The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1869-08-13

And fancy mid their tracklessepace,
t-a,gi lNe,o Orleans Sunday Times.
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From Ne Galary for Augush]
.t CLrMMERLEY GAP.
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telegraphed TO; Lindenbury:
SWhere is the Lime Lake ,Mail?"
Directly the answer came:
.yome on. All right"
The same words over again. Not q
word Of that train ahead. It was strange;
but we were behind time yet.
$50 ahead!" I called. ''Make up lost
time"
It was twenty seven minutes past 9.
We had nineteen miles Jet to Linden. 1t
was Eve miles to Brentford, the next sta
tion West. r:s
At Brentford I telegraphed again:
"Where is the Lime Lake Mail?"
4 knew the Brentford operator, of
course; his name was John Murray. He
sent of the message, repeating the words
aloud: ~
.Where is the Lime Lake Mail?"
Waiting the reply, asked him:
this side of the Branoh?''
"Not word, No messages West of
here, except to you, since half-after T."
The return message clicked off the
wires. You may be sure watched Muir
rays lips for the words. Again the very
same: 's+." 4" "i'
e.Conse on. Au right" '"'
Not O word more.pt
had no time to wait. We were still O
little behind My duty was to make that
up and obey my orders.
"Give me the slip," said.
I had the other two in my pocket. I
remembered that, end was thankful for
so much. They would clear mo, what
ever happened. But, none the less, 1
was fretted by the thought of that off
time train somehow ahead in the dark.
/ signalled Morris to increase the speed.
I stood by lamp and took out the three
slips of telegraph paper. There was no
mistake. I read each one over carefully.
The words were plain: "All right. Come
on
You say I had no cause for such anxi-
ETY. as 1 describe? that was pretty close
on time; the words of the telegrhms SIM
pie, and such as would naturally occur
in such q case; that the same words
should be repeated was no more strange
than happens every day, You think, 1
exaggerate for effect? say you know
nothing about it. say it. acus strange
that those words were three times repeat
ed: 1t was strange that they should
come at all in answer to my message;
they did not answer my question. Hal
lowell said Clnnnerlane expected to be
after him in half nn hour. By that we
should have met him at Brentford Sta
tion. l say was horribly anxious; ten
times more than I've written down. One
says, was mad to increase the speed,
fearing what did. I tell you did my
duty. / was bound to keep on time and
obey, my orders. They have no right to
taunt me; it was bad enough, without
that I say did my duty. It was only
three miles and half to Hackerby. I
was thankful to hear the whistle at the
last crossroads was in the Office be-
fore the train had stopped.
''Marks."sI cried, .'do you know
where's the down mail?".
"No.nn. ',.go..sIs.s.
Telegraph Lindenbury; quick! Say,
For; Gods sake, where is the Lake
MailE"
thought the answer would never
come L longed and feared to hear it. 1
Here is the slip now, with those same
terrible words:
"AR right. Come on"
AS Marks read those words, broke
out with q curse.
whats the row." he said. "Hold
on. There's more"
dumped at that.
$50 on. QuiokP' "g
'..All right. Come on. Be on your
gudrd!"
I rushed out. Morris was watching.
waved my arm. The train moved on.
It was scant four miles to Garrowsfield,
the last this side of Lindenbury. went
forward and looked out ahead. We were
running pretty fast; thirty five miles to
the hour, I should say. We were mp to
our time at last. We were running
through the Clitheroe Hills, the road
winding up the valley of the Garrow; to
the left the river flowed dark and silent
Now and then you caught a gleam from
the gloomy current; here and there the
sound of its brawling over stony bed
You saw the |. hts Of village, now and
again, twinkling among the looming
hills across the Garrow. Here We crossed
roaring culvert; then, the river run
ming to the right, ran out on the high