Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 89: what you’re looking at

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80 GUY HAMMERSLEY. recollections of this direful episode in her life. Then she went on rapidly : ‘‘My husband and Harold, with his nurse, were on the train. The cars were telescoped, and fire added to the horrors of the scene. When they told me that I could not have even the poor comfort of burying my husband’s and child’s bodies, I was taken down with brain fever, and lay for eight weeks un- conscious of what went on around me.” ‘‘But, my dear madam,” Judge Dodge interposed at this point, ‘‘if your child was burnt in this holo- caust, which, now you speak of it, I distinctly recall, how is it that youclaim my Reginald to be your son?” ‘‘How can I help doing so when he is the living image of his father?” was the instant reply. ‘Then you believe——” ‘“That there was some terrible mistake in the awful confusion following the accident. There must have been other infants on the train, and Harold was claimed in the place of one that was killed. I am morally sure of it now; legally, I suppose, we can only make ourselves so by tracing back the history of the boy you adopted. Can you give it to me briefly ?” “Only this much ofit: I found him at an orphan asylum in Chicago. I was lonely in my big home, and determined to bring to itsome little fellow to take the place of the one I lost when my wife died. [I was attracted to Reginald at once from my first glance at his face, and, inquiring into his history, ascertained that he had been in the institution only a month. (EONMIELOOO KS (€(@) m