The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1905-10-22

his Office, and then sat all night at the
bedside OF his dying boy. One morn
ing his CHER clerk, Wyllie. saw him
standing on the platform of the freight
sheds, surrounded by sullen strikers
smiling and talking with the general
superintendent. The secretary was
pleased, for he guessed that the boy
must be better. But when, after re-
ceiVing some instructions about mat
ters Of business, he ventured to ask.
Mar. Stones answer was: oh, the
boys dead Yes. he died last night,
just after l got home
The secretary tried 20 stammer
some word Of coincidence. but the gen
eral manager waved him aside, sWal-
lowing hard. Yes, Wyllie,' lie said,
Just so. l say. Wyllie. if any one calls
= the Office, just say that the boy is
dead, that the end was painless, and
that-thats all, Wyllie,' he jerl1ed. I
Shdnt be at the office today
The chief clerk thought, Of course.
that he would so home. but he did not
He remained all day long at the freight
sheds, lighting burly freight wrestlers
and doing his hest 20 take care of the
property and the business Of the com
pany When night came he went home.
and he sat and watched. and Wept by
the side OF the small Casket But that
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was at East St. Louis, at the time of
the Martin Irons riots. that he showed
the greatest heFOIsm 1 have ever seen
displayed. Every day for nearly two
weeks the mob had marched through
the freight yards, clubbing every one
who seemed not to symUathize with
them and terrOriZing those who wanted
Ia work. Finally, Mr.. Stone, who was
then general manager OF the Burling-
ton. came down 10 st. Louis TO try
and start the wheels Of commerce that
had been stopped by the strikers. Not
a pound of freight had left St Louis
or East ST. Louis for ten days. Mr.
Stone sent word to the shippers to
send over their teams and the company
would undertake to protect them and
the men.
About 10 o'clock a boat load Of
transfer teams left the Missouri shore.
and steamed across To the freight
yards OF the O. and Alton. The mo-
inent the mob caught sight of the boat.
they raised the WaT-WhOOp and bore
down upon the shore As they APP
preached the landing and began TO
stone the boat, MCCheSuey, q deputy
sher!n Mr. Stone, and his superinten-
dent, Mr.. Brown now general man
ager of the Burlington, each era bbet
Cd rf0teV, and ! followed the good ex-
ample, And We each held a six
shooter 10 our prisoners ear. Stone
seemed 60 have singled out the biggest
ana toughest looking man I'm the mob.
The fellow showed heht, and / saw
stones face go pale. saw his hand grip
the self-aCting revolver until the ham
1ner raised from the cartridge. My
man stood quiet-much quieter than
was, for l was watching the hammer
of Stones revolver and the little space
that was narrowing between that
rough and eternity
The mob, seeing the four men held
with reviewers 10 their heads, turned
aud swept back up the bank, bent on
rescuing the prisoners. There were at
least 400 men to do the rescuing, and
. confess that / saw nothing for us but
n brief fight and death. Holding his
man at arms length Stone leveled his
revolver at the mob, and called uDon
them TO stand back, at the same time
displaying the big badge that pro-
claimed him an officer of the law But
the badge had the same effect upon
them that red nag would have on d
barn full Of buds. With q horrible,
blood chilling yell, they came on.
Again 1 saw Stones hand grip the
pistol stock, and saw the hammer draw
back ike q deadly serpent about TO
strike. Just at that moment we heard
a voice close behind us cry. Lie down,
otnAt- Glbp 10 tue EIoullut II was
the voice of the BurliugtOn's superiu-
tendent of bridges. We all released
our prisoners and fell upon our knees,
and instantly the bridgeman and
tWenty-nine other men pointed thirty
glistening rifles over our heads and at
the mob. The effect was wonderful.
Those savages fell back. tunbiing over
one another and rolling almost down 20
the Waters edge.
After that we held the field for two
hours. About noon Mr.. Stone said that
the mob had become altogether too
quiet: they were plotting mischief. He
sent superintendent Brown down the
river with instructions 10 get into a
telegraph office near tire east end Of
the bridge and report the situation. I
stood under the bridge and saw Brown
walk past and out into a little open
space. Here he stopped 10 watch the
manoeuvres Of mob who were rap
idly forming near the Louisville & |