The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1877-09-01

MIR. MlggS mad very clear idea of the
causes leading to the riot. He said he
was glad of it, and hoped it would spread
through the country until the 8" rich was
made to know" what it is to suffer. Mr..
Hobart, in the grocery at the time, took IN
entirely different view of the matter. He
said the rioters were in the wrong, and
should be put down at any cost He did
not believe in handling them with gloves.
He said:
"They ought to be shown that they
can't have their own way in everything
they undertake. They must understand
that they can't destroy property, interfere
with other people working, and block the
wheels of commerce. It's well they hain't
got me to deal with. I'd show EN-. I'll
stand none of their impudence. would
just pitch into them and blow every
mothers son of them into eternity in less
than twinkling. 1t makes me mad
enough to bite my own head off to see
this milk and water policy-this running
away from the emergency. You just
want to face these fellows. They are a
mean, COwardly set, and man with any
vim and courage could whip a hundred
of them. Oh, I'd show them, | would, if
| only had hand in this thing. They
wouldn't bully me, [ Can tell you that"
Mr.. Hobart, exhausted by the fervor
of his virtue, and the expression thereof,
took his handkerchief from his hat and
vigorously mOpped off his face Then
he took up the dollars worth of sugar he
had purchased and went home, leaving
the other customers intensely imbued
with the strength of his purpose and the
indOmitable fiXedness of his will. 1t was
two o'clock the next morning when Mr.
Hobart was awakened by nudge from
Mrs Hobart. He had been lying onhis
back and dreaming that he was dragged
into the cellar of a vacant house by
man who had razor and was feeling in
the dark for his throat. He awoke with
a start and a cry, while his whole body
was reeking with perspiration.
He wanted to speak but he dared not.
The darkness about him seemed filled
with the forms of demons, possessed of
razors, and looking for his throat.
William" whispered his wife, " do
you hear that"
He tried to ask what, but his parched
tongue prevented his utterance.
"SOme one is in the house." she said
She merely whispered it, but it sounded
to him with the distinctness of fog
horn. 1t seemed as if her voice would
have drowned the roar of Niagara. He
trembled in every joint.
"Shutup, he managed to hiss between
his clenChed teeth.
"There's someone in the house, | tell
ye," came her dreadful whisper. Get
up and strike light"
Go to sleep, " he Kissed back "There
is no one here" He shook like a leaf as
he spoke.
She reiterated her impression, but he
did not hear it. He had crawled under
the bed-clothes and, smothered by the
heat, still had hope that he was not in
danger.
She felt around until she came across
him, and then she threw off the clothes
and demanded that he get up and strike
light.
LET me alone, he whispered in an
agOnzed voice. "Do you want me
killed, mad woman"
Get up and strike light" she said.
Get up! He get up and expose his
person to the cruel knife of a blood
thirsty foe! What could his wife be
thinking of? She did not love him! She
had no sympathy with him. He really
thought that if his life was spared he
would kill her, and thus rid the world of
a monster.
In the meantime he crept out of bed
crept out SO noiselessly that his wife did
not know of his going, and crept under
the bed, with million goose pimples
covering his flesh. And while Mrs.
Hobart was wondering whether her hus-
band was secretly and silently Draining
the robbers in the back yard he was
under the bed, compressed into the small
est possible space, and thinking of what
he would do to the strikers if he could
only be brought face to face with them.
-Dan6ury NeaoS.