Pleiades Club—Telegraphers' Paradise on Planet Mars. J. W. Hayes
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J. W. Hayes
Pleiades Club—Telegraphers' Paradise on Planet Mars
Published by Good Press, 2019
EAN 4064066151195
Table of Contents
Lincoln’s Birthday on Planet Mars.
Aaron Hilliker Sings Olden Song.
CHAPTER II. FOURTH OF JULY ON PLANET MARS
Colonel Crain Delivers Address.
CHAPTER III. DIXIE DAY ON PLANET MARS
CHAPTER IV. CHICAGO TAKES A HAND
CHAPTER V. PETER ROWE’S PROHIBITION SPEECH
CHAPTER VI. CALIFORNIA ELECTS A PRESIDENT
CHAPTER VII. ECHOES FROM GOTHAM
CHAPTER VIII. THE PLANET MARS ENJOYS A TELEGRAPHERS’ TOURNAMENT
CHAPTER IX. WASHINGTON’S BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION ON THE PLANET MARS
CHAPTER X. SOME SPLENDID TELEGRAPHING
CHAPTER XI. CLEVELAND DAY ON THE PLANET MARS
CHAPTER XII. PLANET MARS ENTERTAINS RAILROAD TELEGRAPH SUPERINTENDENTS
CHAPTER XIII. CHARLES A. TINKER ARRIVES ON THE PLANET MARS
CHAPTER XIV. TOM EDISON’S INVENTIONS APPLAUDED ON PLANET MARS
CHAPTER XV. DEBUT OF HENRY WARD BEECHER ON PLANET MARS
CHAPTER XVI. THE MAGNETIC AND MORSE CLUBS ENTERTAIN
CHAPTER XVII. OUR CANADIAN BROTHERS ON PLANET MARS
CHAPTER XVIII. RELIEF EXPEDITION FROM PLANET MARS
Colonel L. D. Parker Remembers Friends
Exodus to Jupiter Contemplated
CHAPTER XIX. PENNSYLVANIA DAY ON PLANET MARS
CHAPTER XX. THE JOURNEY TO JUPITER
Adam Sends “73” to His Posterity
PREFACE
In offering the “Pleiades Club” to the public, I have no apologies to make. Some may object to the declarations contained herein, but they are all consistent with intelligent beliefs, and not contrary to fixed or orthodox faith. “There is no death,” and my thought is to strengthen and impress this health-giving idea upon all of my readers. I have undertaken to describe a reign of harmony that exists after “Life’s fitful fever” which is more worthy of credence than the hell afire and damnation espoused by some creeds and religions; and I hope that my telegraph friends will feel better on this score from a perusal of the “Pleiades Club.”
THE AUTHOR.
CHAPTER I.
ON THE PLANET MARS
Eternity Illustrated.
ETERNITY is an awe-inspiring theme and one which our little finite minds are unable to comprehend. It is a subject, however, which should never worry or distress us, when we stop to realize that we are all living in the eternal now.
Once upon a time, an evangelist, in following up his line of business, rendered a discourse on “Eternity” which would have given one an opportunity for endless mathematics.
“Supposing this earth was a huge ball of steel,” he began, “25,000 miles in circumference and a little bird would pass over it once every thousand years, lightly touching this immense steel body with the tip of its wing. Were you to tell the souls in hades that they would be released by the time the bird had cut a hole through and divided the sphere, there would be great rejoicing among the condemned.”
Knowing that there is nothing lost in God’s creation this little allegory should never make one nervous, for we also know that, like John Brown, our “soul goes marching on,” onward and upward.
Having delivered my text, I will proceed with my story.
Lincoln’s