The watchman and southron. (Sumter, S.C.) 1881-1930, April 13, 1898, Image 8
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.
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Mazie-How so?
Dai<;y-By sending Jack "bushels ur
kisses" in that letter.
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OlMMlCliarleiiRailfaiCo
Conjunctly with the
V.p. fV I hits' ^r?. ?v-<-.-??7^r :P2?jrS
$:?M--***-**I?:??<J;:-.'rtt?
toast ^iB^y-^r^rw_
MW Carola & te|i<
Schedule in effect October 18, 1837.
North r?cand.
7 10 a ra Lv
8 57 a tu Lv
l? 25 a tn Lv
12 05
1 05
1 45
2 30
2 55
3 30
4 50
5 20
5 55
6 12
6 27
7 30
Lv
Lv
Lv
Lv
Lv
Lv
Lr
Lv
Lv
Lv
Lv
Ar
S 0 ? G.
Charleston
Brr.cci?vihe
Kingsville
O. R. & C.
Camden
Kershaw
Laocaster
Catawba JUDO
Rock Hill
Yorkvills
Ble.cksburg
Shelby
Henrietta
For?st City
Rutherford too
Marion
South boned.
? r 8 00 p ra
5 55 p m
4 44 p m
Ar
Ar
Ar
Ar
Ar
Ar
Ar
Ar
Ar
Ar
Ar
Ar
Ar
Lv
3 00 p rn
2 00 p rn
1 00 ? rn
12 15 p rn
ll 55 a m
ll 15 a m
10 10 a ra
9 20 & m
8 35 a m
8 20 a m
8 05 a m
7 00 a m
(Gaffney Division)
6 30 p m Lv Blackeburg Ar 7 25 a o
7 05 p m Ar Gaffneys Lv 6 50 a m
Trains north of Camden rca daily except
Sunday.
Trains between Charleston and Kingsville
run dat ly.
For information aa to rates, Clyde Line
Sailing etc.-, call on local, contracting and
traveling agents of both roads, or
E. F. GRAY, Traffic Mcngaer.
S. B. L?MPKIN, Gen. Pass. Agt.
L. A. EMERSON, T. M. BlacI:st?urg,S C
S. C. & G. R. R Charleston, S C.
Atlantic Coast Line,
WILMINGTON, COLUMBIA AKD A?G?S
RAILROAD
CONDENSED SCHEDULE.
TRAINS GOING SOUTH.
Dated ?kb. 20, ?8S8
Leave Wilmington
Lea ^3 ii arion
Arrive Florence
Leave "io?Oice
Arrive finster
Lctvve Surutsr
*.rrive Go?n:?>b?=
Nc. 55.
P. ci.
*4 00
6 43
7 25
*8 00
9 10
P.M.
9 13
10 30
Ko.35.
AM.
*3 25
4 2?!
No.52
A.M.
.9 37
10 55?
Kc. 12 recs t?rrougr; froct? Charleston via
Central R. R., leaving Charleston 7 a. m.,
Lane* ?,32 a. DJ., KA; -iing S 03 a. m.
TRAINS GOING NORTH
Leavs Celacibi*
Arrive Sumter
Leave Sn ID te*
Arrive ?lcr6ucj
Leave Florance
Len ve Marion
Arrive Wilmington
A. IA.
*6 45
8 0$
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
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