Suppose a young man says he'll call a girl up, and then something happens, and he doesn't. Oh, God, in the name of Thine only beloved Son, Jesus Christ, our Lord, let him telephone me now. You said You would do whatever was asked of You in His name. Won't You help me? For Your Son's sake, help me. This is suffering, God, this is bad, bad suffering. Nothing can touch You no one can twist Your heart in his hands. You're so safe, there on Your throne, with the blue swirling under You. And I come to You with a prayer about a telephone call. You sit up there, so white and old, with all the angels about You and the stars slipping by. Oh, let him telephone me now.Īh, don't let my prayer seem too little to You, God. I will try to be better, I will, If you will let me see him again. Nothing's enough, if I never see him again. I have that, even if I never see him again. "I'll call you at five, darling." "Good-by, darling.,' He was busy, and he was in a hurry, and there were people around him, but he called me "darling" twice. I don't think he would say he'd telephone me, and then just never do it. He couldn't have thought I was bothering him. And all I did was ask him how he was it was just the way anybody might have called him up. But I hadn't talked to him in three days-not in three days. When you do that they know you are thinking about them and wanting them, and that makes them hate you. I know you shouldn't keep telephoning them-I know they don't like that. He couldn't have minded my calling him up. "Good-by, darling." He was busy, and he can't say much in the office, but he called me "darling" twice. I know he called me "darling" twice, and the other time was when he said good-by. "I'll call you at five, darling." I think that's where he said "darling." I'm almost sure he said it there. He said he would telephone at five o'clock. This is the last time I'll look at the clock. Five, ten, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five, thirty, thirty-five, forty, forty-five, fifty. And if it rings when I get to three hundred, I won't stop I won't answer it until I get to five hundred. Knobby if I counted five hundred by fives, it might ring by that time. If I didn't think about it, maybe the telephone might ring. It would be so little to You, God, such a little, little thing. I won't ask anything else of You, truly I won't. Uncle Tom's Cabin - Harriet Beecher StoweĪmerican Telephone & Telegraph, Modern telephone service, 1920 American Telephone & Telegraph, Modern telephone service, 1920.The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett.The Red Badge of Courage - Stephen Crane.The Scarlet Letter - Nathaniel Hawthorne.
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