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Bromley Gibberts* Story. By BOBEET BABB. ECopyrigl?t.,lS97, .fcy.the Author.! ?iic room in "which John Shorely ed? ited The Weekly Sponge in London -was not luxuriously furnished, but it was comfortable. A few pictures decorated the walls, mostly black and white drawings by artists who -were so unfor? tunate rs to be compelled to work for The Sponge on the cheap. Magazines and papers were littered ali about, chiefly* American in their origin, for Shorely had been brought up in the ed? itorial school which teaches that it is cheaper to steal from a foreign publica? tion than waste good money on original contributions. You clipped cut the story, changed New York to London, Boston or Philadelphia to Manchester or Liverpool, and there you were. Shorely's theory was thafthe public was a fool and didn't know the differ? ence. Some of the greatest journalistic snccessesc?n London proved the fact, he claimed, yet The Sponge frequently bought stories from well known au? thors and bragged greatly about it Shorely's table was littered with manuscripts, but the attention of the great editor was not upon them. He sat ia his wooden armchair, with his gaze cn the fire and a frown on his brow. The Sponge was not geting well, and he feared1 he would have to adopt some of the many prize schemes that were such a help to pure literature elsewhere, or offer ?1,000 insurance tied up in such a way that it would look lavishly generous to the constant reader, and yet be impossible to collect if a disaster really occurred. In the middle of his meditations a clerk entered and announced Hr. Bromley Gibberts. "Tell him I'm busy now. Tell him Fm engaged," said the editor, while the perplexed frown^ deepened on his brow. The clerk's conscience, however, was never burdened with that message, for Gisberts entered, with a long ulster flap? ping about his heels. "That's all right," said Gibberts, paving his hand at the boy, who stood ?with open mouth, appalled at the intru? sion. "You heard what Mr. Shorely said. He's engaged/ Therefore let no erne enter. Getont" The boy departed, closing the door after him. Gibberts turned the key in the lock, then sat down. "There,n he said. * 'Now we can talk unmolested, Shorely. I should think you would be pestered to death by all ~.anner of idiots who come in and in? terrupt you." "I am, " said the editor shortly. "Take my plan and lock your door. Communicate with the outer offices through a speaking tube. I see you are down in the mouth, sc I have come to cheer you up. I've brought yen a story, my boy. " Shorely groaned. "My dear Gibberts," he said, "we ' have now" "Oh, yes ; I know all about that. You haye matter enough cn hand to run the paper for the next 15 years. If this is a comic story, you are buying enly seri? ous stuff. If this is tragic, humor ?3 what you need. Of course the up and down truth is that you are short of money and can't pay my price. The Sponge is failing; everybody knows that Why can't you speak the truth, Shorely, to me at least? If you practiced an hour a day and took lessons-from me, for instance-you would be able in a month to speak several truthful sen? tences one after the other. " The editor laughed bitterly. "You are complimentary," he said. "I'm not Try again, Shorely. Say Fm a boorish ass. " "Well, you are." "There, you see how easy it is. Prac? tice is everything. Now about this story. Will you" "I will not As you are .not an ad? vertiser I don't mind admitting to you that the paper is going; down. You see, it comes to the same thing. We haven't the mcney, as you say, so what is the use of talking?'* Gibberts hitched his chair closer to the editor and placed his hand on the other's knee. He went on earnestly. ".Now is the time to talk, Shorely. j Jn a little while it will be too lata You will have thrown up The Sponge. Your great mistake is trying to ride two horses, each facing a different di? rection. It can't be done, my boy. Make Gibberis entered, uith a long ulster flap? ping about Ms heels. up your mind whether you are going to be a thief or an honest man. That's the first step." "What do you mean?" "You know what I mean. Go in for a paper that will be entirely sto-ien prop? erty or for one made up of purely orig? inal matter." "We have a great deal of original matter in The Sponge." "Yes, and that's what I object to. Have it all original or all stolen. Be fish or fowl. At least 100 men a week see a stolen article in The Sponge which they have read elsewhere. They then believe it is all stolen and you lose them. That isn't business, so I want to ?ell you one original tale which will prove to be the most remarkable story wri tten in. England thia. y?ar. V r,Ob, they all are,"" said Shore wearily. "E^ry story sent to ns is tl most remarkable story-in the anthoi opinion." "Look here, Shorely. " cried Gibber angrily, "yon mustn't talk to mo liJ that. I'm no unknown author, a fact which you are very well aware. I don need to peddle my goods. ' ' "Then why do you come here lectn ing me?" "For your own good, Shorely, n boy," said Gibbeits, calming down ; rapidly as he had f ired up. He was most uncertain man. "Fer your ov% good, and if you don't take tho stoi some ene else will. It will make tl fortune of the paper that secares i Now you read it while I wait. Here is, typewritten at one and threepence thousand words, all to save your blesse eyesight." Shorely took the manuscript and 1 the gas, for it was getting dark. Git berts sat down fer awhile, but soon b< gan to pace the roon:, to Shorely's mar ifest annoyance. Net content with this he picked up the poker and noisil stirred the fire. "For heaven's sake, sit down, Git berts, and be quiet," cried Shorely a last Gibberts seized die poker as if i were a weapon and glared at the editor "I won't sit down, andi will mak just as much noise as I want to," h roared. As he stood there defiant!; j Shorely saw a gleam of insanity in hi I eye. "Oh, very well, then," said Shorely continuing" to read the story. For a moment Gibberts stood grasp ing the poker by the middle; then hi flung, it with a clatter on the fender and sitting down gazed moodily int* the fire without moving until Shcrel: ? had turned the last page. "Well, " said Gibberts, arousing fron his reverie, "what do you think of it?' "It's a good story, Gibberts. Al your stories are good," said the edito: carelessly. y Gibberts started to his feet and swore "Doyou mean to say," he thunder ed, "that you see nothing in that stor} different from any I or any one else ev er wrote? Hang it, Shorely, you woulc ! not know a good story if you met ii coming up Fleet street Can't you se< j that story is written with a man'.? heart's blood?" Shorely stretched out his legs anc thrust his hands far down in his trou sers pockets. ' lt may have been written as yot say, although I thought you called mj attention a moment ago to its typewrit? ten character." "Don't be flippant, Shorely," said Gibberts, relapsing ggain into melan? choly. ' ' You didn't like the story then' You didn't see anything unusual in it purpose, force, passion, life, death, nothing?" "There is death er ough at the end. My objection is that there is too much blood and thunder in it Such a tragedy could never happen. No man could gc to a country house and slaughter e very one in it. It's absurd. " Gibberts sprang to his feet and began to pace the room excitedly. Suddenly j he stopped before his friend, towering over him, his long ulster making him look taller than he really was. "Did I ever tell you the tragedy of my life-how the property that would have kept me from what has" "Of course you have, Gibberts. Sit down. You've told it to everybody-to me several times. " "How my cousin cheated me oat of" "Certainly-out of Land and the wo? man you loved. " "Oh, I told you that, did I?" said j Gibberts, apparently abashed at the other's familiarity with tho circum? stances. He sat down and rested his i head in his hands. There was a long i silence between the two, which was Anally broken by Gibberts saying: "So you don't care about the story?" "Oh, I don't say that. I can see it is the story of your own life with an im? aginary and sanguinary end inc." "Oh, you saw that, did you?" "Yes. How much do you want fer it?" ".Fifty pounds. " j What?" * Fifty pounds, I tell you. Are you deaf? And I want the money now. " "Bless your innocent heart, I can buy a longer story than that from the great? est author living for less than ?50. Gibberts, you're crazy." Gibberts looked up inquiringly, as if that thought had never occurred to him before. He seemed rather taken with the idea. It would explain many things which had puzzled both himself and his friends. He meditated upon the matter for a few moments, but at last shook his head. "No, Shorely," he said, with a sigh, "I'm not insane, though goodness knows I have had enough to drive me mad. I don't seem to have the luck of some people. I haven 't the talent for going crazy. But to return to the story. You think ?50 too much. It will make the fortune of the paper that publishes it How? Let me see. I had it a mo? ment ago, but the poin ; has escaped my memory. What was it you objected to as unnatural?" "The tragedy. There is too much wholesale murder at the end. " "Ah, now I recollect! Nev?' I have it." Gibberts began energetically to pace the room again, smiting his hands to? gether. His face was in a glow of ex? citement. "Yes, I have it new-the tragedy. Granting a murder like that-one mau a dead shot, killing a country hous-.i full. Imagine it actually taking place. Wouldn't all England ring with it?" "Naturally." "Of course it would. Now you listen to me. I am going to commit that, so called crime. One week after you pub? lish the story I'm going down to that country house, Channcr Chase. It is my house, if there were justice and right in England, and I'm going to slaughter every person in it. I will leave a letter saying the story in The Sponge is the true, story of what led to the tragedy. Your paper in a week will be the most talked of journal in Eng landr-io .world.. It will leap .ju stantan?ousiy into ? circulation such as no weekly on earth ever before attained. Look here, Shorely, that story is worth ?50,000 rather than ?50, and if yon don't bay it some one else will. What do yon say?" "I say yon are joking, or else-as I said jnst now-you are as mad as a hatter." "Admitting I am mad, will you take I the story'."' "Ko, tut I'll prevent your commit? ting the crime." "How!" "By giving you in charge. By in j forming on you." "You can't doit. Until such a crime is comm itted no one would believe it could be committed. You have no wit? nesses to our conversation here, and I will deny every assertion you make. My word at present is as good as yours. All you can do is to min your own chances of fortune, which knocks once at every man's door. When I came in, you were wondering what you could do to put The Sponge on its feet. I saw it in your attitude. Kow what do you say?" "I'll f ive yen ?25 for the story on its own merits, though it is a big price, and you reed not commit the crime." "Done! Thatv is the sum I wanted, but I knew if I asked it you would of? fer me ?',12 10s. Will you publish it within a month?" "Yes." "Very well, write out the check. Don't cro.c;s it. I have no bank account. " When the check was handed him, Gibberts thrust it into the ticket pocket of his ul ster, turned abruptly and un? locked the door. "Goodly," he said. As he disappeared Shorely noticed how long his ulster was and how it flapped about his heels. The next time he saw the novelist was under circum? stances th at could never be effaced from his mernoi-y. The Sponge was a 16 page paper, with a blue cover, and the week Gib? berts' story appeared it occupied the first seven pages. As Shorely ran it over in the pap ar it impressed him more than it had dons in the manuscript. A story always seems more convincing in type. Shorely met several men at the club who spoke highly of the story, and, at last he began to believe it was a good one himself. Johnson was particularly enthusiastic, and every one in the club knew Johr son's opinion was infallible. "How did you come to get hold of it?" he said to Shorely, with unneces? sary emphasis on the personal pronoun. "Don't you think I know a geed story when I see it?" asked tho editor indig? nantly. "It isn't the general belief of the club," replied Johnson airily, "but "He told v c charily it was none of my bushiest." then all the: members have sent you con? tributions, so perhaps that accounts for it By the way, have you seen Gibberts latelv?" "Ko. Wiiy do you ask?" j "Well, it strikes me he is acting rather queerly lately. If you ask me, I don't think he is quite sane. He has something on his mind." "He told me, " said the new member, with some hesitation, "but really I don't think I'm justified in mentioning it, though he did not tell it in confi? dence, that he was the rightful bein to a property in" "Oh, we all know that story!" cried the club un animously. "I think it's the club whisky," said one of the eldest members. "I say it's the worst in London." "Verbal complaints not received. Write to the committee," put in John? son. "If Gibberts had a friend in the club, which I doc br, that friend should look after him. I believe ho will commit suicide yet. " These sayings troubled Shorely as he walked bael: to his office. He sat down and wrote a letter asking Gibberts to call. As ho was writing, McCabe, the business manager of The Sponge, came in. "What's the matter with the old sheet this week?" he asked. "Matter? I don't understand you." j "I have just sent an order to the ! printer to mn off an extra 10,000, ^cd j here comes in a demand from Smith's : for the whole blooming lot. The extra ; 10,000 were to go to different news ; agents who haye sent repeat orders, so : I have told the printers now to run off ! dt least 25,000 and keep the plates on j the press. I never read The Sponge my : self, so I thought I would drop in and ; ask you what the attraction is. This : rush is unnatural. " j "Better read the paper and find out, " said Shortly, who had the usual edito? rial contempt for tho business manage 1 ment. "I would :.f th ero were not so much ; of your stuf : in it," rotorted McCabe, who had a fixed belief that were it not ; for the expensive and useless luxury of ' an editor a paper might pay. Next day McCabe reported a bewil? dering increase in orders. He had a ju i biiant "we've done it at last" air that ; exasperated Shorely, who fell that he .alone should have riv credit. There j had come no answer rn {he note hf had i sent Gibbert?', so be went to die club in j the hope of meeting him. He found j Johnson and asked him if Gibberts had been seen there that d*iy. "No," said Johnson, "but I saw him ' yesterday, a: d what J$n you think liv ? was doing? He was in a gunshop on the j Strand baying cartridges for that vil j lamons locking seven shooter of his. I j asked him what he was going to do ! with a revolver in London, and he told j me shortly it was none of my business, . which struck me as so accurate a sum ; ming up of the situation that I came j away without making further remark, j If you want any more stories by Gib I berts, you should lock after him." j Shorely found himself rapidly verg? ing into a state of nervousness reg::;-! i ing Gibberts. He was actually begin j ning to believe that the novelist medi j tated some wild action which might j involve others in a disagreeable compii j cation. Shorely had no desire to be ae i cesscry cither before or after the fact. ! He hurried back to the office and there j found Gibberts' belated reply to his j note. He hastily tore it open, and the j reading of it completely banished what I little self control he had left: DEAR .SPVOP.ET<Y-JL know why you want .to j sec inc, out i nave so many airairs to sema j that it is impossible for mc to call upon you. I However, have no fears. I shall stand to my j bargain without any goading from you. Only I a few days have elapsed since thc publication . of thc story, and I did not promise the tragedy j before the week was ont. I leave for Chanuor I Chase this afternoon. Iou shall liave your j rvound of flesh and more. Yours, BROMLEY GISBERTS. Shorely was somewhat pale about the I lips when he finished this scrawl. He } Sung on his coat and rushed into the street. Calling a hansom, he said: "Drive to Kidner's inn aa quickly as you can. No. 15." Once there, he sprang up the steps two at a time and knocked at Gibberts' door. The novelist allowed himself the luxury of a "man," and it was the "man" who answered Shorely's impe? rious knock. "Where's Gibberts?" "He's just gone, sir. in a hansom." "Gene where?" "To Euston station, I believe, sir. ! He's going into the country for a week, and I wasn't to forward letters, sol haven't his address." j "Have you an A B C?" "Yes, sir. Step inside, sir. Mr. Gib berts was just looking up trains, sir, before he left." "Shorely saw it was open at C, and looking down the column to Channor he found the train left in 20 minutes. Without a word he dashed down thc j stairs again. The "man" did not seem j astonished. Queer fish sometimes came I to see his master. j "Can you get me to Easton station in I 20 minutes?" The cabman shook his head as he said: "I'll do my best, sir, but we ought to have a good half hour." The driver did .bia best and landed Shorely on the departure platform two minutes after the train had left. "When's the next train to Channor?" demanded Shorely cf a porter. "Just gone, sir." "The next train isn't gone, you fool. Answer my question." "Two hours and 20 minutes, sir," replied the porter in a huff. Shorely thought of engaging a spe? cial, but realized he hadn't money enough. Perhaps he could telegraph and warn the people of Channor Chase, but he did not know to whom to tele? graph. Or, again, he thought he might have Gibberts arrested on some charge or other at Channor station. That, he concluded, was the way out, dangerous, but feasible, j By that time, however, the porter j had recovered his equanimity. Porters cannot afford to cherish resentment, and this particular porter saw half a crown in the air. "Did you wish to reach Channor be? fore the train that's just gone, sir?" "Yes; can it be dene?" "It might be done, sir, "said the por? ter hesitatingly, as if he were on the verge of divulging a secret which would cost him his situation. He wanted the half crown to become visible before committing himself further. "Here's half a sovereign if you can tell me how it can be done short of hiring a special." "Well, sir, you could take thc ex? press that leaves at the half hour. It will take you 15 miles past Channor to Buley Junction; then in 17 minutes you can get a local back to Channor, which is due there three minutes before the down train reaches there-if the lo? cal is on time," he added when the goldpiece was safely in his pocket. While waiting fer thc express Shore? ly bought a copy of The Sponge and once more read Gilberts' story on the way down. The r'- \ reading appalled him. Ko was am:, cd that he had not noticed before the deadly earnestness of the tone. We are apt to underrate or overrate the work of a man with whom we are personally familiar. Now for the first time Shorely seemed to get the proper perspective. The reading left him in a state of nervous collapse. He tried to remember whether cr not he had burned Gibberts' letter. If he had left it on his table, what might not happen? Tho local was five minutes late at the junction, and it crawled over the 15 miles back to Channor in a most exas ! perating way, losing time with every j mile. At Channor he found the Loud ;n I train had come and gone. "Did a man gen off in a long ulster and" "For Channor Chase, sir?" j "Yes. Has he gone?" ? "Oh, yes, sir. The dogcart from the j Chase, was here to meet him, sir." j "How far is it?" j "About five miles by road, if you j mean th*1 Chase, sir." j "Can I get a conveyance?" j "I don't think so, sir. They didn't 1 know you were coming, I suppose, sir. ' But if you take the path down by the church you can get there before the cart, sir. It isn't more than two miles from the church. You'll find the path a bit dirty, sir, but not worse thau the road. You can't miss the way, sir, and you can send for your luggage." It had beeu raining and was still drizzling. A strange path is sometimes difficult to follow, even in broad day? light, but a wet, dark evening adds tremendously to the difficulty. Shorely was a city mau and quite unused to tho eccentricities of country lanes and paths. He first u??to?b.t.,v deamimz surface of I a airen lor a rcotpatii and emir lonna bis mistake when he was np to his waist in water. The rain cc:ne on heav? ily again and added to his troubles. After wandering through muddy fields for some time he carno to a cottage where he succeeded in engaging a guide to Channor Chase. The time he had lost in wandering through the fields would, Shorely tkcught, allow thc dogcart to arrive before him. and such bc found to be the case. Tho man who answered Shorely;s imperious summons to the ?cor vms sur? prised to find a wild eyed, unkempt, W draggied individual, who locked like a lunatic on a tramp. "Has Mr. Bromley Gibberts arrived yet?" he asked without preliminarv talk. "Yes, sir," answered thc man. "Is he in his room?" "No; he has just come down after dressing and is in the drawing room." "I must._see him at ^once." gasped Snoreiy*. "it''is a'"matter of life'and death. Take me to the drawing room." Tho man in some bewilderment led him to the door of the drawing room, and Shorely heard the sound of laugh? ter from within. Thus ever is comedy and tragedy intermingled. The man threw the door open, and Shorely enter? ed. The sight he beheld at first dazzled bim, fer the room was brilliantly light? ed. He saw a number of people, ladies and gentlemen, all in evening dress and all locking toward the door with aston? ishment in their eyes. Several of them, he noticed, had copies cf The Sponge in their hands. Bromley Gibberts stood before the fire and was very evidently interrupted in the middle cf a narration. "I assure you," he was saying, "that is the only way by which a story of the highest class can be sold to a London editor." He stopped as he said this and turn? ed to look at the intruder. It was a mo? ment or two before he recognized the dapper editor in the bedraggled indi? vidual who stood abashed at the door. "By the gods," he cried, waving his hand, ' 'speak of the editor and he ap? pears. In the name of all that's won 1 M ^^^^^^^^^ All looking toward the door tcith aston? ishment in their eyes. derful, Shorely, how did you come here? And have your deeds at last found you out and nv?ted you your de? serts? Have they ducked you in a horse pond? I have just been telling my friends here how I sold you that story which is making the fortune of The Sponge. Come forward and show your? self, Shorely, my boy." "I would like a word with you," stammered Shorely. "Then have it here, "said the nov? elist. "They all understand the circum ? stances. Come and tell them your side of the story. " I "I warn you, " said Shorely, pulling j himself together and addressing the i company, "that this man contemplates a dreadful crime, and I have come here j to prevent it. " ? Gibberts threw back his head and i laughed loudly. I "Search me," he cried. "I am en tirely unarmed, aud, as every one here knows, among my best friends. " "Goodness," said ene old lady, "you don't mean to say that Channor Chase is the scene of your story and where the tragedy is to take place?" "Of course it is,'" said Gibberts, "Didn't you recognize the local color? I thought I described Channor Chase down to the ground, and did laiot tell you you were all my victims? I always forget some important point when tell? ing a story. Don't go yet," he said as Shorely turned away, "but come and tell your story. Then we will have each man's narrative, after the style of Wil? kie Collins." But Shorely had had enough, and in spite of strong invitations to remain he ! departed out into the night, cursing the j eccentricities of literary men. THE END. Bigest Fire Engines. I The two biggest fire engines in the I world are in Liverpool. 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North r?cand. 7 10 a ra Lv 8 57 a tu Lv l? 25 a tn Lv 12 05 1 05 1 45 2 30 2 55 3 30 4 50 5 20 5 55 6 12 6 27 7 30 Lv Lv Lv Lv Lv Lv Lr Lv Lv Lv Lv Ar S 0 ? G. Charleston Brr.cci?vihe Kingsville O. R. & C. Camden Kershaw Laocaster Catawba JUDO Rock Hill Yorkvills Ble.cksburg Shelby Henrietta For?st City Rutherford too Marion South boned. ? r 8 00 p ra 5 55 p m 4 44 p m Ar Ar Ar Ar Ar Ar Ar Ar Ar Ar Ar Ar Ar Lv 3 00 p rn 2 00 p rn 1 00 ? rn 12 15 p rn ll 55 a m ll 15 a m 10 10 a ra 9 20 & m 8 35 a m 8 20 a m 8 05 a m 7 00 a m (Gaffney Division) 6 30 p m Lv Blackeburg Ar 7 25 a o 7 05 p m Ar Gaffneys Lv 6 50 a m Trains north of Camden rca daily except Sunday. Trains between Charleston and Kingsville run dat ly. For information aa to rates, Clyde Line Sailing etc.-, call on local, contracting and traveling agents of both roads, or E. F. GRAY, Traffic Mcngaer. S. B. L?MPKIN, Gen. Pass. Agt. L. A. EMERSON, T. M. BlacI:st?urg,S C S. C. & G. R. R Charleston, S C. Atlantic Coast Line, WILMINGTON, COLUMBIA AKD A?G?S RAILROAD CONDENSED SCHEDULE. TRAINS GOING SOUTH. Dated ?kb. 20, ?8S8 Leave Wilmington Lea ^3 ii arion Arrive Florence Leave "io?Oice Arrive finster Lctvve Surutsr *.rrive Go?n:?>b?= Nc. 55. P. ci. *4 00 6 43 7 25 *8 00 9 10 P.M. 9 13 10 30 Ko.35. AM. *3 25 4 2?! No.52 A.M. .9 37 10 55? Kc. 12 recs t?rrougr; froct? Charleston via Central R. R., leaving Charleston 7 a. m., Lane* ?,32 a. DJ., KA; -iing S 03 a. m. TRAINS GOING NORTH Leavs Celacibi* Arrive Sumter Leave Sn ID te* Arrive ?lcr6ucj Leave Florance Len ve Marion Arrive Wilmington A. IA. *6 45 8 0$ A M. 8 12 9 2C A ?9 9 P8 10 36 1 20 No.53. P.? ?5 00 6 2$ No.32 P.S?. *6 36 7 4o .Daily. tDtt^7 except Sunday. Kc. 53 r>:ns through to Charleston, S. C., via Centra! R. R., arriving Mancicg 6 57 p. m., Laces 7 43 p ra.. Charleston 9 15?. ra. Traine ou Conway Branch iaave Chad? bcurr; ll 43 c. rs., arrive at Cenwv> way 2 03 p. m.. rtturmr.? leave Conway at 45 p m.. -. '.ive Cbadfconrn 5 15 p. "to. ie**e Ccadooorn % 45 p. m., arrive at Hub at S l?"> p. -a.. return; ?g !e?ve Hub 9 25 a. m arrive *t G??dboaro )0.00 a. m. Daily ex cet*!' Sun say fD?ily ?-?cept Sacday. J. . akSf-Y, Cei-'i Manager. T. S.* PHrRflSOM. Tr*??c Wansee? H. M. EMERSON, Gen'; Pass. Agent. Wilson ai Suai ? B. Infect Jfir.csrv*15tb, 1896. THA?ES GOING N0RT3. No. 72.* Leave STileotif. M.X* ?S ?0 a m " Jordon. 9 35 a rs ?? Davi-v 0.45 a m " Scrncisrr^a. 10 10 am t; Millard, 10 45 a m 14 Stiver, il 10 a m tm Facksviih. il 30 pm M Ticda:. ll 55 p in " W. & S. June., 12 27 p rn Ar. Sumter. 12 30 ? m TRAINS GOING SOUTH, No 73.? L?r.T6 ?cbtfet. 2 30pn-< " \V. fcS. Jnnc. 2 3";>n. Tindal, 2 50 p rr " Pucksv?.e. 3 IO p a t! S?v-r. 2 35 p m Millard 3 45 p rc " Summerton, -i 4C p tn ?. Dftvif., 5 20 p rr ' Jordon. 5 50 p sn Ar, Wilson Mill, 6?:"> pm Tr?ina ratween Nf ?Hard and St. Paul leave Milterd IO ?5 a m ard 3 45 p m.. arriving St. Pani 10 25 a ta und 3 55 p m. Returning leave St. Paul IC S5 a m and 4 10 pm. and arrive Millard 10 45 a ra and 4 20 n m. Dai- 9 ly except Sunday. ?Daily except Sunday THJMAS WILSON Predsient ff