The evening world., 1914-12-31

ana ulSlnautieu APPARATUS.
"Is i. hopeless? SO asked, with
out turning her face to him.
want" ne caiiea. in n voice gu
high pitched It sounded what was al
most a treble note. "Wait!"
He stood rooted to the spot for a
moment. petrified by the new thought
that had come to him.
ultantly.. TT can be done! The
models! My telephony models! They
carry what 10 practically re-
sponder!"
Tho woman watched him. wide-eyed.
for he was down on the floor. on his
knees. before the box OF models. lift
ing out strange and delicate bits OF
machinery--machlnery for which she
had always felt a strange fear and
aloofness. since the quiet evening he
had once spoken to her of high-fre-
quency oscillations and audions and
ionising gases.
my keys gone. you see; but that
doesn't make IL hopeless. I can ad-
Just a piece o. heavy copper wire to
my rear binding post here. Then ]
can take the other end Of that wire
and touch II at the contact point here
where my key used to strike. I can
spell out the Morse that way. word by
word. Well be able to talk! Well
be able to send out our message! BY
dawn we'll be ready-by the time the
operator OF the Princeton 10 at his
key.
And things will 20 our way" he
declared runinatively. "Once we get
this message out, we'll have three
hundred American bluejackets up In
GuariQui inside Of two days. We can
have Il banana train filled with ma
chine guns climbing up through
those hills and every rebel in lIocom-
bia under covert"
The first faintest gray tinge Of
morning. deepening slowly to pearl.
showed along the eastern skyline
before he had completed his task.
presently:
"I've got Them" he cried exult-
antly, as he turned to his key. "I've
got two of them. They're both talk
ing at once. I've got to make one
hold back. IL l can reach him. II not,
I've got to try to tune him OUT"
His voice was cut of by the famil-
lar spit and fash OF the huge blue
spark, and q thin Oxonic odor flled
the closed roora. strangely like the
smell OF summer air after . thunder
storm.
THANK God!" he cried. ITS Quart
quiz"
"Guariqui." echoed the woman.
TITS the Gunriqui operator" he ex-
planned, as he worked. Hes sending
very weak; / can hardly get him. lie
says his powers giving out. and DE
Brlga Ids men are targeting at his
aerials with carbines."
Then he nung himself into his chair,
and caught up his form pad for tram
scription. with his receiver once more
over his head. He wrote slowly. with
intent eyes and wrinkled brow. word
after word, sometimes going back and
scratching out a phrase, sometimes
puzzled by lost dot or dash in the
suffering Morse. sometimes quickly
breaking" and asking the operator to
repeat. His breath came shorter and
quicker as he listened and wrote.
Then he called frenziedly. and lis
tened, and called again.
They're dead!" he exclaimed. in
disgust. II can't get them! Their
wires must be gone!"
His use OF the word dead" terrified
the woman at his side. He had no time
to explain. He simply thrust his in
scribed pad sheets into her hands az
he turned to his key again, for time
now was precious. terribly precious
She read:
Durens mon all here. Shut up
In city waiting cartridge ship
ment. Light skirmishes last two
days. Ulloa held De Brigard
back all yesterday. hut had 10
fall back ON city at night. Short
OF ammunition. We are shut in.
De Brtgard's forces surrounded
city at daybreak. Courier reports
rebels bringing down machine
guns up through hills. from SAINT
bella. We must have help before
guns Join bombardment. Car
bines are picking at my aerials
from Paradise Hill. 10 the east.
Can you get Chilean battleships
two days of Pusrto Iooombis o.