Wired Love: A Romance of Dots and DashesThayer, Ella Cheever
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Wired Love: A Romance of Dots and Dashes
Thayer, Ella Cheever
Love stories; Telegraphers -- Fiction
"Oh!" responded "X n."
For a small one, "Oh!" is a very expressive word. But whether this
particular one signified impatience, or, as Nattie sensitively feared,
contempt for her abilities, she could not tell. But certain it was that
"X n" sent along the letters now, in such a slow, funereal procession
that she was driven half frantic with nervousness in the attempt to
piece them together into words. They had not proceeded far, however,
before a small, thin voice fell upon the ears of the agitated Nattie.
"Are you taking a message now?" it asked.
Nattie glanced over her shoulder, and saw a sharp, inquisitive nose, a
green veil, a pair of eye-glasses, and a strained smile, sticking
through her little window.
Nodding a hasty answer to the question, she wrote down another word of
the message, that she had been able to catch, notwithstanding the
interruption. As she did so the voice again queried,
"Do you take them entirely by sound?"
With a determined endeavor not to "break," Nattie replied only with a
frown. But fate was evidently against her establishing a reputation for
being a good operator with "X n."
"Here, please attend to this quick!" exclaimed a new voice, and a tall
gentleman pounded impatiently on the shelf outside the little window
with one hand, and with the other held forth a message.
With despair in her heart, once more Nattie interrupted "X n," took the
impatient gentleman's message, studied out its illegible characters, and
changed a bill, the owner of the nose looking on attentively meanwhile;
this done, she bade the really much-abused "X n" to proceed, or in
telegraphic terms, to
"G. A.--the."
"G. A." being the telegraphic abbreviation for "go ahead," and "the" the
last word she had received of the message.
And this time not even the fact of its being after dinner restrained "X
n's" feelings, and "X n" made the sarcastic inquiry,
"Had you not better go home and send down some one who is capable of
receiving this message?"
Now it would seem as if two persons sixty or seventy miles apart might
severally fly into a rage and nurse their wrath comfortably without
particularly annoying each other at the moment. But not under present
conditions; and Nattie turned red and bit her nails excitedly under the
displeasure of the distant person of unknown sex, at "X n." But no
instrument had yet been invented by which she could see the expression
on the face of this operator at "X n," as she retorted, and her fingers
formed the letters very sharply;
"Do you think it will help the matter at all for you to make a display
of your charming disposition? G. A.--the--."
"I am happy to be able to return the compliment implied!" was "X n's"
preface to the continuation of the message.
And now indeed Nattie might have recovered some of her fallen glories,
being angry enough to be fiercely determined, had not the owner of the
nose again made her presence manifest by the sudden question:
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