Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 76: what you’re looking at

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GUY HAMMERSLEY. 67 to quitting the cars after their long ride, and the nat- ural curiosity to see what sort of a place Brilling was, he forgot for a time his befe nor. The town appeared to be a good-sized one, with a preponderance of frame buildings, from the midst of which the Brilling Opera House stood out like a giant among pigmies. It was close to the station, and the travelers passed it on their way to the hotel. “See there! What did I tell you?” exclaimed Ward, nudging Guy just as they were opposite the gaudily paintedentrance. ‘‘ Look at those billboards. Those posters must have been printed five days ago at least.” They were certainly very elaborate, done in three colors, with a picture of a blue girl, with yellow hair streaming down her back, playing on a green violin. Above this marvelous figment of the artist's imagina- tion—for Ruth Farleigh’s hair was almost black, and worn in a Psyche knot; she never dressed in any lizht colors except white, and most certainly she did not use a painted fiddle—the boldest of bold type set forth the fact that Brilling was to enjoy an entertain- ment by THE STARR CONCERT COMPANY, Combining an Unequaled Array of Talent, headed by the Peerless and Unrivaled English Girl Violinist, RUTH FARLEIGH. denen by Two Hemispheres and Excelled in None. Gomicboo Ss (E(0) m =»