Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1901-09-15
reached the Pennsylvania baggage

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of the day lists of Incoming baggage
had gone home, hat his desk was
locked. and that 'dey cudden' nj n
else tell nuffen bout dem lis"
IF anybody else in the crowd, has a
brilliant idea," said l. maybe
Tommy'Tl wet 1t for you this time"
Say" said Ward. suddenly stopping
as we started to leave the station, do
you know Miss Wendelrs family?"
4 do" said 1; and they're in Rox-
bury"
"AIl right: see IL they've got a tele-
phone. and IL they have call 'em up;
there's a long distance right over
there across the waiting-room."
We all looked at Ward and each
ether. 1t was a grand idea.
But it's a little late" | h~esitated.
Late nothing" he retorted: Its
your only life. You come along and
watch me-" and he led the way to the
telephone. The day of the hermeti-
eally sealed telephone booth was not
yet in Washington, but the maiden
at the desk looked bored enough to
have beer there for 30 years.
Wards Interest W. so great that
when, after a few "H-e-l-l-o-s. Jersey
City? Yes. No. What? No, no,
no. Yes, Boston. Hello. trunk-you
cid see him? When-yes-keep-off-
New Haven. Say. Mame-give me
Highlands-tell him l won't-ye-s-s-
wait a moment" the young woman,
evidently considering Ward the prin-
eipal, handed him the phone, he
pumped into the chair and opened the
conversation himself. THAT Mr..
Wendell? Well, can you tell me your
daughters address? What? Where?
Why. here - no no - Washington.
What? Washington - Washington, ID.
C. What? No, no, not street; d.. G.
A, b, c, d.; a, b, C, C, yes. Hold on
central, let me talk. Yes. What?
Why, this is War No. | mean Mr..
Stetson - Stetson. Yes - no. This
isn't Stetson, but he wants to know
Miss Wendell's address, wants to find
his wife. Hello, get that? No, wife,
no, WIFE! He can't go home. Hey?
Say, get off this line. I'm talking for
Stetson. He can't remember where he
wants to go to"
Here" said /, "for heavens sake
give me that phone"
The so years of boredom had totally
disappeared from the young lady OPP
orator. her face displayed a lively in
terest.
Good evening, Mr.. Wendell" said
l.. His voice came family back, whats
the matter with Alice?"
Nothing. I want her address. |
came on to-day with"
Hold on | didn't catch that, say it
again"
my wife's with Alice. and | wanted
say, stop ringing, will you? Hello!
No, no; her address-where she lives"
Just repeat hat nee more"
Here a sweet feminine voice broke
in. did you get them, Washington? ?"
eyes," / roared. Say, repeat for
me, won't you?" and after | had in
structed it, the voice caroled, HE
want your daughters address, so as
to get home. He don't know where to
find his wife"
Then the first voice, Tell him 1
don't remember the number; some
where up in the northwest quarter, on
Seventeenth or Eighteenth streets;
name sounds like Carr or Barr. Tell
him I'll wire it in the morning. Can't
get it now. Anything
Give minutes are up" broke in a
third voice.
"Hello!" from the second voice
again; name sounds like Barr. Yes.
Say Washington what?" Then dead
silence. The young telephone lady
said, Three fifty" gave Tommy a
baby stare. and we left the room.
Some one on Seventeenth or Eight
eenth, name sounds like Barr. That's
easy" said Ward. Now, then,
driver" to the last cabman left along
side the curb. lust hustle us up TO the
Parallel Club: yes, all of US, we're
light. There's nothing like a tele-
phone; wasn't hat an idea OF mine,
though? Geel" for the body OF the
cab had collided with the axle rs we
crossed the car tracks. Well Just
take the directory and look up the
Bars and the Cars. and the Darrs.
and-and so on-that are on Seven
teenth and Eighteenth. and there you
are. slick as a whistle"
We unloaded ourselves onto the
pavement in front Of the club as a
young man came down the steps. II
was just midnight. Hello, Groton,"
said Tommy.
Morning, Tommy" said he.