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The surplus of $6,042,(528 in the Government receipts for August as compared with the expenditures is a magnificent testimony to the work of the McKinley Administration, says Philadelphia Press. Congress passed a law making a reduction of about $40,000,000 a year in the revenue taxes. But owing to the great prosperity of the nation, shown in the increase in internal revenue receipts on spirits and on other things not touched by the new tariff, and the large reduction in expenses, there was this hand some surplus of over 50,000,000 for August following the surplus of 815,000 for July, although de ficits were expected j£'for both months. There is no doubt that the new law will accomplish its purpose in cutting off from the revenues $40,- 000,000, but it will not interfere with the continued prosperity of the nation and the additional receipts that come from increased produc tion and consumption in nearly all lines of business. The reduction in the expense of the army is in some measure due to the changed condition of things in the Philip pines, brought about by the wise management of affairs there. The reduction of 85,000,000 in the ex pense of the civil establishment is to a great extent due to the econo mic reforms of the Administration, though the failure of the river and harbor bill had somethingxto do with it. In the first two months of the fiscal year 15)01 there was a deficit of 84,800,000. For the correspond ing period this year, despite the effect of the $40,000,000 ta> reduc tion law, there is a surplus of 80,- 057,628. At the same time there is an increase in cash in the Treas ury the interest charges have been reduced and prosperity reigns everywhere. It is a condition of affairs concerning which every citizen may be proud, more par ticularly the President, whose wise administration has brought it about. "I had a running sore on mv leg for seven years," writes Mrs. Ja.-i. Forest of Chippewa Falls, "Wis., ';. nd tpent hun dreds of dollars in trying to get it healed. Two boxes of Banner Salve entirely cured it." Beware of substitutes. L. Taggart. ASSASSiNUiOtf AND YELLOW JOURNALISM. From the Philadelphia Inquirer. The fiend who has shot down the President of the United States isan anarchist, by his own confession. He is a pupil, a follower of Emma Goldman. We do not propose at this time to discuss anarchy in general, nor to linger upon the duty of Congress to wrestle with it by forcible legis lation, a right which Congress pos sesses under the Constitution. For a moment all men are horror-stricken, and they are ask ing oiieh other, "How is it possible that a man can exist wieked enough to do this foul deed?" And yet, under the teachings of the ''yellow'' press of this day and generation, why should anyone wonder at such a crime? THE NEWSPAPER THAT FOR SELFISH, SORDID PER SONAL REASONS, DENOUN CES EVERY PUBLIC OFFI CIAL AS A THIEF FROM THE PRESIDENT DOWN AS A NEW YORK JOURNAL HAS DONE, AND FROM THE GOVERNOR DOWN, AS THE WANAMAKER YELLOW PEST OF PHILA DELPHIA HAS DONE, IS SI.MP LY BREEDING THE MEN WHO, WHEN THEIR BRAINS ARE SUFFICIENTLY FIRED, GO OUT TO SLAUGHTER. We call names and we speak strongly because the tme lias come to call names and to speak strongly. Newspapers like the New York daily and the Wanamaker sheet are menaces to life and property. Do you doubt it? Then we refer you to another page of this morning's Inquirer, where will be found denunciations of the authorities of this city be cause they refused a few months ago to permit Emma Goldman, the eminent advocate of violence, mur der and assassination, to spread her damnable and atrocious doc trines in Philadelphia. Listen while the Wanamaker organ of Emma Goldman stands by this brute called a woman upon the occasion above mentioned: "The example of lawlessness being given by the police authori ties is at once dangerous and dis graceful. Should force be met with force, the moral responsibility would rest upon the stupid despots of the City Hall. * * * * The law should be brought to bear upon the lawless Mayor and Director of Public Safety." And again we find this same Wanamaker organ of Emma Gold man declaring that her "right to have her say" is just as plain as that of the Mayor. Could anything be more despi cable? Here we find an assault upon the authorities for curbing anarchy, and coupled with it a direct invitation to the anarchists to meet the lawful authority of the police with force. And then we are told that if there should be a clash the responsibility would rest upon the "stupid despots" who de clined to allow the doctrine of assassination to be preached openly in Philadelphia. The preaching of anarchy by Emma Goldman is called "free speech'' by the Wanamaker news paper. Is it ? We deny it. Persons like the Goldman woman have no rights under the Constitution. They ought to be locked up. They advocate, not freedom, not liberty, but force. They are foes of liberty and freedom. Hasn't this been proved? Isn't the self-confessed pupil of the Gold man fiend the would-be assassin of the President of the United States? Yes, and her defender, her advo cate, is the Wanamaker newspaper, a newspaper whose hand is against everyone, whose voice is raised in condemnation of all Pennsylvania officials, whose one cry in that the state and the city are being robbed by the very officials whom the peo ple themselves have placed in tem porary power. It is not so. It is false. It is as false as are the teachings of Emma Goldman, as false as the doctrines of the miserable creation of Gold man and yellow journalism, the vicious brute who has assailed the President. Anarchy and yellow journalism ! Where can you draw the line be tween them? Anarchy means violence and assassination. And yellow journalism ? Why, it de fends the right of anarchists to discuss and explain their doctrine. In fact, yellow journalism breeds the assassins that strike down public officials. CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 12, 1901. STORY OF THE CRIME Details of the Dastardly As sault On the President. Ataiuiln Concealed Revolver In linnriag ed Hand and Committed Cowardly Act While Giving Sign of Friendship. Crowd Tried to Lynch Ilim. McKinley'a Superb Cooluen». It was a few minutes after 4 p. m., fri ll 11 y while President MeKinley was hold ing n public reception iri the great Temple t>f Music 011 the Pan-American grounds riiat the cowardly attack was made, with what success time alone can tell. Standing in the midst of crowds num bering thousands, surrounded by evidence of good will, pressed by a motley throng of polyglot peoples, showered with tx- Copyright, 1000, by Charles A. Gray. PRESIDENT SI'KINLF.Y. pressions of love and loyalty, besieged by multitudes, all eager to clasp his baud —amidst these surroundings and with the ever-recurring plaudits of an admir ing nrniy of sightseers ringing in his ears the blow of the assassin fell and in an instant pleasure gave way to pain, ad miration to agony, folly turned to fury nnd pandemonium followed. Last night a surging, swaying, eager multitude thronged the city's main thoroughfares, choking the streets in front of the principal newspapers, scan ning the bulletins with anxious eyes and groaning or cheering in turn each suc ceeding announcement as the nature of the message sang or buoyed their hopes. Wim Fully Exposed. The president, though well guarded by United Statc-s secret service dectectives. was fully exposed to such an nttawk us occurred. lie stood at the edge of the raised dais upon which stands the great pipe organ at the east side of the mag nificent structure. Throngs of people crowded in at the various entrances, to gaze upon their well-beloved executive, perchance to clasp his hand, and then fight their way out in the good-natured 1110b that every minute swelled and mul tiplied at the points of ingress and egress to the building. It was shortly after 4 p. in. when one of the throng which surrounded the pres idential party a medium-sized man of ordinary appearance and plainly dressed in black, approached as if to greet the president. His right hand was bandaged in a white handkerchief, as if the hand was sore. He was patient in line and presented 110 appearance out of the or dinary. He stepped briskly up to the president when it came his turn, grasped the extended hand in his left hand and pressed the bandaged hand against the president's body. There were two quick, slightly muffled reports and a wisp of smoke rose from the bandnged hand. The bandage was merely the covering of a revolver, with which the dastardly crime was committed. For a moment there was silence—the silence that follows the discharge of a bombshell. The president stood stock still, a look of hesitancy, almost of be wilderment on his face. Then he re treated a step while a pallor began to steal over his fentures. The multitude, only partially nware that something se rious had happened, paused in the silence of surprise, while necks were craned nnd all eyes turned as one toward the rostrum where a great tragedy was being enacted. Antt&hrtin Quickly Captured. Then came a commotion. With the leap of a tiger three men threw them selves forward as with one impulse and sprang toward the would-be assassin. Two of them were United States secret service men who were 011 the lookout and whose duty it was to guard against just such a calamity as had here befallen tha president and the nation. The third was a bystander, a negro, who had only an instant previously grasped in his dusky palm the hand of the president. As one man the trio hurled themselves upon the president's assailant. In a twinkling he was borne to the ground, his weapon was wrested from his grasp and strong arms pinioned his arms. A murmur arose, spread and swelled to a hum of confusion, then grew to a babel of sounds and later to a pandemonium of noises. The crowds that a moment be fore had stood mute and motionless in bewildered ignorance of the enormity of the thing now with a single Impulse surged forward toward the stage of the horrified drama, while a hoarse cry welled up from a thousand throats anil a thousand men charged forward to lay hands upon the perpetrator of the das tardly crime. The assailant was quickly seized by secret service men and policemen. He was knocked down and kicked about the head and body several times, but was finally rushed to a carriage, while officers with drawn revolvers rode with him. The carriage was driven at a gallop to the gates. Several attempts were made to upset it, but it got safely outside and the prisoner was landed at police head quarters. He refused to say anything further ihau that his name was Fred Niefnan. He saiil that ho cam? From Detroit. On thr> slightly raised dais wiin ennctert within those few feverish moments a tragedy so drninntie in character, so thrilling in intensity that few who looked 011 will over he utile to Rive a succinct account of what really did transpire. Even the actors who were playing the principal roles came out of it with blanched faces, trembling limbs and beating hearts, while their brains throbbed with n tumult of conflicting emotions which left behind only a cha otic jumble of impressions which could not be clarilied into a lucid narrative of the events as they really transpired. Hut of the multitude which witnessed or bore a part in the scene of turmoil and turbulence there was but one mind which seemed to retain its equilibrium, one hand which remained steady, one eye which gazed with unflinching calmness and one voice which retained its even tenor and faltered not at the most crit ical juncture. They were the mind ami the hand aud the eye and the voice of President MeKinley. After the first shock of the assassin's shots, he retreated a step, then, as the detective leaped upon his assailant lie turned, walked steadily to a chair and seated himself, at the same time remov ing his hat and bowing his head in his hands. Kvciryone Wiw Kxclted. The president was carried first one way, and then a step in the other. The excitement was so sudden and intense that for a minute no one knew what to do. Finally some one said to carry him inside the purple edge of the aisle, and seat him on one of the chairs. The bunting was in a solid piece, 110 one had time to produce a knife, had they been able to think of such a thing. A couple of men tore the benches aside and tram pled the bunting down while Mr. Mil burn and Secretary Cortelyou half car ried the president over the line and into the passageway leading to the stage, which had not been used. The president was able to walk a little, but was lean ing heavily on his escorts. In passing over the bunting his foot caught and for a moment he stumbled. The president was carried to a sent where half a dozen men stood by, and fanned him vigorous ly. Quick calls were sent iu for doctors and the Emergency hospital ambulance. The stretcher was placed on the floor and the wounded president was lifted by Mr. Milburn, Mr. Cortelyou and the experienced ambulance corps, and laid gently on the pillows. The president groaned slightly, as though in great pain, but recovered, pressed his lips firmly, and resigned himself to the care of the now grief-stricken men about him. At least —men carried the stretcher out, up the three or four steps to the door, the southwest door, and as it opened and the great crowd caught a glimpse of the prostrate and wounded shieftain upon the stretcher, a groan of grief, so sympathetic and so earnestly from the great heart of the American people, went tip to the heavens as a to ken of the sorrow overshadowing them. The people were unprepared, the aw fulnoss of the occasion was so far be yond their comprehension that the only expressions they could utter were gasps of sentences, the burden of which was their inability to believe this tragic truth. Great Groan of Grief. Men uncovered their heads, their tongues swelled in their throats, they looked at each other in the most sympa thetic way, as though each wished to claim the other for liis common brother that they might have the strength 10 stand under the crushing blow. Here in this vast sorrow-stricken as semblage, which reached from the great Electric Tower to the north, to the Tri umphal Causeway to the south anil even beyond that, was truly exemplified the bond of sympathy whieV linked all man kind. No man was weak who wept; it was the time for weeping. There was not then the slightest cry of vengeance —that came n*£%u afterthought. At this time, when the bullet-pierced body of their ruler was being carried out to them, and through their midst, it was one of genuine sympathy that came only from the heart. Women were no more af fected than men. They clung close to each other; it was a moment when every one felt that he needed help—help of any kind, only a word, a look, that was ail. With that powerful military and po lice escort, all on the double quick, the president was hurried away to the emer gency hospital, whero a room had been prepared for him. Messages had been quickly sent to different parts of the city for the most eminent physicians and surgeons, and the first call was for Dr. Uixey, the fam ily physician, who had left the grounds with Mrs. MeKinley for the Milburn home. He was quick to arrive in a steam automobile, with two trained nures, and they tore through the grounds MISS. M*KIN'LEY. at a terrific pace until the hospital was reached. Nivnian was detained in a side room in the Temple of Music while the president was removed to the hospital. Then, un der escort of police, with a guard of sol diers to fight back the enraged throng in the Esplanade. Nieman was placed in a ■ -Irringc and driven at a gallop down De'a .va l ' :• venue, past the home where the i;.villi ' ivlfe of i!i" president was waiting her husband, to police head quarters, where he was locked up. The thousands ■■ ■'v.i waited about the Temple of Mvic surged forward when he ap peared, tearing down the barrier ropes. fighting with the officers nnd the soldiers "Lynch him—lynch him — hang hiin —kill him." Some clutched at the horses, others at the wheels of the carriage. The police nnd soldiers fought back the crowd aud the carriage galloped away. The escape of the would-be assassin from the hands of the infuriated people was in accord with the wishes of the president. As the president sank back in the arms of Detective Gary and Presi dent Aiilbnrn, after the shooting, he gasped tin- name of his secretary, Cor telyou. The secretary bent over him. "lie Careful About My Wife." "Be careful about my wife." lie gasped the president. "Do not tell her." TtnJri, writhing in the agony of his wounds, the president turned and saw his attempted murderer helpless 011 the floor beneath the blows of soldiers and detectives. He raised his right hand, stained with the blood of bis wound, and drawing down the head of his secretary, he whisperod: "Lot no one hurt him." Then he sank back, deathly white, but clearly conscious, while they dragged his assailant front his sight. He sat pa tiently waiting without a moan or sign of suffering beyond the ashy pallor of his face, while they sent for the ambu lance, and waited for its coming. Mo sank obediently on the stretcher and was carried out. Nine minutes after the shots were fired he was lying in the Emer gency hospital, tiieat iuirJVons had been summoned by telephone and immediately set to work to save his lfe. The news of the shooting spread like wildfire around the exposition. Crowds were thunderstruck. Then silence fell upon the Rainbow City. The Midway at tractions closed their doors. All the state and foreign buildings, headed by the Cubans, closed their doors. Many of the flags on these buildings were low ered. People moved about ' dismayed, with troubled faces, speaking in hushed voices. Women went to and fro weep ing. Strong men with white, set faces and douched hands made their way to the Esplanade and stood waiting by the Temple of Music. The light of death gleamed in their eyes and the doom of a murderer hovered over the multitude. Fortunately, the great bulk of thein ar rived too late. The red-handed anar chist had been removed beyond their reach. When some heard I hat he had been taken away they asked where he had gone and they turned their faces thither. The young man who shot the president had practically 110 difficulty in getting to the side of the chief executive. Tlk nature of the reception made it possible for everyone to get into the big temple and to pass close enough to the president to shake his hand. No one was suspi cious of the would-be assassin. He looked like an ordinary young mechanic with a sore hand, for, as has been told, his hand was covered with a handker chief or bandage. In Midst of Protector*, The president stood in the center of the big auditorium, smiling and grasping cordially the hand of every man and wo man who approached him. Gathered about him were a cordon of United States marines, several detectives, among them Geary, Solomon and Henafelt, of the Buffalo police. The detectives were within three feet of Mr. MeKinley, watching closely every man who ap proached. They were not expecting an attack 011 his life; it is customary for de tectives to guard him thus whenever he appears in public. The young man moved slowly along the narrow aisle which stretched through the crowd, waiting his turn leisurely. He held bis handkerchief-covered hand with the great', st care. The detectives saw him and supposed his hand pained him. They bad not the faintest suspicion that it clenched a weapon which was to strike perhaps a death blow to the man whose life they were guarding. The president shook hands with a lady. The young man moved up close to him, eager apparently to grasp his hand. Just as the president finished greeting the woman who was ahead of the young man, the would-be assassin sidled up to Mr. MeKinley, put his supposedly sore hand to the chief executive's body nnd shut his eyes. Two muffled sounds and a wisp of smoke rose from the bandaged hand. The young man stepped back, not as if to escape, but as if terrified at his own handiwork. The president stood like a statue with hig unmoved eyes glaring ut his attempted murderer. He had not winced. A wave of intense excitement rippled through the vast throng. Few had heard the shots, but the sudden quiet told everyone that something awful liaiT hap pened. It was that fearful hush which settles over u crowd which is affrighted at something it doesn't know the nature of. The instant the dull reports sounded and the would-be assassin stepped back a guard reached forward and seized him, at the same instant dealing a blow to in sure submission. •'I Wonder If I*m lilt." Detective Sergeant Geary, who was not three feet from the president, put his arms around the latter and supported him although the president was not reailj in need of support. "I wonder if I'm hit," the president said to Detective Geary. "I think you are," replied the detec tive. The president thereupon lifted the bot tom of his vest and revealed a spot of bloori. The man who seized the would-be as sassin fared nearly as badly for a few moments as did the man he had arrested. Mistaking the officer for the assassin a brawny marine leaped upon him, and bore him to the floor, placing his hands at his throat in a manner to preclude re sistence. The assassin attempted, in the moment of diverted excitement, to get up, but a burly negro seized him with an iron grasp and the would-be murderer was relieved of any ambition he may linve had to escape. Mrs. MeKinley Hear* Up Hravely.' it was several hours after the attack upon the president that the news was broken to Mrs. MeKinley. The infor mation was imparted as tenderly as pos sible. as it was feared that the shock would have an ill effect upon her not too strong health. She received tha news with remarkable fortitude aud did not break down. Queries at the home of "President Mil burn are fruit I«»; s. Tin street in (lie Im mediate vicinity of the house where the president lies is roped off and guarded by police, who will admit nobody. It was announced earlier in the evening that official bulletins would be igsued at regular intervals and upon these the public must wait, as the physicians and officials refuse absolutely to give out any information M:«le Partial Confession. When charged by District Attorney Penny with being the instrument of an organized band of conspirators he pro tested vehemently that he never even thought nt" perpetrating the crime until yesterday morning. After long and per sistent questioning it was announced at police headquarters that the prisoner had made a partial confession, which the prisoner had signed. As near as can be learned now the facts contained in the confession are as follows: The man's name is Leon Czolgosz. He is of Polish-German extraction. His home is in Cleveland, whence he hfis seven brothers and sisters. He is an avowed anarchist and an ar dent disciple of Emma Goldman, whose teachings he alleges are responsible for yesterday's attack on the president. He denies steadfastly that he is the instru ment of any body of anarchists or the tool of any coterie of plotters. He de clares he diu driven t<> despair and misery to commit the deed. I feel very deeply with him as an individual, as I would feel with anybody who suffers. If I had means I would help hi:s\ as much as I could; I would see that he had counsel and that justice was done him." Although the whole world waited Fri day afternoon for the bulletins from the president's bedside MWs Goldman did not care enough about the report that ho had been shot, which she heard newspaper boys shouting, to buy a paper. It was Saturday noon before her interest was sufficiently aroused to buy a newspaper containing the story. She was more in terested in the arrest of the Chicago anarchisls than in the president's con dition. Asked if she thought Czolgosz' act wa praiseworthy from her viewpoint she answered: "I am not in a position to say whether it was good or bad. It is bad for the man who attempted it. I am not in his boots and know nothing about it. What I don't see is why they should make moro fuss over the president than anybody else. All men are born equ.il.