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 				<span epub:type="subtitle">Sounds from a Distant “C”</span>
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 			<p>Just a noise, that is all.</p>
 			<p>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:⁠—</p>
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 			<p>With a determined endeavor not to “break,” Nattie replied only with a frown. But fate was evidently against her establishing a reputation for being a good operator with “X n.”</p>
 			<p>“Here, please attend to this quick!” exclaimed a new voice, and a tall gentleman pounded impatiently on the shelf outside the little window with one hand, and with the other held forth a message.</p>
 			<p>With despair in her heart, once more Nattie interrupted “X n,” took the impatient gentleman’s message, studied out its illegible characters, and changed a bill, the owner of the nose looking on attentively meanwhile; this done, she bade the really much-abused “X n” to proceed, or in telegraphic terms, to</p>
-			<p>“<abbr>G. A.⁠</abbr>—the.”</p>
+			<p>“<abbr>G. A.</abbr>⁠—the.”</p>
 			<p>“<abbr>G. A.</abbr>” being the telegraphic abbreviation for “go ahead,” and “the” the last word she had received of the message.</p>
 			<p>And this time not even the fact of its being after dinner restrained “X n’s” feelings, and “X n” made the sarcastic inquiry,</p>
 			<p>“Had you not better go home and send down someone who is capable of receiving this message?”</p>
 			<p>Now it would seem as if two persons sixty or seventy miles apart might severally fly into a rage and nurse their wrath comfortably without particularly annoying each other at the moment. But not under present conditions; and Nattie turned red and bit her nails excitedly under the displeasure of the distant person of unknown sex, at “X n.” But no instrument had yet been invented by which she could see the expression on the face of this operator at “X n,” as she retorted, and her fingers formed the letters very sharply;</p>
-			<p>“Do you think it will help the matter at all for you to make a display of your charming disposition? <abbr>G. A.⁠</abbr>—the⁠—.”</p>
+			<p>“Do you think it will help the matter at all for you to make a display of your charming disposition? <abbr>G. A.</abbr>⁠—the⁠—.”</p>
 			<p>“I am happy to be able to return the compliment implied!” was “X n’s” preface to the continuation of the message.</p>
 			<p>And now indeed Nattie might have recovered some of her fallen glories, being angry enough to be fiercely determined, had not the owner of the nose again made her presence manifest by the sudden question:</p>
 			<p>“Do you have a different sound for every word, or syllable, or what?”</p>
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 			<p>“What are you laughing at?” she asked.</p>
 			<p>“At your grave mistake!” was “X n’s” answer, accompanied by another “Ha! To convert a <em>horse</em> into a hearse is really an idea that merits a smile!”</p>
 			<p>As the consciousness of her blunder dawned upon her, Nattie would gladly have sank into oblivion. But as that was impossible, she took a fresh blank, and very meekly said,</p>
-			<p>“<abbr>G. A.⁠</abbr>—horse⁠—!”</p>
+			<p>“<abbr>G. A.</abbr>⁠—horse⁠—!”</p>
 			<p>With another laugh, “X n” complied, and Nattie now succeeded in receiving the message without further mishap.</p>
 			<p>“What did you sign?” she asked, as she thankfully wrote the last word. Every operator is obliged to sign his own private “call,” as well as the office “call,” and “<abbr>O. K.</abbr>” at the close of each message.</p>
 			<p>“C.” was replied to Nattie’s question.</p>
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 			<p>“Call me neither. Call me plain C, or picture, if you like, in place of your sounder, a blonde, fairy-like girl talking to you, with pensive cheeks and sunny⁠—”</p>
 			<p>“Don’t you believe a word of it!”⁠—someone on the wire here broke in, wishing, probably, to have a finger in the pie; “picture a hippopotamus, an elephant, but picture no fairy!”</p>
 			<p>“Judge not others by yourself, and learn to speak when spoken to!” C replied to the unknown; then “To N.⁠—You know the more mystery there is about anything, the more interesting it becomes. Therefore, if I envelop myself in all the mystery possible, I will cherish hopes that you may dream of me!”</p>
-			<p>“But I am quite sure you can, with propriety be called <em><abbr>Mr.</abbr></em> C—plain, as you say, I doubt not,” replied Nattie. “Now, as it is time for me to go home, I shall have to say good night.”</p>
+			<p>“But I am quite sure you can, with propriety be called <em><abbr>Mr.</abbr></em> C⁠—plain, as you say, I doubt not,” replied Nattie. “Now, as it is time for me to go home, I shall have to say good night.”</p>
 			<p>“To be continued in our next?” queried C.</p>
 			<p>“If you are not in a cross mood,” replied Nattie.</p>
 			<p>“Now that is a very unkind suggestion, after my abject apology. But, although our acquaintance had a <em>grave</em> re-<em>hearse</em>-al, I trust it will have a happy ending!”</p>

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 			<p>“Hang Miss Kling!” interrupted Clem, emphatically; “excuse the expression, but she deserves it; she never need know. I will undertake to arrange everything, and keep the secret from her. To account for the instruments in your room, tell her you are going to practice at home, and have a pupil. Cyn, I know, will be delighted to amuse herself by learning.”</p>
 			<p>“I should like it very much,” acknowledged Nattie, “but⁠—”</p>
 			<p>“I allow no buts,” Clem interrupted with gay decision; “you get the instruments, tell me the first time Miss Kling goes out to spend the day, and leave the rest to me.”</p>
-			<p>Nattie needed little urging, being only too willing to have some more of those old confidential chats with C,⁠—which <em>nobody</em> could share⁠—and the required promise was given.</p>
+			<p>Nattie needed little urging, being only too willing to have some more of those old confidential chats with C⁠—which <em>nobody</em> could share⁠—and the required promise was given.</p>
 			<p>Strange it is, how circumstances alter cases. Coming to the office that morning, Nattie had found it disagreeable and hard enough to buffet the storm, and had growled at herself all the way, because she was not smart enough to get on in the world, even so far as to be able to stay at home in such weather For storms of nature, like storms of life, are hardest to a woman, trammeled as she is in the one by long skirts, that will drag in the mud, and clothes that every gust of wind catches, and in the other by prejudices and impediments of every kind, that the world, in consideration, doubtless, for her so-called “weakness,” throws in her way. But now, on her way home, Nattie minded not the wind, and rather enjoyed the rain; it may be that this total change in her sentiments was due to the fact that Clem held the umbrella.</p>
 			<p>Miss Kling saw them come into the hotel together, wet and merry, and scowled. Perhaps in former days she had gone home under an umbrella with somebody⁠—a possible other self⁠—and so knew all about the enjoyability of the experience. But Nattie did not even notice her landlady’s acrimonious glance, and sang a gay song as she changed her bedrabbled dress.</p>
 			<p>Cyn, who was of course immediately informed about the projected private wire, was delighted with the idea, and began studying the Morse alphabet at once.</p>

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 			<p>And Nattie, half-laughing, half-serious, but wholly glad, took the key and wrote, “<abbr>O. K.</abbr>”</p>
 			<p>If anyone is anxious to know what Clem wrote when Nattie stopped him, here it is.</p>
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