Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1892-07-08

hsre sAv chssrful viacs smong The strikers,
thsy we're actually happy NJ The s~asus..ry
prospect. thirsty for drSught Of such blood
- they tasted two DAYS ago. The patriots who
fsn 81 Lexington and Bunker Hin wsre no more
Thoroughly imbped with moral strsngsh than
are these strikers, while physically they were In
feraor 30 the evcr-viglAnt vorkmcn who viii die
chscrfniiy rather than recede an inch They
have ~tished themselves that their cause is
Just, and upon that foundation vigorous mea
can build . supcrstrucsure Of heroic effort
which viii surprise even those who imagine hey
have measured the force Of human energy and
weighed the possibilities Of mortal endurance.
During the half an hour or more Of the sus-
pense which followed the alarm I mingled with
the army Of strikers. for 1t IA not mob. nis
thoroughly organized army. Few men cared
70 talk At any length; they were rs~dy for CO.
ton They saw before them or thought they
did terrific struggle In which their I'll v.s in
volved; they were in no mood for anything bus
carnage and the sooner ID came the betser would
they be pleased. Five thousand OF the hnsss
soldiers In the world would find here an aSxrs-'
CATION Of pluck and muscle which would mess
than try their skill
RELucrASr TO RETURN TO BED.
By O'Clock the fictitious oharscser os Ne In
formation became apparent. but the multifuds
was hrm until . word from one Of the ofhesrv
scattered IL. The men did not go home for an
hour or more. They sat around in Obscure To-
cations, hidden by the great streaks Of shadow
which are common in electrically illuminated
towns Perhaps the alarm wAs false, but the
strikers were taking no chances.
It was almost morning before the women who
were grouped around the doorways oonversing
In whispers, and cursing the BLACK sheep"
went indoors. Blsek night gave place to sil-
very gray dawn and then came the golden huss
OF bright morning. The first rays shone on .
thousand strikers. whose watch had been unin-
terrupted, whose vigil nature seemed po~erlcss
to interfere with. The guns were gone and The
cartridge belts hidden. cut the same steru-fsced
men were at their post and the Law Of the land
was still cowcd at Homestead.
There has been no decadence In the pugns-
cious spirit which broke loose here "Wednesday.
There will not be so long as the women Of Home
stead continue In their present frame Of mind
Even those who lost husbands and sons are as
yet too proud 20 mourn. Through their tears,
which will come. they look defiance, and with
voices that tremble only because OF hslf-psns
Indignation they lsud their dead as martyrs 10
cause that no man need be ashamed Of
One Of these Spartan mothers is Mrs. Foy,
mother Of the first man hit in the battle. She
had four sons in the fray and that fact gives
her ground for such exultation as is rarely seen
in these peaceful times. Foy was supposed TO
have been killed; a fact he was shot through
the left breast and lung. He did not lose con-
sciousness and had sense enough TO lie per-
Haos1xr ALL Al -
then he got up and walked away, . feat only
possible to a man Of magnificent physique and
wonderful vitality. When he heard that the
detectives had surrendered he sat up in bed
and cheered as well as he could with one lung.
She told me she would have been more than
grasified had her four boys died they fought
like heroes. II was enough for her TO know
that they aided materially in defeating the
Pinkertons. This is but one sample. yet IL ID .
fair one Of Homestead sentiment @. h. H