Democratic Northwest and Henry County news. [volume] (Napoleon, O. [Ohio]) 1894-1905, 1894-04-26

nasn no bouquets IN their guns, Is the
way a street gamin expresses it.
Whittier are they going?" "What
have they first to dot" is the cry, Po-
lice officials ride now with the captain
temporarily in command; a carriage
has whisked the colonel over to head
quarters, but hastei hastei Is the word.
On they 60. silent, grim. with the al
kali dust of the North Platte crossing
still coating their rusty garb. A great
swing bridge looms ahead; O dozen po-
lice deploy on either side and check the
attending crowd. Over they 60 at
route step, and then, turning to the
right, tramp ON down roughly paved
street, growing dim and DINNER every
minute with sitting smoke. Presently
they are crossing snakelike lines Of
hose, gashed and useless; passing fire
apparatus standing unhitched and neg
lected; passing firemen exhausted and
listless. Then occasional squads Of
scowling men give way before their
steady tramp and are driven down alley
ways and around street corners by re-
viving police. Then the head of COL
umn turns to the left and comes full
upon scene of tumult-a great build
ing in flames, a great mob surging
about 1t defying police interference and
bent apparently ON cutting the struc-
ture from roof to cellar and pillaging the
neighboring stores. Now, men Of the
--th, heros work cut out for you'll
Drive that mob, bloodlessly If you can,
blood letting If you mustl
The colonel is sgain at the head. All
are on foot. LETT front into line,
double time;" the first company throws
its long double rank from curb to curb,
Drummond, its commander, striding
at its front, Wing, his subaltern, anx-
iously watching him from among the
file closers. Already they have reach
ed the rearmost of the rioting groups,
and with warning cries and impreca-
tions these are scurrying to either side
and falling into the hands of the ac-
companying police. Thicker, denser
grows the smoke: thicker. denser the
mob.
"Clear this street, Out of the wayi"
are the orders, and for half block or
so clear 1t Is. Then comes the first op-
position. On pile OF lumber tall,
staiwart man in grizzled beard and
slouching hat--evidently leader of
mark among the mob-is shouting or
ders and encouragement. What he says
cannot be heard. but now, tightly
wedged between the rows of buildings,
the mob is at bay, and yelling mad re-
sponse to the frantic appeals and gestic-
ulations of their leader at least Q, 900
reckless and infuriated men have faced
the little battalion surging steadily up
the narrow street.
You may have to fire, Drummond,"
says the colonel coolly. Get in rear
of your company. Obediont, the tall
lieutenant turns and follows his chief
along the front of his advancing line SO
as to pass around the flank. He is not
so PAGES from the pile on which the
mob leader, with half a dozen half
drunken satellites, is shouting his ex-
hortations. Just as the lieutenant's
arm is grazing grim old Feeny's elbow
as he passes the first sergeant's station,
brick comes hurtling through the air,
strikes full upon the back of tho Off
GERS unprotected head and sends him,
face forward, into the muddy street.
In The yell of triumph that follows,
Wings voice for an instant is unheard.
Obedient to its principle, Never load
until about to fire., the battalion s car
bines are still empty, but all on sud-
den G troop halts. with ball car
tridges, load!" is Wings hoarse, stern
order. Now aim low when give the
word. Fire by company. Company,
readyl" and like one the hammers
click. But no command Aim" fol-
lows. "Look outl Look outl For
God'ssake don't firei Out of the way!'
are the frantic yells from the throats
of themob. Away they go, scattering
down side streets, alley ways, behind
lumber piles, everywhere anywhere.
Many even throw themselves fiat ON
their faces to escape the expected tenn
pest Of lead. Don't fire" says the
colonel mercifully. Forward, double
time, and give them the butt. Well
support you" Down from the lumber
piles come the erstwhile truculent lead
ers. Draw cartridge, men," orders
Wing in wrath and disappointment.
Now, butts to the front, and give
them HI. Forward" And out he
leaps to take the lead. dashing straight
into tho thick Of the scattering mob, his
men after him. There is a minute Of
wild yelling, cursing, Of resounding
blows and trampling feet, and in the
midst of it all a single shot, and when
Wing. breathless, is finally halted two
squares farther on only dozen broken
headed wretches remain along the street
to represent the furious mob that con-
fronted them a few minutes before.
Only these few and one writhing, bleed
ing form, around which half dozen
policemen are curiously gathered, and
at whose side the battalion surgeon has
just knelt.
Hes shot through and through, +"
is his verdict presently. mo power
can save him. Who is he?"
About the worst and most danger
ous ringleader of riot this town has
known, SIR" is the answer of one of
the police officials. mo one knew
where he came from either-or his real
name"
And then In his dying agony the fall
en- demagogue turns, and the other side
of his twitching face comes uppermost.
Even through the thin, grizzly beard
there is plainly seen an ugly. Jagged
scar stretching from ear to chin.
This isn't his first row by any man.
ner of means, if it is his last, says 9
sergeant Of police. Look at that
Who shot him anyhow"
II did," is the cool, prompt answer
and Sergeant Feeny raises his hand t.
his carried carbine and stands atten