The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1908-09-06


any punitive decision; If the tariff still
is high, and some statesmen still de-
ny, that there's any pressing need for
its revision; even while at this I'm
glooming, l can quit it and rejoice,
when | hear the cheerful booming Of
our peerless leaders voice!
I'm not running any risk when I'm
ordering my disk; a hopeful lesson
William Bryan teaches; all the pros
poets are SO bright-Taftll put things
all to right-as I've gathered from his
photographic speeches.
It's the best way of campaigning;
who it's benefits would scorn but [
wonder who will come out through the
small end of the horn,
O-OO
Mrs Brown was upstairs in the sew
ing room of her bayShUrc home when
the telephone jingled merrily in the
hall below. She spilled a spool of silk,
her scissors and new waist all over
the rug in her haste to get down to the
wire
Though she called "HeIIo!" in her
sweetest company manners tone, not
knowing but that one Of her most ex-
elusive society friends was calling her
up, there was not reply.
HellOi Hellot" said Mrs. Brown.
Still the expected reply did not come.
After a puzzled wait she decided that
the wires must be crossed or that
she was once more a victim of the
wrong number nuisance.
She plodded upstairs to her sewing.
breathing such compliments for the
telephone service as a perfect lady
Is particularly annoyed. Just as she
finished collecting the spool of silk,
the scissors, the new waist and a few
scraps from the floor and sunk into
her sewing chair with sigh of relief
the telephone rang again.
Then Mrs. Brown with a heavy sigh
laid aside her work very carefully and
tOiled down the stairs to the tele-
phone.
1t rang like a fire alarm while she
was making the trip, but when she
raised the receiver and breathed a pol
ished Hello into the tantalizing ma
chine she met once more the Stony
silence.
Hello, Hello, What's the mat
teri" demanded Mrs. Brown.
The telephone was deaf and dumb
She hung up the re- efver and i'm
mediately the bell began to whir again
as noisily as before, with ANNOYING lit
tie pauses between the rings lust
long enough to set Mrs. Browns
nerves on edge
She started at the telephone in
amaZement and decided to call up the
operator. the manager, the president
of the company if necessary, and find
out what was the trouble. But when
the bell ceased its jingle and she care
fully raised the receiver from the hook
and sought a conference with the com
panyS representatives she got no re-
ply Her "hellOS" grew gradually
louder and ended in crescendo shrek
accompanied by vigorous wabbIfnr of
the hook in a way that was intended
to frighten the operator into immedf-
ate action.
Silence there. and nothing more
Mrs BTwOn got scared and nervous
It was evident that somebody was trv-
ing desperately to call her up and
probably the message was of grave i'm
portance-
Probab bly, Mr. Brown was hurt there
he was, probably living in some hos
pital up in Pensacola. and the author
tiles were trying to communicate with
her and they couldn't hear.ber. Nav
be he was DYING All this time the
telephone continued TO ring at one
minute intervals.
When she was on the verge of bvs-
teTics and had definite visions of her
suffering husband feebly asking WHY
he couldn't near from her on his he'd
OF pain. Mrs Brown was seized with
a great idea She would run IN next
door and call up the telephone p4opIe
on the Rigbys' telephone. With the
jingling of her own telephone bell fol-
lowing her like an accusing voice. she