The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1870-06-10
80 4nnarod Miles Upgtairs.

"
ing and the telegraph, the other day
said Uncle Peter, reminding me OF
a curious story I once heard. when
was in Englard.p
1t seems there was newspaper
in the city Of Glasgow, Scotland
which employed London CORES
pondent. The correspondent made
it his duty to gather news every day
and send it to Glasgow every night
by telegraph.
He made an agreement with N
operator at certain office, by which
his news was sent to Glasgow at 3
reduction, by the year.
One night he arrived at the lower
door, at the foot Of The stairs leTl
ing upiHto the telegraph office The
door was locked and he could moi
open it.
The operator up stairs yawned
and looked at his watch. 'Jenllin.
won't come tonight, said he, y
may as well 90 to bed.
And there was poor Jenkins all
the time pounding away on the door
at the foot of the long stairs, unable
to get in.
'Hillo! up there" he cried, look
ing at the window of the telegraph
office that glowed with light. "Hillo.
Jones, somebody has locked the out
side door, and l can't get in.
What is the row. said n police
man, coming along.
I'm locked out" said jenkins.
Here I've got batch of the most
important news for the paper-a
murder, three fires and riot-and
the door locked in my face, and ]
can't get in. What will | doy'
So the policeman began banging
the door, but Jones, the operator
up in his office, was as unconscious
ofthe tumult as if it had been in the
moon. He was whistling to him
self, and yawning prodigiously.
"Why don't you go to some other
Officer" 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 him what
it was, the excited Jenkins had
dashed of down the street as if a
mad-dog was after him.
Jenkins rushed breathlessly into
another telegraph Office, six blocks
on.
81 say" said he to the operator
I'm in a fix Got news to go of
inside Of an hour, and the stupid op-
orator at my Office has gone to sleep,
and can't get in-and-and'-
well, that is fix
Tell you what I want" said Jenk-
ms, endeavoring to catch his breath.
81 want you to telegraph down to
Glasgow, and ask the operator there
to telegraph up here to Jones, and
bid him come down stairs and let
mein
The operator rOared with laughter
at this, but went to his instrument
and began rafting away at a great
rate.
This is the message he sent:
"Glasgow-Wake up Jones, Sta
ton X; tell him Jenkins, at the foot
of the stairs, can't get in
Jones was looking at his watch
again, and concluded that he had
better put out the lights and go to
his little bedroom across the hall
way, when elatter went his instru-
ment.
There's Glasgow calling me"
said Jones, and hurried to his in
strument and ticked Off
whats wanting?"
Back came the answer;
Jenkins down stairs-door fast
go let him in"
Of went Jones with rush down
stairs threw open the door, and at
last the anxious jenkins got up and
sent of his news.
So you see how man sent a mes
sage through solid door and up
four pair of stairs, four hundred
miles around, and by way of Glas-
gov, and all within twenty minutes.
wasn't that four hundred miles
up stairs?"