The Voice at the Telephone (1914)

Dick Carson stole into the familiar hall. A light was still burning in the library. It was an unheard of thing for his father to be up at such an hour. Was it possible the old man was thinking of him, regretting perhaps his inexorable part in the stormy scene of the evening before? Dick hesitated at the library door. Then Clara's face appeared to him. He turned on his heel and hastened noiselessly up the stairs. Like a thief now in his father's house, he must gather together a few old treasures he could not bear to lose, and escape into the night. Two blocks away, a girl was sitting at the switchboard of the local telephone station. Between twelve and one in the morning there were almost no calls. Clara Morrison had fallen into a reverie. Dick hadn't told her in so many words, but she knew she was the cause of it all. Old Mr. Carson would not hear of his only son marrying a telephone girl. But how terrible that he should have turned Dick out of the house. Suddenly the instrument began to buzz frantically. It was the Carson's number. Through the receiver, bound about her head, she heard a voice, his father's voice, quivering with fear uttering incoherencies. Now it was interrupted by a volley of rough expletives. There was a confused noise as of a struggle, of furniture overturned, then someone fell heavily. At the same instant the connection was cut off Clara rang up the police in furious haste. When the officers reached the house, they found Dick in the library bending over his unconscious father. A suspicious looking bundle lay on the floor where, in the straggle the young man had evidently dropped it. The servants, huddling, pale and frightened, in the doorway were jabbering confusedly of a quarrel, of Mr. Dick breaking into the house, of how they had caught him and cut off his retreat. The officers took the young man into custody. His vehement protestations availed nothing. The next morning the papers were full of it. It was Clara's testimony which saved her lover. She swore that if the real burglar were brought to her, she could identify him from the voice she had heard over the phone. She flung herself heart and soul into the defense. The guilty man was found, and Dick cleared of all shadow of suspicion. Mr. Carson's recovery was not rapid, but when he was himself again, his pride was completely melted before the harrowing events of those weeks. Clara Morrison was a revelation to him of pluck and devotion Disinherit Dick for loving such a girl? He had already set the day, with the bride's consent.

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