The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1870-04-27
Four Hundred Miles Up
Stairs.

ming and the telegraph, the other
day." said Uncle Peter, "reminded
me of a curious story [ once hoard,
when [ was in England"
1t seems there was a newspaper
in the city Of Glasgow, in Scotland,
! which employed a London CORES
poodent. The correspondent made
it his duty to gather. the news
every day and send it to Glasgow
every night by telegraph.
Ho made an agreement with an
operator at a certain Office, by
which his news was sent to Glas-
gov at reduction by the year.
| One night he arrived at the
lower door, at the foot Of the
stairs leading up into the telegraph
Office. The door was locked, and
he could not open it.
The telegraph office was way
up to the top of the building in
the sixth story. The operator
had q bed there, to which he re-
tired promptly at three o'clock;
and now it was halfpast two.
The operator up stairs yawned
! and looked at his watch. "Jen.
kins won't come tonight" said
he, Il may as well go to bod"
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 p he zeried,
looking at the window Of the'tcle-
graph Office, that gtowed with
light. "Iillo! Jones! Somebody
has locked the outside door and I
can't get in"
"What's the row ?" said q police
man coming along.
"I'm locked out" said jenkins.
aHere Eve got e batch of the
most important news for my pa
tper-a murder, three fires, and a
riot-and the door locked in my
face, and I can't get in. What
will I do T' ..-....
So tho policeman began banging
at the door, but Jones, the opera
tor, up in his Office, was as ~ua.
conscious of the tumuft as ifit had
been in the moon. he was whist
ling to himself and yawning pro-
digiously. =
"Why don't you 20 to some
hothcr Officer asked thu police
man. .. - -...rs.. ..
"No authority to use any othe,
line," said the correspondent. "Ah
I've got it'll" he added, and before
tho policeman could ask what ait
was" the excited Jenkins had
dashed of down the street as if q
mad dog was after him.
jenkins rushed breathlessly in
to another telegraph Office, siz
blocks off.
81 say!" said he to the operator
"I'm in q fix! Got news to 60 of
inside of half an hour, and tho
stupid operator at my Office has
gone to sleep, and I can't got in
| and-and-and-"
"Well, that is a fix"
"Tell you what I want" said
Jenkins, endeavoring to catch bis
breath, II want you to telegraph
down to Glasgow, and ask the op
orator there to TELEGRAM up hero to
Jones, and bid him come down
stairs and let mo in!"
The operator roared with laugh
tor at this, but went at once to bis
instrumentand began rattling away
at great rate.
This is the message he sent:
"Glasgow. Wake up Jones,
Station <. tell him Jenkins at the
foot of the stairs can't get in."
Jones was looking at his watch
again, and concluded that had
better put out the lights and 60 tn
his little bedroom across the hall
way, when. clatter! went his in.
| strument.
"Thero's Glasgow calling me- =
said Jones, and hurried to his In
strumeut and tricked Off
"What's wanting?"
Back came the answer.
:Jenkins down stairs - door
fast-go let him in"
Off won't Jones with rush down
stairs-threw open the door-and