The Morning Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Okla.) 1919-1927, 1922-11-05

etlcally shut and showed his jtney
into the appointed chute and named his number. in
numerals, clear and by the syllable, is the off,
cia language OF the telephone.
As he waited a little woman came in and entered
the adjoining booth behind Harry's back She
dropped nickel in, and she, too, called a number.
Somehow the wires got tangled Harry Doll
meyer, having already recied Flora's number, was
amazed to hear over his line his wifes voice. ask.
ing for hls-the office.
He Stood breathess.
How eagerly he would have cut in and answered
his wife. But now he dared not, for fear Flora
whom he had already asked for. would switch in
and make 1t a threesome. Mrs. Dollmeyer was
patient, then she jiggled her hook which clicked in
Harry's ear. He felt the little fires running up
and down HIS veins. Something possessed him.
lie said Hello"
"oh, hello, dearie,' said Mrs. Dollmeyer why
is It so hard to get your"
"I-I-is it hard? didn't know It. How are
your"
Oh, this was beautiful-if only that plaguey
operator wouldn't got efficient now and plug in
Floral
81 won't see you at dinner dearIe" said Mrs.
Dollmeyer.
mo? What's up?",
raylor's. You see, dearie there's a sort of inter.
sational association conclave in town. may be
Uuite late"
"Oh5-want me to call for'you?"
mo. thanks I'll take taxi VIII you wait
up?"
Il may not be In II you're staying out.
guess III dine at the club"
oh all right. If m through earlier than ex.
pect I'll phone you there. Goodbye. aearie."
And Harry Dolmeyer stood there. dumb and
numb.
How had It happened that when he was in n
far-away drug store calling an uptown apartment
his wife. on the other side OF the city had crossed
wires with him while calling his office downtown
II this was coincidence, IL was too absurd
A little figure flashed past him. toward the door
looking neither right nor left. Harry DoImeyer
almost jumped out of his boots--it was his wife,
She was miles from Mrs. Tayior's and miles
from home.
What the devil was She
He started to follow, then he checked himsel,
-Humph-hadn't he told her he wasfin the Officer
How would he explain being where he was? And
what was 1t all about? His head vas spinning
when against his tympanum came a clear voice.
Hello"
1t was Flora.
Dollmeyer turned to the receiver, his eyes seeing
spots
Hello" he barked. "Harry-Cant see you To-
night-No--Well, can't, and that settles tt
What?-Never mind where l get this stuff You
get THls-pm going home--What do I care2-
Nothings happened-Nothing you're interested IN
Oh quit arguing with me-Good night"
And Flora never knew why her nice fat fish
gave her the air And Mrs. Dollmeyer never win
know why her nice, fat husband asked her "a n
special favor not to go to any more club meetings.
Dollmeyer went home and kicked the rocking
chair and took four drinks and no food And he
fell asleep and heard buzzers and bells and busy
signals and clickings until he came too with a
bang-and there was his wife.
Hello dearie.' she said.
Hello, honey" said he.
Amy calls for me?" she asked.
NO" he answered
Good she sighed
But on the bedraom table he saw messaee
written for the missus by the maid:
"Mrs. Taylor 'phoned at ten"
And nice. fat Harry is still pondering And
your guess is as good as his--or mine
But now he phones home every day and that'a
all the phoning he does.