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TEE MANIAC) MINER.
“Won’t you take me down with you
to-day, please?”
“Take you down ?”
Bruce Malcolm looked at the delicate
figure, sweet face and dainty garments
of the girl who had addressed him, in
astonishment, and then at his muscular
frame, clad in a coarse, red flannel shirt,
heavy pants, and long, thick solid boots.
The contrast almost made him smile. A
single grasp of his iron hand would have
crushed her as easily as a butterfly ; and
the one who descended the deep shaft,
braved the tire-damps, and threaded the
intricate underground passages, of the
mine, must have both nerve and sinew,
and great power of
the work of daring men, not shrinking
girlhood.
Bruce Malcolm was a gentleman as
well by nature as education. The posi
tion he held as superintendent was a re
sponsible one. The safety of all de
pended npon his care and forethought,
and he had never yet permitted any to
thrust themselves into danger. How,
then, could he do so by the girl whose
father had placed her under his especial
charge while he was absent upon a brief
voyage of exploration up the coast.
“Certainly, Mr. Malcolm. Take me
down ; I want to go very, very much.
I have heai dso often of the wonders—
have seen so many of the specimens that
have been brought up, I am determined
to examine for myself.”
“I would be happy to gratify your
wish, Miss Whiting, but you do not re
alize tbe danger ; and how could I meet
your father if anything should happen
to his motherless child ?”
“Oh ! there can be no great clanger.
Do you not go and return safely every
day ?”
“Y"es, I have done so; but who can
tell when I mty make my last trip ? I
beg of you, Miss Blanche, to postpone
this visit until your father’s return With
his consent, I will gratify you."
“But he will not be back for some
days, then he will be in a hurry to get
home. My summer vacation is almost
ended, ond I shall soon have to to re
turn to the confinement of school, and
how the girls will laugh if I go back
without having seen anything of mining
operations. Do, Mr. Malcolm, take me
with you. You cannot imagine what a
great favor it will be.”
He stood with folded arms, with his
eyes intently fixed upon her face, bud
ding into rare beauty—the soft, waving"
gold brown hair ; the liquid, hazel eyes ;
and the lips like a half-blown carnation
freshly dipped in dew—but his thoughts
were elsewhere. The image of the gfrl
was indelibly photographing itself upon
his heart without any knowledge on his
part; but his mind was hastily running
over the danger of the deseeut of the
shaft drift; was calculating, as he had
never done before, the chances of acci
dents, of premature explosion of blasts,
the unexpected falling of rocks, the gath
ering of various gases, and the thous
and and one other tbii gs that render
the life of a miner perilous under the
circumstances.
But his constant attention and skill
had guarded against most of these
things—had robbed them of their ter
rors—and he wavered* as he looked upon
the beautiful and pleading face uj turned
to his, own ; aud still more so wdien the
soft hand was laid gently on his arm, and
the sweet voice asked again, “Will you
not take me, please, Mr. Malcom ?”
“I do not know liow to answer,” he re
plied, shaking bis head doubtfully.
“What is there to fear with you ?”
That direct appeal to his manhood
settled the question. How could he re
fuse when she trusted so implicitly his
strngth and courage ? It was flattering
to liis pride, and Bruce Malcolm was par
ticularly sensitive to such things. He
was an oak that would lovingly accept
the twining dependence of the ivy, and
glory in t e might of his arms to de
fend.
“Yes,” he said, with his honest, manly
face gleaming with satisfaction—“yes,
Miss Blanche, you may go with me; and
while I am seeing that everything is in
order for our descent, you go aud pre
pare yourself. You will have no diffi
culty in procuring suitable attire from
some of the women; and please to re
member it is rough work, and not a holi
day picnic, we are going on.”
He turned away from the house to the
main shaft, and examined the windlass,
the rope, to see that it was not frayed,
the iron upon the bucket with great
minuteness—made the most particular
inquiries concerning the stale of affairs
below—what work was doing—whether
or no the pumping engines were steadi
ly doing their work—the wind-saiis all
drawing, and if there were any blasts
charged.
“Then you think there not the slight
est possible danger?” he said to the man
that was next to him in authority.
“Not the slightest, sir. The mine was
never as safe since I camte in it.”
“Why I want particularly to know is
that our young lady is determined to vis
it it, and I have foolishly consented to
take her.”
“She will be 'as safe as in her own fa
ther’s house. But I "•dll go below and
see that all right.”
“Do so. By the way, how is Rob ? Is
he any better?”
“No, sir ; and I much doubt if he will
ever be. But he is as well as could be
expected.”
“Poor fellow ! It is hard for so young
and strong a man to be bereft of his rea
son. Yon keep him well watched ?”
ELBERTON GEORGIA, DfiC’R I. 1875.
“Constantly, sir. There is not the
slightest chanee for him to escape. But
he has been much more quiet for the last
twenty four hours. The fever has left
him, and he is very weak.”
The man stepped into the bucket, and
began slowly lowering himself, Malcolm
watching to see that the check upon the
motion of the windless operated with
perfect power—that its progress could
be stopped with certainty at any instant.
Upon this, more than any other thing,
their safety depended ; and, having sat
isfied himself that all was right, he re
traced his steps.
Blanche Whiting was waiting anx
j iously for him, but he scarcely recog
j nised the figure standing at the door,
j she looked so girlish. All of fashiona
I ble attire had been exchanged for the
j coarse skirts and jacket and straw hat
! usually worn by tbe miners’ children.
| Her golden brown, waywardly curling
; hair had been plaited, and was coiled
I around her head, giving a clear view of
the beautiful contour of her face, flushed
with expectation, and large eyes lighted
with happiness.
“Are you ready, Mr. Malcolm?”
From that moment, as she flashed
j upon him, dazzling in her loveliness,
i Bruce Malcolm felt that all his future
j peace of mind lay in her keeping, and
his fate hung upon a single word from
her lips.
j “Ye -, Miss Blanche.”
He led the way more like one in a
| maze than gifted with a strong mind to
the shaft. The bucket had been reeled
up and was waiting. He lifted the girl
in; instructed her how to stand and
hold; warned her not to look down;
took his place beside her and they be
gan the descent.
The shaft was deep —fully two hun
! dred feet from tire surface to the bot
tom—narrow, and cut through the solid
rock; and now and then as they touched
some projecting point, and were whirled
around, the girl clung convulsively to
| him, and he saw that her lips were trem
bling and her face bloodless.
But slowly, veiy slowly, they contin
ued their course. All light was shut
out except that which filtered in from
above —a little patch of blue sky and
sunshine scarcely larger than her hand ;
and Blanche Whiting began to bitterly
repent her wish.
“Thera is no real danger,” Malcolm
replied. “We are already half way to
the bottom ; will soon be there.”
m ord
has tried far strong™ than hers
to be thus swinging in darkness, sus
-1 pended by a single rope, which, should
i it part, would send them whirling below,
; to be dashed into a shapeless mass upon
the ragged rocks at the bottom. She
; began to realize the horrors of her situ
ation, and begged to go back.
“It s too late!” he replied sadly. “We
; must go to the bottom first. Then I
| will signal for someone to draw us up.”
To guard against carelessness or ac
| c-ident, he had permitted no one to man
\ the windlass, had taken the check into
his own hands, and now there was no
i thing but to hold on. But there was
I no thought of fear in his heart. He
knew that they were safe, and he thank
ed heaven for it. Yet, even as he was
thinking thus, tne little of light was sud
denly shut out. Had a dark cloud swept
athwart the face of the sun 1 He glanced
upward, and in an instant his ruddy face
became as colorless as marble.
There, leaning over the windlass, was
the maniac miner, with an axe raised in
his hand to cut the rope that sustained
them.
With a mighty effort Malcolm kept
back the exclamation of horror that was
forced to his lips, and eased away the
cheek so as to descend more rapidly.
In that was his only hope. They were
yet seventy feet from the bottom ; a
single blow of the weapon held by the
madman would send them crashing
down ; the bucket would be crushed like
jan egg shell, and they —he dared not
| think ! He tried to shout, but in vain ;
| never was tongue more paralyzed. But
it was not for himself he feared. He
had no thought for his own life. Brain
and heart and muscle were all working,
working for the beautiful girl, and with
more than lightning rapidity fancy pic
tiued her bloody and mangled form.
Y T et still he was cool to act; had not en
tirely lost his self-command; would be
ready to take advantage of the slightest
turn in th: ir favor.
With as much rapidity as he dared, he
permitted the bucket to descend. Too
much speed would hasten the very fate
he stood in dread of. With one arm he
sustained the weight of the shrinking
girl—with the other held the revolutions
of the windlass in chpck. He dared not
look at the face of Blanche; but he for
vently thanked heaven that she knew
nothing of their terrible danger—could
not see his own. If she must die she
was, at least, spared the premonition—
the terrible, lingering anguish that was
worse than death itself ,
He turned his eyes aloft. There stood
the insane man who had been the giant
of the mines—whose strength was equal
to half a dozen others—stood with his
brawny breast heaving like a blacksmith’s
bellows—the muscles of his arms, that
had been wont to make playthings of
the heaviest sledges, standing out from
the shrunken flesh like knotted whip
cords. A wild, fierce light was burning
in his eyes, and froth was blown from
his unshorn lips as he muttered threats.
A quiet, tender hearted man—one afraid
of his own immense power when him
self, but now tlio slave of the fiends of
fever and the demons of insanity—a ra
ging, mindless brute, whose only in
stinct was to kill.
By the marks upon the wall Malcolm
knew the progress of their descent.
There was fifty feet remaining, and he
began to breathe more freely. The mill
stone was beginning to be lifted from
bis heart. In a few minutes more he
would laugh at the power of the madman.
“Forty feet,” he murmured to himself
as they flew past the figures cut into the
rock. “Thirty feet only, thank heaven.”
The mental words had hardly been
formed before they were suddenly
changed—changed in an instant to the
utterings of black despair. B e saw the
axe raised—saw it descend—felt the
shivering of the rope, and then they
were hurled down—down in the dark
ness ! With the tenacity of death he
oiling to the little cord that served the
purpose of a check, as if that would
sustain the double weight. As well
might he have hoped to hold a leviathan
with the thread a child uses to draw min
nows from the shallows by the wayside;
as well anchor the storm-tossed ship
with a strand of the spider’s spinning.
•The bucket had gone crashing to the
bottom, and was shivered to a thousand
splinters. The rope had for a moment
coiled its great length about, him like
some huge serpent, and almost dragged
him down with it. The half fainting girl
was clinging, a dead weight, around his
neck. They were suspended as by a sin
gle hair a score and a half feet above re
lentless doom.
It was as desperate a situation as a man
could be placed in, even if alone: but
with a far dearer life depending upon
him, it was more than terrible. Had the
check rope been any size, lie might have
slid down ; but it was so small that it
cut his hand—he could use but one, for
he dared not remove the other from
around the form of the girl -and the
blood began to trickle down upon his
face.
“Miss Whiting—Blanche,” he whis
pered in a hoarse ncl strained voice,
“can you sustain yourself? If you can
I think I can yet save you.”
No answer came from the rigid lips ;
there was no intelligence in the staring
eyes; her head drooped heavily upon
his shoulder, and her form was limp and
nerveless.
{My God !” he exclaimed, shaken to
the very centre of his being. “My God !
shA'-is already dead, and—l—l—have
; y. ——
A hundred times more quickly than
the telling all this had passed. The slen
der cordo were untwisting, and the
strans were parting. Bruce Malcolm
braced himself for the last desperate ef
fort. With bands and feet he was de
termined to strike the sides of the shaft
and break the force of the fall as ranch
as possible. A swift prayer passed his
lips, then the frail rope snapped, and
swifter than a rocket’s flight i e sped
down. There was no time to cry for
j mercy—none scarcely for thought. He
j wound his Arms still more closely around
j his dear burden—raised her as high as
| possible, so as to receive the full force
;of the blow himself. He knew it was
| like throwing himself under a lightning-
I speeding train of cars for the sake of
j another—knew that he would be crushed
into a formless mass ; but she would
iiave a chance of escape, and he shrunk
not from it.
| There was a dull, heavy crash, and then
1 all was silence. Two human beings—a
! strong mau and a delicate girl—had fall
! en thirty feet upon rocks as hard as iron,
| and lay there in the darkness, unhee l
! ing the anxious faces that had gathered
round them in the torches’ glare—red
shirted, toil blackened men, with tearful
eyes and convusively-working lips ; un
heeding that they were tenderly carried
to another shaft and transported to the
surface of the earth—unheeding the
physician that was instantly summoned
—the gentleness of woman’s care, and
even the savage howl of the insane man
who had been the cause of ail, as he was
secured, deprived of his fearful weapon,
and taken back to the bed from which
he had escaped, never to leave it again
save for the coffin and the shroud.
But he had made a desperate effort to
take life—if indeed he knew what he
was doing—and, in one case at least,
was nearly successful. By the self sac
rifice of Malcolm, the girl had escaped
with little injury. His strong arms had
upheld her to the very last—had himself
received the full force of the terrible fall;
and even when he could sustain her no
more his body had been her shield, and
the rough but warm .hearted miners
had found her pillowed upon his manly
bad gathered to give her a
joyous welcome, and proudly show the
result of their labors, and had found
two almost corpses.
In a short time Blanche Whiting had
recovered from her terrible fright, and
save for her sympathy for, and gratitude
to, her preserver, was well again. She
i sat daily and nightly by the bed where
he lay with a broken arm and leg and
badly bruised form, and when her father
talked of leaviug would not listen to him.
The soul of the woman had outgrown
that of the girlish form—for from grati
tude to love is but one short step. She
had proved the strength, the devotion,
the more than human self-abnegation of
Bruce Malcom, and she clung to him de
spite of all obstacles.
The currenlwas drifting far too strong
for her father to have opposed it. had
he attempted so to do, which he wisely
did not, and a few days later Malcolm
and Blanche descended the shaft, and
Vol. IV.-No. 31.
the miners drank his health and that of
his bonny bride, telling, when they had
departed, to the new workmen the fear
ful story of the maniac miner.
THE GOOD TIME COMING.
A NEW STAR IN THE EAST.
The Warren Avenue Baptist Church,
of Boston, one hundred and twenty lire
years old, has just now ordered to be re
moved from its declaration of faith the
principle that made baptism a pre-re
quisite to communion.
We give thanks to the great Head of
the Church for this act of common sense
and Scriptural duty. It illustrates the
power and progress of divine truth, and
encourages the friends of God to pre
serve in their efforts to overcome all ob
stacles in the way of visible union among
all who are one in the love and service
of the same Saviour. The Millennium is
nearer than we believed.
The qutston so happily decided by the
venerable Baptist Church in Boston is
not one that concerns any essential
principle of the Baptist denomination.
If it were so, we would not discuss it,
for we hold that each evangelical de
nomination may have its own peculiari
ties of faith and order, without dis
turbing tbe unity of life and co-operation
of tbe whole number. This is the car
dinal point in the Evangelical Alliance :
Unity only in those things that are
essential to Christion life. This point,
now settled in Boston, does not touch
the question of Infant Baptism, or of
Baptism by Immersion. In other words,
it does not concern the Mode or the
Subjects of Baptism. These questions
remain for discussion among those who
consider them important to the purity
and growth of the Church. We remit
those topics to the learned exegetics
who have time and ability to examine
the historical argument. This is a
question between Baptists and other
denominations ; it is a question between
the members of that one denomination;
they who are outside ox it have in the
question this common interest, that the
religious liberty of all Christans is dear
to them, snd they wish that no barrier
which Christ has not set up may ever be
interposed by men to hinder the com
munion of saints in his body and blood.
It is this yearning after liberty and
union that makes the progress of this
commuuiou question so intensely inteu-'
eating to the Church at large.
Tf !i kabwnThat
tist Churches of this country were nut
founded on this principle of close com
munion. It is equally well known that
the Baptist Churches of England are nut
now built upon this principle. All the
Christian world knows that ihe greatest
fights of the Baptist Churches, in the
last century and in this, rejoice, in shin
ing for all, and with all who are in the
fellowship of the Head, even Christ the
Lord. It is also well known to many
that some of the most learned and excel
lent men of the age, in this country, are
longing unpeakably for the adoption of
some common ground on which they
may meet their brethren in Christ in the
holy communion withoul compromising
their principles of Church order.
Ihe action ol the Boston Baptists
solves the problem, removes the obsta
cle, sacrifices no Scriptural principle,
unites the Church with the great family
around the Master’s table, and breaks
down the last wall of separation between
them and the members of Christ whose
names arc not written on the church
rolls in Warren Avenue, but are written
legibly in the Lamb's Book of Life.
[New York Observer.
„<;►.
MAGRUDER’S COAL
Mrs. Magruder’s baby is carried out
by the nurse now, since the accident to
its carnage. Magrudtr thought it
would be a good idea to have a tame goat
to pull at the coach, and he bought one
for that purpose; but one day the goat
met another goat that differed from
him in politics or religion, and each un
dertook to convince the other by jam
ming him in the skuil. Every time Ma
gruder’s goat would rear up preparatory
to making a lurch over backward, aad
when Magruder’s goat struck the other
goat the concussion would shake the
milk in the baby’s stomach into butter.
And sometimes the other goat would
aim at Magruder’s goat which would
dodge, and then the other goat would
plunge headforemost into the coach and
smash the baby up in the most frightful
manner. And in the midst of the con
test a couple of dogs joined in, and Ma
gruder’s dog backed off and tilted the
coach into the gutter, and the dogs,
biting around kind of generally would
snap at the goat and cause it to whirl
around just in time for the bite, until
at last the goat got disheartened and
sprung through the fence leaviug the
coach on the other side, and it struggled
frantically to escape, while the other
goat crowded up against the baby in
order to avoid the dogs, and finally
knocked the baby out, and butted the
coaeh to splinters. They say the way
Mrs. Magruder eyed Magruder tiiat
afternoon, when they brought Hie baby
home mutilated and disheveled was sim
ply awful to behold; but slio didn’t
speak to him for a week, and he had to
soften her down by buying her an os
trich feather for her winter hat. The
goat is still at large. Anybody who
wants him can have him free of charge.
Magruder does’t recognize the animal
when he meets him upon the street.
[Max Adelor.
AMERICAN GENIDS.-MOODY AND SAN
KEY.
The great revivalists, Messrs. Moody
and Saukey, who electrified staid old
England with their eloquence and en
thusiasm, are fair samples of American
genius. Springing from among the
common people, their sympathies are
j alive to the wants of the whole people,
I and herein lies the secret of their great
success. Those who seek to be popular
| must study and be familiar with tiie
, wants of the masses, and prove loyal
! thereto. To this fact we may trace the
: grand success in business, as well as in
religions undertakings, which many have
achieved. Strikingly illustrative of tneso
BU 6& eß tions is that gie.it establishment*
i located at Buffalo, N. Y, and known aa
j the “World's Dispensary,”—a moat ap
: propriate name, indeed, for that vast in
i btilution within whose walls are manu
j factored remedies which arc in demand
! in every quarter of the globe, and at
i which a corps of distiguished physicians
and surgeons, under direc
i tion of Dr. Pierce, are contsantly admin
sitering to the needs of thousand of suf
fevers everywhere, and whose success in
I the treatment of all forms of chronic ail
ments has become so well known that
there is scarcely a hamlet in the land in
which his name is not familiar. Its pro
prietor, says the Herald and Torchlight,
of Detroit, “is a man jf the people,
writes for them, and to them tenders his
eminent professional services." His ad
vertisements are earnest exhortations.
Like the great revivalists, enthusiasm is
multiplied by the unparellelod success of
his enterprise as well by the efficacy of Ins
remedies because, as the New York Tri
bune says, “he sympathizes with them
in all their afflictions, efforts, and attain
ments.” Hence, Dr. Pierce’s Golden
Medical Discovery is to-day employed aa
a blood and liver medicine, and also as a
cough remedy, than any other remedial
agent in the w-orld. His Favorite Pre
scription, he does not recoinmen 1 as a
“cureall,” as is so often done by com
pouudevs of worthless, humbug nos
trums, but for all diseases and weak
nesses peculiar to women it has proved
itself so much of a specific that it now
enjoys great popularity and universal
confidence. Dr. Pierce’s Pleasant Pur
gative Pellets, “scarcely larger than
mustard seed,” have proved so agreea
ble and reliable as a cathartic that they
are rapidly taking the place of the large,
nauseous pills heretofore so much in
use; while his Compound Extract of
Smart Weed is a favorite remedy for
Colic, Cramps, Summer-complaiuts, Di
arrhoea, Dysentery, Cholera and Cholera
Morbus, and also as a liniment. Of Dr.
Sage’s Catarrh Remedy, and Dr. Pierce’s
Nasal Douche, little need be said, as they
are known everywhere as greatest speci
tics for Catarrh and “cold in the head,”
ever given to the public. And besides
this large measure of success, Dr. Pierce
seems likely to achieve as great renown,
as an author as he has as a physician.
His Common Senso Medical Adviser, a
book of about UOO pages, which he sells
at the unparalle]ed low prieo of $1.50,
haS alreadyn4en sold to the extent of
exhausting two editions amounting to
forty thousand copies. The secret of
Dr. Pierce’s success, as well as that of
the great revivalists, and scores of other
Americans, who by their genius have ad
vanced step by step from obscurity to
affluence and distinction, consists in
treating the people with consideration,
sympathy, candor, and honesty. No man,
who hopes to attain either wealth or dis
tinction, can afford to deal unfairly with
the world or be indifferent to the wants
and best interests of humanity.
We Must All Die. —This is a sad fact,
and it behooves us to be prepared to die
right when the time comes. Few of us
expect it until old age overtakes admon
ishes us with grey hairs that the time
has arrived when we must dye. Then
we look around to find out the best way.
We will tell you. Use no other dye
than Dr. Tutt’s, and you will dye right.
Your grey hairs will disappear like ma.
gic, and in their places you will have
glossy, black whiskers, moustache and
hair—a perfect imitation of nature or so
natural that it can not be detected, and
your dyeing expenses will be but one
dollar. [del, 2t.
Experience Teaohetii. —We clip the fol
lowing from the Texas New-Yorker
and ask our farmers to cut it out and
put it in some place where they may see
it once a week, or, better, commit it to
memory. It is the advice of and old
man who tilled the soil thirty years:
I am an old man upwards of three
score years, during two-scores of which
I have been a tiller of the soil. I cannot
say that I am rich now, hut I have been
rich, and have all I need; do not owe a
dollar; have given my children a good
education, and when I am called away
will leave them enough to keep the wolf
away from the door. My experience has
taught me that:
1. One acre of land, well prepared and
manured, and well cultivated, produces
more than two acres which receive only
the same amount of manure and labor
used on one.
2. One cow, horse, mule, sheep or
hog, well fed, is more profitable than
two kept on the same amount of food
necessary to keep one well.
3. One acre of clover or grass is worth
more than two acres of cotton where no
grass or clover is raised.
4 No farmer who buys oats, corn,
wheat, fodder and hay, as a rule, for ten
years can keep the sheriff from the door
in the end.
A Toccoa correspondent of the Union
& Recorder writ is that the Whitehead
family, of Toccoa mountain, beat all cre
ation for throwing physic to the dogs
He says: “Mrs Whitehead is 96; lias
raised twelvo children, has 36 grand
children, and for no member of her own
or children’s families has a physician yet
been summoned. And lam told the old
lady herself never had a doctor to ste
her.”
We knew it. Some man has sai I that
ho didn’t believe the fox-hog taie Oh,
human nature, how suspicious art thou r
