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By JOSEPE A. ALTS??ELL'S, Author of "A Soldier of S?anJiattan." "The Sun of Saratoga," Etc. . ? CHAPTER VUE JULIA'S REVENGE. We walked for nearly an hour and during the lass three-quarters of it kept straight to the northwest, in which di? rection I thought Morgan, with his lit? tle army, lay, or rather marched. At last the bush began to grow thinner and the trees to stand farther apart. ? inferred that we were approaching the end of the forest, and ' I was not sorry, as the traveling was hard, and I believed that we had lost our pursuers. Present? ly we came into the open, and I let the girl's hand drop. "Which way are we going now?" she asked. "Wait a moment, " I said. I put two fingers to my lips and blew between .them a whistle, soft and long and penetrating. "Wfcy do you do that?" asked the girl in a fright, coming toward me. "You will bring them upon us again. " "Wait, " I repeated, and. I blew the whistle .a" second time. We stood mo? tionless for two minutes, and then 1 heard a faint crush, crush, as of ap? proaching footsteps. "They are coming!*' cried the girl, seizing my arm. "Let us run into the wood again. " "Wait, " 1 said for the third time. ? The footsteps approached rapidly, and j a figure, gigantic and formidable in the j gray light, appeared through the trees. ? The girl cried aloud in a panic of terror j and gripped my arm. "Don't be alarmed, Julis, dear, " 1 said. "See who it isl" Old Put walked up to me, gave his glad, familiar whinny and rubbed, his nose on my disengaged arm. Then he started back, and his eyes flamed with wrath. "Don't be angry, old comrade," 1 said. "It is true I wear a red coat, but it is only a disguise, a ruse, and I will get rid of it as soon as I can. " He wagged his head as a sign that my apology was sufficient and made no further pretest 1 slipped the bridle over his head, and the girl broke into a nervous laugh of relief. "Did you think Old Put would desert a comrade?" I asked. "Wait here just a moment, " I con-' ' tinned. 1 led Old Put a little distance, and gathering up some dry leaves wiped the stains off his hoofs. Then I returned .with him to her and told her to jump upon his back, but the horse shied away from her, showing aversion and anger. "Never mind, Old Put, " I said. "It is all right. She won't beat you again. She likes us both. "" "It seems to me that you are rather inclusive in your statements, " she said. "Get up, " I said,, and, giving her a hand, I assisted her to jump upon the . tack of Old .Put, who had received my explanation with perfect confidence and assumed a protecting air toward-her. 4 ' And now once ? more for Morgan, ' ' I said. "Which, of course, means Tarleton, in the end," she said. "And I want.to gay, Mr. Marcel, that when the rebel army is taken I shall net forget the service that you have done me at a great risk to yourself. My father has influ? ence with Colonel Tarleton, and Fshall ask him to secure your good treatment while in captivity. . She spoke with quite an English that is to say. quite a patronizing-air. "You are very kind, "Ai said, "but Morgan has not been caught yet, has he. Old Put?" Women think it their right to abuse a man and receive nothing but chivalry in return. The old horse shook his head defiant? ly, and I felt encouraged. We had en? tered a good country for traveling and at last came into something tbut was meant evidently for a road, but it very much more resembled a gully washed out by the rains. It led in the right di? rection, and I followed it, despite my persuasion that we were now in terri? tory practically occupied by the British and were much mere likely to meet them in the road than in the fields or forest But I was tired of such difficult traveling, and, being extremely anxious to rejoin Morgan, I chose the course .which promised the best speed. Old Put carried the girl, and I walked on before, holding his bridle in my hand. 1 sank into a kind of walking doze-that is. I slept on my feet and with my feet moving. I was but dimly conscious, but I knew that I could put my trust in Old Put and that he would warn me if she made any attempt to escape. Whether the girl was asleep or wide awake I knew not, for my brain was too tired and dull then to tell me; but, looking back once, she seemed to be awake. She had slept well in the hut. while only a short nap had fallen to nu We were in the darkest hours, those that stretch cut their length between midnight and dawn, and I walked cn over a dim and shadowy world. ' Some? times I was not conscious that my feet touched anything but air. This queer feeling that i was walking on nothing lasted for more than half an hour, and then my half sleep took another phase. I came back to earth, and the red clay of the road took on for awhile the color of blood. The trees by the roadside raced past, rows of phantoms, holding ; out withered arms and making gestures ! that I did not understand Once the ' dead face cf Crowder rose up ont of tho road and confronted me, but when I said, "You were a murderer and worse . and compelled me to kill you,"and j walked boldly at him he melted away ; like so much smoke, and I laughed aloud at such a poor kind of a ghost that would run at the first fire. "What on earth are you laughing at?" demanded the girl from the horse's back. 1 awoke with a jerk and replied: "At yon: irradtude. " But i v. :><:. H the verge cf sleep again in five !. es. and the trees and the hills ,-. i .- . U..-?.S were playing new j tricks with me. The bushes Were~?s] ! dally impudent, nodding to me a then to each other and then sayi j aloud: 4 4 Here h e goes ! Look at him-maki: j a fool of himself and wasting his til I over an English girl who hates hi ! and all his countrymen!" I picked up a stone, threw it at o: excessively impudent bush and shout at the top of my voice : 44It's a lie!" "For heaven's sake, Mr. Marcel, cried the girl, 4'what's the matte Have you a fever?" .' 44I was dreaming," I said confuse^ Iv, and I made no further explanation for she asked no more, merely sayii that she hoped it was no worse thc that. The trees and bushes did not cease ' nod at me and waggle their heads ; each other and make jeering remarl about me, but I paid no further attei tien to them, treating them with tl lofty scorn of silence, which is suppose - to be the most effective of all replie; The road led into hilly country, but tramped on in my dream, becomin dimly conscious that it was growin light. Af ar off there in the east, juf where the sky touched the earth, was bar of light shining like silver. As looked it broadened and began to TO. np like a great wave of molten silvei On the horizon the hills and trees ros out cf the darkness. Old Put turned his face to the da\ light and whinnied .approval. An an swering whinny came as 20 cavalry men galloped around a hill, opening i: two lines and closing up again, with u in the center. 44Wake up! Wakeup, man! Why you'll walk into a river or over a clii if you sleep on in this way, " said on cf the cavalrymen, leaning over an< slapping me vigorously on the shoulder I awoke and looked up at his be whiskered English face and his bestrip ed English coat and was filled with con fusion and dismay. 44Why, he isn't awake even yet!' said the officer, with a laugh. 44 Are yoi from Cornwallis?" His'tone, though eager, was friendly, and the reason for his question fiashec upon me. It was the red coat that 3 wore, Crowder's coat, which had servec me one sood turn already. "Yes," I said, "my name's Hinkle, and I'm from Cornwallis with an im? portant message for Tarleton. I was pursued last night by a gang of rebels, who shot my horse, but I escaped them in the wood. An hour ago I overtook Miss Howard here, who also has an im? portant dispatch for Tarleton, and I am trying to pilot myself and her to him at the same time. The officer raised his hat to Miss Howard and regarded her w ith open ad? miration. 4 4Your bravery and loyalty equa! your beauty. Miss Howard," be said. 4 4 England can never suffer when we have such as you. Don't you remember me? I'm Lieutenant George Cuthbert, and I had the honor of an introduction to you at Lord Cornwallis' ball in Charleston seine months ago.'' 44Indeed I do," she said in a tone of recognition, 44and I hope that we shall i-neet again soon under such peaceful circumstances, but now I must hasten on, for my message will not wait, and so must this kind soldier, who has been such an assistance and protection to me. Can yen direct us by the best road to Tarleton?" 4 4 Keep straight on the way you are going," said the officer, "and if you hurry you ?ught to overtake Tarleton before noon. Have no fear of the rebels, for Tarleton is driving them all ahead of him, except one small party to the south of here, for which we are look? ing. I'd give you an escort into Tarle ton's camp, but I need all my troopers for the task I have in hand." "I thank you for your courtesy and information, Lieutenant Cuthbert." she replied, 4'and I hope that we will meet again soon in Charleston when all these rebels are taken." "And that will not be long, Miss Howard, " he said, with a gallant bow. He gave the word to his troopers, and they galloped on. During this ordeal the behavior cf Old Put was something wonderful to see. Though he hated a redcoat as a cat hates a snake, he seemed to under? stand that he had a part to act and that he must act it well. All his true char? acter disappeared. He was a shambling, drooping horse, with his head down and ready to submit to anything, just an ordinary, oppressed British horse of the lower classes, not a proud spirited American horse, conscious of the Dec? laration cf Independence and the truth that ail men and horses are born free and equal. But when the last of the British troops had disappeared around the hill and the gallop of their horses had sunk into a mere echo Old Put resumed his former and true character-his figure expanded, he held up his head once more. He was the true patriot, equal to all. I was ?clad to see the change, for that was the character in which I liked him best. We went cn for a long time in silence, barring a request from the girl that I ride and let her walk in my ! place. I declined abruptly, saying 1 was a cavalryman, with such few oppor- i trinities for walking that I intended to enjoy one when I had it. The sun; following the new light in | the east, had appeared above the hills, j The far crests and forests flamed with red gold, and we trod silently on in the j shining light <.f the morning. "Why i did you not take your opportunity," 1 asked at length, "and return to your j own people? Why did yon not tell them j back there who and what I was?" She remained silent, and I looked ? back at lier. "Julia." I said, and she did not seem j to notice that I had called her by her first nanice again despite her command, "why did you not tell them who I was and let them take me a prisoner?" "I have called you a rebel, with a noose around your neck, and it is true, j The noose is always there, and it was j pressing very clo.'*; then. For you to i have been taken a prisoner then meant j your death, i could have taken the I cnance or returning to my own people then only by hanging you. " "How? I do not understand you. " "Look at tho red coat vou wear. *A ; spy!' says Tarieren, who knows no j mercy. 'Hang him at once!' and you are ! hanged. ' ' I had forgotten the coat, which, hav ; ing served mc well twice, might serve j me very ill the third time, j "I must get rid of this coat soon,;' I i said. Then I added as an afterthought: j "But what is it to you were I hanged? It would be only one more wicked rebel meeting the fate that he deserves. Why should you put yourself to trouble for me?" I looked back over my shoulder, though I may not have had the appear? ance of looking. I saw a flush as of the morning that was around us overspread her face, and she looked afar over my head, her eyes shining with something I had not seen there before. I asked her no more, but the morning continued to grow into a splendor and radiance pass? ing all previous knowledge of mine. The sun crept up, and the light reach? ed all the earth, west as well as the east. We were still in the red clay road, winding among lone hills and deserted fields and patches of primitive forests. We came to a brook of cool, clear wa? ter, babbling over the stones. "Here we rest," I said, "and eat breakfast. Jumpdown, Julia." She sprang down, and all three drank at the brook-Julia, Old Put and L Then we ate the remains of our provi? sions, while the horse found some ten? der stems of grass by the brookside. "I think we had better leave the road now, "I said, "for this is the enemy's country, and I do not want to meet any more of Tarleton's men." It was my purpose to make a circuit around Tarleton and join Morgan, and she made no objection, but suggested that she walk with me. "I am tired of riding," she said, "and it Will be good for the horse too. " I threw the bridle reins over Old Put's head, told him to follow us, and we started on our great curve around Tarleton. Being a Charleston man, I knew very little of that part of the country, but in my campaigning with Greene and AL?rgan I had obtained some idea of the lay of the land, and I knew the general course I ought to follow. Besides, I felt very good, and I was full of enthusiasm. But little of the coun? try had been cultivated, and as the for? est was not dense there was nothing to stay our progress. We marched steadily on, and what impressed us most was the desolation cf the land. But thinly peo? pled in the first place, everybody here, as in the country through which we had traveled the day previous, had fled before the advance of the armies. We passed two abandoned cabins in the scanty field?, but saw no other sign of human habitation. Yet it did not sad- j den me. The sunshine was beautiful, j and tho old world was fresh and young. "In a few years, Julia," I said, "when the last of Tarleton's raiders is sent across the sea or to his final home End we win cur freedom, all this will be peaceful and populated." She said nothing-nothing about the valor of the English and the speedy de? struction cf the rebels-but looked abroad over the country with kindling eyes. It was fair to see, even in winter, with its rolling hills and sloping val? leys and streams of sparkling water, a fit place for a noble race of freemen to grow. But just then it was the most unhappy part of all our continent. Nei? ther man nor woman could expect merry where Tarleton's raiders came, and all the books will tell you, an? tell you rightly, that the war was more fero? cious in the south than in the north and most ferocious of all on the soil of South Carolina. Where partisan bands ravage and fight and the people cf the soil themselves are set and im bittered against each other then war is seen at its worst. CHAPTER IX SEEN IN A DREA3L We were young and vigorous. The giri was tall, straight, almost as strong as I, and mile after mile dropped behind ns. The air had the crisp, fresh coolness of a South Carolina winter, like a north? ern day in autumn. The sun, climbing steadily toward the heavens, shone in full splendor and in an atmosphere as pure as that over the sea. We could see far to the right and to the left and be? fore us, but we saw neither men nor horses, just the rolling hills and valleys and the straggling forests. "So much the better, " I said to Julia, "for the lonelier the country is the less obstacle there will be to our flight. Morgan is retreating toward the Broad river, and as we surely have passed around Tarleton by this time we ought to overtake him by night. I hope he will have plenty to eat, for I think that you and I will miss our dinner. " "Do you know," said she, " I begin to hope that Tarleton will not overtake Morgan at all? It would be an awful scene, and perhaps some of the rebels are good men after all." "Perhaps." "Couldn't the war be ended in some way without more years of fighting-by ? some sort of compromise? Suppose each j side should give up a little." "We might make the proposition. I you and I, m congress and the king." "Don't jest. I'm in earnest." "Then I'm afraid there's no chance for a compromise, and there hasn't been for four or live years. Either we go free or we do not. You English like to boast of your courage and tenacity, and wc make the same boast of ourselves, lt bas to be fought out to the end, win or lose." "I am sorry. " She spoke truthfully, for she looked her sadness, lint the wind soon blew it away, bringing back the sparkle to her eyes and the rose flush to her checks. We stopped about noontime to rest, and Old Put made use of the op]??rtunity to hunt for green grass, stopping at times to look benevolently at us and to indi? cate that his state of mind was content. We were both hungry, but we had nothing better to do than to watch Old Put nibble for his dinner, which he did very industriously until I called to him and told him it was time to sta rf. I ?ruli? again refused to mount th ! horse, and vre strolled on together. I f el safe now, and, coming to a cabin whos ! owner had been bold enough to remai: ; and guard his own, I offered to trad him the'fine British coat I wore for an; ! coat of his own, however old, providei ? it would hold together on my shoulders I He produced the coat and made th trade, by which he was a great gainer and asked me no questions, differinj therein from the country people of th northern regions through which I hat ! campaigned so long. Moreover, he look ed very curiously at the tall girl wit! me. "You are American," he said to mi just before we started. "Yes." "The lady looks English." "She is English." "It is very strange. " "You are right. It is strange. " Such were my thoughts as we walkec away. The man who seemed to liv? there alone, half hunter, half farmer, stood in his cabin door and watched ni until we passed out of sight. I prevailed upon the girl to ride foi awhile, but after an hour on horseback she dismounted again, saying that she preferred to walk. About the middle oj the afternoon we met a farmer who con? firmed my belief that Morgan had pass? ed on toward the Broad river, thougi he knew nothing of Tarleton. An hom later as we were passing through thick woods some one cried out to us to halt. I almost sprang up in my astonishment, and the girl uttered a little cry of fright, for neither of us supposed any one to be near, having seen nothing and heard nothing, and Old Put, I suppose, was tired or dreaming. "Step, " I said to Julia. "It may be friends. " Two men on horseback came from a position among the dense trees. They were dressed in rough homespun gray and looked like Americans, the two facts together inducing the belief that they were militia scouts of Morgan's. "An American and his lady, "said the foremost to me. You are a soldier, are you not?' ' "Yes," I replied. "And on the way to Morgan, too, I take it. Keep straight to the northwest, and you will overtake him. We are good patriots too. " "Thank you, " I said. "Morgan seems to keep a good watch. I hope that we will overtake him before nightfall." Ke had ridden very close to me. "I don't think it, my fine fellow," he said. "We will take good care of both you and the lady, for we are Tarle ton's scouts, not Morgan's." I saw then that the appearance and manner of the men had deceived me, but no thought of surrender to them en? tered my mind. I snatched at my pistol. The man, who was as wary as a pan? ther, saw the movement, and, drawing his own weapon, we ?red almost at tho same time. I saw him reel in his sad? dle, but not fall, and I was conscious of a thrill of pain in my head, followed by a heavy, crushing sensation, as if I had been struck by a hammer. I stag? gered, falling to the . ground upon my hands and knees. Consciousness lef% me entirely for a few minutes and then came back dimly, just enough for mo to dream and to create events for my? self. In this dream I saw a girl with tawny gold hair and blue eyes raise a pistol and fire at the second man, who had drawn a cavalry saber. The man, shout? ing with pain, dropped his saber, clap? ped his other hand to his shoulder and galloped after his comrade, whose horse, frightened by the shots, was running away with him. Both disappeared in the wood, and the girl, who stood for a minute or two watching, the empty pistol in her hand, seemed to feel sure that they would not come back, for she rushed to the wounded man on the ground and raised his head in her arms. I watched her with a curious inter? est, this blond girl who had been so bitter of speech and yet so much the master of herself. The man had risen to his knees once, but had fallen back from weakness. His eyes closed almost, his face became very white, and there was blood on his hair. She raised his head and kissed his face, once, twice and more, and begged him not to die. "Live ! Live for yourself and for me, Philip, for I love you, my hero!" she said, and a great bay horse stood look? ing and listening. Then she flew to a little brook she saw flowing through the wood, and bringing water in her cap poured it upon the man's face, while the horse nodded approval. Then she washed the blood out of his hair and bound up the wound with something white. "No, Put, I will never leave him," she said, "I will never leave him, for he has saved me from death and worse, and I love him-I tell you I love him!" whereupon the great horse nodded his approval with extreme vigor. I came to myself, and I was sorry that the dream was over. It had been pleas? ant, very pleasant, and I was willin; to dream cn. I had a headache, but when I put my hand to the spot which ached I knew that the wound was not serious; that it was nothing but a trifle. A bul? let, clipping under the skin, had glanced along my skull and passed on, inflicting a slight concussion, like a heavy blow from a man*.-; fist, but thar was all. 1 ; had seen 20 men who had suffered simi lax wounds ia battle and were as good ? as ever the next day. "Yon are not going to die, are yon, ' Mr. Marcel?" tearfully asked the most : modest and demure of blond English ; maidens, standing before me. "My intentions aro the precise oppo- | site," I replied. "I have so much to | live for. ' ' It is curious hov.- rapidly the feelings ; develop under the stress of great hard? ships and danger. The day and a half that I had l een with her were equal to a year and a half of ordinary time. "Would you bring me a little of that ; cool water to drink in your cap?" I j asked. "I see that the cap is wet al-1 ready, and it won't hurt it." She brought the water, and I drank, j It was as cold as ice and as refreshing as nectar as it ran down my throat. I have seen men lying on the battlefield begging for water as if it were the one gr??t girt or Heaven to man. I felt twice the man that I was a minute before. The girl was strangely quiet, even shy, and more than ever I felt as if it were my chief duty to pro? tect her. "No, Julia," I said; "this rebel against the king means to live. So far from dying, I haven't had anything more than a knockdown which has left a sore spot on my head and a little ache inside it. but- I can travel as well as ever. Here. Old Put is waiting foi you. Get up and ride." But she declined with indignation. "I will not do that, " she said. "You may be a rebel-in fact, i know you are-but you shall not walk while you are wounded. You must ride." As I was still a little dizzy I yielded at last, though I did not like to do it, and rode for a couple of hours. Then, feeling as strong as ever, I dismounted and made Julia take her turn on horse? back. But at the end of an hour she, too. dismounted, and we walked cn togethc, as before, not talking much, but happy. The sun was again retreating before the night, and the western skies were aflame. The light fell full upon the girl's face, and her beauty, splendid and glowing before, was tender and spiritual now. "TVe shall be in Morgan's camp soon, Julia," I said, "and I will have to re? sign my prisoner. ' ' "I shall consider myself your prisoner until I am retaken by the English, " she said. 1 did not reply, but I was willing to accept my responsibilities. Old Put, who was walking slowly behind us after his custom, raised his head and neighed. It was not a whinny, but a loud, sonorous neigh that could be heard afar. It was full of meaning too. And a quarter of a mile ahead of us on one of the open ridges I saw the cause-a troop of a dozen horsemen riding toward us at a half gallop. Old Put neighed again, long, loud and promptly. "Ought we not to escape into the wood?" exclaimed Julia in alarm. "There is time yet. Those troopers may be English. " She did not seem to notice the strange? ness cf a suggestion from her that she hide from the English, but I was con? fident. "They are noe English," I said. "They are Americans. Old Put knows his friends. Trust him. " In truth, the horse uttered his loud and joyous neigh a third time, and I had not the slightest apprehension, for it was impossible to deceive Old Put when he was wide awake. The horsemen saw us and quickened their pace to a gallop. As they ap? proached 1 could recognize the Conti? nental buff and blue, and, telling Julia that it was all right, we walked grave? ly on to meet them. Old Put, his dem? onstrations of joy made, followed after with equal sobriety. They were dashing riders, those men, and their curiosity must have 'been aroused by the sight of the girl, for they came on at the long, swinging gallop of the good cavalryman and quickly in? closed us. "Good evening, colonel," I said to the leader, saluting. "I am happy to see you again and to join your com? mand. " lt was Colonel William Washington, tho distant- cousin of our great com? mander in chief, one of the finest cav? alry commanders of oar time, a Hue. 07.21! ?::".'r. r ~r* .?Tu 't?i eoXliN^KD.i ATLANTIC COAST IM ?orili-Easisra R. R, of S CONDSMSSO SC3EDULB TRAINS GOING SOUTH Dated No. No. No. No. /an 14, 1901. 35* 23* 53a bl* 3 m p m & u Lo Florence 2 34 T 45 9 4; Le Kiag3;r30 8 46 Ar Lanes 3 3S 9 04 p as* U 2C Le Lr-nea 3 38 9 30 6*5 1?2C ir Charleston 5 04 IC 55 Z 30 1 Of TRAINS GOING NORTH. No. No. l?e. 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EAST id cl *3:> let cl ?33 1st cl Eastern time. 2dc; ?34 3C 50 30 ?0 ll oe 38 pm pw STATIONS. pm pc 8 20 12 50 Camden 12 25 5 8 50 1 15 Dekalb ll 02 4 9 20 1 27 Westville li to 4 1? 50 i 40 Kershaw ll 35 4 ll 20 2 IO Btatb Sciings ll 20 3 11 35 2 15 Pleasant Hili ll 15 3 12 30 2 35 L?ngster 10 55 2 1 00 2 fO Rivereide 10 40 1 00 1 20 3 00 Springdell 10 30 12 4o 2 30 3 10 Catawba Jonction 10 20 12 20 2 50 3 20 Leslie 10 10 ll 00 3 10 3 40 Rock Hill 10 00 10 40 4 10 3 55 New Port 9 35 8 20 4 45 4 02 Tirzah 9 30 8 OC 5 30 4 20 Yorbville 9 15 7 30 6 00 4 35 Sharon " 9 00 6 50 6 25 4 50 Hickory Grove 8 45 6 20 6 35 5 00 Smyrna 8 35 6 00 7 00 5 20 Blacksburg; 8 15 5 30 pmpm a m a rn Ee tween Blacksburg, S. C., ardt??ricn, N 0 WEST. EAST 2d cl .ll. 1st cl .33 Eastern time 1st cl ?32 2dc .12 a m 8 10 8 30 8 40 9 20 10 00 10 10 10 25 10 50 11 15 ll 35 11 45 12 05 12 25 12 50 p m D m STATIONS 5 30 Blacksborr; 5 45 Earle 5 50 Patterson Spring* 6 00 Shelby 6 20 Lattimore 6 28 ilooresbcro 8 38 Bennetts 6 55 Forest City 7 10 Rutherford tai? 7 22 Millwood 7 35 Golden Valley 7 40 Thermal Cit* 7 53 Glenwood 8 15 Marloo p m a m 7 4S 7 32 7 25 1 15 ? 55 8 ?52 6 38 6 20 S 05 5 55 5 40 5 37 5 17 5 00 a tn F m 6 40 8 20 6 12 6 00 4 60 4 4C 4 20 3 50 5 25 3 0C 2 50 2 45 2 20 2 00 p cc West. Gaffney Divisioc. East 1st Class. 15 I 13 EASTERN TIME. STATIONS. let Cli.?e 14 { 16 pm a IL am pm 1 00 6 00 ! Blncksourg 7 50 3 00 1 20 6 20 Cherokee Palis 7 30 2 40 I 40 6 40 Ga^ncy 7 10 2 20 pmam ampm *Dauy esccpt Sunday. Train No 32 leaving Marion, *N. C., at a m, making close connection at Biacksburg, O, with the Southern's train No 36 for Char torte, N C, and al! point? East and connecting with the Southern'? vestibule going to Atlanta. Ga. and all points West, and will receive pas? sengers goinc East fr'-m truin No 10, on the C ? N W R R, at Yorkvil?e, S C, at S 45 a rn, and connects at Camden, S C, with the Southern ? train No 7S. arriving in Charleston, 8 17 p m Train No 34 with passenger coach attache leaving Blacksburg at 5 30 a m, and connectin - ar Rock Hill with the Southern's Florida,trai for all points South, Train No 33 leaving Cameo-:, S C, at' 12.5". p rn, after the arrival of the Southern's Char - leston train connects at Lancaster, S C, with tbe L & CR R, at Catawba Junction with the S A L, going Ea.-t, at Roefc .-iii, S C, with the Southern's' trai?. No 34, for Charlotte, N O, and ail points . Rast. Connects at York ville, S C. with train No 9 on the C & N W R R. for Chester, SC. At Biacksburg with the Southern's vestibule going East, and the South? ern's train No 35 going We.-t, and connecting a: Marion N C with the Southern both East anc West. S A M U EL H UNT, President S. TRIPP, Superintendent. A.B. L?Tt>?v?N. Gan'' Passer, ?j-r Acut ATLANTIC COAST M. TRAFFIC DEPARTMENT. Wtimbgtoo, N. C., April 8;h. 1901 Fast L<ine BETWEEN AND NORTH CAROLINA, CONDENSED SCHEDULE. Going West. No 52 IQ Effect Jan'v 13ih, 190V * Going East No 53 *a m 6 25 8 00 9 23 10 55 p rn 12 17 12 30 1 13 1 55 3 10 3 10 Lv Charleston, SC Ar Lv Lanes, SC Ar Lv Sunjter, SC Ar Ar Columbia, SC Lv Ar Ar Ar Ar Ar Prosperity, S C Newberry, S C (/linton, S C Laureu8, S C Greenville, S C Lv Lv Lv Lv Lv Ar Spartanburg, S C Lv *p m 8 30 6 43 5 35 4 15 2 49 2 34 1 53 1 16 12 01 a is ll 45 Ll IO : 13 9 -0 Ar Ar Winpsboro. S C Lv Cbariotte, N C Lv a m 10 IS 8 10 pm a tu 6 11 Ar Bend*-seville, N C Lv 9 02 7 15 Ar Asheville. N C Lv 8 00 *L>ailr. N.--S ~2 'md 53 -OM? ; airs betwfen Charles ton and G^-vnie, S G. 5 M Emerson, Gen'! Passenger Agent. J E RV.lr, T M ftcwrson, G'.'!i \?a?aeer Traffic Vao.a?e ?iidli?u ?O&? hm li?mm ?3Spjf S? Mk G?I?i? COK?iSNSED SCHEDULE Ia effect Jiouarj 13tb, :90i Rb No c35 f5i " .: ^5 8 33 9 I7 NORTH No Nc T?S *32 IJ V L .i ? : . ?. Y ... . ? ' OJ?* Lv Elliott A: 7 50 Ar Sumter L" 6 50 Lv Somier Ar ? r Creston Lr Lv Cres'on Ar 3 50 Ar Pregoali? Lv 10 OC Oraageburg Denmark Au2usta p m ? bl 3 16 h 55 7 55 1 m 5 45 0 15 a xii 6 "4 5 3i 5 10 4 35 2 40 p m ?Daily. fDaily except Sunday. Trains 32 und 33 carry throueb Pullman Palipe Bu?fet Sleeping Cars between New fork and V.aeon via Angosta r M EVERSON 5 M EMERSON, Traffic \!aoag?r Gen'I Pas3. Agt R KEN LY, Geni Manager.