Bellefonte, Pa., July 15, 1892 WHAT IS A SMILE? What is a smile ? A laten gleam Of sunshine born within the eyes, As water lilies in a stream, Awakened from their long, deep dream, To light arise. What isa smile? A nameless thing, The lack of which a fair face mars, And makes to be like brook or spring No radiant sunlight imaging, No dancing stars. Wha is a smile ? Which tells more with its subtle wile Than tongue could tell throughout all time— Which sets the heart bells in a chime, This is a smile ! ————— FLOATING. Ap airy rhyme ldling and dreaming I lay on my oar, Listlessly watching the lights on the shoe Gleaming and twinkling and trebling there, Miles away through the misty air. Far in the front with their silver-capped crests Rollingalong from the star-jeweled west, Tide-driven waves lap the ripple-kissed sand, Seeking to rest on the breast of the land. Far through the mist of the future, to me, Gleaming more. brightly, it seems I can see, Linnidg the shining and silvery strand, Lights on the shore of another land. Ieling and dreaming, I lay on my oar, Listlessly watching the lights on the shore, — Waldo P, Johnson in July Peterson. n——————— ONLY A TRAMP. He'came to the ‘back door, ragged, dirty, sunburnt as red as & lobster, and above his flaming countenance a shock of palish hair hanging over the light- est of eyes —altogether as unprepossess- ing a specimen of a boy as one would like to encounter. It was the most natural thing in the world, though, that he should have ‘stopped at the “Mevins'place. All the tramps ‘came ‘there—it was so near the ‘depot—and and they all appeared to be consumed with hunger just at that point, so that they could not possibly go ‘on to the village, two miles farther without re- freshment, It was her great objection to the farm, Mrs. Mevins said, its being so near the railroad. All the dreadful people that it scared one even to look at, came straight to the house, and the first thing she knew, they were righ at the kitcken door, looking in on her work. “So that it fairly gave her the tre- mors, sometimes,” she said, “on Rosy’s account more than her own,” for Rosy was just toddling about now and Mrs. Mevins having to do her owa house- work, had not the time to watch her every minute, ‘‘and,”’ as she explained to the neighbors, “what if one of them “Eye-talians,”’who looked fit to murder folks, should come and kidnap Rosy - one of these days! Nothing easier, if he was disposed.” What any of them might want with such an encumbrance as her sturdy little girl of three Mrs. Mevins did not seem to consider. “But even if they were not danger- ous-looking,’”” she said, “they were nui- "sances in the way of interrupting her work, It wasn't that she begrudged the ‘bite of cold vitual’s they asked for —it was the time it took it get it that she minded.” And then, some of them sat down on the doorstep to rest and enliven their way with a bit of a chat, which did not suit at all so busy a woman as Mrs. - Meving; for Dal and Sam being away most of the day, cutting and cording their wood, and “Pa” out at his work in the field, the pest tramps fell solely to her lot. And now, on her busiest day in the week, here was another, aud this time a boy, to make matters worse. For often she could dismiss the men with a bag of scraps and a word or two, but these boys were such hangers on, you couldn’t somehow, get rid of them. This one looked particularly so; as if he might enjoy hanging around indefinitely. Fagged out, thin as a hound, and evidently half-starved; dear, dear! what a bother in the midst of her ironing! “Could he sit there a little while and rest, and could he get some water, and —and—any little leavin’s ot bread or anything 2° : And this with a look as if he would drop in his tracks in a second more. Mrs. Mevins could not fly in the face of duty when it came to the pinch, but she could grumble amazingly be- fore she followed the promptings of her conscience. “You'll have to sit there,” she said grudgingly, “for you don’t look equal to standin’ another minute, anywhere,’ She walked to the cupboard. “Where in the world did you come from and where are you makin’ to, a boy like you!” “He was going to R, to look for work, he said; she notices that he did not say where he came from. “Oh! to the city; well, you’d better “go back to your ma, wherever that “may be; cities ain't a good place for boys o’ your age, anyhow,” she said, as if she had summoned his case up and found the answer in this piece of advice. The boy had sunk down on the doorstep aad was fanning his brow with bis dilapidated hat, mostly brim. He looked beyond protesting great deal against anything. “He didn’t have no mother,” he said in a weakly defensive way. “Could he get the water right now?’ looking vaguely around as if in search of it. Mrs. Mevins came forward with her hands full of odds and ends of cold food, and piling them into his hands, took him by the arm in a business’ like manner. “Here,” she said, pointing with her finger, “I ain’t got time to wait on you. but you see yonder by the fence? There's the well. And shut the doors down again when you've drawn the bucket up; there’s so many young chickens running round here,” some of | ‘em would tumble in, sure, if you left, it opon,” and then she went on with, ber ironing, For, she mentally argued, when he had got the water and rested a spell, he would move on as was his business to. G4 But he did not go; he came back presently and’'sat down again on the door step and there he leaned wearily back agaist the frame of the door and. gazed out over the yard and garden to the field and, perhaps, the sky beyond. Well, she had no time to fool away in talking with him, but Rosy—bless the child Iz=there she was climbing into: ‘the lap of thst tramp boy, jabbering away at the greatest rate, clinging to him, patting him. Mercy! Suppose he bad some dreadful fever! He certain- ly looked like it. “La, Rosy! come here!” cried her mother, and play with the kitten ; i But as Rosy clung to his shoulders obstinately shaking her head and 'say- ing “no, no!” in her most energetic fashion, Mrs. Mevins marched over and gathering her up bodily bore her ‘into the next room where Miss Miran-i dy was, Rosy screaming most lustily! all the way. : : When she returned to the kitchen the tramp-boy had vanished from the doorway. , Thank goodness he was gone then! She had not thought to get rid of him so easily ; he had look- ed so ‘“tuckered out,” and as though Le were incapaple of moving, But as | she congratulated herself she heard a sound as of an ax at the woodpile, and looking out, to her astonishment, there was the boy with one foot steadying a log while he cut away at it as if for dear life. “Well, T want to know!” gasped the woman, as she made her way out to “him ; *‘what are you doing that tor?” The tramp-boy rested his axe in the wood and looked around shamefacedly. “You didn't seem to have much cnt,” he said, hanging his head a little, “and I thought, mebbe, If I chopped up a right smart pile for you, you might'nt mind if 1 stayed and got an- other mouthful of somethin’ when yon had dinner. I—I eat up all that you give me; I come so fur, and—and— and got so hungry.” : Well; it was a bother haying him hanging around the place, but she didn’t know how to refuse such a re- quest as this, There mightn't be any- thing so villainous ‘about a boy that was willing to work for what he got especially when he was as near used up as this one seemed. “You can go on chopping, now you've begun it, though Dal and Sam will be here presently and they always see to that,” she said, not very graci- ously, in truth—and went back to the ouse, When Dal and Sam did come pre- sently they disapproved of the boy at the wood pile. “Pa” said nothing; “Pa” never ‘said anything.” But then Dal generally spoke for the family. “I tell you what,” he remarked as he was leaving the house half an hour later, *‘when he does get his feed, you send him right along, you hear, Ma? We don’t want no tramps around here, pickin’ up things and helpin’ them- selves behind your back to more'n you'll ever find out. There ain’t noth- in’ about this farm me and Sam can’t attend to—and Pa—and if there was, that boy is lazy as the day is long! Jimmy! I wish you’d seen him hand- lin’ that axe as I cameup! I wonder he didn’t cut himself to pieces, the way he held it; I thought ’twould ’er fallen out 0’ his hand every lick! Send him right on—you hear ma ? Don't let him loaf around here all day.” “Naw,” supplemented his brother ‘an’ keepan eye on my rifle yonder, while he’s here; Iain’t ready to part with it, an’ I dare say he’s got some- thin’s in his eye by hangin’ around so.” Since they had mentioned these things, Mrs. Mevins found the tram p- boy very suspicious looking when she called him in to his dinner, She had not asked him to sit down. with the family, because she still heard the sound of the axe at the wood-pile, and he might aswell do all he would; he wasn't going to hurt himself—she had tramps bargain to do such things be- tore, and it was mighty seldom they did not get the best of it. His dinner was worth all this boy had done, she'd ve bound! While he was eating, and “eating like a famished wolf,” she told herself, she stepped to the door and glanced out to the wood-pile. Well, it was a pretty fair job this time; a right good lothe had cut, considering, For he certainly was near done for, when he came, She glanced back at him; well, he didn’t look so very different now. What a great way he must have come, to make him look like that! And then 80 ragged—a low creature that had no doubt stolen something that he had to run away for. He didn’t look as if it were anything like stabbing or shoot- ing'somebody. He was rather harm- less-looking, in that sense; and per- haps if he were taught a lesson now— Mrs. Mevins was a woman that al- ways came to the point in such matters, “I say boy,” she said suddenly, walking up to him and looking him squarely in the eye, ‘what have you done that you have to run oft like this ? Been pickin’ anybody’s pocket, or what was it?” Not a very hospitable remark, cer tainly; but this boy was no visitor—he was only a tramp, and a suspicious looking one at that, though he was young, ““Pickin'—anybody’s pocket!” gasped the” boy at the table, stoppin the fork half way to his mouth, br turning, it possible, redder than ever. That setiled it; a boy with a tell-tale face like that had no need to say’ any- thing, decided Mrs. Mevine. MWell, don't go making it worse by denying it, whatever it was. What's done is done; you can’t better that. But I don’t know-what a boy like you can expect ‘to’ ‘come to if you go about thievin’ an’—"' i A sharp ‘Shriek startled her words away, but it was not from the tramp- boy that she was branding as a thief. It came from the yard in a far, babyish voice, shrill with terror. “Rosy! The well | screamed the wo- man, and she felt her knees giving away beneath her. LES, _ But the tramp-boy, had darted past her like a deer. She stiffened herselt and stumbled blindly after him. As she ran she saw only that one cover to the well was open, but in her disirac- tion she heard another cry, half muff- led from its depths! aad And then she saw another thing—a boy with tousled hair and sunburut face fling open the other door to the well, letting the bucket-rope slip with- in like a flash and winding himeelt around it, down and down, like a squir- rel ! To save her life she could not stir !— and try as she would she could not scream for help, though she saw her husband far oif there in the field. He had not heard or seen, and she could not call him ! Such agony comes rarely enough in a lifetime. As she sunk upon the ground no longer able to stand, she heard a mufiied call. She dragged her- self nearer the well. It wasthe voice of the tramp-boy, “Try—to—wind up—the rope,” came faintly from the depths that she dared uot look into. Distractedly she grasped the wheel. Merciful heaven! she could not move it! Was she going to faint? Oh! this dreadful feeling, as if she were turned to stone! “Quick! try!” sounded a second faint call, She tried with all her might, she could not turn the wheel! Had she had the power she would have shrieked aloud. Allshe could voice was a gasp. For a second moreshe strove, and then “I cannot!” she cried in a hollow voice. And then-all consciousness left her. Her consciousness lett her, and so she did not see the slim, struggling fig- ure of that tramp-boy, well overpowered by his burden of her half-drowned child, crawling, weakly, slowly, inch by inch up the rope; slipping backward from the very feebleness of his clutch, but never letting quite go, through the her- oism of despair ! Slipping and crawling up again, inch by inch, the weary way that he had not dared to undertake while a thought of help remained! Crawling up with an endurance as strong as life—endur- ing not for his own sake, but for the child’s! She did not see how “Pa” Mevins espying her prone upon the ground, had rushed across the field to her, and dis- covered the dreadful thing that had happened; nor how he wound up with trembling hands the rope upon which those two lives hung! And when she came to herself and found her Rosy, her idol, with the color fast coming back to her cheeks, but the poor boy that had saved her life lying white and faint of breath ; when she looked upon his pale, still face and saw how gentle was the mouth, now shut in saddest curves, and in spite of its tenderness, how strong the lines about his lips and chin, it seemed to her like the face of some youthful mar- tyr, wh this boy she had called a thief! With such thoughts she dared not touch him, but sobbed to herself as she rubbed the blood back again into Ro- sy’s little hands and arms, while “Pa” Mevins was doing the same for the lad. And what was “Pa” saying ? “Iv was Sam! The carelessness of that boy almost cost her life—my poor little baby! He leftthe well door open. I saw him and called to him from the field and he said ‘Yes, yes.” I don’t suppose he heard what I said.” And now the boy opened his eyes wearily and half turned his head. “Is—she—safe ?”’ he whispered. “Yes, yea!" cried Mrs. Mevins bro- kenly, but you—you saved her! You saved my Rosy, you did!” A bright smile flitted across the boy’s thin features. “I'm glad—so glad,” he murmured, and added hesitatingly: “But—I'm afraid—I’ll have to stay here-—the rest of the day I feel No greater punishment than those words could he have inflicted upon her. —the woman sobbing besides him; and there on her knees, she fell before him, to pray for pardon ot—that tramp-boy! ———— War at Homestead, The Big Mill of the Carnegies the Scene of a Bloody Conflict—The Union Battles for its Men—The Pinkertons Routed and Many Killed—The Situation Daily Growing More Serious—Goveanor Pattison Calls Out the Militia. The labor trouble which has been brewing at Homestead, just above Pitts- burg, on the Allegheny river as a result of the lockout of the amalgamated asso- ciations steel workers by the Carnegie company. The trouble began several weeks ago when the company refused to sign the amalgamated scale and declared its intention of operating its mill with non- union men if the others did not go to work at the prices it offered. This was the cause of the strike and when the union workers withdrew it was with the intention of not leaving anyone else in- to the mills to take their places. The owners took every precaution to guard their property. = Even going so far as to run electrically charged wires around the fences and place hot water hose at every point where attack was possible. With this system of guarding the place they expected to bring in workmen and keep it going. How well they succeeded wiil be seen later. HoMmusrrap, Pa. July 5.—The Car- negie Steel Company, through its chair- man, H. C. Frick, to-day asked the sheriff of Allegheny County to send 100 deputies to Homestead to protect its great steal plant, Sheriff McCleary went to the works at once with 11 de- puties and left several men there to re- main “inside the barricaded works. Sheriff McCleary: returned this evening, and shortly after he left Homestead the deputies were persuaded to keep c.eur of the trouble and all of them returned to Pittsburg. This hasty departure was no doubt due to the ominous reception the deputies got. It was between 5and 6 in the af- ternoon when the evening express pull- ed up in front of Munhall Station and a crowd of fully 2000 excited men were massed on the road bed and platform. Among the first passengers to alight was Sheriff McCleary’s right hand man. Deputy Sheriff Samuel H. Cluly and 10 deputies. The travelers were quickly recognized by the assembled As if inspired by an er im- pulse. deputies and a man stepped up to them and said: “Gentlemen, what 1s your business here 77’ Cluly answered, “We are deputy sheriff, and our instructions are to pro- ceed to the Homestead Steel Works with all possible speed.” “You fellows will never get to the gates alive,” shouted some one in the crowd, and his words were cheered by his comrades. The crowd was in an ugly mood. When the leader order- ed that a path be cleared those in front fell slowly back and a narrow lane was cleared. The secretary of the Carnegie Com- pany said this morning that if at the first of next week the 700 men at Homestead who went out with the men from sym- pathy had not refurned, their places would be filled wita other workmen, and the repairs begun at once. It was stated this morning that Man- ager Potter and about 20 of hii support- ers are away in different cities, presum- ably searching for the 260 skilled work- ers, without whom it would be impossi- ble to start the mill, A PLEA TO THE GOVERNOR. The business men of Homestead to- night sent a petition to Governor Patti- son asking him to come to Homestead and investigate matters. The steel workers of Homestead are organizing a Republican-Democratic club, or a poli- tical organization of Republican steel workers, to vote the Democratic ticket. The advisory committee expects 800 voters to join the club, all of whom, it is proposed, shall vote against high fences and high tariff. To-morrow the third conference be- tween the wage committee of the Alma- mated Association and the iron manu- factursrs will be held. With the hope of starting the mill with non-union workmen everything possible which could offered conven- lence and if necessary furnished them subsistence without leaving the place was arranged. HomesTEAD, July 6.—Fort Frick has received its baptism of blood. With the breaking of dawn the bullets flow thick as hail in the search for human targets when 800 deputies attempted to land from boats at the Carnegie steel works. Fierce engagements with the strikers followed, in which a number of men were killed and wounded. Hundreds of invaders were met by thousands of locked out workers. No- body stopped to inquire whether the newcomers were deputy sheriffs, Pinker- ton detectives or nonunion laborers. The Tide arrived here just as day was breaking, The Horner, with its two flats, landed in front of the pumphouse of the Homestead mill. A volley of shot was fired as the boat was landing, and for half an hour there was a con- stant firing. Two of the Homesteaders were injured, At b5o'clock it was reported that seven of the strikers had been shot, sev- eral fatally. The moment the Pinker- ton men opened fire the crowd grouped on the bank fell back and clambered over the heap of rubbish and rushed to- wards the big trestle leading to the rail- road bridge. Probably 300 of the men stood their ground and returned fire with their revolvers on the oncoming detec- tives. These shots did little or no apparent damage, and the plucky little band, finding their weapons ineffective, slowly fell back before the withering fire of the Winchesters. THE FIRST SHOT FIRED. The first shot of the engagement came from the barge. It was aimed at a big Hungarian who stood at the water’s edge. The bull went wide of its human target, but it was the signal to the Pink- erton men to begin and for a full ten minutes they continued to fire. The first man to fall was Martin Merry, a heater in one of the mills. He was shot in the left side and fell face downward on a pile of ashes. Close behind Merry stood a Hungarian. He stooped over Merry’s prostrate body, and as he was in the act of raising him he staggered and an instant later fell by the side of his comrade. This bloody spectacle roused the drooping spirits of the crowd, and with a hoarse cheer half a dozen men rushed to the.place where Merry and the Hun- garian lay. They picked them up and carried them behind the trestle. One of the rescuers, a Welshman, who refused to give his name, was shot in the left leg just as he raised Merry’s head from the ground. Merry and the Hungarian were carried over the trestle to the rail- road tracks and thentaken to the office of Dr. Purman on Dixon street. The doctor, after a hurried examination, an- nounced that both men would probably die. It was said that four more of the strik- ers were wounded, .and two of them very seriously, but they were spirited away by their friends and it was impos- sible to get their names. At first the strikers retreated, and for a moment it looked as though they were completely routed, but the men quickly rallied, and although they re- tired from the immediate vicinity of the boats they held their own, and by sheer weight of numbers compelled the deputies to proceed with caution. Up to this time no one had attempt ed to leave the boat, but suddenly forty or more of the invaders attempted to jump ashore. : The strikers responded with a sharp volley, and go thick and fast came the bullets that the deputies retired to tle semiprivacy of the lower deck. It was in this attempt to force the fighting that the Pinkerton men sus: tained their most serious lose, Their captain was carried to the pilot house of the steamboat. One of his men said that although the wound was serious it was not fatal, Directly after this epi- sode both sides rested fora few mo- ments, and then, after another sharp volley, which did little or no damage to either side, hostilities ceased for the time. One of the officers of the Pink- EE a erton men quartered on the boat just announced at 6 o'clock that his party would endeavor to enter the mills. ANOTHER COLLISION. At 7:45 o’clock there was another - collision between the workmen and i the crowd closed in on the | the fire of the strikers. their adversaries, the Pinkertons. This { time the strikers scored first blood by pulace. | firing a volley at the boats. Four of Pinkerton’s men dropped in their tracks but their associates quickly ieturned Then after a few moments of indis- criminate firing on both sides the skir- mish ended. The victim of this ap- parently unpremeditated collision was Henry Streigle, a lad eighteen years of age,who was formerly employed at the works as a helper. He was shot through the left breast and lived only a few moments, The strikers then busily went con- structing a stout barricade of steel bars as a line of defense, situated on the bank overlooking the spot were the boats were arnchored. Behind this barrier of steel was a cannon, antique as to pattern, but still capable of doing serious damage if called upon. With this cannon the strikers said they would open fire on the float of the enemy before noon. The Pinkerton men suffered severe loss in this last en- gagement. THE SECOND FIGHT. At 11:30 a. m. the boat Little Bill, which towed the bargesto Homestead, was seen coming down the river, The appearance of the boat was a signal along the river front for renewed activ- ity both on and off the barges. “She's ‘coming to take the barges away |” : As the boat came nearer it was seen that she contained a squad of armed men, who were lined up on the side next the Homestead mills. When op- posite the converting department the pen on the boat opened fire on those on the shore. For ten minutes firing continued, the Pinkertons on the barges joining the men on the boat in the shooting. The men on the bank re- turned fire from behind the furnace stacks, Several men on the boats were seer to fall. No one on shore was injured by the firing, The Little Bill made an attempt to tie up with thejbarges,but owing to the shower of bullets the towboat pass- ed down the river, leaving the occu- pants of the barges in very uncomfort- able quarters. The attempt to set fire to the barges did not prove successful by the raft process and another at- tempt was made. From the converting department of the mill to the edge of the river where the barges are moored, runs a switch. On this was run a car filled with bar- rels of oil, lumber and waste. To this a light torch was applied and the car cut'loose. The flames sprang up a dis- tance of a hundred feet while great volumes of smoke rolled heavenward. The car of fire rushed down the steep incline in the direction of the barges. e Just then the steamer Little Bill pulled in between the barges and the shore, but on reaching the water the car of fire came to a stop. The heat however, was intense, and the little steamer was soon smoking hot. All this time a continuous fire was kept up from the Winchesters by both sides and it is estimated that 1,000 shots were exchanged. For some unknown reason those in charge of the cannon on the opposite shore did not fire a shot during the battle. The steamer Little Bill, which had evidently received a fresh supply of am- munition and re-enforcements of Pink- ertons continued down the river. An effort will he made to have those on board placed under arrest when the boat reaches Lock No.1. A 10-pound cannon has just been planted at the main entrance to the mill. | The situation is quiet, though the battle is likely to be renewed at any moment. "At 12 o'clock Chairman H. C. Frick of the Carnegie Steel company, again refused to confer with his locked out men at Homestead. At2:10 the Pinkerton men ran up a flag of truce on their barges, but it was not recognized by the workmen on theshore. When it became known this after- noon that Sheriff McCleary and a posse were en route to Homestead many of the men shook their heads and cast significant looks at each oth- er. Burgess McCluckie,’'when told of the latest turn of affairs, said : “If the sheriff and his deputies come here and show that their intentions are to preserve peace without resorting to violence, and there will be no trou- ble. If the deputies make an attempt to interfere with the men, we regret the events of the morning as much as as any one, there may be trouble. “It the deputies attempt to follow the same plan of action as adopted by the Pinkertons, it is hard to tell what the result will be, as the men are be- coming more desperate every minute and are determined not to submit to the violent tactics of last night,” 22 KILLED, MANY BADLY WOUNDED. Homesteap, July 6.—The list of killed as near as can be ascertained at midnight js as follows: Martin Foy, John Morris, Jules Markowski, Jo- seph Tupper, Henry Stroigel, Peter Heise. David Davis, Robt. Foster, W. Johnston, J. H. Kline, Jos. Supper, two unknown Hungarians, nine Pink- erton detective, whose names have not been learned, as most of them were known by numbers. Following is a list of the injured : Fred H. Hind, chief of detectives, shot in leg; David Lester, detective, shot in the head, not serious; Russell Wells, the detective, shot in leg; J. C. Hoffman, detective ; G. W. Rutter, steel worker shot in hip; Lawrence Kughty steel worker thigh broken ; unknown Pole, shot in knee; John McCurry, watchman on: Little’ Bill, shot 1n groin, da erou.’ . Andrew 8 , Joseph Sesido, W. ‘Wallace, Michael Murray, John Kane Harry Hughes, Captain Haney, an un- caused’by yesterday's riot. knowu man. Miles Laughlin, seriously injured. John Cain, shot through the leg. _ Andrew Seuyler, shot through the knee, The imprisoned Pinkertons say that seven of tneir men were killed out- right and eleven wounded. They be- lieve several dead men were thrown © off the little hill into the river. The number of Pinkertons now locked up is 234. The homes of the detectives are Chicago, 120; New York 75; Philadelphia 25 ; remainder, neighbor- hood of Brooklyn: The coroner of Allegheny county is here making pre- parations for an inquest and the sheriff is expected before morning. J. W. Kline, a detective, died in hospital: After the Pinkertons left their boats the barges were burned to the water. For fully an hour these men and wom- en had stood and waited for the cap- tives, and as natural sequence, they were in no pleasant humor, Great. clouds of yellow dust heralded the ad- vancing colamn over the hill. There was a moment of perfect silence, as sol- emn ag 1it was portentious, and then! came mighty cheers, followed by a per- fect storm of hisses and cat calls. WHEN THE STORM BROKE. The line never faltered. The leaders knew that that haman gauntlet must be passed, come what would, and wise- ly decided that the best plan was to proceed with all possible speed. The armed escort met with an ovation, and the first batch of prisoners, who were at the very heels of the rear ranks, man- aged to escape the attention. of the crowd. Bat for the line of bleeding men that followed them the conditions were not so pleasant, A tall, handsome woman, in a blue calico gown, began the trouble by throwing a handful of dust right in the eyes of one of the prisoners. The man stopped in his tracks and uttered a groan of agony. “My God ! I’m blinded !” he moaned. “Serves you right you dirty cur!’” replied his fair assailant, as she pulled from the pocket of her gown a bit of Jagged stone:and hurled it with crush- Ing force at the suffering man, The stone struck him in the mouth, and although he was six feet tall and weighed at least 200 pounds, he fell face downward on the road. Two of the guards raised him to his feet and led him away. This man was badly hurt, the blood gushing from an ugly wound in his right cheek, and four of his teeth were shattered, Despite the pleading of the guards and the protests of the few conserva- tive men, the mob vented its spleen on the dazed and wounded prisoners. Men were knocked down, pounded with clubs and stones, and women spat in their faces and tore their clothing, amid screams, cheers and hisses. It was a perfect pandemonium, A large guard remained in front of the rink, ‘where ‘the Pinkertons were caged. . A report was received that the Little Bill was coming up the river again and then another that there was a barge coming from Pittsburg. The guard on the river bank was doubled, the other men slept in confidence that thecompany was too thoronghly thwar- ted to at once send more men. Be- sides, the strikers think it exceedingly improbable that the firm could get more men just now for guards. It is certain that this morning many homes in Homestead are arsenals, for the men captured 500 rifles in the barges and they know how to use them, too; and will do so if other men are brought here. They do not look upon this as a decisive contest and expect other bat- ‘tles. The chiet event of the night was the removal of the Pinkertons to Pittsburg. It was about midnight when a special (train on the Pittsburg Virgmia & Charleston railroad brought up six empty coaches and a deputy sheriff. President Weihe and President elect Garland had been looking for the train; they were auxiously expecting it, for the keeping of the guards here another day would have been dangerous, When the train arrived about 100 men had gathered about the rink. Inside the ‘Pinkertons were in deadly fear of an- other outbreak and possibly of lynching Their fear increased when about forty of the sturdiest steel workers entered the hall. The crowd outside was not good-humored, but it was quiet. A leader of the men came out and said: “Boys, we are going to send the Pink- ertons away. Many claim they were deceived 1n coming here. They are all hurt and crippled, many dangerously. Do not repeat the scenes of this after- noon. I want to hit from the shoulder here, none of the men who went to the front hit unarmed people from. the rear, as cowards did this afternoon. “A voice from the crowd: “That's right: we'll protect them.” resideat Weihe made a speech in a similar strain and asked assistance for the crippled guards. This wae offered. The guards came out pale and appre- hensive: but not one was molested on his way to the train, Then as it pulled out three hearty cheers were given and the crowd dispersed. After that Home- stead went asleep until this morning. The men are now looking around for traitors in their ranks, and it is stated that at least two who kept the insur- gents informed of the reception await- ing them have been spotted. REPAIRING THE DAMAGE, Howmesteap. Pa., July 7-—FHome- stead is strangely silent this morning. It is the quiet of the sober afterthought. The leaders are wondering what. will be the next step. The men are bath- ing their wounds or preparing to bury the dead. Except for large crowds of sightseeers the town would he more than normally still. The leaders of the men propose at once to have the fence on the Carnegie property” ‘rebuilt and also to repair all other damage This will be done to prevent suits for damages from the company. The old guards were secured by the men and placed on duty to again look after the company’s [ Continued on 6th page.]
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