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

nO6llle blOuA lnlb buLumtI. DeoAucs,
they have full regiments of infantry at
Omaha and along the lakes. Doesn't
Mrs. Wing say anything about the
trouble2"
"Her letter is four days old, sir, and
only says her father looks upon the sit
uation as ono 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. 1t 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."
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 score of cook
fires the appetizing SAVIOR of antelope
steak and tho 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 the prairie. Keen
eyed troopers quickly note the speed
with which 1t 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 cleaning at
the coming cloud. In FIVE minutes the
cause is apparent-two swift riders,
urging their horses to full speed, racing
for the ford. Five minutes more and
the foremost throws himself from the
saddle in the midst Of the group at the
colonel's tent and hands that officer
telegraphic dispatch, which Is received,
opened, read with imperturbable gray
ity and pocketed. To the manifest
chagrin of the courier and disappoint-
ment of his officers, tho colonel simply
says:
"W-e-ell, I'm going to supper. You
all'd better have yours too.
"Why, blame his old hidel" pants
the courier later, "the quartermaster
told me never to lose q 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.
tleinen, then-'bo and saddles and
away for Sidneyl"
Two days later. A fierce July sun is
pouring down flood of humid, mois-
ture laden heat upon densely packed,
sweltering 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 sew
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 tho 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 so times their
force in "toughs" Chicago's vast
accumulation of outlawed, vagabond
or criminal men. 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 next2"
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 CLEAN of hope shone in at
10 o'clock, and the boardroom rang
with cheers at the presidents announce
ment that the regulars were coming "a
whole regiment of infantry from Oma-
ha was already more than half way.
But the CLEAN 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.
And SO they had on one road, but
there are others, better guarded, better
run. The sun is well over to the west
again, Chicago is resigning itself to
another night of horror, when from the
suburbs there comes gliding in to the
heart Of the city the oldest looking
railway train that has been seen for
years, sight at which a host Of riot
ous men break away from the threat
ening front, dragging with them those
"pals" whom drink has either mad
dened or stupefied; sight at which
skulking blackgnards who have picked
up paving stones drop them into the
cutters and think twice before they lay
hand on theirreyolver butts. No puff
ing engine hauls,the train; the motive
power is at the. rear. First and fore
most is platform car open, uncover
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