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 			<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>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>“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 “O. K.” at the close of each message.</p>
 			<p>“C.” was replied to Nattie’s question.</p>
-			<p>“<abbr>O. K.</abbr> N. B m,” she then said, and added, perhaps trying to drown the memory of her ludicrous error in politeness, “I hope another time I shall not cause you so much trouble.”</p>
+			<p>“O. K. N. B m,” she then said, and added, perhaps trying to drown the memory of her ludicrous error in politeness, “I hope another time I shall not cause you so much trouble.”</p>
 			<p>C at “X n” was evidently not to be exceeded in little speeches of this kind, for he⁠—or she⁠—responded immediately,</p>
 			<p>“On the contrary, it was I who gave you trouble. I know I must certainly have done so, or you never could have effected such a transformation as you did. Imagine the feelings of the sender of that message, had he found a hearse awaiting his arrival instead of a horse!”</p>
 			<p>Biting her lip with secret mortification, but determined to make the best of the matter outwardly, Nattie replied,</p>

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 			<p>“And <em>I</em> have curtailed you down to Nat!” said Cyn, with whimsical remorse. “But what a tangle we are in! First it was the man of musk and bear’s grease, who came between you! Then, when he was explained away, came blundering I! Why did you not lock me out of sight somewhere? I would have done it myself had I known⁠—” ironically⁠—“what an extremely fascinating and dangerous person I was!”</p>
 			<p>At this Nattie could not help smiling.</p>
 			<p>“Is was not your fault; it was Fate!” she said, her smile becoming a sigh, that Cyn echoed, for she thought of Jo. But yet unconvinced, she said,</p>
-			<p>“Fate! No; it cannot be! I think better of Clem than to believe he, too, has made a mistake, like Quimby, and fallen in love with the wrong woman!” then starting up, she exclaimed, tragically, “Who? ah! who shall cut the Gordian knot and bring about a crisis that shall cause this ‘wired love’ to terminate in ‘<abbr>O. K.</abbr>’?”</p>
+			<p>“Fate! No; it cannot be! I think better of Clem than to believe he, too, has made a mistake, like Quimby, and fallen in love with the wrong woman!” then starting up, she exclaimed, tragically, “Who? ah! who shall cut the Gordian knot and bring about a crisis that shall cause this ‘wired love’ to terminate in ‘O. K.’?”</p>
 			<p>As if invoked by Cyn’s words, there came a sneeze from outside, and Miss Kling pushed open the door unceremoniously.</p>
 			<p>“I wish to have some conversation with you, Miss Rogers,” she said in a tone of severity.</p>
 			<p>“Some other time, if you please,” Nattie replied, impatiently, for her talk with Cyn had unnerved her; “just now I am engaged.”</p>
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 			<p>“True enough! so we must!” answered Clem merrily, and rising, he went to the “key,” with his eyes looking straight into Nattie’s, and wrote something that made her blush and seize his hand in shy and unnecessary alarm, saying,</p>
 			<p>“Suppose Jo should be over in your room! He might be able to read it!”</p>
 			<p>“Very well,” replied Clem, as he laughed and kissed her, regardless of the spectator. “I am quite content to make love like common mortals, Cyn, and I hope, my darling Nattie, that we are done now with all ‘breaks’ and ‘crosses,’ as we are with Wired Love. Henceforth ours shall be the pure, unalloyed article, genuine love!”</p>
-			<p>And Nattie, half-laughing, half-serious, but wholly glad, took the key and wrote, “<abbr>O. K.</abbr>”</p>
+			<p>And Nattie, half-laughing, half-serious, but wholly glad, took the key and wrote, “O. K.”</p>
 			<p>If anyone is anxious to know what Clem wrote when Nattie stopped him, here it is.</p>
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 			<p>“Excuse me,” she said, hastily. “They are calling me on the wire,” and immediately answered, and began taking a message.</p>
 			<p>Meanwhile, to him had come a reaction, and he was in a state of total collapse. Before she had finished receiving that message of only ten words, he had drawn himself dejectedly to his feet, and was looking for his hat.</p>
 			<p>“I⁠—I really⁠—I must go, you know!” he faltered, blushing, as Nattie glanced up at him. “I⁠—I fear I have intruded now⁠—but I⁠—I⁠—” he stopped short, unable to find an ending to his sentence.</p>
-			<p>“I’m always glad of company,” Nattie said, but a little distantly, as she gave “<abbr>O. K.</abbr>” on the wire.</p>
+			<p>“I’m always glad of company,” Nattie said, but a little distantly, as she gave “O. K.” on the wire.</p>
 			<p>“I⁠—I⁠—really, you are very kind, you know,” stammered Quimby. “I⁠—I pass here on the way to dinner, you see⁠—from the office, you know,”⁠—he eked out his meagre income by writing in a lawyer’s office⁠—“where, ’pon my word, I ought to have been now. But it’s⁠—it’s such a pleasure to see you⁠—you know that⁠—where can my hat be?”</p>
 			<p>All this time he had been looking around for his hat, and now Nattie fished it out of the waste basket, into which he had unwittingly dropped it. Taking it with many apologies, he bowed himself confusedly and ungracefully out, and went away, wondering if he would ever be able to get himself up to such a pitch again, and resolving, if it proved possible, that it should not occur next time where there was one of those aggravating “sounders.”</p>
 			<p>“Now, I hope,” thought Nattie, as she watched his retreating form, “that he is not going to make an idiot of himself! Not only because he is as good a fellow as he is a blundering one, and I wouldn’t for the world hurt his feelings, but also because it would be dreadfully uncomfortable to have a rejected lover wandering around in the same house with one!”</p>

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 			<p>“I do not know what you mean by my being cross!” she said. “I am sure I was not aware that I was obliged to talk to anyone unless I felt like it. I am not in the mood today, and I will not be forced. You have no right to call me cross, and when I am in the humor to talk with you again I will let you know!”</p>
 			<p>“Very well!” C replied promptly, undoubtedly angry himself now; “I will wait your pleasure!” and then was mute.</p>
 			<p>“It has not been quite so gradual as I intended, but I think I have effectually settled the matter, and my mind is relieved,” thought Nattie; yet she sighed, and her satisfaction was followed by depression, for with C departed the pleasantest part of her office life, a fact she could not disguise. In the week that followed, when C, true to his word, waited, saying nothing, she missed continually the sympathy, the gay talk, the companionship that had made the constantly-occurring annoyances endurable, and the days that dragged so now seem short. The office business did not fill half her time, and the constant confinement began to be irksome to her, whose nature demanded activity; in consequence, she often grew impatient and answered unnecessary questions of customers with a shortness that gave considerable offence; and had it not been for Cyn, who brought her sunny presence quite often into the office, heedless of the “no admittance” on the door, the monotony that had now displaced the romantic side of telegraphy would have plunged Nattie among the shadows almost constantly.</p>
-			<p>Of course the sudden cessation of the intimacy between C and N was a theme of much surprise and bantering comments along the line, especially from Em. But these facetious remarks gradually became fewer as the wonder subsided. One day, nearly two weeks after the “collapse,” Nattie was surprised to hear the old familiar “B m⁠—B m⁠—B m⁠—X n.” Wondering if he had grown tired of waiting and was about to attempt a renewal of their former friendship, Nattie rather impatiently answered. But it proved he had a message, an occurrence quite infrequent with him. This he sent without unnecessary words. But after she had given “<abbr>O. K.</abbr>” and closed her key, he opened his to say,</p>
+			<p>Of course the sudden cessation of the intimacy between C and N was a theme of much surprise and bantering comments along the line, especially from Em. But these facetious remarks gradually became fewer as the wonder subsided. One day, nearly two weeks after the “collapse,” Nattie was surprised to hear the old familiar “B m⁠—B m⁠—B m⁠—X n.” Wondering if he had grown tired of waiting and was about to attempt a renewal of their former friendship, Nattie rather impatiently answered. But it proved he had a message, an occurrence quite infrequent with him. This he sent without unnecessary words. But after she had given “O. K.” and closed her key, he opened his to say,</p>
 			<p>“Please, don’t you want to make up, N?”</p>
 			<p>“I have nothing to make up!” Nattie replied.</p>
-			<p>“<abbr>O. K.</abbr>” was C’s response as he again subsided.</p>
+			<p>“O. K.” was C’s response as he again subsided.</p>
 			<p>“He snubs easily!” thought Nattie, much relieved.</p>
 			<p>The following Saturday night, however, as she was taking in from the shelf outside the blanks, ink, and bad pens that excited the ire of irascible customers, preparatory to closing, C once more called. With a devout hope that he was not going to be annoying, Nattie answered.</p>
 			<p>“Notwithstanding the late coolness between us, which was not my fault, and for which I cannot account” he began, and then someone with a rush message broke in.</p>