The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1885-05-29

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Of electricity which proves there is a
magnetic current there.
lie places the end once more
against his tongue. An irregular
pulsation shows him he has at last
the means of communication with the
Junction He takes the wires in each
hand. and bEings them together re-
peateeny, making sIowIy7tl4e charac-
ters Of the office-call tor Victory
Junction He feels slight break,
and claps the wires into his mouth
placing his tongue between.
t-dash-come the
pRLsations, and he knems he is an
s@ered.
'@Iave got en- he says to the con-
Guctor, who stands half bUsied IL the
snow, with both arms cIasped around
the telegraph pole, and his lantern
burning dinly through the gale,
CHAPTER liz.
Mr.. Woodbury. came into the little
office, and handing his daughter a
basket, said:
'AIother thought III better bring
over youa lunch. This is the worst
night l ever saw. Heard from the
mailG'"
reported two hours late the other
side Of the mountain" she replied.
That means three or four hours
late. here, then, answered the father
''day the fates take this railroad life,
anyway. wish I'd never seen q de
potl And these late trains-they're re
nothing bnt nuisance"
''But for all that, father" replied
the girl, brightly, nothing could
drive you away from it. You know
you're always discontented away
from heye q week"
The old man laughed. He could
net deny the fact, and therefore said
nothing. The daughter proceeded to
take out the contents of the basket,
and spread them on the snowy napkin.
YOU'RE real good, papa, to bring
over my supper" she said presently.
'Its such-a horrid night out, l don't
believe l should have come back if l
had gone over home"
&eNor L, either" was the reply. But
now you are here, guess you'd better
stay till after the mail goes down,
even If 1t is late. How IS the 2. q @.
train?"
about half an hour late" an
swered Sadie. "And the mixed, on
the K, has just left Pleasant Valley"
They'll be along, then, before a
great while" observed Mr.. Wood
bury. Probably will meet the mail
here. My goodnessl hear thatl'' he
exclaimed, as the wind shook the sta
tion with an extra blast, and a loose
shutter slammed against the window.
'sThis is the kind of night that takes
off the wood, and he went to fill up
Che stove again, for, as he SAID, he
twas man that wouldn't freeze to
deatbs just as long as these moun-
tains are covered with wood"
Sadie Woodbury. having finished
her lunch, took up book, and settled
herself costly by the little stovein the
corner of the Office, to read away the
hours until the train should come,
bringing her something to do. The
bright telegraph anstzuments in the
window, usually so talkatiYe, were
for the most part silent tonight. There
was very little regular business
over the lines on such a stormy day,
and the operators partook too much Of
the depressed state of the weather to
keep up any, attempt ut conversa-
ton over the wires. The young girl
missed the familiar "cliek, click" as
she would the voices Of friends. Many
an evening had she. sat in her chair
and listened to a lively dispute be-
tween the train dispatcher and some
of the "splugs," or kept up an ami
mated conversation herself with some
other operator on one of the lines
therefore. the silence en- this evening
rendered the hours doubly lonely.
Slowly enough the evening wore
away. At half-past seven the littIc
train on the p. & @. road cam,
bustling in, the engine and cars GOV
cred with snow. There were no pas
Iseneers, and the junction being tn,
end Of their line, the train was backel
down to the engine~house and put VI
tor the night, the men ploddIng ava,
through the snow ta their boarding
places.
ut eight came the call, a welcome
one since it varied the monobony 0
/ the evening, Of ", p and a messag
was soon writtea down in a clea
running hand on one of tho blank