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 !
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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.
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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!
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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
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