[Copyright, 1895.]
It was an all-night Journey, and a
very cold one. Perhaps the state of the
thermometer would not have mattered
so much if the "Great London Suc
cess" with which the company were
traveling had made a stronger impres
sion upon the audiences of the provin
cial towns to which it had been pre
sented.
They were going north, and there
was a "wait" of four hours in one of
the hoariest of the Lancashire manu
facturing towns. The company'B car
riage had been detached from the train
and shunted on to a siding to wait for
the early morniug train which was to
take it on to Pniselj'. t
The men of the company had all
got out, as soon as the train drew up
nt ♦he platform, and had gone ofT into
the town in search of some establish
ment,, no matter how lowly,"which
would open its doors to them and give
them refreshment.
I'hc ladies, five in number, remained
n their compartment, huddled up in
their warmest cloaks, trying to get a
little sleep. But it would not do; it
was too cold. The "old woman," who
was really old, rubbed her eyes miser
ably.
"They've all got off, I suppose!" she
grumbled. "And of course they never
think of us."
A bright young girl, from whose
cheeks not even an all-night journey
could take the roses, sprang to her feet
and let down the nearest window.
"Tliey shall think of us, though!"
cried she, as she thrust her head and
Blioulders out of the window. "Come
and let us out! Come and let us out,
some of you, any of you!" cried she,
imperiously. And the next moment,
catching sight on the dimly-lighted
platform of a figure she knew, she
cried; "Mr. Ardenerl Mr. Arclener!
Come and have pity on us. We are
"TAKE HER UOMK," HRI SAID, IN A LOW YOICK.
locked in like wild beasts; and I assure
you we are getting- very nearly as sav
age. We've been kept too long with
out food, yon see."
The person addressed stepped nim
bly down ftom the platform, ami
picked his way in the dark across the
lines to the siding.
A tall, well-made young man, with a
kindly, open face, Cyril Ardener looked
what he was, a really nice fellow, n
favorite with his own sex and with
the other. As the girl above him
looked down into his face, it was easy
to see that she was one of those upon
whom the "juvenile lead" had made a
deep impression.
"You had much better stay where
you are." said he. pfrsuasivelv. "The
other fellows have gone wandering
about in search of drinks. And as they
are making rt great, noise and disturb
ing everybody, without succeeding in
their quest, I should advise you to give I
them aw ide berth for the present."
"Never mil d. I'm coming out," said
Miss rail-brother, with the obstinacy of
the spoilt Vuuty. "Open the door,
please."
"You'll have nobody to talk to," per
sisted Cryril, ns he took out his key.
"Not even you?"
"Not even me. I'm going off to try
nd keep others out. of mischief."
The door was opened by this f iinc,
tnd she was preparing to descend, obo
rraciously allowed Cyril to assist her,
and rewarded him with another (.mile.
"Come along." said she, rather impa
tiently. For Cyril was lingering to
east a glance inside the carriage before
lie shut the door. As his eyes rested
upon a pale, worn, retined facei that of
the leading Juvenile lady, a change
came over Cyril's face.
"I wish I could get you ti cup of hot
coffee. Miss Wells." he said.
But before she. could thank him the
impatient Lilian hud pulled him by
force away from the door, crying out
in pretended terror that she heard a
train coming. The face of Constance
Wells flushed slightly as she settled her
self again in her corner.
It was about an hour after thia when
they heard steps on the line again, and
somebody mounted up and looked in.
Through the steam on the glass the
face of a man could be dimly seen. He
tapped softly at the window in Mias
Wefii* confer.
1 A deeper flush came into her white
rfaeeks as she came face to face with
Hyril Ardener.
"Won't you ladies come out?" he said.
14 I've found a fire, u real fire."
But they refused, preferring the ills
they had to suffer to trudging over the
rails in the keen outside air. Miss
Wells, however, had not spoken.
"You will come, won't you, Con
stunce ?" said he, in a lower voice.
A shiver ran through her, not caused
by the cold. It seemed a long time
since Cyril had called her by her Chris
tian name.
She hesitated and then said: "Yes.*'
I Cyril helped her out, and led' her
across th£ lines back to the platform.
Then she asked sudenly:
* "Where's Miss Fairbrother?"
"She's gone off with Glynn," said
| Cyril, smiling. "After quarreling
with me."
"Ah!" said Constance.
Cyril could detect jealousy, pique,
1 pride in the simple utterance. They
' walked along the platform in silence to
the office of the station master, wherca
* bright fire was blazing.
With a cry of delightConstanec went
down on her knees before it, and spread
~ out lier stiff fingers in the welcome
I warmth. Cyril stood near, looking
down at her delicate, worn face, in
which the blue eyes looked pretcrnaf
, urally large. After a long silence he
I said suddenly.
, ' "You think I asked you to come out
I because I had quarreled with that lit
tle flirt? You were wrong."
| Constance flushed slightly, but did
' not glancd 1 up.
' ! "I asked you because the little goos.f
j let out something which was the last
thing she should have let me know it
she wanted me to forget you. Yoi
have been fretting, it seems."
, Brought to task so abruptly, Con
stance could not keep the tears out of
her eyes.
"No," she said, rather feebly.
"Oil! but you have. Now tell me, is
It true that you are not so hard as you
pretend to be? Is it true, for instance,"
and he came nearer to her, "that you
are sorry you snubbed me so unmerci
fully that day—you know when?"
There was a pause. Constance was
much agitated. But she gathered her
forces together, and answered with
some spirit:
"No. It is not true. I am not
sorry."
But there was a tremor in her gentle
voice, a tenderness in her eyes, which
belied her words.
"I don't believe 3*011," said Cyril, as he
knelt down on the floor beside her. "1
mean I don't believe your words. I be
lieve your eyes. And I can read in them
; that you do core; that you have been
unhappj*, lonelj', since 3*ou quarreled
with me."
Then she gave way, and in a piteous
little sob betrayed the feeling she had |
been trying to hide. He stole one of j
her white hands, which not even the
frost had succeeded in making red and |
ugly, and held it tenderly in his own.
She cried in silence for a few minutes,
and then turned upon him fiercely:
"Why do you torment me?" she asked,
with something like terror in her voice.
"Because I love 3*oll, Connie; because
I know you have had a hard life, which
is not growir.gany easier, and because
I want to give you some ease, some rest,
some hap]) in ess, darling."
"But 3*oll can't. You know 3*oll can't.
Oh, Cyril, don't begin it all over again!"
But he had both hands now. He
I was holding them in a firm grip, look
ing into her face, with an expression of
longing tenderness which thrilled her,
warmed her in spite of herself.
"My darling, couldn't you trust me?
Don't 3*ou think I would make you hap
py QM long us you live?"
He could see in her eyes the struggle
which was going on between her feel
ings nnd her instincts of duty and
honor.
"Don't you think I would make you Q
kind husband, Constance?"
With a sudden impulse she snatched
her bands away,
j""A ti if you could! If you 01113? couldl"
she fcaid, plteo'uriy. yotf know* ybu
can't, you can't, while my husband is
alive!'*
Cyril moved impatiently.
"Now isn't that nonsense, child?" said
he with an air of indulgent tolerance.
"Your husband treated you disgraceful
ly; as badly as a man could treat a
woman. lie deserted you for another
woman five years ago. Since he Went
to America three years ago, you haven't
heard whether Wfc is alive or dead, and
have the strongest reason for thinking
he is dead. And yet you must bring this
hideous memory—he is nothing more
to you—to stand in the way of your own
happiness. For you would be happy
with me. Don't you know it? Come
now, tell met"
"Yes, I know it; I am sure of it," whis
pered she. "And yet— '*
"Well, and yet what?"
"I can't do it, I can't, I can't."
"Give me only a reason, and I*ll re
spect it.*'
Her head dropped.
"Though I never really cared for my
husband and do care a great deal for
you, still, I can't pretend to be your
wife while he is alive. I don't say I'm
wise; I don't even say I'm right. But
that's how I feel, and—there's the end
of it."
She sprang to her feet and drew her
cape round her shoulders again. She
would go back to her carriage, she said.
But he coaxed her. Aud beeaiiFe she
loved him, because it was a delight to
her to he with him once more, even if
their interview was as full of pain as of
pleasure, she stayed.
At last, though she would not yield
to his entreaties, she gave a half-con
sent to his proposal that she should
take lodgings for the ensuing week in
the house where he was going to stay.
This teemed a very good suggestion, as
the town to which they were going wns
notorious for the badness of its lodg
ings, and the poor Scotch inn, whert
(yril and the moxiager were going to
offered a prospect of comparative
'uxury.
But Constance, when lie again sat
hack in her corner of the railway car
riage, found herself with ho
much eagerness on the pleasure she
would have in being for a week con
stantly in the society of the man she
loved, that she recognized with fear that
the joy was in fsctn temptation. When,
therefore, Cyril cuine to the door of the
compartment at their journey's end, he
found that her mood and her manner
had changed.
"Come," said he, gentlj', as he took
her hug and offered her his hand. "We
shall have to walk, but it isn't far to the
hotel."
She looked steadily before her, with
a white face.
"Thank you. But I hare changed mj
mind. I am going to stay with Miss
Browning."
And she walked quickly away with
out giving him time for protest or re
ply-
There wars no reward of virtue for
poor Constance. All that week Cyril
devoted himself to Miss Fairbrotlier;
and Constance, although she munuged
to hide the misery she felt, could not
stifle it. She felt that she loved thir
man so deeply that her powers of re
sistance were growing unequal to the
strain. After all, was there not truth
in what he urged, that she owed no duty
to the man who had so neglected her?
This nominal husband flint must in
deed be dead. For three years she had
heard nothing of hiin. Was she uot free,
in law us well as morally, to contract a
fresh marriage?
So she tortured herself, and mean
while held aloof as much as possible
from all intercourse with Cyril exeep*
on the stage. But the parts the.v
played were those of lovers; and the
harassed woman felt that they be
trayed their feelings in every word, in
every look, that they were forced to
exchange in the business of the stage.
At the end of the week, as she left tin
theater after her night's work, the hnli
keepcr told her that there was n man
outside wuiting for her.
"He wanted to come in and wait here,
miss; but lie was too drunk to stand,
and I wouldn't let liim in. There he is
by the doorway. If you go the othei
way you'll miss him."
But Constauce was looking at the hu
man wreck the man pointed out with
wide eyes full of fear. She knew him,
changed though he was.
He was in rags, dirty, haggard; an
appalling spectacle. She answered the
hailkeeper by a gesture wither than by
words and made a step in the direction
of the doorway within the shelter of
which her hußband was standing.
He staggered forward and clutched
her arm. As she stopped Cyril Ardener
came out by the. stage door on his way
homewards. lie uttered an exclama
tion of disgust and darted forward to
send the wretch about his business.
With one quick movement he released
her, and supporting her trembling- fig
ure in his arms, said, quickly:
"My poor darling! Don't be fright
ened. I'll see you home."
Tlie other man uttered a hoarse
sound meant for a laugh. He was slink
ing away without a word, when Con
stance recovered herself.
"Let me go. Let me go, Cyril," she
whispered. "It is—uiy husband."
Cyril was so much shocked that he
was speechless. Before he could re
cover from his disgust and amazement
Miss Fairbrother, pretty, bright-, brim
ming over, as usual, with provocative
coquetry, ran out and stopped at the
strange group. She had caught Con
stance's words, and her face was a pic
ture of amusement, horror and mali
cious satisfaction by turns.
Coustance gave Cyril one eloquent
look, full of pathetic sadness, of rigid
determination. Tbeu she glanced at
the young girl, who seemed unable to
pass the group.
"Take her home," she said, in a low
roice.
And she turned to her husband.
"Tom," she said, "are you coming
home with me?"
"Yes, if you'll hare me," he answered
in a hearse voice.
He WHS Irsi grateful than .uiiaji,
ipiritlfM. Perhaps he was hardly so
ber; but his tottering footsteps were
tlie result of illness rather than of in
toxication..She led him to her lodgings,
pot him some, clothes, pave him food,
and placed him in a chair by the tire.
In all that she did there was no pre
tense of welcome or affection; but she
was kind, thoughtful, attentive, gen
tle, as slie would have been to 0
stranger.
For the truth WHS that there WAS
nothing in Tom Anderson to rouse ten
der feelings in the woman who had
found him out. He took her attentions
in a liang-dog fashion, with some little
shame, perhaps, but with atill more ir
ritation. When he lind eaten his sup
per and was provided with a cigarette
lie began to asume the airH of lofty in
dignation at the words he had over
heard Cyril address to her.
"I don't know whether that's the way
you have been allowing every young
Jackanapes you met, to speak to you
while 1 have been away!** grumbled he.
" 'My poor darling,' indeed!"
But, much to his amazement, Con
stance burst out laughing.
She had been so gentle that he was
prepared to find her humble also, and
"I MI;AN 1 DON'T BELIEVE TOUR WORDS.*'
ready to allow him to get the upper
hand again.
"You won't talk like that, will 3*oll,
please?" she said, trying to repress her
involuntary, bitter amusement. "You
must be satisfied to know that I have
behaved rightly, according to my own
ideas, as you 110 doubt have, according
to yours."
He. glanced at her quickly, with aris
ing flush of indignation in his sullen
face. But he was abashed, and had the
sense to say not hing.
"I am not going to worry .you with
any moralizng, any questions," she
went on, looking at the lire. "I would,
of course, if 1 cared; but I don't. 1 will
do what I can for you —take care of
you till you are better able to go away.
But—but that's all."
"Then you arc not going to make it up
again?" whined he.
Constance looked at him quickly, and
lie.r eyes tilled with tears. If there had
l>een a spark of affection in his stone —
of longing for the warmth of his wife's
heart, as distinct from power over lier
purse—she would not have been hard
to him. But love for another and love
returned had made her clear-sighted. .
She shook her head.
"No more than that," she said, gently,
gently.
He kept, hit* head bent for a little
while, looking at the fire. Then he
nodded philosophically. After all, he
had outgrown any feeling for his wife
long ago. In the meantime he might
think himself sure of a roof undacruat
a long ik she was in an engagement.
"Well, aa you like," said he, at last.
Over her face there panned a curious
look. In the pause that followed her
own words she had been woman enough
to hope that he was going to coax, to
entreat. And she was disappointed.
She rose quickly from her chair.
"I couldn't get another room iu this
house," said she. "So I've got one next
door. But it's a poky little place, not
what you would like; *JO you can have
mine. I will have the one in the next
house. Good night."
She waited one moment at the door,
looking at him curiously. He. glanced
up.
"Thank you. Good night," said he.
(n another momeut she was outside
the house. On the opposite side of the
road a man was standing. He crossed
quickly over to her.
"Constance, I want to see you."
"Cyril!"
"Oh, my poor child, what an experi
ence for you! What are you going to
do?"
Then he stopped, looking at her in
amazement.
'Why, I don't understand. You look
happier than I have, seen you forever
so long. Is it possible you care for—for
him?"
Constance shook her head, smiling
rather sadly
"I wish it were possible," she said. "1
don't care for him, T care for you. And
yet, _now that lie has come back, I am
happier than 1 was before, I am thank
ing llea\en that he did come—in time.
1 was not so strong as I pretended, Cy
ril. I was afraid."
But Cyril looked impatient, misera
ble.
"You have sacrificed your life!" said
he, passionately.
"And saved niy—what is it?—pride?
Well, I am satisfied, Cyril; a man can
never understand a woman; I don't un
derstand myself. But lam happier to
night knowing that 1 am out of danger,
that there is to be no more struggling
and no more questioning, than I was
before."
"He will be a burden to you as long
as you live."
"I can't help that."
"Constance, this i* quixotism.'*
"Well, I can't help that either. Good
night."
And she disappeared into the house.
When Tom Anderson died, six months
Inter, Cyril Ardencr was already the
husband of Lilian Fairbrotber. But
Constance was not unhappy, except in
the fear thnt the little coquette would
make an indifferent wife.
She ha/1 been true to her best self; she
had gained a victory which bnd made
her strong. And to the end of her life
she will congratulate berseW upon her
veTy performs ace.
TJTE BUB.
Their lint Quarrel.
She—Strange how married people can
quarrel, isn't it, dear? Here we've been
married two whole weeks and not an
unkind word has passed between us.
lie—We shall never quarrel, darling,
until you begin it. I neversjjall.
She —That's just like a man. I know
you'll be the first, to quarrel.
Ho—Now don't lie unreasonable,dear.
You— /
She—You never used to think me un
reasonable. Why didn't you find that
out before you married me? etc., etc.,
etc. Tears and door siaiu.—Boston
Transcript.
Tit* Barber'* l)r*ni.
The shop WAS dull; 'twas A sultry day,
And not a customer came that way,
And ths barber's eyelids softly closed.
And a vision came as he gently dozed.
Of a man who wanted a shave, shampoo
And hair-cut—used hair tonic, too—
A wonderful man who wanted a drop
Out of every iott I* in the shop.
A man who w anted all the news,
And made the barber express his views
On countless topics of widest range,
And last, net least, didn't want hlschanc*.
—Life.
t anffht Napping:.
"Daptiale!"
"Monsieur?"
"You arc getting careless, my boy.'
"0! monsieur!"
"You don't brush my clothes now."
"I assure you—"
"I left a half-franc piece in my waist
coat pockel yesterday—and it ia there
yet,"—La Petit Parisien.
£he Bit Iler Lips.
Mother (suspiciously)— What makes
your lips so red? Has that young
man—
Sweet (Jirl—he hasn't. If my lips
are red, it's because I've been biting
tbem. 1 was mad.
"Mad because he tried to kiss you 7"
"No. Because he didn't."—N. Y.
Weekly.
Not a Fighter.
"How did your great unknown pan
out?" asked the sport,
"We had to drop him," replied the
trainer.
"What's the trouble?"
"At almost the last minute he became
incapacitated for work."
"How?"
"He lost his voice."—Chicago Post.
A Remftrkabl* Man.
Deacon Klderby—X must say that 1
can't see anything remarkable about
this new minister.
Deacon Podberry—Dear me, broth
er! Don't you know he has been preach
ing for ten years and lias never tried
to answer Hob Ingersoll?—lndianapo
lis Journal.
Wata lilg Money'* Worth.
"Come around next week Saturday,
Hawkins. My wife and I are going to
celebrate our silver wedding."
"Silver wedding? Why you haven't
been married more than 12 years."
"I know it; but silver haa depreciat
ed. It's only worth 18 where it used
to l> 25."—Life.
KM*** In All Thins*.
"I want to know why, Mr*. McCorkle,
you give me hash for breakfast this
morning, when you know that yester
day at breakfast I did not touch it?"
"That's just why. When you have
eaten that, 1 shall provide something
else."—Harper's Bazar.
liti*irt4 Mia*.
Perry Patettic—Mister, kin you give
me a dime?
Wallace—None of my good money
goes for whisky, my friend.
"It don't? How do you work it?"—
Cincinnati Enquirer.
Au Appreciative 8001.
lie pinned upon his overcoat-
Thai sneering Johnny Power—
A bin chrysanthemum and said:
"That's what I cauliflower."
—Chicago Tribune.
FKMIMNK LOGIC.
He—Yes; I consider it dangerous to
travel in the car that's next the en
gine; people there are always killed
when there is a collision.
Nervous Party—Then why do they
put it on, if it is so dangerous?— St.
Paul's.
A lieartiena Parent.
Miss Bullion—Papa says we can't, be
married until you are able to support
me.
Adorer—Great Scott! Does be want
his only daughter to die an old maid ?
N. Y. Weekly.
Tried and Fnattd Wanting.
.lack Hard up—Lend me a dollar, will
,vou? I haveh't anything but a large
bill in my pocket.
Amicus (to whom Jack has often ap
plied be fore)— Whose is it, your tai
lor's?— Boy City Chat.
Two Soul*.
Bride—We must do our best not to
let people know we are on our wedding
trip.
Groom—lndeed we must, or we'll be
charged four prices for everything.—
N. Y. Weekly.
Bull's Ere,
Ethel—George Is a wonderful shot.
Maud—ludeed?
Ethel—No matter how dark it is, he
never kisses you on the nose. N. Y.
World.
The Hntppr Hnppd.
Miss Antique—l dou't see why young
married people make each fools of
themselves!
Old GoodfeJlo — It's because
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RAILROAD TIMETABLES
" I "HE DKLAWAAB, SUAQUMANNA ANI.
X SenUYLULL KAILKOAD.
Time table in effect December 15,18 ft").
Trains leave Drifton for Jeddo, Eeklcy, Hazle
Brook, Stockton, beaver Meadow bond, l(oa:i
and Huzleton Junction nt 5 30, 6U) u m. 4 15 p
tu, daily except Sunday; and 7 ft) am, 2 p in,
Sunday.
Trains leave Drifton for ITftrwnod, Cranberry.
Tomhicken and Deringer at 5 30 a m, p m. Uailv
except Sunday; und 7 fti a in, 236 p in, Sun
day.
I rains leave Drifton for Oneida Junction,
ilurwood ltoad, liuuiboldt Koau, oneidu und
Slieppton ntb W) u m, 4 16 p m, daily except Sun
da*'; and 7 U3 a in. 2 bts p ni, Sunday.
l'ruius leave Huzleton Junction for Hnrwood,
Cranberry, Tomhicken nod DeriiiKer ut 0 ;L~> n
ra, dully except Suuduy; and 853 a m, 4 22 p in,
Suuduy.
Trains leave Huzleton Junction for Oneida
Junction, Hnrwood ltoad, Humboldt Houd.
Oneida and Shcppton at 8 29, 11 10 a in, 4 40 p in,
daily except Sunday; und 7 1)7 u in, JOB p ui,
Sunday.
Trains leave Durtngor for Tomhicken, Cran
berry, Harwood, ilazleton Junction, Koau,
Ileaver Meadow ltoad. Stockton, iia/.le brook,
Kckley, Jeddo and Drifton at 2 25, 5 40 p ni,
daily except Suuduy; and 0 1)7 u in, oU7 p m.
Sunday.
Trains leave Shcppton for Oneida, Humboldt
ltoad, Harwood ltoad, Oneida Junction, Huzle
ton Junction and Koau at 7 11 arn, 12 40, 525
P to, daily except Sunday; and 8 00 a m. 344
p ui, Sunday.
Trains leave Shcppton for beaver Meadow
Koad, Stockton, Hazle Bro k, Kckley, Jeddo
and Drifton at 5 25 p m, daily, except Suudaj .
and 8 UP n m, 3 44 p in, Sunday.
Trains leave Uozlvtou Junction for Beavi r
Meadow Koad, Stockton, Hazle Brook, Ecklej ,
Jeddouud Drifton at 3 09, 547, 620 p m, daily,
except Sunday; and 1008 a ni, 6 38 p m. Sunday.
All trains connect at Huzleton Jiiiictiou with
electric cars for Huzleton, Jeaiiesville, Auden
ried and other points on the Traction Com
pany's line.
Trains leaving Drifton at 6 00 a ni, Huzleton
Junction at 6 29 a m, ami Shcppton at 7 11 a m.
connect at Oneida Junction with Lehigh Valley
truiiis east uud west.
Train leaving Drifton nt 530 a m makes con
nection lit Deringer with P. K. K. train foi
Wilkesbarre, Suubury, liurrisburg uud points
west.
For the accommodation of passengers at way
stations between Huzleton Junction and Dei
uificr, an extra tram will leave the former
point in 3 50 p in. daily, except Sunday, arm -
ing ut Kcriuger at 5 00 p m.
LUTIIEK 0. SMITH, Superintendent.
LEHIGH VALLEY RAILROAD
November 17, 18' Jo.
Anthracite coal used exclusively, insuring
(yeanliiiccs and comfort.
AIIHANGKMKNT or PABSKNOEK TRAINS
LEAVE FREELAND.
6 05, 8 25, 9 33. 10 41 um, 135, 2 27, 3 15, 84.
12,6 68, 8 05, 857p m, for Drifton, Jeddo, Lum
ber \ ard, Stockton and liuzlclon.
0 05, 8 26. 033 a in, 1 35, 3 15. 4 34 p m. for
Muueli Chunk. Allentown, Bethlehem, Phila..
BAston and New York.
6 05, 0 33, 10 41 am, 2 27, 4 25, 668 om. for
Mahanoy City, Slo-naiidoah und Putts* ille.
726, 9 16. 1050 a in, 11 54.4 34 pm, (via High
and branch) for White Haven, (Hen Summit,
Wilkch-Barie, Pittaton and L. and 1). Junction.
SUNDAY TRAINS.
II 40 A m and 3 24 p in for Drifton, Jeddo. Linn
bcr Yard and Huzleton.
324 p in for Delano, Mahanoy City, Shena -
doah. New York and Philadelphia.
ARRIVE AT FREELAND
7 28, 9 27, 10 58, 11 54 a m, 12 68, 2 13, 4 34. 5 33,
658, 847 pin, from Huzleton, Stockton, um
ber Yard, Jeddo and Drilton.
7 26, 9 27, 10 50 a in, 2 13, 4:44, 658 p in, from
Delano, Mahanoy City unu Shetiui. iouli vi.
New boston brancli).
12 58, 5 83, 847 p in, from New York, Easton
Philadelphia, Bethlehem, Allentown and Man.
Chunk.
9 27, 10 50 a in, 12 58, 683, 6 68, 847 p in. from
Baston, Phila., Bethlehem and Maucli Chunk
933, 1041 a in,2 27,0 68pm Irom Wliite Haven
Glen Summit, Wilkes-Hunt*, Pittstoii and L. am
B. Junction (via Highland brunch).
RUNDAY TRAINS.
11 31 a m nni 3 10 p in, from Ilazleton, Lum
ber Yard, Jeddo and Drifton.
11 31 a in from Delano, Huzleton, Phlladolphi
and BaHtou.
3 10 p ui from Delano and Mahunoy region
For further information inquire ot Tit
Agents.
CHAB. S. LEE, GciTl IW. -Au.nl
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