Daily globe., 1882-09-26
MARTYRS to -Irt.
Brooklyn Eagle.

IHcIo - d )ISGty 1ltUle IOWu dDOuC nal
an hours ride from Greenpoint ON tn
Long Island railroad that has, up to re
cent date, enjoyed the reputation of being
one of the pleasantest places to live in OF
the island, but now a shadow has fallel
upon the erstwhile sunny life of the place
and its reputation for tranquility and peac,
has evaporated.
The inhabitants, who were once noted
for their law abiding qualities, may nov
be seen night after night prowling about
its streets armed with revolvers anG
shot guns. When they see each othel
afar off they approach oAe another
with great caution, skipping behind trees
like Cooper's Indians, and exposing as little
of their persons as possible until they as
certain whether they be friends or foes
A wild restless look has come into the eyes
of most of the citizens, and the town is al
together demoralized. Many of them have
an eager, searching gaze, and they glare
with fierce expectancy into every face
they ensounter, as though they were pos
sessed of revengeful spirit and hunting
down some deadly foe. There is a small
fraction of the citizens, however, who ex-
hibit entirely different symtoms, They
have a scared, hunted look, much resem-
bling tramp CANNES in midsummer, when
the dog catchers are out in full force. They
stink along in the shadows of the houses,
frequenting back streets and looking every
few moments nervously over their should
ers as though in mortal fear of an enemy
in their rear. An EagIe representative
happening to visit this village few days
on nafuroJIv 1ad info
cause of its inhabitants strange behavior.
whats the racket down here?" asked
the reporter, meeting one of the hunted
looking citizens.
You are not armed?" shouted tie vii
lager, jumping behind large tree.
No." said the reporter.
"And you are stranger in our town ?"
asked the villager cautiously poking his
head from behind the tree.
"Yes"
"You haven't any relations in our town:
any nervous aged aunts or fdgety old
uncles?"
No"
Then follow me-" and the villager orept
cautiously up the street in the darkness.
for it was already well after nightfall. At
last he lodged through a gate, mounted a
stoop and raped three times on a door,
the reporter close at his heels. A rafting
of chains and drawing of heavy bolts fol
lowed, and the door slowly opened.
"Who is there?" said voice in stage
whisper.
''Bass viol," whispered back the report
er's guide, and they were admitted into a
dark hall. Are we all here?"
'IAll except the violoncello."
'.That looks ominous," said the report
er's guide with sigh; SPoor fellow. He
picked the last shot out of his left leg this
morning, and it will be rough if he's got
another peppering tonight. How is your
arm?"
Its getting along fairly. The doctor
says he won't be able to extract the bullet.
but he thinks it won't trouble me much
Is your shoulder doing well?"
''Yes, think I'll be able to handle the
bow little tonight" said the reporters
guide as they all three entered a dimly
lighted apartment. As soon as the re-
porter became accustomed to the semi
darkness he distinguished grouped in diff
ferent parts of the room about twenty of
the most dilapidated looking human
beings it had ever been his misfortune to
look upon. They looked as though they
had been fighting the entire Egyptian
army single handed and come out very
much the wrong way. Some had great
bandages around their heads, others had a
lattice work of black court plaster across
their cheeks and noses. Many had an arm
in sling, and in fact they ''were all broken
up"
''You see before you, sir" said the re
porter's guide, "a band of martyrs to art,''
and q big tear trickled across black and
blue blotch under his left eye. ''We have
started in to form and perfect an amateur
orchestra, and we are going to do it or die
in the attempt"
Hear, hear" went up feebly from the
little gathering with more or less success.
according to the nature of their wounds.
This is our leader" continued the report
er's guide, as agentleman came forward
with decided limp, and wearing green
patch over his right eye, while his left arm
hung helpless in sling. He attempted a
cheerful smile, but broke down in the mid
die of it, his face relapsing into gloom as
he said: ''We started our rehearsals two
weeks ago, and now we are isolated. ostra-
cized from society, and, for aught know
to the contrary. price has been placed
upon our heads. You see the members
must practice and that's where the trouble
comes in. The bass viors neighbors have
threatened to pull his house down about
his ears, and his wife has sued for an un-
qualified divorce. The French horns father
has disowned him and his sweetheart
mas broken off their engagement.
and all the other boys are no better off.
Of course I come in for my share.
live out of town. and two
or three attempts have been made to
wreck the trains they supposed took, but
We are not to be crushed. We have made
up our minds this village shall have an or
chestra, and orchestra it shall have''
Hear! hear.' again went up feebly
from the martyrs.
''We are about to open Wagner over