Waterbury Democrat., 1901-06-12

V was needed, according to the original views of the authorities, and they were sent there, with the result that jeering the marshals and the military authori- ties called into action. All Of sudden people woke up to the realization that Brentwood was a railroad town and the whole community practically in sympathy with the operatives. All of . sudden the news came flashing over the wires that Captain Nathan, with 100 men from Fort Pawnes, had been stoned and compelled to retire when his command was detrained at Gunni- son, and, though officers and men de- clarsd their readiness to push ahead afoot, their cautious captain forbade any man te push feet ahead until he could again communicate by wire with department headquarters.
 ''What diAh1 tell you?" growlad the veteran Indian fighter, now taking his first turn of any csnseqHence against the mob. You've heard the old say ing, An army of sheep led by lion can whip an army of lions led by sheep,' and that's what's side tracked now at Gunpl9cn,
 And at the very Rement that Nathan was helding back there, alarmed and irrssoluts, with 100 fighting men ready for any duty and chafng at their com mander's inaction, another troop train came steaming into the, station. Two alert, clear eyed, sturdy men in civilian dress sprang from the engine cab, and at sight Of tho foremost the men who had so easily daunted the commanding officer of the first train seemed to slink away. He diyed into the telegraph of fee, spent a few minutes in sending and receiving dispatches, and in that few minutes the platform swarmed, with laughing, shouting, showing, all together hilarious crowd of young fel- lows in loose, Tapping blue blouses and greatcoats, eagerly seeking something anything. to eat or drink. Aboard the first train, far up ahead, was grim silence. Not a soldier showed himself outside the cars. Orders were orders. Around this second train it seemed as though, officers and men in a bunch, the battalion of militia had turned out for a frolic. 1t didn't last long. A grizzled, sharp featured little man in a majors uniform swung off the rear most car and came up the track three ties to the stride, his eyes snapping. So were his words when he got to the plat form. He wasted none till within hail. "Captain Clark, get your men aboard your car instantly. Captain Geisenhei- mer, this is the second time I've spoken to you. Go to the rear car In arrest! Lieutenant Meinecke, take command of the company and the company to the car. told you supper would be ready for all hands at 5 o'clock. It's only 4. Back to the train, every moth er's son of you! Backv' And, some what crestfallsn, somewhat awed and abashed, yet realizing that the little major meant business" back they went, still keeping up the semblance of jocularity by horseplay and racing. Then out came the first of the newly arrived civilians, followed by the youn- ger, silent man.
 "All serene for ten miles anyhow, major, but you might put four of your best men on the pilot and tender. We will be there too. All right, Macr' he sang out to the engineer. s'We push ahead as soon as we get this gang aboard. Look at the regulars train up. the track. They're not struggling all over creationp'
 "No, and they ain't gittin ahead any too fast either" snickered the station agent. "It's taken lem two hours to come 20 miles, and now the caps wait in for orders.''
 '0Then, by gad, that gives US the right of way and the lead," was the gleeful answer. We go on at once. How's that for high, major? Better come forward to the baggage car.''
 Then pandemonium broke loose on the rear troop train The words went from car to car like wildfire that the regulars were side tracked ahead, and ''the boys" as they called themselves, would have the lead. From every door and window one head at least and sometimes two protruded as the engine gathered way and presently rolled past the heavier but shorter train at the water tank. A chorus Of yells of re- joicing, chaf and fun arose from the throats of 300 lively young westerners on their first campaign. Silent, somber faces looked out at them from the oth- CT windows, though occasionally some light hearted Irishman would fling back laughing answer. Three officers stood on the rear platform of the regu- lar train intently eying the oncom- ing engine. The guardsmen on the pi- lot were hanging to their rifles with one hand ana the rail with the other. The tender seemed briGtling with blue coats. The keen, bright eyed face of the railway official was peering forth from the freman's side of the cab, and he waved his hand to the trio. None knew him, but all looked and saw, peering over his shoulder, another face. It was only an instant's glimpse, but flash of recognition leaped into the eyes of the nearmost. He leaned for ward from the step and gazed after them as they rushed. by, regardless of the jocular halls of the crowd in the cars, then, as the engine was shut from view, drew back on the platform once more.
 Whom did I seeY' he repeated in re- ply to question asked by Mr. Tor rance. "Eric Langdon or his ghostv'
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