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As we approached the telegraph station, we were met by a blonde young man who was in charge of the office, Kanine by name. With some little confusion he offered us a place in his house for the night. When we entered the room, a tall, lanky man rose from the table and indecisively walked toward us, looking very attentively at us the while. "Guests . . ." explained Kanine.
"You mean to infer that the brain cannot act without the influence of the soul?" "Precisely! If the hands on the telegraph dial will not respond to the electric battery, the telegram cannot be deciphered. But it would be foolish to deny the existence of the electric battery because the dial is unsatisfactory!
Garments within the reach of the poor man in forest and factory, field and mine, means the cotton gin, and that gin is the gift of an American. The sewing machine changed woman's position, but the world owes that to our own Elias Howe. We owe the telegraph to an English inventor and, in part, to Morse. We owe the cable in part to Lord Kelvin and, in part, to Cyrus Field.
The agricultural instruments having been explained to the commissioners by Doctor Morrow, a formal delivery of the telegraph, the railway, and other articles, which made up the list of American presents, ensued.
He had selected a staff of twenty; as soon as Coulter and Stokely assented, he engaged them by telegraph. Five were developed artists, the rest beginners with talent. He gave all of his attention for two weeks to organising this staff. He infected it with his enthusiasm.
He stuck the slip on the printer's hook. "Wedding in Newport " "That goes," laughed the handy man, "There's no sacred cow about that." The telegraph man wrote headings for the dispatches and stuck them on the hook for the printer's boy. "Speaking of sacred cows, it isn't exactly cows, but it's in the stock line all right what do you know about that business last night up on Rim Rocks?
"Your name's Baldwin, isn't it?" inquired the banker as he took up a magazine. "Saw you about that trust matter last week, didn't I?" "Yes," answered Baldwin. "Nothing has occurred in connection with it since then." And he returned to his paper without paying any further attention to his companion. At Bridgeport a telegraph boy rushed into the car and yelled: "Baldwin! Mr. Baldwin!" Mr.
This done, she pondered a moment and then pulled the bell. A most immaculate colored gentleman answered her summons and, bowing low, stood waiting her will. "Henry, is it not time that your master were here? The train is certainly due; are you sure he will come? What did he telegraph you?" "That he would arrive on the one o'clock express, madame; and he never fails." "Very well.
"But I don't intend that you shall wait, Robin," interrupted Sam. "You need not go on talking so selfishly about yourself. You must consider the girl. I'm not going to stand by and see injustice done to her. You have paid marked attention to her, and are bound in honour to lay yourself at her feet, even at the risk of a refusal." "But how, Sam? I tell you if I wait " "Then don't wait, telegraph."
"Where is the sea-dog?" asks the night editor, who is in command of the paper. "Good evening, Corkey," says the telegraph editor. "I trust we are spared for another day of usefulness," says the night editor, with an unction which is famous in the office. "How is the ooze of the salt deep, commodore?" asks the night editor. "How is the coral and green amber?" asks the telegraph editor.
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