Waterbury evening Democrat., 1894-01-09

StcGdUH silently ominOusly, the train
 rolls along.
 at the next street crossing. Excitedly the railway man clutches Drunmond's $ elbow and points. Two troopers are kneeling close at hand.
 Shoot if they touch that switch, !" says Drummond, and instantly the locks click as the hammers are brought to full cock. The foremost runner is almost at the iron stand; his hand is outstretched to graspi when gasping, warning cry reaches his ears. Glancing back. he sees his fellows scattering to either side, and one look at the smooth rolling car reveals the cause; two car pines are leveled at him, and flat he throws himself on his face and rolls to one side amid derisive laughter from the strikers themselves. A little far ther on knot of surly rioters are gath cred on the track. No warning whis- tie sounds. and the changing bell is too far to the rear to attract their attention. Ont of the way there!" is the blunt, roughly spoken order No time this for standing on ceremony. Nengeful and scowIing tho men spring aside, some stopping to pick up rocks, others reaching into their pockets for the ready pistol, but rocks are dropped and pistols undrawn as the train whirls rapidly by, and wrath gives place to mystification. WhO-what are these strange, silent, stubbly bearded, sun tanned fellows in slouch hats, flannel shirts and the worn old black belts over the shoulder? Even the engine has its guard and half a dozen of them, perch ed upon the tender, have leveled their carbines to flank and rear, ready to let drive into the crowd the instant brick is heaved or q trigger pulled.
 And so into the great stone station they roll, and here they find the plat forms jammed with citizens-some drawn by curiosity, some active sym pathiZers in the strike, and many of them prominent leaders of the mob surg ing in tho crowded thOroughfare with out. The train has hardly come to a stand when from every direction the mass of outsiders Is heaving up around it.
 "Nov-, Feeny. clear the platform to the left. Take the other side, Wing, i" says DrummOnd quietly to the officer at the front door of the next car.
 In the very fraction of a second the first sergeant and q dozen men have leaped from the deck, and straight into the heart of the crowd they go. Back with ye! Out O this!'' are the stern, determined orders, emphasized by wig orOus prods with the heavy carbine butts. Astonished at methods so prompt and decided, there is only such resist ance as the weight and bulk of those in rear can offer, and that is but moment ary. The sight of those gleaming gat- ling barrels, the stern, brief orders and the rapid, confident advance combine to overcome all idea of resistance. On both sides, at the head of the train, the huge crowd, half laughing, half suffo- eating, is heayed back upon itself and sent like a great human wave rolling up to the iron lattice at the office end. Meantime, without an instant's delay the battalion springs out from the cars, forms ranks on the north platform, counts fours, and then. arms at right shoulder, away it goes with swinging, steady tramp around the rear of the train, across the parallel rows of rails, and in another moment, greeted by tre- mendOus cheers from the occupants of long lines and high tiers of stores, offices, business blocks, the grimy, dusty, war worn campaigners come striding down the crowded street. Heavens, how the people shout! Staid old burghers, portly business men, trot panting along side, waving their hats and cheering themselves hoarse. Them fellers hasn't no bouquets in their guns, '' is the