The Logan County banner. [volume] (Logan, W. Va.) 1889-1903, 1891-05-14

I threw open TIE door and ipclre<
into the blast II needed : fsS mort
'.pigsr Of iron, before Il would be ready
to draw on
Az turned around from the furnace
toward odd Cupola, ? It struck me that
his eyes had queer look. But my next
thought was that II was only the effect
Of the white light from the open door
Of the blast, shining squarely into his
face
throw few more pigs in, = said !,
land then you may knock of
He started to reach down to his
wheelbarrow, to pick up ..pig. = but
suddenly drew mp and clapped his hands
to his head
BY this time / had stepped 70 the OPP
posite side Of the barrow, and just had
it on-my tongues end to ask him what
was the matter But i never got
the words out--for the next second he
gave such yell IS / never expect to
hear again. Then he heldup both hands,
like . preacher saying the benediction,.
and shouted: Then the fifth angel
sounded Here he seemed to forget
something, and fourished his right
hand in Q circle, as though finishing the
sentence with the gesture instead Of
words. Then his eyes seemed TO shoot
fire like the flames and sparks that leap
out Of the cupola, when the blast door
Is opened.
"Ah! Devilsi Dogs!'' he screamed,
"D'ye think T. scape the fifth angel
who hou'ds the key t the bottomless
pitt T. He'll! Ali 1t smokes like .
furnace.'
AS he said those last words he made
a grand flourish and pointed to the
open door of the blast. caught the
idea that was in his crazy brain. He
thought the blast was hell and he was
going to put me into it. N
All this happenedsin about three sec.
onds.
looked about for something with
which to defend myself. There was
nothing. -e .-----
1t must be single handed struggle
between man and man.
He was naturally of why, power
full build, and the handling of the
heavy iron 'spigs" and wheeling them
up the inclined plane for SO long had
developed the muscles Of his arms and
legs, until their cords were like cables.
Luckily had left my coat below and
only had on molder's flannel shirt
and belted pants. With the wickedest
laugh that ever broke from human
throat, he jumped clean over the bar
row to grapple me. ! duclked my legs
for an under-hold.
This sent him sprawling over my
head, and for minute hewas feored
But it was only for q moment, as my
impetus had carried me against the
wheelbarrow and stumbled.
He was up again and at me before |
had hardly regained my feet
''Dog! Sorcerer! Murderer" he cried.
There's nae 'scapin' me. It's my ain
bluid is on your hans an my ain cen
saw'tr' This time braced for blow
at his head, but he deftly~knocked it
off and grappled me around the waist.
had read when boy an account by
an African hunter, of his falling into
the grip of an ourang- outang.
The story impressed me deeply, but
never expected to experience the awful
which he described.
As the long arms of the maniac
gripped about me, binding my left arm
down against my side, crushing my
breast and face against his @own, that
incident flashed across my mind.
But as the demoniac held me, eye to
eye with himself-his frothing lips
pressing my own and the lurid light of
the seething, molten mass, into which
he was struggling to pitch me, falling
full upon his face, showed me all the
devils of consuming madness that
glared in his frcnzied eye. / would
gladly have exchanged places with the