St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1889-04-19
REST FOR The WEARY
Street Car Traffic Is Resumed
in st. Paul on a Small
Scale.
Three Cars Guarded by Cop
pers We're Running on
Several Streets.
Col. Barr and "Whiskeps" Get
to WindWapd of the
Strikers.
The "Outs" Are Hopeful, and
the Company's Backbone
Is Stiffened.

street were startled from their SlumberS
by the clatter of horses boofs and the
jingling of street car bells. At every
window the curtains we're raised, and
people of all denominations came to the
windows to gaze upon the unwOnted
cavalcade which trotted past. Three
street cars each with four handsome
policemen on board; five patrol wagons
loaded with blue jackets and brass but
tons. and squad of mounted police
leading the way, formed sight that
most of those who gazed from the WIN
dows had never seen before. The old
lady with her gray hair in curl papers
hunted her spectacleS for half an hour,
and when she found them was surprised
to find that the circus had passed. The
young servant girl, fresh from the for
eign shores, opened the blonde fringes
on her pale blue eyes. and pondered on
The small boy threw his clothes on
with pitchfork and rushed to
the sidewalk to yell ''scab' and
other complimentary epIthets. Supt.
ScOtt'S face wore an anxious look.
Col. Bars attention was occupied by
wondering whether there would be
time to jump from the car. make a rush
for restaurant, and having sent two
irOnclad sandwiches rushing down into
the internal regions of his body, get
back to the car. He concluded there
was not time, so sighed and tapped the
ashes from fne-looking cigar, but one
that had a tendency to burn up the
middle and break through the wrapper
in spots. The small boys all had an
appetite for breakfast yesterday morn
ing, as they all thought it was rather
brilliant and original scheme to race
the cars and yell ''scab!''
Amid such scenes the majestic pro-
cession passed on its triumphant entry
into the city.
1--WE only need brass band to have
royal good time" SAID Col Barr. 'And
some breakfast" remarked sotto voce
the hungry crowd that surrounded him.
Brass bands and breakfast did not seem
to enter into Mr.. Scott's calculations.
His face was study from the start to
communicative. But Mr.. Scott'S face
bore look so impenetrable that not
even Col. Barr dare try
TO FATHOM ITS PROFUNDITY.i
At 6 o'clock yesterday morning all
was silent around tie Ramsey street
car barn. A few knots of early birds
were catching the worm, or trying to,
on each of the four corners of the street.
Absolute ignorance seemed to pervade
the intellects of them all. When asked
question, some would turn suddenly
away, others would curtly reply
'Dunno;" while others would deign to
remove the roll of onion leaves. called
by courtesy cigar, from their lips and
give very non-cOmmittal answer. Per-
haps twenty men were Willing away
their spare time leaning against the big
barn, seemingly having all day before
them in which to perfume the air
with reeklng fumes, and exchange
remarks about what the street car COM
pany proposed to do.
InSide the barn the cars stood on their
regular tracks, awaiting the opening of
the gates. The elegantly furnished Of
fees were tenanted by man with
broom, who brushed the carpet and
swept things up generally. The morn
ing was chilly, and roaring fires were
lighted in the main office and Supt;
Scott's private room, casting cheerful
light on the polished mahogany fittings.
The air outside was deci dedly cool, and
the sun kept himself pretty we'll hidden
behind the clouds. At intervals
stream of light poured through the sill
ver-lined opening, and the sun became
visible for an instant, like fleeting
vision of the Holy Grail. None
of the directors or managers of
the road were aroused and there seemed
no sign of move. The group of re-
porters who had gathered began to get
disgusted, thinking they had been
fooled. Six thirty struck, and still no
sign. In few minutes cab came roll
Supt. Scott and others. They dis
mounted. entered the barn and speedily
returning told the reporters to go up to
West Seventh street, as that was where
the start would take place. At this
moment a platoon of mounted police
trotted by, sitting their fiery steeds
like lifeguardsmen. Lieut.. Budy led
them, and their faces showed they
were expecting some fun. Then a
patrol wagon came up at a DASH
Then another, and so on until five
had arrived, all loaded down with arms
of the law, dressed in the familiar blue
coat and twinkling brass buttons.
The West Seventh street barn was
the magnet which attracted this hard
ware shop. The reporters had to hustle
to get around in time, but they got
there just the same. Small was the
crowd which had gathered there, small
in comparisog with what had been eX-
pected. There were
FEW TOUGHS AND NO TROUBLE,
as the men who did there congregate
were scared by the apparition of such
an army. 1t did not look like a crowd
that would stand any nonsense. Laugh
ter and joking there was in plenty. but
the heads which laughed rested on great
wide shoulders, from which depended
gigantic arms, ending in muscular fists
that looked as if they were accustomed
to handle the club. Chief Clark was on
hand bearing staff in his hand, which
had the appearance OF being intended
for smashing skulls. and the chief
swung it i'll a nOnchalant manner, some
thing like drum-major, which made a
man think he was just aching to use it.
He wasn't pining for anything of the
kind in reality, but was simply timber
ing his muscle up little.
Col. Barr was the happiest man in the
crowd. He evidently expected no dis
turbance, as he had not even conde-
scended to put on an old suit of clothes.
In his hand, however, he carried
an apple-wood stick that looked as if it
could do considerable execution if need
be. The colonel laughed and joked
with everybody, and was the first to
mount the first outgoing car. He Just
cast one glance in the direction of the
few strikers who were present, but that
glance was fire and blood in chemical
combination. 1t plainly said: "If
there's scrap, Pm in 1T, and can give
good account of mySelf,''
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