Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 69: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

60 GUY HAMMERSLEY. Colonel Starr? How long have you known him?” “Since yesterday,” answered Guy, fully prepared for the whistle of astonishment with which the state- ment was received. ‘¢And—and hasn’t your mother known him any longer either?” added Ward. “No.” ‘Then you can’t tell me any more about him than i know already,” summed up the English lad, and he turned on Guy with an odd motion: of the eyes and mouth which the latter found not much difficulty in interpreting. As if by mutual agreement the subject of Colonel Starr was now dropped and the boys talked of New York and the sights thereof until they reached Dit- son's, where each purchased the music of which he had a list and then hastened back to the hotel. But that brief interchange of words about the colonel had served to make the two better friends than a whole day of ordinary converse would have done. They found the two ladies alone, Mrs. Ham- mersley at the piano, playing an accompaniment to Ruth’s rendering of a beautiful composition of Vieux- temps’s on the violin. They stepped in quietly, and Guy listened with charmed intentness till the piece was finished, when he broke into involuntary ap- ° plause. It was the first time during his waking hours that he had forgotten the burden that episode at the office of the /ireside Havorite had laid upon his heart. ‘‘We are to give our first concert next Thursday, y Guy,” saidhis mother, ‘Colonel Starr has gone off to (E@NNIELOCKO KS (©) m