Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1875-05-02
that's UNI. I'm sendin' down lot o. stock.
Bought it dog cheap over in Gcnesee yes
terday. Purity lot as ever you see."

that's UNI. I'm scndin' down lot o stock.
Bought it dog cheap over in Gcnesee yes
terday. Purity lot as ever you see."
| l turned to my instrument. What was
to be done9 Though ours was railroad
office we often sent business messages
and if did as usual now should prob
ably get rid of my unwclcome visitor
without further trouble But in the short
recovered from my first alarm, and now
conceived the idea of attempting the cap
ture of Tim Lynch.
was only poor salaried operator, try
ing to save enough to marry in the spring.
Five hundred dollars would do me great
deal of good just now to sayInothing of
the eclat of the thing. But how was it to
be accomplished Here was I, alone in
the depot with man big enough to whip
his weight in such little men as l was
several times over. Any attempt to Sc
cure him single handed was not to be
thought of. But could l not excuse N.Y.
self, and going out fasten him in. No;
well knew from the distrustful look in
his face that any proposal of mine to
leave the room would be peremptorily OBJ
jected to by him. What then
Why, simply this, would telegraph to
the down. town station. But alas! That
| very day the connection between the two
offices had been cut for repairs. 1t was
seldom used at any time of course. But
what Of that? 1t was only question of a
few seconds more time.
All these things went through my mind
| with the rapidity of lightning as l went
to the battery. Lynch regarded me from
the corner of his uncovered eye with a
suspicion that made me shake in my shoes.
AS sat down he rose and came to my side.
"Look here, young feller," he Kissed
in my ear, and his breath was sickening
with the fumes of liquor, "perhaps We
mean fair enough hope We do for yer
own sake. But don't understan' nothin'
bout them tellygrams, and jist want ter
tell we that ye'd better be squar'-for, by
the Eternal God eff we 60 back on me I'll
stretch We on this yere floor as stiff as ever
l did man yit !" and l felt the cold
muzzle of his revolver on my cheek. Per-
haps my voice trembled little, but was
still unmoved in my resolution, as re-
piled:
"Never fear, sir; I'll tell him all about
| the stock" He muttered something to
| himself, and still remained standing over
me.
You have heard, perhaps, how much
character and expression telegraph Op-
orator can put into his touch. Why, there
are dozens of different operators commu-
nicating with our Office, and could tell
at the instant, without ever making mis-
al. ,Ln eicpolinrr Won nnnl1
| tell if man was nervous from his tele
graphing just as we'll as you could from
| his handwriting. The call that | sent
hurrying across the State to Council Bluffs
must have rung out upon the ears of the
operator like shrek.
&C B. Are you there }" was what l
asked, and almost instantly came back a
| reply in the affirmative. Then with a
trembling hand l ratified off my message !:
"For the love of God, telegraph to our
downtown office at once. Tell them that
Lynch is within two feet of me, and they
must send help"
A short pause, as though my message
occasioned some surprise, and then came
the response: All right" which assured
me need not repeat.
"Wal," growled the deep voice of Lynch
ARE you going to send my message2"
81 have sent it, SIR
"What!" Does all that tickin' mean
what l told youl"
1" Yes, and if you'll wait fifteen or TWEEN
ty minutes, you'll get an answer"
oval, dunno as l want an answer. Jim
he'll understan' it all right"
But I'll tell you soon whether he's
there or not. Sit down."
so Lynch reluctantly took his seat, look
| ing around at the doors and windows
once in while in an uneasy way. l was
determined to tpke him now at any cost
| and verify believe should have planted
myself in his path had he insisted upon
going now.
"Tick, tick, tick9" the battery called
out, and | listened to the message: Keep
cool. Gould has gone for the police
| Strange it was. wasn't it, that should sit
there and talk through $50 miles of space
! with man not half mile from me Z
"What's that signerfy9" inquired my
com panion, as the ticking ceased and
replied that the clerk at Cohoe had just
| written off the message and sent it out
He seemed satisfied and settled back in
his chair, where he sat in sullen silence
his jaws going up and down as he chewed
| his weed.
o, how slowly the minutes crept along
The suspense was terrible. l sat ano
watched the minute hand of the clock, anC
five minutes seemed as many months. My
companion seemed nervous, too. HI
moved uneasily in his chair.
"Ain't it about time we heard from Jima'
he asked, at length.
"We shall get word from him in few
moments now" answered, and fell t.
Watching the clock again. Five minute
more passed. Lynch got up and begal
| pacing to and fro across the room. A
length he paused and said:
:" don't believe I'll wait any more
I've got to see man down at the Penn
sylvania House, and he'll be abed eff
don't get thar pretty SOON"
| Hold on a moment, and Til see wha
they're up to-" cried hastily, and III
touch the key again. snake haste, wa.
my message. 81 shall lose him if YOU do
not. Not a moment to spare" Straight
way came the reply, short but encourag
ing: "a squad of police started for the
depot five minutes ago." Thank Heaven
They ought to he here now. l looked a,
Lynch and thought of the ave hundred
| dollars.
"Wal, what's the word /" he grovled
impatiently.
"Your friend is coming" answered
for want of q better reply.
"Comin' Comm Wharf"
Coming tn the Office NJ Coho> II.