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r gjvofe&stonal Cuv&s J. S. BARNETT, ATTORN EY AT RAYV , ELBERTON, GA. JOSEPH V. WORLEY, ATTORNEY AT LAW, ELBERTON, GA. WILL PRACTICE IN THE NORTHERN & Western Circuits. ocl2,tf JOHV T. OSBORN, ATTORNEY AND COUNSELOR AT LAW, ELBERTON, GA. WILL PRACTICE IN SUPERIOR COURTS and Supreme Court. Prompt attention to the collection of claims. nevlV.lj It. W. CLEVELAND, PRACTICAL SURVEYOR IS prepared, with new and improved instru ments, toattend promptly to all business en - trusted to him ORDERS SOLICIT ED [nvl4,4t* THOS. A. CHANDLER, (Clerk Superior Court.) Special attention paid to the COLLECTION OF CLAIMS, THE several parties I now hold claims against will save trouble and expense by settling immediately. nov.24,tf (EUievtdn §u£iue*ssi Cards. J. A. WREN, PHOTOGRAPHIC ARTIST Has located for a short time at DR. EDMUNDS’ GALLERY, ELBERTON. GA. WHERE he is prepared to execute every class of work in his line to the satisfac tion of all who bestow their patronage Confi dent of his ability to please, he. cordially invites a test of his skill, with the guarantee that if he does net pass a critical inspection it need not be taken. mch24.tf. MAKES A SPECIALTY OF Copying & Enlarging Old Pictures H. K. CASRDNER, ELBERTON, GA., DEALER IN ii nil sums, HARittV ARE, CROCKERY, BOOTS, SHOES, HATS Notions, &o- UgHT CARRIAGES &. BUGGiES. J. F. AULD CLBIISIT®IV, EORUS 1. WITH GOOD WORKMEN! LOWEST PRICES! CLOSE PERSONAL ATTENTION TO BUSINESS. AND AN EXPERIENCE OF 27 YEARS, He hopes by honest and fair dealing to compete any other manufactory. Good Buggies, warranted, - $135 to $l6O REPAIRING AND BLACKSMITIIING. Work done in this line in the very best style. Tha Best Harness TERMS CASH. My 22-1 T THE ELBERTON DRUG STORE H. 0. EDMUNDS, Proprietor. Has always on hand a full line of Pure Drugs and Patent Medicines Makes a specialty of J STATIONERY a™ PERFUMERY Anew assortment of WRITING PAPER & ENVELOPES Plain and ftncy- just received, including a sup ply ot LEGAL CAP. CIGARS AND TOBACCO of all varieties, constantly on hand I\ A. F. KOBLETT, MA6IKAL MASON, ELBERTON, GA. Will enntract for work in STONE and BRICK anywhere in Elbert county [je!6 6m THE ELBERTON AIR-LINE HOUSE IS NOW OPENED BY G. W. BRISTOL & WIFE, ON the corner of the Public Square, opposite the Globe Hotel. Terms reasonable. In connection with the House is a good stable, Attended by good hostlers. sepS-tf central hotel MRS. W. M THOMAS, PROPRIETRESS, AUGUSTA GA THE GAZETTE. ESTABLISHED 1859- New Series. 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