Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 70: what you’re looking at

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GUY HAMMERSLEY. 6% make the final arrangements now, and we start Wed- nesday evening.” ‘“Why, where are we going?” exclaimed Guy. ‘‘T thought we were to make our first appearance here at Chickering Hall.” ‘‘No, he has been compelled very suddenly to change his plans, and we are to go West at once.” ‘What part of the West? Anywhere near Cincin- nati?” asked Guy, quickly. ‘“No; to some town in Pennsylvania I never heard of before—Brilling, I think the name of itis. But you can see that we haven't much time to spare.” It was indeed rather short notice, but the rush of preparation accorded well with Guy’s feelings. He seemed to himself to have lived in a constant whirl since just twenty-four hours previous when he had gone on that errand for Mr. Fox. Besides, with plenty to occupy his hands, he was not so prone to worry his mind with useless repin- ings over the nature of the enterprise on which they were now embarked. | Miss Stanwix seemed sincerely sorry to lose her boarders, aside from any financial interest she might have in their departure. Indeed, she had occupants for the vacated rooms already booked. Not one word did Mrs. Hammersley say to Guy about that curt dismissal from the School of Music. He could not help wondering if he would have felt any easier in his mind had the worthy colonel not turned up. : ‘‘Certainly we should have been worse off in that case,” he tried to assure himself, and by the day of Gomichboo “S (E(0) mn =)