The liberty bell and workingmen's advocate., 1867-03-07

submit to such death. l must live. It was horrible agony of soul and body, sir. I screamed for help; but the dust entering my mouth, nose and eyes, strangled and blinded me. looked for the shovel. It had disap- peared. was going too. Maimed and gasp ing for breath. fought against that power that was slowly, but surely, dragging me dawn. I plunged my arm deep into the wheat and tried to pull myself up. In the dismal, murky light of this hideous den l struggled as but few men have ever strug- cled was giant in my battle for life. 1 thought no more of my broken arm. I was burning with heat, parched with thirst, blind ed and choked with the fine dust, but fought and shrieked for help all the time. In my fierceness I tore my clothes from my body and flung them away, and the grains of wheat scraped my wounds and pierced my naked flesh as 1 tried to spring forward but noth- ing hurt me, not even my arm. - s~zxT s'Hard as I struggled could not get clean away from the whirlpool. If leaped forward or crawled a little way over the treacherous surface, found when stopped that l was l swiftly sliding back again to the old place. It seemed as if struggled in this way for hourSs yet I accomplished nothing. Tired aNc | breathless, looked around and felt sure that l in less than five minutes should be in. the spout and dead man. My efforts were in | vain. There was certain circle beyond which I could not go. Once the thought came into my mind that to save myself from the horrors of the death before me, had bet ter open a vein and bleed to deaths but I could not find my knife, and had | found 1t l might not have been able to use it. Weli saw everything plainly. There was no hope | for me. must die, and must look and wait | for my death. When hope deserted me, a kind of resignation to my fate succeeded, and 1 open them again.
 Gradually my body slid downward. The noise of the grain rushing through the valve | or gate became louder and louder; the stl- fling dust was thicker and heavier. A thou sand unseen, irresistible forces were drawing 1 me to distraction. Suddenly my body fell several feet felt the tremendous suction of the whirlpool. The grain crept up my legs; it reached and pressed heavily upon my breast 1 and back as if to squeeze the life out Of me l it ascended higher and clasped my throat. | Then I closed my eyes and waited death. l no longer feared its terrors.
 1 At this moment felt that there was a strange silence; even in my halfconscious l condition I realized a change in my surround l ings. The dust began to settle. I realized what had happened.
 | Ihe edlce tcGS closed
 At the very gate of death opened to re ceive me- there was an obstacle and tainted away with joy. When I became conscious 1 again 1 heard voice crying out:
 1 "' Is anybody down there ? said this voice | That question was twice repeated before could answer, and so faintly, that it was but a husky whisper.
 s it's all humbug, false alarm, Jim said travelling up and down these 20 stories. We can't stop work for such nonsense
 Its not humbug,' said the one who had | first spoken. You saw as 1, the shovel and hat, and skirt come through the spout There's man to follow, this way or that Hillo therer |.
 "It seemed to me as if I had the night mare, so hard did try to speak out but didn't make noise. Yet, when heard then
 going away, leaving me to my horrible death
 the noise in me got the better of my throat
 and yelled so that myself was frightened The men came back.
 | II knew he was there" said Jim. '' Art
 you hurt, man? Of course he is or he would
 not be there. Where the devil is the ladder
 That looks strange-it's hanging over the
 beam. Give me the rope and lantern!'
 "I saw the light blessed star of relief
 come slowly down against the wall of the bin little later was raised as tenderly as possi ble to the top of the bin, and thence carried
 to earth. A surgeon was soon obtained. H,
 looked at my arm that was making me CT,
 with pain
 Mortiiation. Amputation! was the jude 1 ment. and the arm was cut of. That is all,
 said my guest, drinking his liquor and rising
 from his seat
 And what has become of Tom Brinton r
 I asked. as he reached the door.
 II am looking for him. he answered witl
 the old ugly look about the eyes and mouth
 and he stalked out of the door into tn,
 night"
 New York and Paris Fashions fol March.
 NEW YORK, Feb. 26. 1867. l. Fashion has been accused of being capri
 cious and eccentric, and, lately, has we'll earnes
 the title. The rapid revolutions, the bold in
 novations, the entire disregard of all ideas ae
 cepted as proper within the past few years
 entitle her to rank with the most courageou
 of reformers, and prove her capable of achiey
 ing that which philosophers only dare t
 dream.
 A lady of fashion five years ago and 8 lad of fashion to-day would present contras
 more striking than was ever presented b 1 the vivid imagination of a comic newspape
 artist. The wide hoops, the six-story wid bonnetS, the long, ample cloaks have all bee swept away, and in place of them are smal squares of velvet tied flat to the topvf tn
 head, short, narrow shirts, tight jackets, and generally compact and restricted appearanc , to the toilette, which can only be realize
 when it is seen. , Well, what more would complainers, an | $ hooped skirts, long dresses, and declared tha the most formidable barrier in the world bt tween themselves and any sight worth ses ing was woman's bonnet. Hoop skirts an : bonnets are no longer in their way fashio has even gone step farther, and boldly a, } complished what the Bloomer moyemer failed to do, and that is, popularize shol street-dresses Yet still the croakers find en ployment for their. tongues. They declare now, that the fashions are "hideous :" tha 3 they are unbecoming :, they make wome look like guys and that the sooner they T, ) turn to the former styles the better. 7 This would be provoking, if it came from responsible source but there is certai \ number of people whom it is absolutely in possible to please, it is not to be expected ths 5 they will be suited by any efforts of fashion C women. ~ S= - S 3 Seriously, however, the inteG gent press 3 the country, who have the good of thei 3 own wives and daughters, and the health an 3 welfare of women, at heart. should encourag, by every means in their power, the preser {; tendency towards sensible, useful, econom 3 cal style of dress.
 , All fashions can be made extravagant, bu , these are not necessarily SO. If ladies like dress quietly and plainly, they can, withou | exciting attention or remark. These skirt
 need not sweep the streets they are unol - trusive in size, and are not injured by mud c 3 dust. What more can be desired, especial