Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 32, Number 119, 19 May 1907 — Page 7
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By E.W.HORNUNG. Author of "Raffles, the Amateur CrackaBi.n. "Stinitaree. Etc.
Ctpjrifiit. 189. by CHARLES SCRIBNER-S SONS.
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urged Peggy In
"Ah. miss, come onT En agony for Tom.
"She shall:" he muttered, with the nozzle of one pistol against the lady's neck. And so between them they got her to the back of the house and thence across the open space to the stables. As they ran Tom turned his head and 3ust saw one end of a chain of ruddy convict faces, all horribly intent upon some unseen spectacle before the palisade. The stable proper faced the open gate through which the bushrangers had ridden. Their paddled horses stood two in a stall, and Tom was backing out a couple when he discovered Peggy meddling with a third. He told her three would not be wanted. An' what about you?"
I stay with my mates." "Wld tblm murtherin' vill'ns?" "I'm one myself." "Already?" she cried. "Tom, Tom" It was his turn to hold up a warning hand. Miss Sullivan stood listening at the door, but not to them. Tom listened too. For some Instants all was still. Then a thwack, thwack, thwack, was greeted with a yell of savage Joy, and Miss Sullivan was gone from the door. "Let her go!" cried Tom. seizing Pegfry's wrist "I did my best for her. You, at all events, shall be saved." "Not without you, Tom." "Nonsense, Peggy! I must see this
through." "An' so must I. then." With these words, she set her back to the open door. But there stood Tom. looking past and beyond her, as though he bad not heard one of them. Presently a soft laugh came from his Hps. "AH right, Peggy! You are safer than I thought Look behind you." The girl obeyed, and there, trotting two abreast through the open gate, were a score of troopers, with the glare from the still blazing hut reddening their whiskered faces, Jeweling their flpurs and gliding from hilt to point the waving sword of the lad who rode at their head. Peggy stood aghast, with an amazement that left no room for thought. It was only when the cavalcade had
swept close by and so out of sight at a gailop that she heard Tom speaking to her from a height. He had himself mounted one of the horses and was entreating her to stand aside and let him outAnd then she realized how the situation bad reversed itself and how he was now fiie one to fly and gallop for llfm WitHrkiit a t Til fiha r-v t-o n rr
...... ...uivsui. " kfuv 1' " O out of his way. He clattered under the lintel and was gone. She came out to see him gallop through the open gate. He had already vanished, but not that way. He had dashed to the assistance of his rascally mates. But a dozen shots had been fired already and blue wreaths were curling In the glare-like clouds at sunset.
Wall-eye lay stretched upon his face. Slipper and the aboriginal were fighting desperately back to back, but both were wounded and their moments numbered. Troopers surrounded them; others were already endeavoring to restore order among the convicts, while one, a sergeant, was being dragged and bumped about with one foot twisted in his stirrup and his dead face smothered with blood. Tom looked about for Hookey Simp- - son and found him on the verge of shaking off four troopers and the ensign. One saddle he had emptied with
his plstoL As Tom came near he hook
ed the ensign out of his, but was with
in an ace of being dragged to the ground in doing so. The ensign's stock gave way and saved him. Ere he could recover himself a trooper took
deliberate aim at the little man. Tom
saw him. however, and fired point
blank at the outstretched arm. It fell, nud the next Tom knew was that he
and Hookey were galloping neck and
neck for the gate with but one pursuer
close upon them.
Hookey had apparently received no
hurt. The hattered hat was off and his benevolent forehead rose high and white above his mask. It was to be
Tom's last memory of the little gray man. He had thrown away one pistol, drawn another and turned to fire it
with every furrow of that fine brow showing in the glare. But Tom heard the man behind fire first and saw those furrows leap into space like snapped Cddle strings, and he galloped through the gate alone. Whether the slayer came to grief over the slain or how else to account for It. Tom never knew, but he now got a start which he was destined to keep and to Increase. Now also he began for the first time to appreciate the piece of hard bitted horseflesh between his knees. He had taken the dead Italian's roan, which had been led riderless to the farm and was thus w'omparatively fresh. It was a great gannt brute, with a mouth like leather, as Tom had discovered to his cost in
, the skirmish. Once through the gate, however, he felt that no more the beast had run away without his knowIns it , Indeed he knew very little for the first few minutes except that the moon was setting at his back and he wa9 once more heading for the sea. This he gathered from the grotesque shadow leaping along between the roan's ears. His first conscious effort was to keep that shadow dead ahead. Now he lost It where the timber thickened, now he found It In an open glade. At length the shad- failed and vanished, and it was very dark Indeed, but on went the roan with Tom on its withers to avoid Invisible boughs, and when the sky lightened he could have shouted for Joy, for the roan's eara took shape against Its lightest point. He did not shout because his pursuers would have heard him. for all this time he had heard them a l Intervals, and
whenever the ground changed from
hard to soft their hoofs rang out the
Instant the roan's were muffled.
The Joy of that wild ride through the gum trees to the sea! He forgot the
little value he had set upon his life and
rode for It now as men ride for nothing else. Yet he recked but little of the result. He knew no fears and no regrets, but Instead an exhilaration such as he had never known before. It might be his last hour. He reveled In it the more was the more grateful for It on that account. To have ta3ted such life as this at life's end! To die after this with no more pain! To reach the sweet sea and swim out to rest! And now he smelt It. The rushing air was spiced with salt. Even in the pungent forest he detected it through
all the odors and was mistaken in that no more. Only one question remained In his mind. Would the roan hold out? Would the roan hold out? Long ago the pace had slackened. Long ago Tom had stooped and ripped
his big boots down to the ankles and
cast them from him with all else that had been the Italian's. He was now riding a light ten stone in his shirt
and trousers. His bare feet were
numb from standing in the stirrups to ease the roan. But the trees had been rushing past In myriads half the night, and still they stood against the
morning skyline, like blots of Ink upon
a slate. In myriads more.
On the other hand, he had heard
nothing of his pursuers for some time
and was beginning to wonder whether they had given up the chase. Their
horses might well have started less fresh than his. Had they given it up
or had they not?
Tom had asked himself the question for the twentieth time when something happened, and he had his an
swer sitting stupidly on the ground.
The roan was disappearing amid the
trees, with the saddle beneath its belly,
Its startled gallop died away like the roll of a drum. But heavier hoofs were
coming up behind.
Tom sprang up, but sat down again with a yelp of pain. His ankle was
badly sprained. He felt for a weapon,
but he had thrown them all away,
Even his knife he seemed to have hurl
ed after the long boots or left In a
pocket of the blue Jacket, which had
been Jettisoned In Its turn.
He sat Etill and groaned. To have
to surrender sitting still: wnat an
end to his ride! What a beginning of
the end of all!
The heavy hoofs came nearer, near
er. Three troopers labored into view,
gave a yell and put spurs to their tired horses, but ceased to spur them when
they saw their man. "Why, who are you?" cried they. "The man you want."
'i wi.su you were. xoure an we
shall get with these horses. But you
must have heard him pass."
A light broke over Tom. He said he
had heard it, but some time since.
when it was darker and he was half
i asleep.
"And what made you think you were
our man?" asked another trooper sus piciously. "I I I'm a runaway convict."
"Then you're better than nothing,
cried the former speaker. "You'll come
with us. But the man we've lost is an
Italian, and there's precious little of
the Italian about you."
There was less than little. He had
thrown everything away, but without
a thought of saving his neck by so do
ing. Nor indeed had he saved It yet.
tney cro;p.. latter aud snaved otr
the yellow stubble which had lately hidden the hollow cheeks and softened
the haggard Jaw, and It was an old man's face that saw itself with sunken
eyes in the barber's glass.
Next they took away his farm labor
er's clothes, which were not branded, and put him In a Parramatta frock and
trousers, which were. And now they
clasped around his body a green hide
belt, from which depended in front a heavy chain that became two heavy
chains at about the level of the knees
and the two chains ended in still hear
ier rings around either ankle, and the
whole made a capital Y upside down.
In this harness it was impossible to
walk, though with practice you might waddle, and it was never struck off for
a single Instant on any pretext whatso
ever.
-iney now presented him with a spoon all to himself. His knife and
fork, his pannikin and his mess kid he
was to share with five other felons.
Lastly they showed him his eighteen
Inches, where he passed the intolerable
night in wondering why he had not
given himself up as the Italian's un
derstudy and In wondering even more
why he still would not Co so if it were
all to come over again, for he knew he
would not. Indeed, one of the most
dreadful features of this present phase
was the tenacity with which the poor
wretch found himself clinging to life
in each emergency despite all his cool
er longings for the end. He longed for that more than ever, but he saw
now that death must come to him
He might sink to murder; to self mur
der he could never stoop.
Or so he thought at the beginning of
this term of broillnir davs and fetid
nights, with foul company and heavy
irons common to both. Meanwhile such feelings as were left him were
still tolerably keen, and it was a real thrill that toward the end of the first week he woke up at his work to hear the others hooting and turned round to see Nat Sullivan once tore riding down the line. The thrill became a shiver. The blue eyes were fixed on Tom, the great Hp was thrust out at him, and before Tom the rider reined up. "You vUIaln!" said II:. Nat, w:fh inexpressible malignancy roice and look. "You villain 1 ve found you out!" A line of red ey mias b3 wa-
gang for absconding, I understood?"
"We didn't know it then."
"That he was one of the bushran
gers?" "i'es." "But you know It now?" "We do so.
"Dear me!" again remarked the major, whose expression was rendered
inscrutable by the rich shade of the
gigantic umbrella without which he
rarely ventured abroad. His 6mall,
6hrewd eye3 glanced from the visitor to Tom, who was stHl looking down
and fidgeting with his pick, the speak
ing linage of suHen guilt More repul
sive to the major was the gloating ruf
fian In the saddle, but he signed to the
sentry to take away Tom's pick and
then favored the other with a slow.
contemplative stare.
"A very singular thing, I'm sure," he
resumed, with a sarcastic Intonation
that punctured even Nat's thick skuIL
"Very singular Indeed. Upon my word.
Mr. Sullivan," exclaimed the major, "I
find li aimcuit to Deiieve wnat you
Look at him trembling."
tremble in the air before
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CHAPTER XXII.
HHE stockade smoldered in the
midst of a hard baked plain that was as brown as shoe leather and as devoid of any
sort or kind of vegetation, as though it were shaved every morning with some monstrous razor. Trees there were in the distance, marking more than half the skyline, as though the place had been shaved especially for the stockade, but not a solitary bush wasNvithin reach. And the sight of the trees, whose leaves they never heard and
whose shade they never felt, was one
more torment to those of the eighty prisoners who still lifted their heads to
look so far. The majority, however,
let their dull eyes redden by the day
together on those few hard and blind ing yards which might chance to oc
cupy their picks and shovels from 5 in
the morning till the going down of the
sun.
All day they labored in chains be
neath the barrels and bayonets of the
military. In the evening when they
returned to the stockade loaded mus
kets and fixed bayonets showed them
the way. Even In the stockade itself
fixed bayonets and loaded muskets
gave them their supper. Thereafter
they were locked up for the night in
so many small boxes lined with ledges
something more spacious than book
shelves. On these ledges they lay
down, as close as mummies in cata
combs, until it should be 5 o'clock once
more, and perhaps after a time the
only sound would be the clank of his fetters a3 this man or that turned over
in the magnificent space of eighteen
inches that was aUotted to each.
It was the same stockade of which
fc-ncbsen had seen the outside oh his
""ay to Castle Sullivan in the early part cf December. He saw the inside by the end of February when Strachan gave fcira six months of it for ab
sconding and by so doing made open enemies of the Sullivans. They wanted to have the breaking of Tom's spirit all to themselves and tried to dictate another fifty l.ishes and the convict's return to service, but this time Strachan was firm, passing, indeed, the most merciful sentence possible In the circumstances. The six months began on Wednesday,, the last of February; In the year 1S3S. First they took his name and made an inventory of his marks, scars and celoz e him aim and. hnir. Then,.
tered in the sun, then fell with A glimmer of interest from the scowling
horseman to the prisoner accosted. Tom had already piqued such attention as his new companions were in
the habit of bestowing upon any fel
low creature, for few there were who
joined that morose and fierce crew
with the stamp of such moroseness
and ferocity already on them. Those few were crabbed old hands, but here
was raw youth, and yet in three long
days they had not heard his voice. Nor did they now. Tom moistened his palms and took a new grip of his pick.
but that was not all. He was seen to
tremble, and he nearly pinned hi3 own foot to the ground. What was it he
had done and been found out in, this
cub whose teeth were always showing, but whose voice was never heard?
A perspiring' sentry strolled up, his
once red swallowtail coat hanging open upon his naked chest and his
white trousers sticking to his legs. He
was the only one whose curiosity went
the length of a word.
"What's he been doing of?" said the
sentry, wetting his hand on his chest to cool his musket stock. "We've only 'ad 'im 'ere these three days."
"You won't have him many more,"
said Sullivan. "The hangman will have him."
"Yes.
"T eoo
"ilea
long."
Tom bent over his pick. There was
more hooting here, but whether at
himself or at his enemy Tom neither
knew nor cared. lie wished to appear
very busy and regardless. He was really intent upon Nat's shadow under his pick, woudering whether he could
possibly spring so far forward in his
chains and get such n swing as to bury the pick in the substance instead. But this was never known. When the hooting subsided, the noise of light wheels approaching took its place, and
Nat Sullivan turned round In his sad
dle.
The military man who debased him
self by the charge of this iron gang was a major of gunners, too fat for service and too gouty to sustain his
distended body on his legs. He there
fore superintended operations from a
bath chair, in which a bluejacketed
messman had to trail him about the
works. Major Honeybone had recognized Nat and had ordered the mess-
man to hurry to the spot, but not to
seem in a hurry. The major was himself a sufficiently hard and cantankerous man, but some senr-e of Justice ho had, and he considered Castle Sullivan
one of the angriest plague spots in
plague spotted land. The present oc
casion filled him, therefore, with the greatest glee. He had long desired an opportunity of giving one or other of
the Sullivans a piece of his mind, and here was young Sullivan trespassing
on the works.
"Go slower," said the major, making
up his mind what -to say and not to say
It all at once, as Mr. Nat turned in his
saddle. Their greeting was ia conse
quence not uncivil, though the major blandly Ignored the coarse, ringed
hand obtruded by the other.
"You heard of the outrage the other
night at Castle Sullivan?" began Mr. Nat "By bushrangers?" observed Major
Honeybone.
By bushrangers. Only one of them
escaped, and there he is!" roared Nat pointing savagely at Tom.
Really?" remarked the major, will
fully unmoved. -Dear me! It wes
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"Sir!" "Or, if you like, to understand It"
"If you will allow me to say the rest
and to say it elsewhere"
"No, sir! Here!" cried Major Honey
bone. "Here or nowhere, which you
please. This man absconds one night, so I gather, and the next night you
are attacKea vy Dusnrangers. JLnis
man is found the morning after that
and I understand you suggest he was
one of the band that attacked you
Yet you never recognized him at the
time. Come, now, did none of you?"
"Not then, but he threatened my sis
ter and a female whom we have since returned, and Miss Sullivan remembers"
hearing him call the female by her
name. Now, this man and that worn
an kept company, snarled is&t in a
perfect flame of rage and spite, "and Miss Sullivan will swear he called the
woman by her name. He fell in with
the thieves when he absconded, It's
perfectly clear. He was the very man
to join them In an attack on his own
masters even if he didn't Instigate it.
Join in it he did. I can prove it,
Though not one of the original gang is
left alive, I can prove"
'What about that Italian fellow?"
Interrupted the major, and Tom held
his breath.
He wasn't In It I believe he's
dead, and they put this" Erichsen In his
clothes. His horse was found a few
miles beyond where they found this
man, and now his coat has been dis
covered with Erichsen's knife in the
pocket Yes, you may wince!" cried
this good hater. "You shall swing for
it yet!" "Kindly confine your remarks to me,
said the major sternly. "You'll have to prove the knife was his, and that
won't prove everything. Never heard such a story In my lifel You'll have to strengthen it up a bit If you mean to make a case. What do yon want me to do?" "Nothing at all," said Nat ungraciously. "Then why the deuce do you come to me?" "I didn't. I was on my way to your superiors." Major Honeybone turned to the sentry. "Cock your piece," said he, "and shoot his horse if he attempts to go
till I've done with him. Now, you
Sullivan," continued the major, "per
haps you didn't know you were tres
passing when you came on these
works. But you were, and you'll stop
on 'em now till I've done with you.
You came to gloat over the man you've
hounded here to tell him you'd honnd him to the gallows, did you? To laugh
at him, ch? Gadzooks, sir, the boot's on the other leg this time! The whole
chain gang ia laughing at you, and you
may frown upon 'em as much as you
like, but if you touch one you'll be In
irons yourself In two minutes. I know you, sir. We know all about both of
you here. Half the men who come here have been driven here by you and your father. Silence In the gang! Go oa to
Sydney ' and tell them anything you like about the man you mean to hang. But, gadzooks, you don't get him out of this! No, and the governor himself sha'n't have him out of this until he knows on whose word he's acting! Go to my superiors. They'll never listen to your clumsy yarn. If they do I'll send down to Sydney myself to tell 'em what I know of you and yours. And Castle Sullivan will be swept Into the sea, and you you slave driver you'll be where these men are now! Be off, sir. I hate the sight of you! Sentry,
let him go."
About the middle of this tirade Nat had been ready with a retort as" viru
lent, but the concluding sentences were too much even for his hard nerves and
sturdy ruSanlsm. Muttering some
thing unintelligible about an "outrage
and "reporting" Major Honeybone, he put spurs to his horse and galloped off.
leaving nothing worse behind him than
a look. It was such a look as might be
seen any day, any moment even, in an
iron gang, yet Tom never forgot the
cruel eyes, the low lips, the murderous scowl nor the peculiarly bestial whole
which they made on that occasion.
The convicts cursed and cheered him
m aerision ana wnen ne was gone
were given to understand by the major that If they ever did it again he
should treat the lot of them as they
would bo treated at Castle Sullivan
to fifty lashes all round.
"Only I give you fair warning," said he, "and you don't catch me break my
word either way."
xne major was a man wno liked a
little opposition for the sake of putting
It down, whlca he never failed to do with the highest hand, but he tad his
chain gang In such an exemplary state of broken spirited subjection that the
iron will within that flabby body was
growing rusty from cisiise. The irnpu dence of young Sullivan was conse
quentiy a godsend to this born marti
net It gave him aa appetite, and if made him sleep. Furthermore, it fixed his eye on Erichsen and to some ex
tent his thoughts also. The malor was
harsh by habit but In: partial to the
core. lie 11 not believe a svllahle
Nat Sullivan's story. But why had Erichsen so tatea it to heart? lie
alone had neither cursed nor cheered. The major was puzzled, but kept
watch.
"Fancy- he's a cent em an," Baid non-
eybene in a day or two, and he made
inquiries.
The result of th, inquiries was the
m formation -thaIhsen usually sulk-'
ea, But wnen be was m a oaa temper
he was more blasphemous than any man in the gang; when in a good one
he was more foul. "He is a gentleman hem was,'
said the cocksure major. "Only it's the bid story the farther they have to
fall, the lower they sink. Poor devil,
poor devil!" And old Honeybone sigh
ed, for he had senk a little, too. and if
his conscience was clear of crlmw it
was more or less saturated with sin.
of which the perfume was not a little
stale and sickly. Whether from that
cause or another, the fat major found
himself taking a more human interest In this prisoner than in most "So
that's the most profane tongue in the stockade!" he would think whenever
he looked at Tom. "So that's the foul est mouth!"
It was not hut Tom was educated
ftnd had an educated man's sense of
Cmphasi3 and of selection. His bad
things -stuck that was all.
But if those superlatives were not literally justified others were, and be
fore Tom had been six weeks in chains
he had shown a temper as insubordl
nate, an audacity as brazen and a callousness aa shocking as anything of the sort which the major had yet en
countered in his present capacity. It was the reaction from the sulky spirit in which the convict had begun his term. For two whole weeks he broke
no rules, but in the next four he was
three times flogged.
On the first occasion he knocked
down the scourger when It was all over and so brought It all over again.
On the last the major addressed him
from his chair as the convict positively
8wnj?irered from the triancles. with
nis fetters cianmng ana nis snoes
squelching at every step.
"You want to try Norfolk island,"
said the major, "but you shan't."
Tom shook his head, with an ngly
sneer.
"The gallows, then," said the major, is your game. But you're not going
to get there either. I can show you as good sport as you'll show me, and we'll
see who wins the game."
It was nothing else to the combata-
tive major. He was growing younger
for the exercise. He began to get
about again on his legs. His only regret was for a palpably fine young fellow gone so utterly to the bad. For tke
rest, he found poor Tom as stimulating
for some weeks as Nat Sullivan had
proved on the occasion described. Nat by the way, had returned to Castle
Sullivan. Ignobly crestfallen, but not so
Intoxicated as to ride by the stockade
again In daylight The major's su
periors had confirmed that officer's opinion, and Peggy O'Brien, examined
on her oath In Tarramatta factory, had
perjured herself for Tom In the most
illusive and convincing manner. The
principal superintendent had made a note of the affair, but there was no
case, as Nat was pretty plainly told,
and Major Honeybone heard no more
of him for some time.
As a matter of fact the bones of the
Italian had also been discovered, but
as there were no clothes upon them
and the retire dogs had left little else
they were never identified. So Tom
was safer for the moment than he
supposed. Meanwhile he had become a sort of hero among his degraded fel
lows. Not the most popular sort, how
ever, for enthusiasm is difficult In
heavy fetters. Besides, he never tried
to be popular.
He might have been after knocking
down the scourger. The man was a
convict himself, who received 1 shilling
0 pence a day for his unnatural serv
ices. It was the butcher over again,
only this caitiff had eighty others al
ways there to loathe him, and every
hand could have shaken Tom's for that well aimed blow, but the very next day
they discovered he would as soon turn
on them as on their common enemy. The Incident brought to light an in
reresnng tact, ana it nappenea on
Tom's third Sunday in the stockade,
About half the gang were incarcerated
In the common mess shed, idling, yarn
Ing, cursing and proceeding as fast as
possible with that mutual corruption which was the chief fruit of this particular branch of secondary punishment Tom was of the number, a conspicuous unit It was the dawn of his prominence. He was in one of those good tempers alluded to already.
Everybody was listening. Those who could laugh still laughed now, and if
he had a guardian angel, surely, surely she must have been weeping then more
bitterly than when he fought for the bushrangers at Castle Sullivan and
put a bullet through a trooper's arm.
Suddenly something, an association.
a reminiscence, a forgotten picture, made him want to weep himself. He
was past that, however, and went back into the sulks instead. A new di
version being required, one was pro
vided by the discovery of a young con
vict a mere lad, writing a letter in a
dark corner on the floor. On being detected the lad first blushed and then
offered to read them what he had writ
ten, whereupon he opened his lips and
a ribald stream poured forth, but me
andered. slackened, faltered and was
soon cut short
"He's making it up as he goes along," cried several. "He never wrote that at
a If
"We'll see what he did write," said
one who was at hand, cuffing the lad
and snatching the unfinished letter.
With a cry and an uncouth chime from his Irons, the young convict at
tempted to retain his property. It tore
In his hand, and a dozen more held him down while the possessor dragged his chains oc to one of the long, rude tables and 6tood up to read the letter
la a silence broken only by the pro
tests of the wretched writer.
My ever dear mother and father. "
the brute brawled out "'I received
your kind and welcome letter on the 31st of January, and happy was I to read the delightful letter which I received from you that day. Ahem! Can't he pitch it in? Oh, how 'appy
am to 'ear that you are so comfort-
Ke ti . Uiiu luany at tended to the last sentences. The lad's unavailing protests had eaded ia veritable v.alllng anJ gnashing of teethIt was tills that bad aroused Torn from his lotharry. end he also was now upon tfce table, clanking down the length of it to where the reader
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If In need of a nog, sheep or cattle
dipping tank, write before buying to
the National Medical Co Sheldon, Ia.
Artificial gas, tie
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th Century fuel,
10-tf
Marion Thomas' Illness.
Marion Thomas, 103 North Thir
teenth street is dangerously ill with
heart trouble, but is reported as being
somewhat Improved.
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EXCURSIONS TO
JAMESTOWN EXPOSITION.
Norfolk, Va.
Daily until November30.
Low Fai-e Coach Excursins every
Tuesday. Choice of a lumber of
attractive routes.
LOS ANGE
June 10 to 14 Eclectic Medical As
sociation, good going one route, re
turning another.
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6, 17, 20, 21
eral Assembly.
IC CITY.
1 o JuncfS American Medi-
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READ AND YOU WML LEARN That the leadiug medical writers and tachers of .ail vhe several schools of f r&ctioe endorse and recommend. In tha tr3Et term txs$ib!e. each and every Ingredient entr!k into the composition oi lr. Pierce' Gtiluen Medical Discovery far tie cur of wek stomach, dyspeiiaia. catarrh of siomacb, "liver complaint, torpid liver, or biliousness, chronic bowel aJJeftions, and all catarrhal diseases of whatever region, name or nature. It is also a spec! tie remedy for all such chronic or long siJiDoir.jr cases of catarrhal aJTect'en and their resultants, as bronchial, throat and lur? diseases (except consumttioniaccompanied with severe coughs. It Is noi so trood for acute colds and cough.
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C, C. & L R. R. (Effective April 7th. 1907.) EASTBOUND. No.l No.3 No.31 No. 3-5 a.m. p.m. a.m. p.m. Chicago. dS:35 9:30 88:35 3:30 Peru 12:50 2:05 4:40 6:00
WHAM
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Lv. Marion.... 1:44 Lv. Muncie .. 2:41
Lv. Richrn'd.. 4 05 Ar. Cin'tl 6:33
p.m.
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Lr. Richrn'd.
Lr. Muncie..
Lr. Marion Lr. Peru .
z:d oiji t:va 3:57 6:40 8:10 5:15 8:05 9:35
7:30 10:25 a.m. p.m.
WESTBOUND. JCo.2 Ko.4 No. 3 2 No.6-4 a.m. p.m. aja.
dS:40 3:00 e8;40 p.m. 10:53 11:22 10:53 6:30 12:17 12:45 12:17 8:00
.. 1:19 1:4! 1:19 9:00
.. 2:25
2:45 2:25 10:00
Arr. Chicago
6:40 7:00 9:20 7:00
p.m. a.m. p.m. a.m. Daily. d-Daily Except Sunday.
s-Sunday Only.
Through Vestibuled Trains between
Chicago and Cincinnati over our own
rails. Double daily service. Through Sleepers on trains Nos. 3 and 4 be
tween Chicago and Cincinnati. Local Bleeper between Muncie, Marion, Pe
ru and Chicago, handled In trains Nos.
and 6, between Muneie and Peru,
thence trains Nos. 3 and 4. between
eru and Chicago. For schedules, rates and further
information call on 'or write.
:C. A. BLAIR P. & T. A., Richrnoad, InrL.
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