"Mr."Mr. McCall? Oh, Mr. McCall?" Bessie, the town mail mistress and wire clerk was hailing him. He turned and walked over to her, tipping his hat. "Morning, Miz Bessie. How are you, this morning?" "Why, good morning, Mr. McCall," she replied. "Can't complain today. Now, I've got a wire for you in my office. If you'd like to sign for it, I can turn it over to you now." Must be from his boss, Lucas Pierpont. Nobody else would send him a wire here. "Thank you, Miz Bessie. I'd appreciate that." He followed the old lady back to the small storefront that served as both post office and wire office. She rummaged around her desk before finally coming up with a creased envelope. "Here it is," she announced. "Now sign here." She pointed to a line in her log book. After he scribbled his signature, she handed him the sealed envelope. |