Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1875-05-06

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instant, without ever making a
mistake, who it was signalling.
You could tell if a man was
nervous from his telegraphing
just as we'll as you could from
his hand writing. The call that
| sent hurrying across the State
to Council Bluffs, must have
rung out upon the ears Of the
operator like a shrek.
&C. B. Are y0at there" was
what I asked, and almost in
stantly came back a reply in
the affirmative. Then with
trembling hand, | ratified off my
message: For the tore Of God; =;
telegraph to oar doecn to1v1o Of
fce at once. Tel Hem Mat
Tim Lynch IS acithio taco feet
Of me, and they mast send help.'
A short pause, as though my
message occasioned some SUI
prise, and then the response:
'All right!' which assured ne
| need not repeat.
WAL growled the deep voice
Of Lynch, are you going to
send my message?
4 have sent it, sir
What! Does all that tickin'
mean what [ told you!'
Yes; and if you will wait fif-
teen or twenty minutes, you'll
get an answer
Wal, l dunno as I want an.
answer. Jim, he'll tell uDder-
stan its all right.
'sBut I'll tell you soon
whether he's there or not. Sit
down.
SO Lynch reluctantly took
his seat, looking around at the
doors and windows once in
while in an uneasy way. / was
determined to take him now at
any cost; and | verify believe /
should have planted myself in
his path had he insisted upon
going now.
Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick!' the
battery called out, and | listened
to the message. Keep COOL
Gould has gone for the police
Strange it was, wasn't it: That
Ish0uId sittheIcand talk through
two hundred and fifty miles Of
space with man not half q
mile from me.
"What's that signerfy?' III
quired my companion, as the
tickin' ceased; and I replied
that the clerk at Cohoo, had
just written off the message and
sent it out. He seemed satisfied
and settled back in his chair,
where he sat in suIlen silence,
his jaws going up and down, as
he chewed his weed.
O, how slowly the minutes
crept along. The suspense was
terrible. [ sat and watched the
minute hand of the clock, and
five minutes seemed as many
months. My companion seemed
nervous too. He moved uneasi-
ly in his chair.
"Ain't it about time ye heard
from Jim?" he asked at length.
"We shall get word from him
in a few moments now ! an
swered, and fell to watching the
clock again. Five minutes
more passed. Lynch got up
and began pacing to and fro a.
cross the room. At length he
paused and SAID:
Il don't believe I'll wait any
more. I've got to see man
down at the PennsylvaniaIIouse,
and he'll be abed ef | don't get
thar pretty soon."
"IIold on moment, and I'll
see what they're up to-" l cried
hastily, and [ touched the key
again. Make haste was my
message, 4 shall lose him if you
donCt. Not a moment to spare
Straightway came the reply,
short. but encouraging: "A
squad of police started for the
depot five minutes ago Thank
Heavenl They ought to be here
now. [ looked at Lynch and
thought Of the five hundred
dollars.
"Wal, what's the word?'' he
growled impatientIy.
"Your friend is coming [ an
swered for want Of a better re-
ply.
"Comin'! Comm! WHARF"
Coming to the Office Of CO.
hoe. He probably has an an
sWer for yOu."
"An answer for me? Jim
Fellers? What should he an
swer for?" Lynch stood in
stupid thought for a moment
and then he looked at me with
n d,nnnro11S l;nht In his nyn