Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1897-06-03
THE BOYS REVENGE.
BY Harry N. Gardiner.

'Say, mister, don't the electric cars
use direct current?"
The lineman upon the top of the re-
pair wagon tower scowled as he'looked
down upon the messenger boy who mad
asked the question.
what is it to you what kind of
current the electric cars use?" was his
surly response.
II just wanted to know. Some of the
ether boys said ii was alternating cur
rent, and didn't know but you'd tell
me-"
Yes, it's direct current" replied ar
other lineman, who was working with
the one who had before spoken.
Thanks! And isn't it five hundred
volts?" was the next inquiry of the
young nformation-seeker.
The boss linenan turned to his assist
ant with frown.
what did you tell him for?'
At the same moment he dropped, APP
parently by accident, the spool of fine
wire which he was about to use. He
held the free end of the wire, which was
thus unwound as the spool fell to the
ground.
"Say, kid, throw me up that spool,
and I'll tell you," he answered, to the
boys second inquiry.
Instantly the lad sprarg to obey, and
picking up the spool of wire, he stepped
back to throw it, looking where he was
walking, instead of at the man upon the
wagon tower.
With a malicious wink at his COM
panion, the lineman brought the wire
in his hand in contact with the trolley
wire upon which he was working.
The boy on the ground gave a cry
which was a half groan, half scream,
his arms jerked violently back, his body
twisted, his teeth snapped together, and
his black eyes seemed ready to jump
from his head.
1t was only for an instant that the
lineman held the fine wire in contact
with the live one; but for that instant
1t seemed to the boy as if thousand
needles were running through all parts
of his body.
AS soon as he could release his hold
upon the spool he threw it under the
wagon, and not wishing to expose the
tears which he could not keep from his
bling his wrist where it felt as if the
shock had been the most severe.
The lineman, who considered his
cruel trick a great joke, was convulsed
with laughter.
"Pll bet he knows how many volts
there is now, and that he won't want
any more electrical knowledge right
away, neither" he said, as soon as he
could control his mirth.
Il call that pretty low trick. Sup
pose you had killed him?" replied his
companion.
"Five hundred volts wouldn't kill
anybody. But how he did dance! and
how his eyes did pop Quit"
And the fellow went into another con-
sulsion at the thought of his sport.
Ray Wilson had been in the messenger
service only a few weeks, but in that
time he had shown such a desire to gain
information about electricity that the
other boys had styled him young Edi-
son; and the name Of the great invent
or had become so fastened upon him
that Thomas A." was their nick
name for him.
Not only did Ray desire to become an
operator, but he wished to know all
about the mysterious agent that would
reproduce in that office "he clicks of in,
struments in New York or Chicago.
He had succeeded in so getting into
the good graces of Mr.. Billings, the re,
pair man, that he had explained to him
the workings of the batteries in the eel
lar, until he knew just how they should
be connected to produce the best re-
suits.
He had practiced upon pieces of wire
with the repair mans pliers until he
could make a western Union" splice
that met the approval of his instructor
Mr.. Billings had explained to him tn,
electrical and magnetic working of tn,
keys and saunders until he believed h.
thoroughly understood it.
While the other boys were at play i,
the court at the rear of the office. O
doing upon the benches while await
ing their calls, he would be seated in a,
out-of-the-way corner, with practic
key, clicking away at the Morse alpha
bet.
"Let Thomas A. alone; he's goin' t
be u inventor. he isl" sarcasticail