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A REMARKABLE INTERVIEW.
It was November in Paris.
The proverbial gloominess, however,
was
entirely lacking in the estimation
of Colonel Hercules Hoffman as he
looked down on the gay and crowded
boulevard from his apartment in the
Hotel Bristol.
Colonel Hoffman was aNew Yorker,
a man of wealth, position and promi
nence, and in spite of the seduotive at
tractions of the French capital he was
congratulating himself on the comple
tion of the business that had taken him
abroad and the prospects of a speedy
return Home.
In Paris Colonel Hoffman was an at
om, a mite in New York he was—
somebody.
He turned from the window and
strolled softly across the room.'
A faint smile hovered on his features
as a huge mirror brought him face tc
face with his own reflection.
What he saw was a tall, finely formed
man, with a pleasing face, becomingly
adorned with a light mustache and
(English side whiskers.
As the colonel turned again to the
window a sharp rat-tat-tat echoed on
the panels of the door, and a servant en
tered, with a card on a silver salver.
"A gentleman for monsieur he waits
below."
Colonel Hoffman raised the card with
his thumb and forefinger and carelessly
read the inscription, "Vladimir Sara
doff, Nevskoi Prospekt, St. Petersburg."
A dusky pallor passed swiftly over
his ruddy features, and the card trem
bled in his fingers.
"Show the gentleman up, "he said
briefly and then muttered under his
breath: "Vladimir Saradoff of all men.
What ill wind brings him here today?"
Warned by approaching footsteps, he
hastily composed his features.
A moment later the door was thrown
open, and Vladimir Saradoff appeared
in person.
The Russian was atypical representa
tive of his race.
Huge of stature, yet graceful in ev
ery movement, his patrician bearing
and aristocratic features awoke Colonel
Hoffman's deepest admiration. His hail
was coal black, and his mustache and
beard were trimmed and pointed in
French fashion.
A huge cloak, richly trimmed with
fur, was thrown loosely over his shoul
ders, and he held a cap of the same ma
terial in his hand. He glanced sharply
at the colonel under his gold eyeglass.
"Colonel Hoffman of New York, 1
believe," he said in perfect English,
and then the two gentlemen shook hands.
The Russian tossed aside his coat and
cap and took the chair that his host
handed him.
Colonel Hoffman seated himself op
posite, and then ensued a brief, embar
rassing silence.
An attentive observer would have
promptly concluded that the interview
about to take place would be no friend
ly one.
The Russian's features were stern,
and his eyes were fixed on the Ameri
can with an intensity of gaze that made
Colonel Hoffman ill at ease.
He shuffled to and fro in his chair,
glanced from one part of the room to
the other, and at last in desperation
drew out a cigar and, lighting it, began
to smoke furiously.
A faint smile flitted across Vladimir
Saradoff's features.
"Pardon my intrusion," he said ab
ruptly. "By mere chance I became
aware of your presence in Paris and
have thus spared myself the fatigue of
a voyage across the Atlantic. I presume
I am not mistaken. You are the guard
ian of my—my nephew, Maurice Ham
mond, the son of my dead sister?"
Colonel Hoffman inclined his head.
"Yes, I am."
"Where is the boy now?" asked the
Russian.
"Traveling in the western states of
America with a college mate."
When does he oome of age?"
'In a little rnorq than two years. He
will be 19 in December."
Vladimir Saradoff leaned forward in
his chair.
"By my sister's will," he said slow
ly, "all her property was left to her
husband, in trust for their only child
Maurice. In case the boy died unmar
ried the whole of the property reverted
to me. Am I right?"
"Yes, precisely right."
"Now," continued the Russian in
soft tones, "on the death of Frederick
Hammond ten years ago you were ap
pointed guardian of the boy. May ask
'what is the extent of the property in
trusted to your care?"
Behind the curling cigar smoke Colo
nel Hoffman paled visibly.
The Russian watched him closely.
"In rough figures," he said, with as
sumed carelessness, "the estate would
possibly amount to $200,000."
"Very good," replied Vladimir Sara
doff. "Your memory is not bad. I have
here," he continued, pulling a small
notebook from his inner pocket, "a
copy of the inventory which you filed
as guardian. The estate consists of ne
gotiable bonds and stocks to the amount
of $210,000, in Russian money 400,000
rubles.
"Now, M. Hoffman," he added with
a sudden change of voice, "what did
•you do with the malachite box of jew
^els8"
Had a bombshell exploded in the
apartment thai instant it opuld not
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have produced a more startling effect
upon Colonel Hoffman.
Trembling in *very limb, he
back in his chair.
The Russia looked on calmly,
ait still," he added sharply as the
colonel made a feeble effort to rise,
"and don't attempt to deny your guilt.
It is useless. I am in possession of all
the facts. I knew of the existence of
those jewels and of my sister's inten
tion to leave them to her son. I pro
cured a copy of your inventory on the
death of Frederick Hammond. The jew
els were not included. The rest was
simple. Ten years ago you were a man
of moderate circumstances. Today, en
riched by those stolen jewels, you area
man of wealth and renown. Relying on
the fact that the boy knew nothing of
them, you hoped to escape detection."
Colonel Hoffman rose and staggered
to the table.
"Spare me!" he whispered. "Spare
me! I will make restitution, I will"
"Sit down," commanded the Rus
sian. "I know all, even where the
stones were disposed of, and what be
came of the malachite box. They were
old family jewels, and they netted you
the sum of nearly 200,000 rubles. I pos
sess all the proofs of your guilt."
Colonel Hoffman threw himself into
his chair and buried his face in his
hands.
Yes," continued the Russian, in the
same cutting tones, "I hold in my
hands your reputation, which I am told
stands high in your American city., I
can consign you to a felon's cell."
He paused impressively and then add
ed: "But I have concluded to take no
action. Your secret is safe with me."
Colonel Hoffman rose to his feet in
surprise.
"Do you mean it?" he cried. "Can it
be possible?"
"Be seated," added the Russian, and
the colonel obeyed.
For a moment or two Vladimir Sara
doff surveyed his victim with an inscru
table expression.
When he spoke again, his voice was
unnaturally harsh.
"I will spare you," he said—"on
one condition. In what light does young
Hammond regard me—his unole?"
"Unfavorably, I am sorry to say,"
stammered the colonel, with an effort
"You must be aware"—
"Yes," interrupted the Russian "of
course he believes that I treated his
mother cruelly. His father taught him
that. There was a time when I would
gladly have given 100,000 rubles to lay
my hands on Frederick Hammond.
From the day that Anna Saradoff left
Russia with that vile, scheming Amer
ican ehe ceased to be a sister of mine."
With eyes flashing he waved his
hand, studded with diamonds, before
the colonel's countenance. Then his an
ger suddenly passed off, and his face
assumed a crafty expression.
"M. Hoffman," he said abruptly,
"do you know Jftiave taken a fancy to
that young nephew of mine? I did not
forgive my sister, it is true, but I still
think of her tenderly, and perhaps this
boy resembles her. At all events, I
"Sit dovm!" commanded the Russian.
would like to see him. I would have
him visit me. Now this is what you
must do: Give him to understand that
I am not the savjf^e he has been taught
to believe me. Tell him that you have
seen me, that I spoke tenderly of his
mother, of his father, that I am lonely
amid the grandeur of my Russian home,
and that I want him, for his mother's
sake, to come to St. Petersburg. Do you
understand?"
Vladimir Saradoff leaned forward on
his chair and stared coolly in the face
of the American.
Colonel Hoffman breathed hard and
fast.
"Yes," said he, "I understand." And
the double meaning of his reply was
obvious to the Russian. Their eyes met,
each conscious that the innermost secret
of his soul stood revealed to the gaze of
the other.
"Suppose I refuse?" remarked the
jcolonel finally.
"Do so at your peril," said the other.
"I will pursue you to the very limits of
tthe law. I will hunt you to a felon's
oelL"
A period of silence followed.
Colonel Hoffman rose and walked to
|the window. The Russian drew a ciga
jretfce case from his pocket and began to
smoke, confident of his victory.
Fearful indeed must have been the
solonel's emotions as he stood looking
vacantly down on the crowded boule
vard. His orime had found him oat
Two alternatives confronted him,
each equaUy lerrihle at first ^contem
plation.
On the one side was long imprison
ment, with loss of fortune, position,
reputation, everything.
On the other was absolute immunity
from punishment, a continued enjoy
ment of his ill gotten wealth without
fear of detection, but to secure these
benefits ho must consent to be the pas
sive actor in a crime so dreadful that
he dared not frame it in words, for
Vladimir Saradoff's demand admitted
no misconstruction.
Ten minutes passed in silence, and
then Colonel Hoffman moved hack to
his chair.
Every spark of color had fled from
his face, and in its stead was only an
ashen pallor.
"I am at your mercy," he groaned.
"I must consent to your infamous prop
osition. You still refuse to allow me to
make restitution?"
"Absolutely," replied Vladimir Sara
doff. "You know my terms. You know
also what you are expected to do. You
will have no difficulty. Suggest to the
lad that he take a continental tour be
fore settling down. Let him start early
in the spring and see that he comes to
St. Petersburg. You have my address.
Keep me posted by cablegram. I will
attend to the rest.
"I intended sailing for America next
week, but I saw your name in Galigna
ni, and thus spared myself the trouble.
And now, M. Hoffman, I shall bid you
'au revoir.' It pleases me to have made
your acquaintance. We shall meet again,
and should you ever come to St.
Peters­
burg you may be sure of a hearty wel
come."
Smiling pleasantly, the Russian flung
his coat ove» his arm and picked up his
cap.
Slightly touching the colonel's cold,
irresponsive hand, he bowed low in the
doorway and was gone.
Ten days later the New York papers
announced that Colonel Hercules Hoff
man, the well known broker and finan
cier, had returned from a short trip
abroad.
CHAPTER II.
ACROSS THE FRONTIER.
On a certain March morning of the
year following the events related in the
preceding chapter two young Americans
left the office of the Russian consul
general at Berlin, and an hour later
were speeding as fast as steam could
carry them toward the distant frontier
of the Russian empire.
Maurice Hammond and Philip Dan
vers were the names registered on their
passports, and while they are hastening
toward St. Petersburg, enthusiastic and
delighted at the prospect of soon seeing
this frozen capital of the north, we will
take the opportunity of briefly acquaint
ing the reader with the circumstances
necessary to an understanding of the
strange and startling drama upon which
the curtain is even now rising.
Twenty years before Frederick Ham
mond, a young American, an attache of
the United States legation at St. Peters
burg, met and fell in love with Anna
Saradoff, a young Russian girl of
wealth and position.
Such marriages are uncommon, but
when Frederick Hammond returned to
New York he took with him a Russian
bride.
Anna Saradoff's only relative was her
brother Vladimir, who, having other
views for his sister, conceived a most
intense hatred of this scheming Amer
ican, as he chose to call him.
He never forgave his sister and pro
fessed from that time to regard her as
one dead.
Mrs. Hammond in turn, well content
with her husband's love, cut off all con
nection with her native land. Her Rus
sian property was converted into Amer
ican securities, and without a shadow
of regret for the brilliance and magnifi
cence she had voluntarily abandoned
she entered upon the quieter occupa
tions of her new life.
Five years later she died, leaving the
one child, Maurice, at that0 time 4
years of age.
Six years later Frederick Hammond
followed his Wife, but in the meantime,
imbittered by her loss, he taught his
son to detest his Russian uncle, whose
cruel treatment had probably hastened
his sister's death.
Frederick Hammond had few inti
mate friends. To one of these, Colonel
Hercules Hoffman, he intrusted the care
of his son and his son's fortune.
Colonel Hoffman was at that time a
man of honesty and integrity, honest
because as yet he had not been tempt
ed. That temptation came later in the
form of the malachite box of jewels,
and how Colonel Hoffman resisted a
base temptation we have already seen.
Maurice Hammond can be described
in a few words.
He had inherited the ardent temper
ament of his mother, his father's intel
lect and good looks.
At 19 he was tall, athletic, blond
haired and ruddy cheeked. His life had
been passed at preparatory schools and
colleges, while in the vacations he usu
ally traveled, for Colonel Hoffman was
unmarried, and, moreover, a coolness,
fostered probably by instinct, existed
between guardian and ward.
When Colonel Hoffman returned from
that trip abroad, Maurice was traveling
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in the west with his intimate friend
and college chum, Philip Danvers.
For several months Colonel Hoffman
was the most wretched man in New
York.
That diplomatic interview at the Ho
tel Bristol, which has been described
word for word, possessed a sinister
jmeaning that he could not fail to inter
pret.
He never dared admit to himself that
his suspicions were correct, but con
stantly before his mental vision hung
that clause in the forgiving Ann^ Ham
mond's will.
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'In case my son Maurice
Hie unmarried, the estate shall revert to
say brother, Vlkdimir Saradoff of St
'Petersburg."
The first sin ofttimes paves a smooth
pathway for the second.
What was the welfare of his ward
compared to his own interests, his far-
tune, his position, his reputation?
In January Maurice Hammond came
east with his friend and himself pro
posed a six months' continental tour.
The two boys having finished col
lege, what was more natural than that
they ^should wish to see the world?
Colonel Hoffman gladly acquiesced.
With infinite finesse he pictured Uncle
Vladimir as sorrowful, repentant, anx
ious to see his nephew for hi« sister's
sake.
He cabled to St Petersburg.
Three weeks later a letter came to
Maurice Hammond, a warm invitation
to visit the Russian capital before the
approach of summer made it unpleas
ant.
The tempting prospects that the let
ter held out proved irresistible.
The two boys sailed from New York
late in February and, contesting them
selves with a brief stay in London and
Paris, traveled by easy stages across the
continent
Vladimir Saradoff, at the time this
story opens, had reached the age of 45
years.
The last member of an old and re
nowned Russian family, his brilliant
birth, his political influence, and above
all the favor of the czar, gave him a
prestige at court and in St. Petersburg
society that was surpassed by few. His
education, acquired partly at home, part
ly in German universities, was lacking
in nothing, and he possessed a fluent
knowledge of English language and
customs, the result of a diplomatic term
of service at the Russian legation at
London. In disposition he was crafty
and revengeful.
His sister's marriage had been a se
vere shock to his pride.
He was absent in the Caucasus at the
time it occurred. When he returned, she
had already left Russia, and the venge
ance which he meditated on the dar
ing American was beyond his reach.
The events of the past 20 years—the
death of his sister and her husband and
the fortune left to their child—had on
ly added fuel to the flame of his wrath.
Today he hated Maurice Hammond
as implacably as he had hated Freder
ick Hammond 20 years before.
Let us add one more fact.
Vladimir Saradoff had been all his
life addicted to that especially Russian
vice, gaming.
He was supposed to be wealthy.
He owned a palace on the Nevskoi
Prospekt, a country seat in the north.
His expenses were enormous, but his
income was reported to be fabulous. The
truth was not even suspected. Slowly,
but surely, Vladimir Saradoff's wealth
had been slipping away over the gam
ing tables. A crisis was at hand. He
realized that he must acquire a large
sum of money or lose all that he held
most dear—his prestige at court, his
position in society and his ancestral
heritage. He concentrated his thoughts
on two objects, the attainment of along
deferred vengeance and the acquisition
of the badly needed wealth.
At the vast frontier station of Wir
ballen, which they reached at midnight,
cold and hungry, the boys obtained
their first view of Russian life. Pass
ports and baggage were overhauled, and
then they were turned into the dreary
waiting room with many other passen
gers.
There was little time for scrutiny or
observation.
The Russian train rattled into the
station, and almcst before they knew
it their passports, properly stamped, had
been pressed into their hands, and the
train was rattling noisily on into the
night.
They were speeding over Russian soil
now. Before them stretched the domin
ions of the czar, an empire that reaohed
thousands and thousands of miles across
Siberian wastes and deserts to the far
away Pacific coast.
Hour after hour the train rushed
through the gloomy snow clad country,
stopping at intervals at huge barnlike
stations, and at last, late on the fol
lowing evening, they knew that the end
of the journey was near.
"I wonder what Eort of a reception
this aristocratic uncle of yours will give
me, Maurice?" said Phil Danvers as
he pulled a cap over his curly black
hair and unfolded his big fur trimmed
coat preparatory to putting it on.
"Don't you think it was a rather
cheeky performance to invite a guest on
your own responsibility?"
"Don't talk nonsense, Phil," replied
his companion. 'He will be only too
glad to receive a friend of mine. He
had plenty of notice. I wrote to him
from London, and then you know we
telegraphed him from Berlin yesterday
morning."
"Petersburg!" shouts the smartly
uniformed conductor, and in an instant
all is bustle and commotion as the train
rolls into the vast station.
Maurice draws a long breath as he
hurries from the car.
This is hip mother's native city—the
lovely, delicate woman whom he re
membered so faintly.
A tall man in heavy cloak and as
trakhan cap suddenly confronts him.
"M. Hammond?" he says inquiring
ly in plain English.
Maurice nods his head, not knowing
whether to hold out his hand or not
The next word reassures him.
"The carriage waits," says the man,
with a servile bow,. and taking the
boys' luggage he motions them to fol
low him through, the crowd.
A huge sleigh is waiting. The boys
and their strange guide occupy the spa
jtious
seat and pull the rugs closely
around them.
The driver perched in front seizes the
lines, and presently they are gliding
through the streets of St. Petersburg.
Alight fall of snow is coming down,
and in the lamplight the houses, the
ople and the vehicles are seen as
rough a yellow fog.
I It seems a cheerless reception to the
(two young travelers.
Not a word is spoken during the half
hour's ride., The grim visaged man
with the astrakhan cap sits between
them.
At length the sleigh halts before a
huge palatial building. Their guide
leads {hem up a ~bibad flight A steps,
massive doors are flung open, revealing
a soft light within, and they are usher
ed into a spacious apartment Maurice
has barely time to observe the rich fur
niture, the tapestries, the paintings and
the rugs, when a tall, fine looking gen
tleman in evening dress comes quickly
forward.
"My dear nephew," he exclaims as
he takes him by the hand. "Yes, your
mother's face, her very features. But
how did you endure the long journey?
Yon must be terribly fatigued."
He extends a warm welcome to Phil,
and presently Maurice concludes that
he was utterly mistaken in his previous
estimation of
Vladimir SnraHnff.
They dined informally in a large
apartment that was a marvel of luxury
with its gilded decorations, and then
Vladimir Saradoff led the way back to
the library.
"My dear Maurice," he began ab
ruptly, 'an unfortunate thing has hap
pened. Urgent business demands my
presence in Moscow. I am compelled to
forego the pleasure of showing you our
city in person. I shall start by an early
train and will be absent two or three
days. What I would suggest to you is
this: Remain here tomorrow and look
around St. Petersburg under Ivan's
guidance. Ivan Tambor is my trusted
servant who met you at the train to
night. He has always accompanied me
and speaks good English. Then on the
following day he will escort you to Mos
cow, and there I shall devote myself to
your pleasure. There is much to be seen
at Moscow."
The boys expressed themselves as de
lighted with this arrangement.
"Meanwhile," continued their host,
"you will find everything here arranged
for your comfort Ivan will see that
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He seized paper and pen and began to
write.
nothing is neglected. And now I ob
serve that you are weary and in need of
rest. Pardon my thoughtlessness."
He rang for a servant, and the boys
were speedily ushered to another floor,
where luxurious bedrooms, not unlike
apartments they had, seen at home,
awaited them.
Vladimir Saradoff, alone in his li
brary, pac^d the floor with an ill con
cealed expression of triumph on his
features.
At last, seating himself at a large
ebonfr desk, he seized paper and pen
and began to write rapidly. The first
letter completed, he sealed and stamp
ed it with colored wax and addressed it
to "Count Paul Brosky, Minister of the
Interior."
He at once resumed his writing, and
on finishing a second letter, half an
hour later, he sealed that in the same
manner and addressed it to "Captain
Sasha, Commandant of the Forwarding
Prison, Moscow."
He pulled a bellcord, and Ivan Tam
bor speedily entered the room.
Vladimir Saradoff handed him the
letters.
"Deliver this one immediately," he
said, designating the letter first writ
ten. "Let the other go by the early
mail. You understand everything,
Ivan?"
"Yes, your excellency," replied the
Russian. 'Nothing shall be forgotten."
And saluting his master he left the
apartment.
Overhead, in the soft, luxurious beds,
the two boys slept calmly, little dream
ing of their host's perfidy, unconscious
of the fatal import of those two letters
that were even now speeding to their
respective destinations.
In Russia deeds are possible that no
other country on the globe would toler
ate.
With his wealth, his standing at
court, his influence with high officials,
what could not Vladimir Saradoff ac
complish if he willed?
In the dark days of Ivan the Terrible
no viler deed was ever conceived than
this aristocratic .Russian so coolly per
netrated that night
(To be continued
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From St. Louis & Kansas City via Mason City,
Passenger||*No. 101, 7:00 a.m.l'No. 103,2:35 p.m.
Freight...I|*No. 195, 5:0Q p.m.|
From St. Paul and Minneapolis:
PassengerIl*No. 2,12:10 p.m.|»No. 4, 8:25 p.m.
Freight. No. 92, 2:30 p.m.I No.: 72,11:80 a.m.
Departs from Austin to Chicago and Milwau
kee via Calmar, Prairie du Chien, Madison and
Milwaukee: and Dubuque and Savanna:
Passenger 11 No. 2,12:35 p.m. |No. 4, 8:35 p.m.
Freight. I |»No. 78, 4:15a.m.|No. 94, 7:15 a.m.
To St. Louis and Kansas City via Mason City.
Passengerl |*No.l02,12:30 p.m.|*No.l04, 8:45 p.m.
Freight...ll»No.l96, .7:45 a.m.l
To St. Paul and Minneapolis:
Passenger |*No. 1, 7:25 a.m.
Freight... No. 91, 6:20 a.m. *1
3, 2:55 p.m,
75, 6:15 p.m.
•No. 73,10:30 a.m.
SOUTHEBN MINNESOTA DIVISION.
Arrives at Austin from Chicago and Milwau
kee via LaCrosse:
Passenger!INo. 1, 4:15a.m.[No. 23,11:55 a.m.
Freight..-IINo. 91, 6:20 p.m.) fNo. 69. 5:30 a.m.
From Jackson, Mankato, Wells and Albert
Lea:
Passengerl [No. 4, 7:40 p.m.lNo. 22,11:45 a.m.
Freight...llNo. 94, 5:30 p.m.)
Departs from Anstin to Chicago and Milwau
kee via LaCrosse:
Passenger] (No. 22,12:40 p.m.[No. 4, 8:00 p.m.
Freight... INo. 92, 6:00 a.m.ltNo. C8, 1:00 a.m.
To Albert Lea, Wells, Mankato and Jackson.:
Passenger No. 1, 7:35 a.m.INo. 23, 3:15 p.m.
Freight...||No. 83, 6:45 a.m.l»No. 63, 7:00 p.m.
tSunday only. All others daily, ex
cept Sunday.
Iowa & Minnesota train No. 75 carries passen
gers to Northfield only.
I. & M. trains Nos. 1 and 4 carry through
sleeper between Anstin and Chicago via Dubu
que. Nos. 102 and 103 carry through sleeper bet
ween Austin and St. Louis via Mason City and
Iowa Central.
Southern Minnesota trains Nos. 22 and 1 carry
through sleeper between Anstin and LaCrosse.
I. Sc M. tram No. 104 has through sleeper via
Mason City to Peoria.
C. W. SNEBE, Agent.
GOING SOUTH.
No. 78 No. 78
Lv Chicago. 10:30 p. m. 6:30 p. m.
Lv Kansas City 6:30 p. m. 10*45 a
Lv Hayfield 11:15 5. m. 5^ m.
Austm 1138 a. m. 6:55 a. m.
Lv Austin 11£8 a. m. 8:00 a.
^^0 p. m. 8:30 a.
ArManly 3.-00 p. m.
GOING NORTH.
No. 75 No. 77
Lv Manly 2:30 p. m.
a*v 8:45a. m. 3:30p. m.
9:10a.m. 4:40p.m.
Lv Haylleld tlfli
a. m.
jo:42 p. m.
Ar Chicago 11:00 p. m. 9:30 a. m.
Ar Kansas City. 7:00 a.m. 8:30p.m.
»t. Joseph 325 a.m. 12:10 p. m.
Hayfield 10:06 a. m. 5:53 p. m.
Ar St Paul... 12:50 p. m. 8:30 a.m.
A'Mu'MVolw. 1:25 p. m. 9:10 a, m.
All Anstin trains daily, except Sunday.
AsTHua COLB, A«ent.