The Leavenworth weekly times. [volume] (Leavenworth, Kan.) 1870-1880, 1870-08-04
Four Hundred Miles In ssairs

Four Hundred Miles Up StatrS
Reading about electricity, lightning and
the telegraph, the other day." said Uncle
! Peter, reminded me of curious story
once heard when was in England"
II 9s1B there vas . hsvspapefin the CITY
of Glasgow, in Scotland, which employed a
London correspondent Tt correspondent
made it his duty to gather news every day,
and send it to Glasgow every night by tele-
graph.
He made an arrangement with the opera
tor of certain Office, by which news was
sent to Glasgow at a reduction by the year.
One night he arrived at the lower door, at
the foot Of the stairs leading. up into the tel
egraph Office. The door was locked and he
could not open it.
The telegraph Office was away up to the
top of the building in the sixth story. The
operator had bed there, to which he
| promptly retired at 8 o'clock, and it was now
half past two.
The operator up stairs yawned and looked
| at his watch. '.Jinkins won't lie here to-
night" said he; 81 may as well 60 to
| bed" And there was poor jenkins all the
| time pounding on the door at the foot of the
long stairs, unable to get in.
whats the row?' said policeman COM
ing along,
.I'm locked out" said Jinkins. ''Here
Eve got batch Of the most important news
for my ,s,per-a murder, three fires, and a
| riot-and the door locked in my face, and
can't get in What will do?''
So the policeman began hanging the door,
hut Jones, the operator, up in his Office, WAS
as UNCONSCIOUS Of the tumulf as if ID had
lsen in the moon. He was wishing to
himself, and yawning prodigiO,Isly.
"Why don't YOU go to some hother l,oi-
fice?" asked the policeman.
No authority TO use any other line, ;" said
the correspondent. ''Ah, I've got it"' he
added and before the policeman could ask
what it was, the excited Jinkins rushed of
as if mad dog was after him.
Jinkins rushed breathlessly into another
telegraph office, six blocks off,
~ say" said he to the operator, 'T'm IN
fix. Got news to go of inside of half an
hour, and the stupid operator at my Office has
gone TO sleep, and can't get in, and-and
/ and
"Well, that is a fix" r.L't!.f.-
Tell you what want, said Jcnkins,
endeavoring to catch his breath, 81 want YOU
to telegraph down To Giagow, and ask the
operator there to telegraph up here to Jones
and bid him come down stairs and let me
in"
The operator roared with laughter at this,
but went to his instrument, and began rat
Ting away at a great rate.
This is the message he sent: IGI
'GIasgow. Wake up Jones, Station \.
Tell him Jinkins is at the fbOt Of The stairs
can't gel in ,-,, .....y......
Jones was looking at his watch again, and
| concluded that he had better put out the
lights and 60 into his little bedroom across
the hallway, when clatter, clatter, went his
instrument.
There's Glasgow calling me, said Jones,
and hurried to his instrument and licked
of, whats wanting"'
Back came the answer:
'Jinkins down stairs-dOor fast-let him
in"
OF went Jones with a rush, and at last
the anxious Jinkins got mp and sent of his
20 ts6 ID z Zee how man sent message
through solid door, and up four pair Of
stairs. four hundred miles round, and by way
F Of Glasgow, and all in twenty minutes.
"Wasn't that four hundred miles up
stairsg'