Wired Love: A Romance of Dots and Dashes

Just a noise, that is all.But a very significant noise to Miss Nathalie Rogers, or Nattie, as she was usually abbreviated; a noise that caused her to lay aside her book, and jump up hastily, exclaiming, with a gesture of impatience:Somebody always calls me in the middle of every entertaining chapter!For that noise, that little clatter, like, and yet too irregular to be the ticking of a clock, expressed to Nattie these four mystic letters:B mX n;which same four mystic letters, interpreted, meant that the name, or, to use the technical word, call, of the telegraph office over which she was present sole presiding genius, was B m, and that B m was wanted by another office on the wire, designated as X n.A little, out-of-the-way, country office, some fifty miles down the line, was X n, and, as Nattie signaled in reply to the call her readiness to receive any communications therefrom, ...