Waterbury evening Democrat., 1894-01-08

70 be granted.
 Think we can get there, sir?" asks Wing eagerly.
 "Can t say. We'ro supposed to have our hands full covering this section of Nebraska, though haven't heard of hostile Sioux this summer. Besides, they have full regiments of infantry at Omaha and along the lakes. Doesn't Mrs. Wing say anything about the trouble ?''
 Her letter is four days old, sir, and only says her father looks upon the sit uation as one of much gravity, but women rarely see troubles of this kind until they come to their doors.
 Well, this is The Times of two days ago. It reached Sidney at breakfast time this morning, and Hatton brought two or three copies out when he came with the mail. thought you two might be interested" And with that the colonel goes strolling along down the bank of the stream, pausing here and there to chat with some officers or give some order relative to the grazing of the horses-one of his especial "fads. 7"
 And this evening, just as the sun dis appears over the low bluff lying to the west and the horses are being picketed for the night, while from a score of cook fires the appetizing savor of antelope steak and the aroma of ''soldier coffee" rise upon the air, little dust cloud sweeps out from the ravine into which disappears the Sidney road and comes floating out across tho prairie. Keen eyed troopers quickly note the speed with which it travels toward them. Officers and men, who have just been looking to the security of their steeds, pause now on their way to supper and stand gazing through the S6)aming at the coming cloud. In five lSenutes the cause is apparent-two swift riders, urging their horses to full speed, racing for the ford. Five minutes moro and the foremost throws himself from the saddle in the midst of the group at the colonel's tent and hands that officer a telegraphic dispatch, which is received, opened, read with imperturbable gray ity and pocketed To the manifest fhagrin of the courier and disappoint- ment of his officers, the colonel simply says:
 "W-e-ell, I'm going to supper. You all'd better havo yours too.'
 "Why, blame his old hide!" pants I the courier later, "the quartermaster told me never to lose a second, but git that to him before dark. The hull outfits ordered to Chicago by special train"
 And so, finding the secret out, the colonel presently puts aside professional sang froid and condescends to be hu- man again.
 "Get hearty supper all round, gen. tlenen, then boots and saddles and away for Sidney!"
 Two days later. A fierce July sun is pouring down a flood of humid, mois- ture laden heat upon q densely packed, swelterinS mass of turbulent men, many of them flushed with drink, all of them flushed with triumph, for the i'll armed, i'll disciplined militia of the sev- enties-a pygmy force as compared with the expert guardsmen of today-has been scattered to the winds; the sturdy police have been swept from the streets and driven to the shelter of the sta tions. Mob law rules supreme. Dense clouds of smoke are rising from sacked and ruined warehouses and from long trains of burning cars. Here and there little groups of striking employees have gathered, holding aloof from the reck- less and infuriated mob, appalled, at the sight of riot and devastation resulting from their i'll advised action. Many of their number, conscious of their re- sponsibility for the scenes of bloodshed and pillage and wanton destruction of property, public and private, would now gladly undo their work and array themselves among the few defenders of the great corporations they have served for years and deserted at the call of leaders whom they never saw and in cause they never understood, but there can be mo footsteps backward" now. The tide of riot has engulfed the great city of the west, and the majesty of the law is but the laughing stock of the lowest of the masses. Huddled in their precinct stations, the police are bandag- ing their bruised and broken heads. Rallied at their armories, the more de- termined of the militia are preparing to defend them and their colors against the anticipated attack of 50 times their force in ''toughs "-Chicago's vast accumulation of outlawed, vagabond or criminal tnen The city fathers are we'll nigh hopeless. Merchants and business men gather on Change with blanched faces and the oft repeated query: What next? What next?" Every moment brings tidings of fresh dismay. New fires and crippled and helpless department, for the rioters slash the hose and laugh all efforts to scorn. A gleam of hope shone in at 10 o'clock, and the boardroom rang with cheers at the president announce ment that the regulars were coming-a whole regiment of infantry from Oma- ha was already more than half way. But the gleam died out at noon when, with white lips, an official read the tel egram saying the strikers had side tracked" the special trains bearing the soldiers, and they could not advance another mile.
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