by closely questioning her as to what she overheard when she was setting the table for lunch.” PoorGuy! Hethoughthe had already experienced the sharpest poignancy of his misfortune. But here was a deeper depth through which to pass: telling his mother that he had not been exonerated, had been dismissed from his position in disgrace, and already deprived of another by reason ofthe stigma attaching to his name. It was a fearful ordeal, but when it was over Guy was granted that comfort which otherwise he could not have obtained. For his mother, her tears dried by her indignation, became his champion. ‘‘'This decides me, Guy,” shesaid. ‘‘ We willleave New York at the first opportunity. My boy shall not be exposed to such experiences.’ ‘< But your position at the music school ! ” axclaiined Guy. ‘‘ What if I can secure something better?” returned Mrs. Hammersley. ‘‘Oh, it does seem as if some- times our misfortunes were blessings in disguise !” Guy looked at his mother in utter astonishment. What did she mean? Surely she must be wandering in her mind, he thought. ‘‘Ves,” she wenton, “‘ ifit hadn’t been for my being run over, Colonel Starr”—Guy started at the mention of this name—‘‘ wouldn’t have come here and Miss Stanwix been able to tell me what she did.” ‘‘Mother, what do you mean?” exclaimed Guy, Gomicboo CS