Omaha daily bee., 1885-10-27

creased; terrible cry arose Mt the mo.
ment he was approaching tue window.
"Breadl bread bread"
IL was the strikers who were invading
Monstun, whilst the gendatIhes. bcliev,
ing in an attack on tho Vulture, galloprd
with their backs turned, to occupy that
mine
The women had appeared; nearly a
thousand women, with streaming hair
dishevclcd 10y the race, in rags showing
the bare skin, half.naked women tired of
giving birth to children only to see them
die OF hunger Some held their little
ones in their arms; raised them; waved
them about like flag of mourning and
vengeance. Others, younger with the
swollen throats Of warriors, brandished
sticks; while the old ones, frightful look
ing, howlCd so loud that the cords of
their scraggy necks seemed to be break
ing. Then the men streamcd along; two
thousand furious men, errand boys,
miners, repaircrs, n compact mass rolling
on in n single scrried column, crowded
together in such u manner that neither
the faded brccches nor the old woo,en
jackets could be distinguished, all being
uniform in the blackhess.of dirt. Their
eyes were burning the openingl only of
their dark mouths were seen singing the
Marseillniso, the verses being lost in II
confused roar, accompanied by the clat-
tcring OF their sal OTIS on the hard ground.
Over the heads of the people was carried
on high an axe, rs the standard of the
people, and in the clear heavens the
sharp blade shone out lko a;guillotine.
And in reality, rage, hunger, these
months OF suffering and mad triimps
around the mines had extended their
Jaws II Ike beasts, entirely changing the
once placid faces of the coal men of
s.a.x al. la.
rays of II sombre red illumncd the plain.
The road seemed filled with blood. and
the women and men continued to pass,
dyed like butchers in the midst of slaugh-
ter. r:.: .-.,''t :.
1t was the red morn of revolution
which will carry all before it i'm bloody
night before the end of the century. Yes,
one evening the people ltt loose, uhbri-
died, will run thus on the roads and spill
the blood OF the citizens; they swiH carry
their heads on poles and scatter the gold
from their safes. The women will shrek;
the men will have their wolflike jaws
open to bite Yes, there would be the
same rags, the same thunder of heavy
snocs, the same terrible crowd of dirty
SKINS and infected brcaths, killing the
old people in their savage pushing;
houses would be. burnctI; not wall OF
the cities would remain; they would re-
turn to the wild life of the woods after
great feasting; when the poor in the
night would beat down the women and
empty the cellars OF the rich. There
would be nothing loft-..nut q cent-of the
great fortunes; 1t would be like II new
land Yes, it was these things which
passed on u road like Il force OF nature,
and oy received the terrible truth in
their fuCGS.
A great cry was heard above the Mar
scillulse:
Bread! bread bread"
Mr.. HcnncbGuu was standing at The
window of his office, when Hypoite on
tered and closed the shutters, for fear the
window pancS would be broken by the
stones. He shut all the windows OF the
ground floor; then passed. to the first
story above and one by one the shutters
were heard lying together. Unhappily,
the kitchen windows would not shut,
and the fire sind bright sauce pans shone
out upon the road.
Mr.. Hennebeau, who wished to see, as
CcndCd to t top OF the house and en-
tered Paul 5 room. and from behind the
window blinds he watched the crowd
Under the window the yells had burst
out with increased violence. "':'
Bread! bread! brcadn'
'Eools" said Mr. Ilcnnebcau, between
his teeth.
He heard them abusing him in refer
cnce to his large appo ntmcntS. The
women had perceived the kitchen and IL
storm of imprccatiOns followed for the
cook, who was among the greasy sauce
pans ;....,
But the shouts still rang out:
"Brrad! bread! bread "