PTE RET a STORY A CHRISTMAS By.... @ HE wagon was an old, ram- shackle affair and creaked dis- mally as the shabby mules dragged it slowly along over the obscure prairie road. Their harness was a combination of ropes and well worn straps, whose hard edges had rubbed off patches of the sorrel hair from the animals’ lank sides and sharp backs. The wagon cover was soiled and * patched in many places, and through its center protruded a short, rusty stovepipe, from which issued a thin vol- ume of blue smoke which stretched out in a long wake behind, held in form by the chill December air. Now and then flocks of brown spar- rows would rise up out of the dead grass and whirl away like withered leaves borne aloft on an autumn breeze, while near the roadside saucy little prairie dogs perched above their holes and chattered and barked defi- ance at the dilapidated vehicle as it went lumbering by. On a board across the front part of the wagon, lines in hand, sat a girl ap- parently not more than nineteen years old, though she was in reality twenty- one. A mass of dark gold curls peeped from under the hood that covered her shapely head, her eyes were bright hazel, and the breath of chill wind that crept up under the canvas gave a vivid color to her pretty cheeks. “Faith, how much farther is it to Uncle Ethan's?” anxiously inquired a youth of ten who occupied a low bench that stood in the center of the wagon bed. “A long way yef, dear, I am afraid,” replied the girl. “More than a hundred miles, I should say.” “Then we tant have no Trismus,” plaintively sighed a curly haired mite scarcely more than five years old, who lay half buried in the folds of a huge buffalo robe. “I'm afraid our Christmas will be rather dreary, Bessie,” responded Faith, a momentary shadow crossing her fair face, “but let us be thankful we have such a nice shelter from the cold,” she added quickly, casting her eyes about the interior of the canvas covered wagon, then out across the dreary stretch of houseless prairie up- on which a few scattering flakes of snow were beginning to fall. At ihe rear end of the wagon was a pile of Dbedclothes, while in a clear place near the middle stood a small heating stove, in which a cheerful wood fire was burning. On the ridgepole at the top of the bows hung several cook- ing utensils, and under the front seat was a good sized provision box, con- taining part of a sack of flour, some sides of bacon, tea, sugar and a few other necessary articles of food. A little less than a year prior to the present time Faith Haskins’ father had died, leaving her alone on a bleak Ne- braska claim and with her little broth- er and sister, Clinton and Bessie, to care for. Their mother had been taken from then only eight months before her husband. The condition was a serious one, as they were left very poor, and there seemed nothing in the future sufficiently hopeful to mitigate their grief. Itaith, however, true to her name, did not despair, but went bravely to work to support herself and the children. During the summer, with Clint's help, she cultivated a small patch of ground, and the winter pre- vious had earned a small sum by teach- ing a short term of school. Realizing that it would be almost impossible for them to continue this mode of life for any length of time, she had written to her mother's brother, Ethan Bartley, who lived on a ranch in southwestern Kansas, and he had advised her to sell their small property and come with Clint and Bessie and make their home with him. Very gladly had Faith accepted the offer, but, finding it impossible to con- vert their few effects into cash, she left the place in charge of a renter and, not having money for railroad fare, de- cided to make the journey by wagon. There were a score of young claim holders who would have been very 11 pleased to retain the girl as a housekeeper for themselves, but she cared for none of them and would not ‘marry simply for a home. i It was a great undertaking, this jour- ‘ney of theirs and at this season of the | year, but it seemed preferable to 8~._ other winter on the claim, and *’ ey set | out in apparently good spirits. The younger Ones were I deed happy, as all «children are, 2 the prospect of a change, Ip” ay had been traveling for about tv’, weeks and had reached a point near the center of western Kan- BB” nd were pressing on toward “Un- cle Ethan's ranch” as fast as the now jaded mules could take them. It was a lonely and desolate sight that met Faith's eyes as they wandered wearily over the brown, cheerless plain. For miles and miles around no sign of a human habitation broke the monoto- nous wildness of the scenery save at rare intervals when some abandoned . sod shanty or a dugout could be dimly seen, scarcely distinguishable from the brown grass which surrounded it. “There ought to be a settlement somewhere near here,” remarked the girl driver as a blue line of scrubby trees loomed up in the distance through the falling snow. “I hope we'll reach the timber before nightfall,” she went on, casting a troubled glance at the threatening sky. t was about 4 in the afternoon when | DOW tr she drove the tired team down a little slope which led into a low, winding valley. A scant growth of scraggy elms and ghostly sycamores skirted the small, crooked stream, while dense thickets of plum and persimmon were scattered here and there. The latter just now were prodigal in their pro- duction of bunches of golden purple fruit. A quick glance about decided Faith to can.p here for the night. She was just reining the team from the rutty road into a sheltered glade when there was a sharp jolt, accompanied by a sound of breaking wood, as one of the wheels suddenly dropped into a deep, rain washed gully. An involuntary cry of dismay es- caped her when she leaned out and dis- covered that the wheel was broken. “Oh, Faith, what ever will we do 7 cried Clint as he saw what had happened. And Bessie, thoroughly frightened, began crying bitterly. “Never mind, little one; it'll be all right,” said Faith encouragingly. “We can get the wheel mended somewhere.” But despite her cheerful words she real- ized that it might require many miles of weary travel to have the damage to the wagon repaired. Even if there should be a shop within two or three miles, which was not at all likely in such an isolated spot, how was she to transport the heavy broken wheel even a single mile? Although she could see no way as yet to overcome the difficul- ty, she was determined not to give up. There was always some way out of every dilemma, and her ever hopeful heart told her she would surely find one in this instance. She climbed out of the wagon and, Eo TE ae The Claim Jumpers ADDISON HOWARD GIBSON Copyright, 1905, by Addison Howard Gibson assisted by Clint, began to unhitch the | team, while Bessie, dragging the buf- alo robe after her, stood under a per- | simmon tree gazing at the cause of | their present trouble with tear wet eyes. The storm was increasing rapid- ly, and the icy wind blew the flakes | through the long, dead grass with a sharp, hissing sound. As Faith, shivering with cold and apprehension, led the animals away from the wagon the sound of approach- | ing hoofs came through the snow laden air, and the next instant two men mounted on sturdy ponies reined in near the wrecked vehicle. They looked to be about thirty, were full bearded and clad in the rough garb usually worn by plainsmen of the west. Broad brimmed hats covered their heads, and each had a brace of heavy revolvers stuck in his wide leather belt. In one unaccustomed to this style of dress the appearance of these armed men might have induced a feeling of terror, but it was not so with Faith. Such types of vrestern life were familiar to her, she having spent the past four years on the frontier of Nebraska. “Good evenin’, miss,” said Ike Bar- clay, dismounting from his pony. “Had a breakdown, I see. Bad job!” he con- tinued after examining the wagon crit- : ically. “Yes, sir,” returned the young lady, turning the mule she was holding so | that she could face the men. “Is there any Dace near where I ean get the whee! mended 7” “Vaal, toar's ole Berger's blacksmith shop, over at Miley's store, but it's pigh three miles from hyer. Whar's | yer nen folks?” he inquired, glancing around. “We have no men folks with us,” re- plied Faith. ‘Wot! Yer don't mean ter say yer travelin® alone with only them two kids?” broke in Jim Hancock. “Yes,” responded she simply. “We have come from Nebraska and are on the way to our uncle's, whose home is in the southwestern part of this state.” “Waal, I'll hbe"— But the speaker suddenly grew red in the face and did not proceed to tell what he would “be.” “Yer see,” Ike bezan, “it seems plumb cur'us-like ter sce a woman travelin’ alone sich weather.” Then after an almost imperceptible pause, as though for explanation, he continued: “But it’s lucky we fellers happened along; it is, by ginger! Now, miss, if you're willin’ ter trust Jim hyer an’ me, we'll take that wheel over ter ole Berger's an’ git him ter mend it up fer yer.” “If you'd only be so kind.” returned Iaith hastily, for, notwithstanding the relief she experienced, the situation was pst free from embarrassment, “I'd be very much obliged.” “Not er tall,” replied Ike, with an at- tempt at polite speech. The combined strength of the two served to get the wagon propped up in a short time and the offending mem- ber removed. “1 reckon we can carry it betwixt us,” said Jim. ‘But, gee whiz, ain’t this wind cuttin’!” “Reg'lar ole nor'wester,” rejoined his companion. “A bad night fer them kids an’ the woman ter be out, an’ Christmas eve, at that! It's sufferin’ wicked—'tis, fer sure!” “Why, blame us, wot we chawin’ erbout! 'Ther’s Rob's cabin over thar a few steps, back o’ them persimmons.” Then, turning to Faith: “Miss, it's goin’ ter be perty rough weather ternight, an’ I reckon er cabin would be right smart comfer’abler than campin’ out in er wagon. Ther's a shanty over be- yond that patch 0’ timber—belongs ter a friend o’ ourn, a chap on a visit ter his ole home in Indianny. Yer wel- come ter ‘bide thar—you an’ them kids —if yer care ter.” «p’d be only too glad of shelter from this storm,” said Faith—*“that is, if you ! 1 | = -, } are sure the real owner wouldn't care.” “He's not one o them kind—this friend o' ourn ain’t. He's open heart- ed as th’ day an’ ther bes’ settler in these yere parts.” Her anxiety on this score being re- moved, she allowed Ike to lead the way to the cabin, which was only a short distance, but invisible from where the accident occurred on account of the trees. It was a new log structure, tightly daubed with lime and sand. There were a snug fireplace and good though scanty homemade furniture. Faith was overjoyed at the prospect of a comfortable lodging so strangely provided and cast a quick and curious glance about the place. The deer rifle thrown across the antlers above the fireplace and a man’s old straw hat, coat and blue jeans hung on pegs at ' the head of a rude couch gave satisfac- tory evidence that the owner was a bachelor, but he was away, and the fact.gave her no uneasiness. Ike built a roaring fire on the open hearth, while Jim brought from the wagon such articles as would be need- | ed during their stay. This done, the two men mounted and rode away, car- rying the crippled wheel between them, but with a promise that it should be back * ’fore mornin’.” “Facie.” said Bessie, clinging to her sister's skirts as she made prepara- tions for the evening meal, ‘this is mos’ as good as Trismas, ain't it?” “Yes, dear. and I'll try to make it up to be just as good as Christmas by an extra fine supper,” said the older one, stooping to kiss the happy face. “Ah, Faith,” spoke up Clint as he “Sav, Ike, I've struck an idee,” whis- perad his companion, with a half sup- prosscd chuckle. “We can have a good one on Rob—the best thing out—a rey lar Christmas joke!” “Wot is it?’ Approaching his friend, Jim spoke a | few words in his ear. lke put both | hands over his mouth to check the | laughter he could not quite repress. “That'll be a rich one on Bob, all right. We'll do it! By jimson, we will!” he exclaimed. “A feller needs a leetie cheer 0’ some kind at Christmus time.” Then after a few minutes of hurried couference the two entered the store. After greeting Miley, who stood behind his counter, they hastened back to the stove and gave the new arrival a hearty welcome. “And what's the news?” asked Des- | mond as he shook hands with them ! botL. “News?” said Jim, assuming a reflec- | tive look and puckering up his eye- brows. “Oh, nothin’ much, ’cept thet ole Biler’s sold out an’ left. An’— lemme see—yes, thar’s Super, he got throwed an’ broke his collar bone, an’ us galoots has been doin’ wot we could ter patch im up. Waal, an’ then,” with a wary look, “thar’s some new settlers comin’ in lately—wantin’ timber claims, an’ jumpin’ ‘em, too, when they git a chance. But how’d yer leave the ole folks back in Indianny?”’ “All well, and could hardly tear my- self away from them.” “I reckon hearin’ bout yer claim has kinder hiked yer back,” remarked Ike, regarding him out of the corner of his eye. “My claim! What do you mean?’ And Desmond’s blue eyes dilated wide- | ly and grew almost black. “I s'posed yer heered all about it | fore this,” said Jim. “Why, yer see, yer ciaim has been kinder took. A fam- | ily moved inter yer shanty. Yes, they have. by ginger!” he added as a wave of incredulity stole over his listener’s features. “Do you mean to tell me that some low down sneak has dared to jump my claim while I've been back visiting my | unprincipled from the stable where it had been kept during his absence, mounted and was soon g:lioping away through the snowy dusk of the late afternoon. When he was well beyond earshot the | two conspirators went off into roars of laughter. Then they had to acquaint Miley with the occasion of their mirth, for he enjoyed a joke as well as the next one. “It's a good one on Rob, by gum!” gried the storekeeper, joining heartily in the laughter. “Which calls fer a box o’ cigars oY’ two bottles o’ Miley’s temperance phos- phate, don't it, Ike?” demanded Jim. “That's wotever!” affirmed Ike. “An’ the same to be charged ter Rob Des- | mond's account?’ “Exactly.” “Good enough,” said Miley. dollars is cheap a-plenty fer him to get off with. I ’magine I kin see him a-git- tin’ madder 'n ever an’ ridin’ like all persessed through the snowstorm down ter his claim,” chuckled the old man | as he reached for a box of cigars on the shelf. “Hol' on a minute, Miley,” said Jim. “Wot yer say, Ike, ter dispensin’ with them cigars an’ phosphatizin’ this time an’ takin’ th’ amount o’ Rob’s | treat in the toys an’ sich tricks fer Christmus presents fer them kids an’ puttin’ in five of our own fer some- | | thin’ neat fer that leetie woman ?”’ “The very idee! By thump! I kin re- | member how Noay’s ark an’ tin whis- | tles an’ sich do-funnies us’ter stir me up when I wus a kid back in Jackson county at Christmus time. Yer a plumb genus, Jim, yer air, by ginger!” Meantime Rob Desmond, his mind filled with rightcous wrath against the wretch who had dared “jump his claim,” was nearing his cab- in. In his anger snow and cutting winds were scarcely noticed. Only one dominating desire posses8ed his soul— to set eyes on “that rascal of a claim jumper” and order him off his domain forthwith. When he reached the persimmon thicket he hitched his horse and walk- ed energetically toward his cabin. The THE DOOR OPENED AND FAITH ENTERED. stirred the fire into a brighter blaze, “make flapjacks an’ ’oodles of ’em, an’, say, let’s have brown sugar sirup!” When Barclay and Hancock reached the blacksmith shop they tumbled their | burden to the ground with “She'd never ‘ave got it here, never!” Berger, large and dust begrimed. was just closing up for the night. “Hol’ on hyer. ole tinker!” greeted Jim, springing from his horse and | pushing the wheel before him into the | shop. “We want this ere wheel mend- | ed up right “way.” “That's right.” put in Ike. ‘An’ les | see ver git an or’ental hump on yer- self. We want to carry it back where | it cum from ‘fore this snow gits enny wuss.” Berger mumbled something about be- | ing tired and hungry, but nevertheless | set to work at once. Satisfied that it | would be repaired as expeditiously as | possible, they hitched their ponies out | of the wind and started for Miley's | store. They paused a minute before ! one of the windows and looked in. The proprietor was tyir., up a package for a little man with a red scart around his neck, while a solitary individual stood warming himself by the fire in the back part of the store. Suddenly an ex- clamation burst from Jim, and, grab- bing his companion by the shoulder, he pointed excitedly to the figure at the stove. back, sure as shootin’!” “Yer right, by ginger!” ejaculated Ike on the pane at a handsome, well built young fellow of about twenty-five who had taken off his hat and coat and seemed to be making himself thorough- ly comfortable in front of Miley's old | me, I wouldn't want ter tackle the job.” rust spotted heater. “Wot'll he say?’ «Bout his cabin?” “Yep.” “Lightnin’ an’ razors!” | claim right now | | “Look, Ike: thar's Rob Desmond got | inside an hour I'll give him ‘trouble’ | and lots of it!” tm as he peered in above the rim of frost | out,” said Jira coolly. father and mother?’ cried Desmond, the flush of doubt changing to one of | reseitment. “Looks powerfully thet way,” admit- ted his tormentor. “Seed a kivered wagon thar an’ smoke pourin’ out o’ yer chimbley.” “Who is the sneaking cur?’ demang- | ed the now thoroughly aroused man. “I dunno.” “Well, it won't take me long to find out,” retorted Rob, drawing on his heavy buffalo overcoat with an angry | jerk. “Wot! Yer ain’t goin’ ter go ter yer 9” “Yes, and I’ll see that that sneak thief gets out of my shack in a hurry. I've got pretty well warmed up,” with a grim smile, “and don’t need Miley's fire any longer.” “1 wouldn’t go if I was you,” said | 1ke. “You wouldn't?” eying him with con- temptuous astonishment. “No!” ‘ “You must be a fool if you think I'm going to give up my land, after all I've | done on it, without so much as a ‘by your leave!” “But yer might get inter trubble.” “Might I?” cried Desmond, with a gesture of disgust, holding up a pair of heavy pistols and then thrusting | them into his belt. “We'll see about | that! If the cuss isn't off my premises “1 don't think you'll run that settler “You. don't!” “No, I don't.” “What's the reason?” “Thar's sev'ral reasons, an’ as fer “You wouldn't? Well, don’t worry. I'll not call on you for assistance,” and, with a quick stride, Rob Desmond walked out of the store, got his horse door was partly open, held so by little Bessie, who was watching the falling snow. She was alone, the others hav- ing gone to the dugout stable to see that the mules were made comfortable for the night. The giow from the fireplace reveaied, to the owner's astonished gaze, a bright eyed little fairy with long golden hair. She was swaying back and forth hum- ming to herself. Then she broke out earnestly: “Oh, Santy, tum right here an’ make our wagon well, an’, if you can spare ‘em, just drop some nice Trismus pres- ents down.” She ceased suddenly as the form of a man loomed up before her. She had been asking for Santa Claus, and there was now no doubt in her mind but that Rob, in his big fur overcoat covered with snowflakes, was the great person- age for whom she had been calling. “Where's your pa, little girl?’ asked Desmond, entering his own cabin. “He's gone,” answered Bessie, look- | ing half shyly at the visitor. “Gone! Where to?” “Gone to hebhen,” said the little girl very simply. “Humph!” muttered Rob to himself. “1 didn’t know claim jumpers went to heaven.” “Is you Santa Claus?’ asked Bessie abruptly, fixing her gaze, first on the great buffalo overcoat dotted with white, then raising her eyes wistfully to the young man’s handsome face. “No, little one, I'm not Santy,” said he kindly, the bard look on his face vanishing under the magnetism of the child’s presence and guileless prattle. Desmond loved children. What if some of her folks had wronged him! She was innocent and as pure as the new fallen snow. His anger having subsided, he drew from his pockets a few trinkets and a paper of pretty can- dies which he had bought at the store, “Five | Travelers Guide. PEX Trains arrive at and depart from BE "ONTE ! as follows :— gop FILEFONTE NSYLVANIA N DSiiyay RAILROAD AND Schedule in eftect Nov. 26, 1905. VIA TYRONE—WESTWARD. ig i 9.25 8m. wees days arrive at ne, 10.40 a. m., a t 2.55 > lich a bond Altoona, 12.55 p. m., at eave Bellefonte 1.00 p. m., week-days, arrive 3 Tyrone, 2.10 p. m., at Altoona, 310" p, ig at Pittsburg, 6.:5 p. m. 2 Leave Bellefonte, 4.43 daily p. m., arrive at Ty- rone,n.55, at Altoona, 6.35, at Pittsburg at 10.25. VIA TYRONE—EASTWARD, Leave Bellefonte, 9.25 a. m., week-days, arrive at Tyrone, 10.40, a. m. at Harrisburg, 2.35 p. m., at Philadelphia, 5.47. p. m. Leave Bellefonte, 1.00 p. m.,week-days, arrive at Tyrone, 2.10 p. m., at Harrisburg, 6.35 p. m. | at Philadelphia, 10.47 p. m. : > | Leave Bellefonte, in p.m, daily, arrive at Ty- oO. . Mm, & arri Sr Tg Yshergnstinilp. m, VIA LOCK HAVEN—WESTWARD. i Leave Bellefonte, 1.23 p. m., week-days, arrive at lock Haver 2,10 p. m,, arrive at Buffalo, 7.35 | i | i i i | i 1 | VIA LOCK HAVEN—EASTWARD. Leave Bellefonte. 9.25a.m. week-days, arrive at Lock Have 10.20, a. ne leave {lliamsport .35 p. m., arrive a1 Harri . m. ; at Philadeiphia at 6.23 p. m. SHEE: $20 5 7 Leave Bellefonte, 1.23 p. m., week- i | Lose | Haver 2.10 > m., Wives 2. . m., arrive Harris be Philadelphia 7.92 p. m. L8re, SMT. 1, cave Belefonte, 8.16 p. m., week-days, arrive at Lock Haven, 9.15 p. m., leave Williamsport, 1.35 a. m., arrive at Harrisburg, 4.15 a.m., ar- rive at Philadelphia at 7.17a. m. ? Lioave Sebiler Re LEWISBURG. ave Bellefon at 6.35 a. m., week-days arri at Lewisburg, at 9.00 a. m., Mon aan an i Harrisburg, 11.30 a. m., Philadelphia,3.17 p.m. . Leave Bellefonte, 1.£C p. m., week days, arrive at Lewisburg 4.20, p.m. at Montandon 4.30 p.m. Barrishare, 7.00 p. m., Philade.phia at 10.47 For full information, time tables, &ec., call ticket agent, or address Thos. E. Ror Pata ger Agent Western District, No.360 Fifth Avenue Pittsburg. : CAMBRIA AND CLEARFIELD, R. R. NORTHWARD. SOUTHWRD. g.8 | 4 | gs] .8 | %# | 3 [Nov.osthaees| 5 | 2 | 28 B [A & = B 2 | AL BR | 8 2 el Sa . | | — P.M. P. M.! A. M, [LV Ar.| A.M. 650, 345 8 00]...... Tyrone ...... 10 50 3 "0 05 700 355 811... Vail 10 39|5 25! 8 55 7 10/f 4 04|f 8 20|...Vanscoyoc....|f10 33|5 1g 7 17/f 4 11If 8 27|.....Gardner...... |f10 28|5 14 § 44 7 27|f 4 21/f 8 37|...Mt. Pleasant. |f10 21|5 7 7 37|¢ 4 30|f 8 45|......Summit...... £10 14|3 olf & 50 742 431) 8 19] Sandy Ridge. 10 0813 ool ot 7 44/f 4 36f 8 51]....... 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Bridge... |f 8 303 14| ..... 9 15/6 10| 10 35 .Curwensville..| 8 258 1C 70 iy |f 6 14/f10 40 ......Rustic........|f 8 18(38 00 | 9 25|f 6 22/f10 47|....Stronach......|f 8 13/2 &4| ...... 9 30 6 30| 10 55/....Grampian,.... 8 10/2 &o| 6 45 { PAM. P.M. | A, M. [AP Lv.jamlemle un ON SunDAYS- -a train leaves Tyrone at 8:00 a. m. | making all the regular stops through to Grampian, arriving there at 10:55. Returning it leaves Gram- i pian at 2:50 p. m., and arrives in Tyrone at 5:35 p. m BALD KAGLE VALL LEY BRANCH. WESTWRD. : 5 EABT 2 5 ; ; Lg] - 2] 8 | § ;Nov.zeth, js05| 2 | 8 | i = a | Be [ol 2 | & | & ERR RE P.M.| P M. | A, wm. | 5 55 2 10( 10 40....... inja 12'25|7 00 5 45 2 00f 10 30! 710 5 41 1 56 10 26/ 714 5 Blues 10 20! 720 538 ......... 10 18! 723 5381146] 10 16]... Hannah.. 72 525 140 10 10,..Port Matild 7 82 S18... 10 03|...... Martha.. 7 39 510 126i 9 56.......] Julian 7 48 5301 119 » 49.....Unionvill . 7 67 4541 112! 9 42/Snow Shoe Int. 8 05 4511 109 9 38... Milesburg.. ... 8 08 443, 1 00} Beer 8 16 4 31] 12 50! 8 28 by {12 48 i 8 36 ween | 9 08/.Mount Eagle... 114] 12 35] 9 02|....... i 8 ic 405] .......; 8 53....Eagleville.... 8 65 402! 22 25'S 50 ..Beech Creek... 8 58 351) 12 16 % 41|....Mill Hall...... 9 09 3 45 1210) 8 35 ..Loek Haven. 915 Pot} P. M. A.M. Lv. Arr. A.M, | P. M. |P.M. On Sundays there 1s one train each wa; ) y on the B. E. V. It runs on the same schedule as the morning train leaving Tyrone at 8:30 a. m., week days. And the afternoon trai i a and train leaving Lock LEWISBURG & TYRONE RAILROAD. EASTWARD. Nov. 26th 1905. WESTWARD MAIL | EXP. | MAIL.| EXP. jor———— STATIONS. P. M. A.M. | P. M. 1 50{- 900] 420 155 | 8 65| 416 158 643. 862 412 2 03) 647. .| 848] 4 (8 2 08) © 52... | 842 403 212) 6 56 8 37| 358 2 16; 7 00! 8 33) 354 221 705 829] 349 228 T11.. 8 2 3 42 235 717. 8 16] 3 36 242 724. 8 08] 328 249 7 30]. 802 321 2 58) 7 39. uZ€TDY uuu... 763 312 305 747 ..Coburn. 747 305 312] 7 52 7 40| 2&8 315 765. 787 2¢E5 323 803 799 247 3 2 $ 07]. 72 243 3 11... 2 3 34 8 13. ; EH 2 > 3 42| 8 22|. 709 227 3 49! 8 29|, 702 220 3 51 831. 659 218 3 55; 8 35|. 655] 218 4 00 8 40|. 6 50{ 208 4 08) 8 48]. § 42) 200 4 13| 8 53! 638 1E5 4 20, 9 0) 630] 148 430 910 54C| 138 P.M. | A, M. WM. | P.M LEWISBURG & TYRONE RAILROAD. EASTWARD. UPPER END. WESTWARD. = | 9 <Q < MX | KW I Nov. u6th,1905 3 : % | = FS . | A. M. AT. Lve.| A. W. | P. M. 9 18|....... Scotia........ 10 €b| 4 15|.... 9 03!....Fairbrook....| 10 81] 4 31{...... 8:57 vs ee Musser...... 10 27| 4 37|....... 8 51/Penn. Furnace| 10 33] 4 45...... 8 45l...... Hostler......| 10 41| 4 52|...... 8 39|... .Marengo...... 10 49} 5 02|...... ware Nerun HOVEVIHG, (onlin sleeteTutsers 8 82[.Furnace Road.| 10 57| 5 11] .. Hh 3 19| 8 26|..Dungarvin...| 11 03} 5 20|... arrins 3 12| 8 18 Warrior's Mark| 11 26| 5 29|.... heiee 3 05| 8 09!..Pennington...| 11 30| 5 89|....., ester 2 66 7 68|.......8tover.......| 11 42| 5 b51| ..... i 2 50! Y¥ 60|..... Tyrone......| 11 54| 6 00] ..... P. M. | A. m. |Lve. Ar.| a.m, | P.M BELLEFONTE & SNOW SHOE BRANCH. Time Table in effect on and after Nov. 26th 1905. Mix | Mix | Stations. | Mix | Mix “f”* stop on signal. Ww, W. ATTERBURY, General Manager. Week days only. J R. WOOD. General Passenger Agent. Money to Loan. ONEY TO LOAN on good secarity and houses for rent. Att'y at Law, J. M. KEICHLINF, ¢3-14-1yr.
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