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Bellefonte, Pa., September 13, 1901.
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A SENSIBLE SUGGESTION.
“An’ 50,” said Uncle Hiram, “you're a-feelin
mighty blue
Because the girl you learned to love has made a
fool o’ you?
You're wrestlin’ with the dumps, 1 see, an’
like as not you've cried—
Of course you wouldn't own
thought o’ suicide !
My boy, I used to see Blll Jones a-bettin’ on
some race
Day after day ; the hoss he picked each time in
second place,
Er maybe third, till Bill at last would say, with
feeble smile : .
I'll quit-a-backin’ favorites an’ play the field
awhile I’
to that—an’
«igome silly sort o’ sentiment had prompted
him to bet
A lot 0’ good hard dollars that he hasn't won
back yet.
He'd pick a hoss whose beauty had jes’ some-
how turned his head,
An’ bet the opposition t' a standstill, so it's
said. i
He'd back the steed for something that he
knowed he couldn’t do,
A-goin’ ’gaiust all precedent an’ better jedg-
ment, t00;
An’ then he’d up an, say ; ‘I guess it’s time to
change my style ;
I'll quit a-backin’ favorites an’ play the field
awhile!” ;
“An’ say, my boy! Bill Jones one time to me
this thought revealed,
¢There’s lots more chance 0° winnin’ if a feller
plays the field.’
An’ affection’s much like racin’ when fer beauty
you would choose ;
The man who backs a favorite is mighty apt to
lose.
His jedgment’s warped by roguish eyes, red
cheeks, an’ pretty hair.
He stakes his all on winnin’ an’ he loses in
despair :
An’ so, I wouldn’t suicide ; I'd live an’ change
my style—
I'd quit a-backin’ favorites an’ play the field
awhile!”
—Puck.
THE BREACH MENDER.
Bobbie Grant, road commissioner of
Platte township—several years before he
made the race for the Legislature, Nebraska
—was out one July. morning before sun-
rise putting half a dozen new planks in the
flooring of Long Bridge. Ae he whistled
and hammered, thinking what a gloriously
comfortable beginning was allotted a most
uncomfortable hot day and wondering how
he conld manage to take a solid fusion dele-
gation to the State convention, he caught
the sound of hoof-beats on a distant span of
the bridge. The commissioner paused,
hammer up-lifted.
‘Who in Sam Hill,’’ says he, ‘‘can it be
gallopin’ over the bridge at sun-up like a
duke in a piece of poetry? Walk your
horses over the bridge,’ said the commis-
sioner with a fine show. of offended au-
thority to a 20-penny nail he was driving.
Then, pricking up his ears again, ‘‘Why,
damme, it’s a pair.” He then stood up
and craned his neck for a glimpse of the
riders, but the trees on the intervening isl-
ands cut off the view. Straightening and
breathing deep of the tonic air, he glanced
up and down the river along and over the
green labyrinth of islands, to the corn-
covered ridges against the eastern sky-line.
“A fine mornin’ for a ride—but I’ll find
‘em.”” The approaching hoof-beats were
twice silenced on the sands of the interven-
ing islands, and when they sounded again
Grant looked and saw the riders entering
upon his span of the bridge.
‘‘How now? By Billy—yes sir, sure’s
taxes, a woman. So! They see me now—
that’s right, whoa, but yon’re too late.”
Bobbie went on nailing and wondered
what his lively couple would say, first, to
a $5 fine each, and second, to a half hour’s
wait while he got the torn up planks re-
placed. The riders reined in upon discov-
ering the commissioner and drew their
mounts side by side. On still nearer view
they appeared to be talking in low voices,
and the interested Bobbie could make out
that the man seemed to be reassuring his
companion, having reached and taken pos-
gession of her whip hand. This tender
conjunction was dissolved, however, upon
close approach to the busy’ commissioner,
who opened his eyes in surprise as he recog-
nized the young fellow. He had been in
his mind that same minute. ‘‘Here he is
now,’ said he to himself; ‘‘think about the
—grasshopper and you hear the rustle of
his wings. But I say if Dave and his gal’s
in a hurry I can fix up that little split in
the party right here this morning.”’ He
began to whistle and bent over his work.
t*Why, hello, Bob! What the dickens—
have we got to wait?’’
“‘Onless you can jump it, Dave,’’ replied
Bobbie, with the convincing satisfaction of
the cool observer in the presence of the
flarried. He looked from young Dave Mor-
ton to the girl at his side. ‘‘One o’ the
Bracken gals, ain’t you?’’ said he. The
girl blushed and hesitated. ‘‘Thought so,’
said the commissioner.
‘‘Can’t we get across, Mr. Grant ?’’ asked
the girl, finding her courage.
Bobbie looked upat her, down in to
gap in the bridge floor. He said nothing the
and began to whistle. In ordinary circum-
stances Bob’s answer to a question was as
quick and emphatic as the answer of gun- |
ap to trigger. The young couple noted
this with a foreboding trouble; such delib-
eration on Bobbie's part meant scheming
of some sort. The horses champed their
bits and stamped on the bridge impatient-
y.
“‘Y'in a hurry. to get to town?’ asked’
Bobbie significantly, jerking his long
whiskers in the direction of Platteville.
Dave was young and thought hest to steer
round so inclusive a question.
“Oh, we're just taking a morning ride
and want to get over before the sun comes
up hot. Can’t you lay ’em temp’rar’ly
and let us over ?’ inquired the young gal-
lant with ill-feigned calmness.
Bob’s answer was another question on
quite a different sabjeet. Back of his par-
ticipation in the dialogue, his simple mind
had been busy with the affairs of the great
political party of which be was a devoted
member. The young man now before him
was the leader of a small but dangerous
conservative faction in Vista county. This
faction liad made trouble in the past and
were supposed. to be concocting trouble for
the county convention near at hand. If
Vista’s delegation to the State convention,
to be chosen by. this. county convention,
should he divide, it wogld mean. danger to
every plan and principle and candidate of,
the People’s party all the way up: the line
in county, Staté and pation... .. =
“Dave,” said Bob ie, eantiously, but
looking squarely up in Dave’s eyes, ‘‘what
at the convention next month? Slavin, o’
your township, was in Saturday, and he
talked as rambunxious as ever. Now I-"
‘Christopher Moses, Boh! I’ve got no
time to talk polities this morning. Can't
you see ?”’
“Dave,you’re wastin’
move in a minute, Provided.”
¢Oh, hash your ‘provided,’ Bab, let os
over.”
The lanky Populist raised his eyebrows
and set another nail for driving. The girl
turned .in the direction they bad come.
The sun was lifting above the ridges, and
through a gap where the road began its
long winding descent to the river a third
rider came into view. The girl uttered a
little suppressed scream. ~ “‘Father $2 she
gasped.
a God’s sake, Bob!’ cried young
Morton.
“Keep cool, my children, he’s two mile
away yet. Keep ca’m and trust to Bobbie
Grant. Now, look here, you Dave, you're
too darned good a fellow to be left kickin’
against the counsels of the party. It you
weren’t such a bright pop’lar chap, you
couldn’t do us any harm, but as she stands,
my boy, if I help you now, you’ve got t0
help me later, do yom see?’ Dave was
desperate. ‘Well, anything, only hurry.”
‘There's no hurry. But what I was get-
tin’ at was just this; you carry the votes
o’ three townships in your overalls’ pock-
et.”’ Bob began laying the boards loose
over the repair gap. ‘‘Now I want you
fellows to behave when you come down
here to this convention. ’Taint for my
good, you can see that—it’s for the party’s
th)
‘Well, choke that stamp speech. Bob, I
can hear the old man on the far end of the
bridge. He'll be np with us in half a giffy.
Hurry up and get that last board laid.”
“Now, Dave, don’t get excited, and
remember, this old bridge—built by our
ald party, by the bye—is a clean mile long.
And ther’s just one other little matter.
I'll have to fine you two for breaking
through the regulation about walking your
horse over the bridge.
Dave protested.
. “I’ve got to do it, my boy. When Bob-
bie Grant is Road Commissioner the regula-
tions have got to be enforced, do you
see? But you can pay the fine—ten dol-
lars—when you get back from the honey-
moon—jyou’ll need what you’ve got about
you, Dave, for the preacher, I guess. Do
you see?”
Young Morton groaned. ‘‘Fraid you've
killed that part of it, Bob,”’ said he sul-
lenly. ‘‘The old man’s got us now, for
certain.”
“Never you worry about the old man.
This bridge ain’ fixed yet. I'll let him
wait exactly one hour by the sun, and if
you two ain’t hitched by that time, you
don’t deserve to be, that’s all.”’
“Oh, you beautiful man!’ cried the
young woman, beaming down upon Bob’s
rough face. ‘And if you will just con-
vince him that it’s all right, and that Dave
is just the man for me you'll be simply an
angel.”’
Bobbie cast his eye deliberately along
the bridge, and adjusted the last board.
“Clippit now I’ he commanded, stepping
to one side.
The riders were past him before the
words were out of his mouth, and the same
instant a white prairie orchid, tossed from
somewhere, lodged in the folds of his cross-
ed arms. In Nebraska the wild orchid is
the bride's flower in its season. He took
up the blossom and placed the stem he-
tween his lips, beginning to whistle ‘‘Cot-
ton Eyed Joe,’ and watched the runaways
until they left the bridge at the town-
ward end and disappeared around the
bend behind a grove of cottonwoods. Then
he heard hoof-beats behind him. Without
looking in that direction, he stooped and
began taking up the loose boards, at the
same time changing his tune to ‘‘Hold the
Fort For I am Coming ”—By George
Beardsley, Daily Story Publishing Company.
Hail to the Oyster.
The dealers along the wharves are enthu-
giastic about the prospects for the new sea-
son of the oyster which has opened.
On September first, the Absecon, Cape
May and Cape Shore beds are abandoned,
and the product of the Maurice River Cove
appears. The latter is the Delaware Bay
oyster, which is taken from this body of
water, transplanted to the brackish water
of Maurice River, and then laid out to fat-
ten. The first arrivals, those which the
dealer terme ‘‘samples,’”’ have given rise to
the optimistic prophecies concerning the
winter trade. They are in quality more
superior to the oyster we have received for
many years past. This good fortune is not
confined to the Maurice River Cove; the
oysters from all parts of Delaware Bay, in-
cluding the Western Shore, hoasting of the
same exceptional quality.
For three months, September, October
and November, the epicure feasts on the
Delaware Bay product. By a happy pro-
vision of nature, at the end of November,
the cove oysters hegin to show a decline in
quality, while the Chesapeake product is
fast approaching its greatest perfection in
readiness to. supplant
oyster, the beds of which remains untouch-
ed after December first.
of the Chesapeake—the York, Rappabannock
and James rivers, are utilized for the
transplanting of the oysters of Chesapeake
Bay. At the mouths of these rivers the
oysters are
this variety that holds goods until spring
when the summer oyster appears.
A dealer at the wharf who is familiar
with the various kinds of oysters, says that
he can tell, ata glance, from the shape
and color of the shell, into which river they
have beeu transplanted. A very fine va-
riety of salt
same time as the Chesapeake Bay, is a pro-
duct of Chincoteague Bay, Virginia, which
accounts probably for the fact that numer-
ous oyster dealers along the wharf claim
this locality as their native place.
Fell 80 Feet and Lives.
Summer @irl Tumbles Down a Gorge
Catskills. ]
Miss Caroline Schroeder, of Brooklyn,
who is summering at Laurel House, Cats-
kill mountains, was precipitated 80 feet in
to the gorge of the
nesday afternoon,
unhurt. She fell among a dense
balsam and sustained only a few bruises.
The rains of the past few days have
swollen the torrent which forms the fa-
mous Kaaterskill Falls,
es over a precipice 280 feet in height, and
on one side of the gorge is a shelf-rock *
iss
Schroeder ventured too near the edge of
ting out 80 feet helow the summit.
the gorge, lost her balance and fell.
r unconscious body was raised by a
rope to the top of the cliff. A physician
summoned from the hotel said she had been
are you over-thesriver fellows goin’ to do
badly braised by the fall, but that she had
suffered no serious injury:
your own valuables
time. Now just you let me manage this
confab, and you and your lady’ll be on the
the Delaware
The tributaries
laid on floats to fatten, and it is
ter, which comes about the
in the
Kaaterskill Falls, Wed-
but was rescued almost
owth of
The water plung-
President McKinley, while holding a
public reception in the Temple of Music a$
the Pan-American exposition in Buffalo on
Friday afternoon at 4 o’clock, was shot
twice by Leon Czolgosz a Polish anarchist.
The first bullet struck him on the upper
breast hone, glancing and not penetrating
and was removed within five minutes after
the physicians reached the President. The
second bullet penetrated the stomach and
remains embedded in his back. The Presi-
dent was removed immediately to the
Emergency hospital on the grounds and at
6 o'clock Drs. Matthew D. Mann, Dr. John
Parmenter and Dr. Johu Herman Myuter
opened up the abdomen and probed for the
second ballet. It was not found, however,
and it was deemed best to close up the in-
cision and wait until the President showed
some indications of recovery. He was un-
der the influence of anaesthetic for over an
hour and was shortly afterwards removed
to the Milburn home on Delaware Avenue,
where he and Mrs. McKinley were guests.
The attempted assassination created intense
excitement and it is very likely that the
would-be murder would have. been killed
on the spot if President McKinley had not
requested ‘‘Let no one hurt him.”
After his speech of Thursday and his vis-
it to the fire works at the exposition Thurs-
day night, the Fresident and Mrs. McKin-
ley went to President Milburn’s house,
tired out. They arose early Friday, and at
9:20 o'clock were at Niagara Falls, going at
once to Lewiston, where the party arrived
at 9:50 o’clock.
There was a crowd of excursionists at the
dock waiting to take the Toronto boat, but
the President’s coming had evidently not
been noised about, and he and his escort
attracted no extraordinary attention.
At Lewiston the party boarded four
special trolley cars.of the GorgeRoute, and
were whisked up along the river bank to
Niagara Falls without making a stop.
Alighting at Main and Second streets,
twenty five carriages were waiting to take
the President and party on a short tour of
the city. Major Butler, of Niagara Falls;
General S. M. Welzh and Captains Pagan,
Chapin and White, of the Sixty-fifth Regi-
ment, acted as escort.
The President was driven to the steel
arch bridge and then back to the Interna-
tional hotel, where Mrs. McKinley alight-
ed to take a rest -until the rest of the party
returned for luncheon.
The party were then driven through Pros-
pect Park, around to Goat Island, return-
ing to the International hotel, where u
cold luncheon was served. After luncheon
the power house was visited. From there
the party returned to the Pan-American
Exposition grounds.
PARTY AT EXPOSITION GROUNDS.
The exposition grounds were reached at
3 o’clock and the party went at once to the
Temple of Music. Mrs. McKinley, feeling
fatigued, went to the Milburn home where
they were stopping. .
The reception of the President was one
to which the general public had been in-
vited. President John G. Milburn, of the
Exposition had introduced the President to
the great crowd in the Temple and men,
women and children came forward for a
personal greeting.
This was the first distinctively public
function at which the President appeared,
except his address to 50°000 people on the
Esplanade on Thursday. A large crowd
awaited him. The people were banked in
on the Esplanade around to the entrance of
the Temple of Music. They made way for
his carriage, and as it approached cheered
The President walked into the main en-
trance holding the arm of President Mil-
burn, of the Pan-American Exposition.
The usual company of distinguished guests
and diplomats followed.
The Temple of Music was empty as he
entered and took his stand to the right of
the main aisle under the east gallery of
the auditorinm. He stood facing thesouth
with President Milburn and the company
of distinguished men. The only member
of the Cabinet at his side was Secretary of
Agriculture, James Wilson, who had ac-
companied him to she Falls. ;
The crowd was admitted as soon as the
President had taken his stand, and walked
in regular line from the main door of the
building. A half dozen detectives stood
around the President narrowly watching
the approach of the people. :
For more than balfan hour the line pass-
ed slowly, each one in it feseiving a hearty
handshake and a pleasant word as they
passed. i
The assassin in this line easily passed the
strict scrutiny of the Secret Service men.
There was nothing in his appearance to in-
dicate hjs parposs. Well dressed, well ap-
pearing, he silently bided his time.
Not a muscle or an eyelash quivered as
step by step he neared the unconscious ob-
jeot of his blood-lust. One hand wrapped
in a large white handkerchief he carried as
if it were injured.
Underneath, deftly concealed, he held a
short, self action 32 calibre revolver,his fin-
ger on the trigger. :
As the murmured words, denoting the
President’s place grew louder, he straight-
ened up, but still displayed no sign of
nervousness.
Had he made one suspicious sign there
were men in watching who would have de-
tected it, and his place in the line would
have been vacant.
The woman ahead of him grasped the
President’shand. With expertness born of
experience the motion that took her hand
moved her along, and the murderer and his
victim were face to face. 3
GREETS ASSASSIN WITH SMILE.
With a smile the President’s right hand
was quickly extended, his lips parted to
utter the conventional words of greeting.
The hand of the other man was a 5
but before their fingers touched there came
‘two quick reports that echoed through the
great building. ?
PRESIDENT McKINLEY SHOT
While Holding a Public Reception at the Exposition in Buffalo
._Second Shot Went Through the Stomach and Lodged
Back of It--Anarchist’s Crime--Prisoner Gave Two
Names--Said He Had Done His Duty--Hid Revolver
in Handkerchief, Fired as the President Reach-
ed Out to Shake His Hand--Mrs. McKinley's
~ Condition—The Assassin’s Confession.
The President staggered back, a shriek
went up from the great crowd.
“The President's shot !”’
In an instant there was an uproar. Five
ten, fifteen, twenty blue clad soldiers
sprang forward.
The President fell into the arms of se-
cret service inspector Ireland, who was just
baek of him, and President Milburn, Secre-
tary Cortelyoun and half a dozen exposition
officials assisted him to a chair. His face
was very white but he made no outery and.
he was the coolest man in all the multitude.
In the hall women were fainting and
screaming in hysterics, a thousand men
were plunging forward, rage crazed shout-
ing :
“Lynch him, the assassin! Lynch him!
Tear him to pieces !"’
HIS FIRST THOUGHT FOR HIS WIFE.
He looked up into President Milburu’s
face and gasped ‘‘Cortelyou.’” The Presi-
dent’s secretary bent over him.
“‘Cortelyou,’”’ said the President, ‘‘my
wife. Be careful about her. Don’t let her
know.”’
Moved by pain he writhed to the left,
and then his eyes fell on the prostrate form
of his would-be murderer. Czolgosz lay on
the floor, helpless beneath the blows of the
guard. The President raised his right hand
and placed it on the shoulder of his secre-
tary. ‘‘Let no one hurt him,” he said,and
then sank back in the chair while the
guards carried him, Czolgosz, away.
A farmer from Grand Valley, Pa., F. J.
Haehn, who had come with his wife and
daughter to see the President, took off his
hat and fanned Mr. McKinley as he sat in
the chair. When the President saw the
surgeons and the stretcher which was
brought immediately from the hospital on
the ground. he arose and stoutly took a few
steps, which brought him to the side of the
stretcher. He paused a moment, leaning
forward, and then laid down, as if it were
his couch.
Surrounded by officials, surgeons and
police, the President was taken at once to
the Emergency hospital on the Fair grounds.
He was entirely conscious and gave little
indication of the pain he was suffering.
“‘How are you feeling, Mr. President ?”’
said Mr. Milburn, with tears in his eyes.
“Oh, I am all right,’’ was the cheerful
answer. ‘I am sorry,’’ he said, ‘‘to have
been the cause of trouble to the Exposi-
tion.’’
Three thoughts had found expression
with the President—first, that the news
should be kept from his wife; sezond, that
the assassin should not be harmed. and
third, regret that the tragedy might hurt
the exposition.
TWO BULLETS STRIKE HIM.
After Czolgosz fired the shot. Big Jim
Parker, a negro waiter, who stood behind
him in the line, threw his arm around
Czolgosz's neck and bore him to the floor.
Parker is a man nearly six feet tall, and
strong and plucky. Czolgosz tried to re-
sist, but he was quickly overpowered, and
he was given a good beating before he
flopped down on the floor and gave up the
fight.
He was taken to the ante-room and be-
gan to play the ‘insanity dodge’’ imme-
diately. For half an hour he sat on a table
with closed eyes and did not mutter a
word. Later he was escorted out of the
building by a strong force of police, with
20,000 people shouting and yelling and
striving to get near the carriage in which he
rode with the officers. The carriage was
halted by the angry crowd several times,
but by strenuous work the police got him
out of the grounds and down Delaware
avenue to the city police headquarters.
AN OPERATION PERFORMED.
At the hospital where the regular corps
of surgeons had been re-enforced by Drs:
Mynler, Mann, Van Peyma, of Buffalo,
and a Dr. Lee, of St. Louis, a superficial
diagnosis was at once made.
The course of the first bullet was quickly
traced. It struck the breastbone and plow-
ed into the breast with glancing force, in-
flicting a flesh wound only. It was at once
removed.
The second bullet entered just below the
navel, penetrating the walls of the abdo-
men, carrying away a portion of one intes-
tine and lodging in the tissues back of the
stomach.
The walls of the abdomen were opened,
but the bullet was not found. The wound
was closed, and after this prelimin-
ary search a hasty conference resulted in
the decision that the President should be
removed to the home of President Milburn,
where a further search might be made.
MRS. MCKINLEY INFORMED .
Immediately the President was cared
for at the exposition grounds, Director
General W. I. Buchanan started for Mil-
burn residence to forstall any information
that might reach there by telephone or
otherwise. Very luckily he was first to
arrive with the information. The Niagara
"Falls trip bad tired Mrs. McKinley and on
returning to the Milburn residence she
took leave of her nieces, the Misses Bar-
ber, and the President’s niece, Miss Dun-
can, as well as their hostess, Mrs. Milburn,
and went to her room to rest.
Mr. Buchanan broke the news as gently
as possible to the nieces and consulted
with them and Mrs. Milburn as to the best
course to pursue in breaking the news to
Mis. McKinley. It was finally decided
that on her awakening, or shorsly thereafter,
Mr. Buchanan should break the news to
her, if in the meantime her physician, Dr.
Rixey, had not arrived.
Mre. MeKinley awoke from her sleep ab
about 5:30 o'clock. She was feeling splend-
idly, she said, and at once took up her
crocheting. which, as is well known, is one
of her favorite diversions. Immediately
on Mr, Buchanan’s arrival at the Milburn
home he had the telgphonic communica-
tion cut off, as already there had been sev-
eral calls, and he decided on this as the
wisest course to pursue, lest Mrs. McKin-
ley, hearing the continued ringing of the
‘phone bell;might inquire what was meant.
hile the light of day remained Mrs. Mc-
Kinley continued with ber crocheting,
keeping to her room. When it became
dusk and the President had not arrived,
she began to feel anxious concerning him.
“T wonder why he does not come,’’ she
asked one of her nieces. ;
At 7 o'clock Dr. Rixey arrived at the
Milburn residence. He had been. driven
hurriedly down Delaware avenue in an
open carriage. As he came up Mr.
Buchanan was out on the lawn conversing
with a reporter. After Dr. Rixey had
gone Director General Buchanan said that
the doctor had broken the news in a most
gentle manner to Mrs. McKinley. He
said she stood it bravely though consider-
ably affected.
If it was possible to bring him to her
she wanted it done. Dr. Rixey assured
her that the President could be brought
with safety from the exposition grounds,
and when he left Mr. Milburn’s it was to
complete all arrangements for the removal
of the President.
MOVED FROM FAIR GROUNDS.
When the city of light was shrouded in
darkness at the usual hour for the illumin-
ation the President was removed from the
grounds. He was still under the influence
of an anaesthetic, which had been admin-
istered to enable the surgeons of the Ex-
position hospital to find the bullet, which
has penetrated the walls of his abdomen.
Colonel Michael of the government
board, had just telegraphed to Secretary
Hay, at his home in New Hampshire, that
Surgeon Rixey, the personal attendant of
President McKinley, would issue in a few
lines an official bulletin announcing the
President’s condition.
The President’s conditon, as gathered
from the tone of Colonel Michael state-
ment, was that it was most serious. In-
formation from the hospital confirmed it.
Chances of the President’s recovery were
about even.
When it was decided to remove the Pres-
ident from the hospital a cot and bedding
were hastily loaded into an automobile
and sent, with doctors, nurses and attend-
ants, to makeready in President Milburn’s
home a bed in which the President should
ie.
Thousands of anxious visitors to the ex-
position stood in a wide semicircle before
the hospital door and watched with droop-
ing spirits these preparations, which be-
trayed too well the fact that the condition
moval.
The automobile gave place to the ambu-
lance, and a little later the President was
carried out on a stretcher. Then slowly,
with bared heads, hetween a long lane of
hatless visitors, the ambulance surgeons
bore their precious freight up the hall
through the Esplanade, between the Py-
lons and over the Bridge of Triumph and
out through the Lincoln Park gate and
down the grand avenue which leads to the
home of President Milburn.
It was a sad and silent crowd which
gazed at the black side of the ambulance,
still more blackened by the unwonted
darkness, for not a lamp shone in the city
of lights. Only the lamp in the am-
bulance marked the course of the sur-
geons and their precious burden. Behind
the ambulance came two automobiles load-
ed with surgeons and nurses.
Platoons of police, well mounted, es-
corted the ambulance and the automobiles
of the President required immediate -re-
y on his person when searched by the de-
tectives.
He came to Buffalo from Cleveland last
Saturday with his heart full of his purpose
—to shoot the President. He had no oth-
er errand and found shelter in Polish sa-
loon at 105 Broadway, in the Polish dis-
trict.
He had been loitering ahout the routes
marked out in the press for the President’s
tour during the last three days. He was
seen at some of the buildings on Thursday
by the guard on that day, but no was. not
well-known to the detectives could get
near the President. He had his first op-
portunity Friday when the President ap-
peared for the public reception in the
Temple of Music.
BULLETINS OF THE PHYSICIANS.
The following hulletin was issued by
the physicians at 7 p. m. Friday evening.
“The President was shot about 4 o'clock,
one bullet struck him on the upper por-
tion of the breast bone, glancing and not
penetrating; the second bullet penetrated
the abdomen five inches below the left
nipple and one.half inches to the left of
the medium line. The abdomen was
opened through the line of the bullet
wound. It was found that the bullet had
penetrated the stomach.
“The opening in the front wall of the
stomach was carefully closed with silk
stitches, after which a search was made
for a hole in the back wall of the stomach.
This was found and also closed in the
same way. The further course of the bul-
let could not be discovored, although care-
ful search was made. The abdominal
wound was closed without drainage. No
injury to the intestines er other abdominal
organs was discovered.
“The patient stood the operation well,
pulse of good quality, rate of 130; condi-
tion at the conclusion of operation was
gratifying. The result cannot be foretold.
His condition at present justifies hope of
recovery.’’
(Signed)
GEORGE B. COTELYOU,
‘‘Secretary to the President.”’
The following bulletin was issued by
the President’s physicians at 10:30 p. m.
“The President is rallying and is rest-
ing comfortably ; 10.50 p. m. Tempera-
ture, 100.4 degrees ; respiration, 24. P.
M. Rixey, R. E. Parke, H. E. Minter, Eu-
gene Wanbin.
* [Signed] GEORGE B. CORTELYOU,
Secretary.
The President’s physicians issued the fol-
lowing bulietin at 1a. m.
The President is free from pain and rest-
ing well. Temperature 100.2, pulse 120;
respiration 24.
WHERE THE PRESIDENT LIES.
The Milburn home stands on Delaware
avenue, close to Ferry street. It is an old-
fashioned homestead, with wings that have
been added during Mr. Milburn’s twenty
years of occupancy, and is surrounded by °
out of the ground. They led it way down
Lincoln Park way and through Chapin
place into Delaware avenue and thence to
President Milburn’s home.
AS TO THE ASSASSIN.
When the assassin was finally hauled
from under the crowd of soldiers and citi-
zens Corporal Bertschey had both bands
clasped around his neck and was slowly
choking him to death. His face was cut,
and blood was streaming from his nose and
mouth. But he appeared cool and un-
ruffled.
¢¢Kill him !”’ shonted the crowd, surging
forward. ‘Lynch him!’ And there ap-
peared a fair chance that this would be
done.
But a few sharp words of command by
Captain Wiser, commanding them brought
the soldiers to their senses, and a squad of
police and detectives appeared as if by
magic and surrounded him.
His revolver, which had been wrenched
from his hand by a soldier, was turned
over to Captain Wiger, who still ‘has it.
With drawn revolvers the police forced
their way through the crowd to a closed
carriage. The crowd pressed close, curs-
ing, shouting and threatening. Some of
them had knives in their hands, others
bad picked up stones and sticks. But they
were held in check by the drawn revolvers.
On the way to the carriage a policeman
asked him,
‘‘Why did you do this?”
{f HAVE DONE MY DUTY.’
‘I'm an Anarchiss,’’ was the proud an-
swer. ‘I have done my duty.’”’
The carriage containing the prisoner
shackled and held by the policeman and
three detectives, was beld by a perfect
mob. Soldiers and policemen beat back
the mob and fought a way through the
surging mass of humanity for the carriage
to escape. The horses were whipped to
a run and the journey to the first police
station was made as those in the street were
catohing the first breath of news from the
Exposition grounds.
There he was quickly dragged before the
sergeant and questioned.
Czolgosz is a young man, 28 years old,
single and a blacksmith. He is of medium
build and height, bas light, golden, fluffy
hair and large blue eyes. His face is
shaip, and he looks like an intelligent
nian, although his head is somewhat irreg-
ular in shape.
He wore a light summer suit of striped
blue and gray, the stripe being narrow,
black. shoes and a common madras shirt,
white and pink. He looks like a man who
had been in hard luck, and he had no mon-
a well cared-for garden. The whole at-
mosphere of the place is one of comfort and
quiet.
Immediately after the shooting on the
Exposition grounds, it was agreed that the
President should be taken there, if the
doctors would permit his removal. Mrs.
McKinley was already a guest at the
house. Dr. Rixey, her personal physicion,
went there to notify her that the President
had been shot, and at the same time to
make arrangements for the reception of
the President. It was decided to place
the President's bed in a room about 18 by
20 feet in the rear of the second floor of the
house. This room was selected because it
has two windows open to the west and two
to the north, and is quieter than any other
room in the house.
All furniture was cleared from it and all
draperies. Immediately in front of the
room to which it was decided to bring the
President is a room which the physicians
are using for cousultation, and in front
of that facing on Delaware avenue, is Mrs.
MoKinley’s room. The main entrance
is to the southeast. As the distinguished
vsitors arrive they are met in the hallway
by Secregary Cortelyou or some of his staff,
and led into-the library, which opens to
the sight from the hallway. This library,
with high walls covered with hangings in
which great masses of roses predominates,
has been transformed for the time into the
executive office of the President. A big
table and a desk in one corner, where a
break in the endless line of book shelves
pesnsitead ‘has been taken possession of by
. Cortelyoun. His stenographers work at
a small table in the center of the hig room
and the click of the typewriter goes on un-
ceasingly.
Beyond this library and still to the right
is the red room. Itis a sitting-room and
opens on a porch facing Delaware avenue.
ere the Cabinet met the physicians, per-
sonal friends of the President’s and mem-
bers of the Milburn household. No one
goes upstairs, which is given over to the
use of the sufferer and his nurses, women
from the Emergency hospital staff.
The stable of the Milburn home has
been taken charge of by the guards who
are now on constant picket duty about the
place. General Brooke, commander of the
department of the east, came immediately
from New York and under his direction
the ropes which were stretched near the
Milburn home to keep teams and pedes-
trians from near the place, were extended
in every direction thus insuring perfect
quiet and safety. Two tents were erected
on a lawn on the opposite side of the Ave:
(Concluded on page 6.)