PTE RET
a
STORY
A CHRISTMAS
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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.
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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
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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
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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
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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
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“Look, Ike: thar's Rob Desmond got | inside an hour I'll give him ‘trouble’
| and lots of it!”
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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
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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-
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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
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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.
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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.