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"Fellow citlsens: Clouds and darkness
ere around him! His pavilion is dark $
Sixteen years after Mr. Garfield gave
utterance to this historic speech, deliv
ered from tlhe balcony of a New York
hotel, to quiet angry men who were surg
ing through the streets ant wildly cry
ing for vengeance upon -the -head-of -the
war president's slayer -and all who aided
or sympathized With him, he, having been
elevated to the 'high station which Presi
dent Lincoln had occupied, was shot by
an assassin in a railroad station in Wash
Twenty years afterward William Mc
ivinley, fifth successor of Garfield as
president of the United States, was shot
by an assassin at Buffalo.
Thus thrice in a period of thirty- six
years-a period that is well within ithe
memory of many men who are living
nowhas effort been made- to kill the
ruler of the greatest republic the world
has ever known.
_Th assassination of Lincoln by John
Wilkes Booth, In April, 1865, came at a
time when the country was torn by the
passions of civil war when the parti
sans of the defeated cause were rendered
wholly desperate by disappointment and
sorrow for the failure of the flag they
had championed and by the goadings of
the victors. There was an element of ex
cuse for the dethronement of the reason
of a man, an especially of one so emo
tional, so reckless and so irresponsible
as Actor John Wilkes Booth.
When Garfield was slain there was none
X the passion of war. But political pas
tlon there wasof the most violent and
Unreasoning kind. Democrates were bit
ter Republicans were divided, each
amp there was anger. The Republican
party was split over the question of
spoils. Garfield and his close personal
and political friend, James G. Blaine,
secretary of state, were assailed by Conk
ling and Piatt as leaders of the opposi
tion. Garfield maintained the right ot
the chief executive of the nation to make
his own selections for appointment to
office the opposition contended that the
legislative branch slhould be recognized.
There was rancor and bitterness in the
debates, private and public. Charges and
counter-charges were made. "Stalwarts"
were arrayed against "Administiration-
ists," and there was no peace.
Charles J. Guiteau, disappointed office
seeker, was one of those who felt most
Jhree JYational tragedies.
waters and thick cloudsi Justice and
Judgment are the establishment of his
ttorone! Mercy and truth shall go be
fore his face!
"Fellow citizens! God reigns, and the
government at Washington still lives!"
James A. Garfield to a frenzied mob in
N ew York after the assassination of
Our earnest, prayer Is that G,od
will graciously vouchsafe prosperity, hap
piness and peace to all the peoples and
powers of the earth."
The tragic details of the attack upon
Mr. McKinley are of too recent occur
rence, and. therefore, too fresh in the
public mind to justify a review of them
at this time. But the regrettable inci
dent at Buffalo gives timeliness to stories
of the assassination of Lincoln and Gar
Lincoln had a premonition of his fate.
Perhaps this was but natural, considering
the excited condition of the country at
the time, when blood was held cheaply
and men's passions led them readily to
murder so there may have been noth
ing occult ln his apprehension that he
was to fall victim to an assassin. But,
^nevertheless, this story, related in Ha p-
..good's "Abraham Lincoln," Is well worth
.retelling: ,i "The president referred a few days be
V&v'ore the" end to the numlber of warnings
dreams in the Bible, the book wihich
'been waiting for important
bitter toward the president. He was a Peare's tragediescried out the motto of
person of little influence and no party
standing but the desire for office was a
passion, with him. He had asked for an
appointment as minister to Austria, and.
failing in that, had asked for other
offices. None had been given him. He
became wrapped up in the magnitude
of his own -grievance he saw in the
president who refused to give to him fcwn
the wealth of the appointive power the
gift he sought the embodiment of his
misfortune. He brooded, and fed his
weakening mind upon the unhealthy food
of angry debates and vicious charges
agafnst Garfield. He began to look upon
him. elf as the person who was fated to
rid the country of the man who stood
between himself and his own ambition,
and so he crept up behind the president,
fired upon him twice, and, as the second
bullet lodged in Mr. Garfield's beck and
brought him to the ground, cried: "Now
we will have a Stalwart administration!"
The attempt upon the -ife of ivir. Mc
Kinley had not for its motive either an
insane desire for revenge for a lost cause
or a narrow passion for retaliation for
personal disappointment. There is, so
far, nothing to indicate that it had any
motive other than wantonness. The man
who shot him claims that he is an an
archist recognized leaders of anarchy
as it is found in America disclaim him.
Heha not been an applicant for polit
ical appointment be was not an advocate
of any great cause. He was simply Frank
J. Czolgosz, a person who is described by
his stepmother as "weak-minded and
cowardly," and who claims that he was
fired to the perpetuation of the deed by
the teachings of Emma Goldman.
The assassination of Lincoln occurred
ln a public theater in Washington City
that of Garfield in the ladies' waiting
room of the Pennsylvania railroad at
Washington City, and tlhe attempt upon
McKinley's life was made in the Tern-,
pie of Music at the Pan-American exposi
tion at Buffalo, where the president was
holding a public reception.
Lincoln was enjoying the presentation
f a comedy Garfield wasto quote the
words of Mr. Blaine"in conscious en
joyment of the beautiful morning, with
an unwonted sense of "eisure and a keen
anticipation of pleasure" to come from a
meeting with his invalid wife and friends
of his boyhood and his college days Mc
Kinley was happy in meeting thousands
of bis fellow-citizens and in shaking them
by the hand.
Lincoln had, but a short while before,
delivered his famed "Second Inaugural,"
ln which he had said: "With malice
toward none with charity for all with
firmness in the right as God gives us to
see the right, let us strive on to finish
the work we are in to bind up the na
tion's wounds to care for him who shall
have borne the battle, and for his widow
and his orphanto do all which may
achieve and cherish a just and lasting
peace among ourselves and with all na
Garfield, had* to again quote Blaine,
but a short while before he was shot ex
pressed his keen pleasure in the belief
that grave difficulties confronting him
at his inauguration had been safely
passed and that troubles lay behind him
and not before him.
McKinley, on the day before he was
Shot, had, In an address at Buualo, said:
"Gentlemen,. let us ever remember that
our interest is in concord, not' conflict,
and that our real eminence rests in the
victories of peace, not those of
-froml the front. I oould not lon
clouds- ..T-H. o,,
wa a we a
gaB toD dream. There seemed to be a
deathlike stillness about me Than I
beard subdued sobs, as If a number of
people were weeping. I thought I left
my bed and wandered down stairs. There
the silence was broken by the same piti
ful sobbing, but the mourners were in
*I went from room to room no living
Jperson was in sight, tout the same mourn
ful sounds of distress met me. as I passed
It was light in all 'the rooms
very object was familiar to me but
Ifffcere were all the people who wm
grieving as I their hearts, would break?
".'I was puzzled andw alarmed. What,
oould be the meaning of ail this? Deter
mined to find the cause of a state of
things so mysteriously and so shocking, I
kept on until I arrived at the East room)
which I entered.
"There I met with a sickening sur
prise. Before me was a catafalque on
which rested a corpse wrapped in funeral
vestments. Around it were stationed
soldiers, who were acting as guards and
there was a throng of people, soxrfe gaz
ing mournfully upon the corpse, whose
face was covered, others weeping piti
"'Who'is dead in the White house?"
I demanded of one' of the soldiers.
'The president,' was the answer
"he was killed by an assassin!"
'Then came along burst of grief from
the crowd, which awoke me from my
dream. I slept no more that night and,
although jt was only a dream, I have
been strangely annoyed by it ever
This dreamt lingered in his mind to the
day of his 'death. On the. very eve of his
assassination, he quoted to Iiimon:
"To sleep, perchance to dream! Ay,
there's the rub!"
It had been planned that the president
and some of his official family should at
tend Ford's theater on Good Friday even
ing, April 14, 1865. The president occu
pied a box, together with several officers
of the army, on the right of the stage
Just after 10 o'clock, and while the pres
ident was intent upon the scenes' before
him, John Wilkes Booth, of the famous
family of actors, approached from behind
and shot the president through the brain.
He then stabbed Major Henry R. Rath
bone, one of the president's party, who
attempted to arrest him, and, with his
dagger raised above his head, leaped
form the box upon the stage. The high
heel of his boot caught in an American
flag that was .used to drape the presi
dent's box. and his ankle was sprained
but as he sprang upon the stage he
waved his dagger, and, in a deeply tragic
voicea voice that had thrilled thousands
when It had recited the lines of Shakes-
Virginia: "Sic semper- tyrannis." and
added: "The South is avenged!"
Limping, he ran to the rear of the
stage, mounted a horse, and escaped. He
was surrounded in a barn soon after
wards and s/hot to death by soldiers.
Mr. Lincoln, was never conscious after
he was.bbt:- H& lingered"until about 7
o'clock the next morning, when he ex
pired in the house across the street to
which he had been removed, immediately
after being wounded.
The funeral of Mr. Lincoln was un
doubtedly the greater that ever occurred
in America. The body was taken by spe
cial train through Maryland, Delaware,
Pennsylvania, New York and Indiana to
Springfield, 111., where it was buried. At
half a dozen cities it lay in state, and
millions of people gazedas they had
done in his dream"mournfully upon the
corpse others weeping pitifully."
In a speech in Brooklyn on the Sunday
following the assassination of Lincoln,
Henry Ward Beeclier said:
"Never did two such, orbs of experience
meet in one hemisphere as the joy" (over
the surrender of Lee) "and the sorrow of
the same week in this land. The joy was
as sudden as if no man had expected it,
and as, entrancing as if it had fallen a
sphere from heaven. It rose up over
sobr'ety, and swept business from its
moorings, and ran down through the land
in irresistible course. Men embraced each
other in brotherhood that were strangers
in the flesh. They sang or prayed: or
deeper yet, .many could only think
thanksgiving and weep gladness. That
peace was sure that government was
firmer than ever that the land was
cleansed of plague that the ages were
opening to our footsteps, and we were
to begin a march of blessings that blood
was staunched and scowling enmities
were sinking like storms beneath the
horizon that the dear Fatherland, noth
ing lost, much gained, was to rise up In
unexampled honor amongyearnings, the nations of
the earththese thoughts and that un
distlnguishable throng of fancies, and
filled the soul with trembl'ngs like the
nested^ air of midsummer daysall these
kindled up fuch a surgwithoujoy of as
words mayn describe.
3o lay a pulseo
wtthout-jj..gleam of breath. A sorrow
came that swept through the land as
huge storms swee^ through the forest
and.field, rolllrg thunder along the sky,
disheveling the flowers, daunting every
singer in thicket cr forest, and pouring
blackness and darkness across the land
and up the mountains. Did ever FO manv
hearts, in brlea time,stouch two suc ffo *f wa the uttermosh
of sorrownoon and
fBidrdght, without a space between."
hereafter draw a por-
trait of murder, if he
was least to havhef been looked for, let
n?i 5atT^e?-hta the browh knitteld by revenge, the
bloorless demon not so iuch an example
of human nature in its depravity and in
^ine in his oration
being a fiendd in the ordinary disrolav
and -of his character
on Garfield in the house of representa
tives on February 27, 1882. had been
with the president, walking arm-in-arm
through the waiting room of the Pennsyl
vania railroad station on the morning of
y' *SS1. when Guiteau, creeping up
behind, had givean the president his death
helped him to a seat
war. caught the stricken man
and had called for help and of all pub
lie men who had been affected by the
blow against the chief executive, James1
G. Blaine, man of emotion and a poet's^
temperament, -had felt the wound most
The day on which Garfield was shot!
was bright, warm and beautiful. He was'
on his way to the station to go, witbj
members of his cabinet, to New* York:
and N ew England. He had^been particu-l
larly cheerful during the drive to the!
station, and was walking with sorinev'
step and well-raised head when the pistol
shots rang out. The first did not strike
him, the second hit him in the back,
plowed through the muscles and flesh
and hid Itself away to defy the search
of surgeons while it ate out the life of
th e, victim.
Guiteau, the assassin, did not attempt
to escape. ''Now we will have a 'Stal
wart administration!' he erled as mfen
sprang upon him and wrested tne still
smoking revolver from his hands, rle
was hurried to the police station ,befoTe
the few people around the depot could
recover from the shock
N of the tragedy
sufficiently to make a rush for him.
There he was searched and on him was
Joundja letter in which the shooting of
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tne presiaent was reierreo. to as
!res and that
necessity," and the hope was expressed
that the action would "unite the Repub
lican party and save the republic."
Garfield lingered for more than two
months. The surgeons andphysiclans gave
him the best attention that the medical
science of that day had fitted them for
they searched diligently for the bullet,
but, as the post-mortem developed, they
searched in the wrong direction snd
never found it. hTere Were no X-rays
twenty years ago, and antiseptics and
other aids of surgeons were practically
or perhaps wholly unknown. Day by
day the country alternated between hope
and fear. Favorable reports 'were issued,
only to be followed by unfavourable ones.
For a long while the wounded man lay
4n the White house, to which he had been
!taken Immediately after the shooting
but the terrific heat of the summer
caused the medical men to grant hto oft
repeated request to be taken to within
sight of the sea, and on September 6j'he
was taken to Elberon, N. J. Nine days
later blbocl poisoning developed, and aftet
a few hours of unconsciousness, he died
peacefully on September 19. His body
was taken back to Washington by special
train and lay in state in the rotunda of
the capitol for two days. A long special
train took the body to Cleveland, O.,
where It was buried beside Lake Erie on
The attorneys for Guiteau, the assassin,
advanced the plea of insanity, and a hard
fight for his life was made in a trial that
was remarkable in many ways. ut the
verdict was death and Guiteau was
hanged in Washington City.
The memorial services in honor of Gar
field, held in the hall of the house of rep
resentatives on February 27, 1882, were
the most splendidly solemn that the his
tory of the United States has so far re
corded. Mr. Blaine was the orator the
audience was comprised of President Ar
thur, the cabinet, all members of the
diplomatic corps, distinguished men from
all over the country, and people from all
walks of life.
Mr. Blaine's oration was a masterpiece.
followed the life of his subject close
ly from boyhood to the grave, illuminat
ing the biography^ with brilliant anec
dotes that were at once dignified and
full pjejthe character of Garfield andjhis
i tf W
peroration .Was Tsuch a burst of "poetry,
such a, symphony of phrase, as has sel
dom been heard:
"Great in life, he was surpassingly great
In death. For no cause, In the very
frenzy of wantonness and wickedness, oy
the red hand of murder, he was thrust
from the full tide of this world's interest
from its hopes, its aspiratidns, Its vkv
tories, into the visible presence of death
and he did not quail. Not alone for one
short moment, in which, stunned and
dazed, he could give up life, hardly
aware of its relinquishment but through
days of deadly languor, through weeks
of agony, that was not less agony, be
cause* silently borne with clear sight and
calm, courage he looked into his open
grave. What blight and ruin met his
anguished- eyes, whose lips may tell
what brilliant, broken plans, what baffled,
high ambitions, what sundering of strong,
warm manhood's friendship," what bitter
rending of sweet household ties!
"Behind him* a proud, expectant nation,
a great host of sustaining friends, a
cherished and nappy mother, wearing the
full, rich honors of her early toil and
tears the wife of his youth, whose whole
life lay in his the little boys not yet
emerged from childhood,'s day.of frolic:
the fair young daughter the sturdy sons
just springing into closest companionship,
claiming every day, and every day re
warding, a father's love and care and
in his heart the eager, rejoicing power to
meet all demands. And his soul was hot
shaken. His countrymen were thrilled
with instant, profound and universal
sympathy. Masterful in-his mortal weak
ness, he became the center of a nation's
love, enshrined in the prayers of a world.
But all the love and all the' sympathy
could not share with him, his suffering.
He trod the winepress alone. With un
faltering front he facwd death. With,
unfailing tenderness he took leave of lifeC
Above the demoniac hiss of the assassin's
bullet he heard the voice of God. With
simple resignation/he bowed to the Di
"As the end drew near his early crav
ing for the sea returned. The stately
mansion of power had been to him the
wearisome hospital of. pain, and he beg
ged to be taken from his prison walls,
from its oppressive, stifling air, from its
a-omelessness and its hopelessness. Gen-
iy,- silently, the love of a great- people
Dore the .jiale sufferer to the longed-for
healing of the sea, to live or die, as God
should will, witnln sight of the heaving
oillows, within sound of its manifold
voices. With wan. fevered face tenderly
lifted to the cooling breeze, he looked out
wistfully on the ocean's-changing won
iers on its fair, sails on its restless
waves rolling shoreward, to break and
Jie beneath the noonday sun on the red
2louds-of evening, arching low to. the
horizon on the-serene and shining path
way of, the stars. Let us think that his
aying eyes read a mystic meaning which
Dnly the rapt and. parting soul may
tenow. Let.us believe that in the silence
3f the receding world he heard the great
waves breaking on a farther shore and
felt already upon his wasted brow -the
breath of the eternal- morning."St
Louis Republic ^&^ ggp
SAW LINCOLN SHOT
EYE WITNE SS OP QMTH' CRIBQ3
NOW MVilNG Ef^ WAKE-
WAS BACK OF TOT CURTAIN
William "Withers Is? jHi Name and
Was Leader v.of the Or
chetra in Ford's The
In the village of "Wakefield there is an
old man to whom the shooting of Presi
dent McKinley eojnes^othe with especial
force, says the New" York Sun. is
William Withers, and life was once the
leader of the orchestra in' Ford's theater,
Washington, and" while $here he was an
eye witness of the shooting,of President
Lincoln on the njght ofrj-pril 14, 1865.
"In a life of .sixty-fi^s years, almost
fifty of which have been* spent as ah or
chestra leader, I have seen many strange
things," he said to a Suft reporter on the
night of the shocting -of President Mc
Kinley, "and I have traveled all over this,
continent and Europe but of vail the
things that I recall norijje remains so in
delibly stamped upon the tablets of my
memory as the scenes |fef that terrible
night. It seems but yesterday Cnce Lin
coln died, i" i
"Laura Keene's company was at Ford's
theater, and on that-'pamlcular nightIt
was Good Fridaythe* play, was 'Our
A.merican Cousin,' withlLaura Keene as
the star. I waa i.ouijg |JN denthusiastic
then, and very much wrapped up in my
worK. i had written, land composed a
song which I called flenor to Our Sol
diers.' I had engaged., & Quartet and we
nad practiced time and again. Miss
mfes thatt itnight
BOOKER T. WASHINGTON, A. p.. LL. D.
The Liast Title Was Just Conferred by Dartmouth College
Maj. Kathbone and the two boys7 "Tad'
and Robert Lincoln. They proceeded to
a box to the right'of the stage and four-'
teen feet above Us level. As the party
walked along the passage the vast audi
ence cheered enthusiastically, while the
orchestra struck up 'Hall to the Chief!'
I had heard that played often at the en
trance of a president to some public
gathering, and had frequently noted that
the chief executive ignored ifr and failed
to acknowledge that he understood its
import. Not so with Lincoln. smiled
.and bowed politely to the orchestra and
audience then, with characteristic mod
esty, he withdrew to a far corner of the
box so that bis face was shaded by the
curtain. He did not sit in front as has
been erroneously stated,
and good an amiable.*
I had had a drink together, and now that
the president was seated 1-saw him mOv*
Img down the passageway leading to the
box. He seemed to be intently watching
"'What has come over Booth tonight
I wonder, that he follows the play so
closely?'.. I remarked to a member of the
"This was near the conclusion of the
first act. Just as the curtain was about
to be rung down, J. B. Wright, the
prompter, sent word to me that it would
be- impossible to produce my song that
m-ght, because Miss Keene was nervous
over the unexpected arrival of the presi
dent, and was fearful lest something
would occur to mar the play. I was an
gry at this, as Miss Keene had given me
a positive promise, and had said, more
over, that she would aid me as much as
she could. I was naturally eager to see
how the song would take, as I was some
what proud of it.' I made up my mind,
therefore, to go to the rear of the Btage
and remonstrate with Wright.
"Just inside the door leading to the
point I wisbed to reach, the box contain
ing the governor which controlled the gas
jets of the entire building was placed.
Leaning over this box was Spangler a
scene shifter, apparently watching the
-.4* 'Get.out of my way,'-1 exclaimed. -'$
'What business have you here?' Tie"
'I am going to -see Mr. Wright,' I
rejoined, 'get out.'
"The fellow moved Sway, and before
he had time to return to the box the
whistle blew and he had- to make the
changes for the dairy scene.
I talked with Wright and left him In
disgust, as the best he could do was to
promise that, if .possible, the song would
be sung after .the closing ."act, when I
kiew well that no one would stay to
listen to it. had stepped down
Step of the stairs on my 'way' back to
the orchestra when suddenly a pistol shot
ran? out. I stopped, wheeled about, and
saw the dark figure of a man flying
through the air from the president's box
to the- stage,i. Half- wayhls,foot caught
in tht- Hag. and he leU to the floor.
was up again in an.instant and rushing
in my direction- He held a dagger in hto
ogn-zea wnkes Booth. Uls face was
a tjirible sight It was drawn and white,
anJ his black eyes blazed like fire and
v-citfed to protrude fromo his head. Hi.s
seemed stand on end
Let me pass! Let me pass!" he said.
stood stupidly staring at him and
f-aid not a word. All at once he crouched
low and sprang at me, lunging with the
ct&gger as he came. It cut through my
dregscoat waistcoast ,and two shirts, but
did not graze the skin. sprang again,
this time .high in the air. and struck me
rrom above downward. The point of tlhe
weapon buried itself .in the back of my
neck after passing through the coat just
below the collar, and 1 fell to the floor
with my face to the rear dodr. Booth
.leaped .oyer me swung the door vwide,
Jed the front of the stage
here was great confusion, and the stage
was crowded with 'people who shouted for
vengeance, screaming: 'Shoot him! Kill
,"'What.is.it?' I asked.
'Look.' replied the detective pointing
to the president's box. I did look and
saw the president's head hanging over
the- rail. His face was very white. Mrs.
Lincoln was wiping his forehead with a
liandkerchief while Laura Keene stood
beside her holddng a pitcher of water.
Has Mr. Lincoln been shot?' I in
'He has.' replied the detective, and
you are underm arrest.'y
"I was taken to the police station.
stor and assure'd the
sung the a0t tha
Ihe entrance of the.'presidential party
which was entirely unexpected, very ef
fectually put an end to our plan. The
party consisted of Mr- and Mrs. Lincoln
authorities that it was Wilkes Booth who
had escaped. I was wounded, and when
the dagger was* found an hour later in
tront of the patent office, I was dis
charged. Spangler subsequently confessed
to his share in the plot. At the sound
of the pistol shot he was to turn out
the lights. Had it not been for me, he
declared, no one could ever have identi
fied the assassin, as he would have es
caped ^n the darkness."
Mr. Withers has been to Europe twice
under Sothern. and ,was' leader in a San
Francisco theater orchestra for five
years. He served in the army during the
War of the Rebellion, and at its close
signed at Ford's theater. His last en
gagement was under Daly, as late as
when "The Geisha"" was 'produced.- Since
then Mr. Withers has suffered from an
abscess of the ear and on that account
has been compelled to retire. He looks
much younger than sixty-five.
Ufa Haunting Fear.
"Mamma, is heaven like a clrcuB?"
"Why, of course not. Bobble!"
"Well, I nave always been afraid I would
be disappointed in it."Life.
Tlie A^onsf Adjective.
WifeWhy don't, ytfu smoke those ci
gars I gave you at Christmas time? I'm
sure, they're delightful.
HusbandMy dear, delightful is not the
Sisterly Sympatliy. i-v-
(rwsndoleiiHow late you are, dear. What
have you been doing: all the afternoon?
MaudeHelping: the Grugsbys at their "at
home" and making myself generally fascina
ting: %n agreeable!
GwendolenPoor thing! What a hard day's
work for you!Punch.
A GIRL TO ADORPS.
youth of the Diplomatic Cdrprf _/*.
At a 5 o'clock tea found Miss Morps
Reigned as bell, and said he, ^s&rLilf
j.- *^As she gave him his teaT: **^3tfe'
"An! you not only reign but you porpsl"'"
Comfort From Home. *!?**$??.-.
"Ail is lost save honor," telephoned the de
feated candidate to his wife at 2 a.m.
"Well, you'll have'to walk home, then," she
answered, "for that won't do you any good on
the owl cars."
And nothing but the low. hoarse buzzing of
the telephone wires answered her.Baltimore
fes-.^iV^Her Hearing Was Good.
The Mistress (entering the kitchen)Jane,
didn't I hear a dish break a minute ago?
vThe MaidI hope you did, mem it made
noise enough. If you hadn't heard it 1 should
have thought you were getting deaf, and that,
you know, would be awful.Boston Transcript.
'Not Foaitire About JUirn^r,
A brief obituary notice of a citizen who' was
kicked skyward by a mule reads:
"^The hard hoofs of an old mule serit
^'The citizen away.
^'.45^je apjaroached. to myJiQrror I rea-^M- 'XM
do not l$now just where he yreatfcr,.
He *ame npt bs.%k to *5ay!"
'dashed through, slamming it behind him.
As the shaft of light from the stage
pierced the gloom outside I had a mo
mentary view of the picture framed by
the darkness. I recognized the head and
Vand of 'Peanut* John, and the foeSas
of the two horses he was holding. I did
not know at that time that Booth had
b-oken.-. his ankle when he fell.
n.oved with remarkable activity.
'I was dragged to my feet by a de
tective whosetoname. I no longer remem-
tiQally'safe, thanks to a police system
not easily evaded by prank or criminal,
and the cunning assassin watts for a
better chance that will surely arrive
somewhere* else. No harm has ever
come to any of our-chief magistrates
in or about the executive mansion. Lin
coln was .murdered at the .theater Gar
field received his fatal wound at a rail
road station, and McKinley was attack
ed at a reception in a distant city. The
chosen weapon seems invariably to be
Mr. McKinley,' though doubtless realiz
ing that, like aH other potentates and
monarchs, he was more or less liable to
assassination, never nad the slightest
fear of such a fate. During all the
Hurry and excitement of the war with
Spain, wttien emissaries of the enemy
were supposed to be thick in Washing
ton, he used to go out walking on Penn
sylvania avenue quite frequently. Seem
ingly he had the feeling that'is common I
among old soldiers, to the effect that he
woUd not die until'. the appointed hour
arrived, and that 'there was no use try
ing to dodge a bullet, If he was destined
to be fired at.
Apart from this quasi-fatalistic idea,
Mr. McKinley never worred about any
thing. All his life he had cultivated a
tranquility of mind which was one of
his most remarkable traits. He-never
permitted himself to be annoyed, hurried
or excited. When he was shot InBuf
falo the other day, according to the tes
timony of observers, he was decidedly
the coolest person present, and even re
fused to believe that he was seriously
His immediate predecessor, MP. Cleve
land, was, on the other hand, very much
afraid of assassination always. He nev
er walked abroad, and when he went
driving he was invariably occompanied
by guards. Usually a couple of detec
tives followed at a short distance a
second carriage, while a mounted police
man rode close to his own vehicle. When
he came to Washington for his second
inauguration he was fairly surrounded
by plain-clothes men, and at the White
house extraordinary precautions were
taken for his personal safety. This tim
idity seemed to grow upon him, and was
much more marked during his second
term than in his first administration.
At the-White house a perpetual watch
is kept for cranks, who seem to make
that establishment their Mecca when
they come to Washington. Many of
them have unsatisfied claims against the
government, or other grievances, real or
imaginary, and are likely to be danger
ous. One of the tribe created quite a
scare during Mr. Cleveland's second ad
ministration, but probably he meant no
harm. Even the grounds of the execu
tive mansion are covered by a network
of wires, with electric buttons in all
sorts of odd places, and any alarm will
bring a dozen policemen together inside
of.half a minute.
As already stated, it is away from
home that the president is in, danger.
Notwithstanding all precautions that can
to attack by a deadly weapon. Every
minute while he is on a journey, or when
he is the guest at a banquet in a distant
city, or when he is shaking hands with
the multitude at a reception, he is anx
iously watched, though usually without
being conscious of the fact, by detectives
of the secret service, who are ready at
any moment to seize anybody who may
show the slightest signs of a hostile in
tention. But, unfortunately, a pistol ia
easily concealed and strikes instantane
On that fatal morning when James A.
Garfield went to his death he was en
joying the very fullness of life and
health. How could he know that a hu
man fiend with a pistol in his pocket
was lurking about, waiting for him, in
the neighborhood of the Pennsylvania
railroad station, a few blocks from the
White house? It was a beautiful day,
and tlhe president was going to the sea
shore with his .two boys, Harry and
James, to see Mrs. Garfield, who was
Just recovering at Ifilberon from erl
ous illness. Little Mollie, the daughter,
who was then only twelve years old,
was with ,hernjipther.
Stanley Brown, the president's secre
tary, and Col. Rockwell, of. the army,
came to breakfast, which was a partlcu-v
larly jolly meal. Mr. Garfield told sev
eral funny stories and was in the hap
piest of humors. After breakfast he
saw the boys turning handsprings on the
bed in their room, and he himself turned
one in like fashion, saying that he was
quite as. nimble as any boy in the world.
"Hurrah for papa!" cried the young
sters. Then they went down to the porti
co of the White house -and the president
entered an open carriage with Mr. Blaine,
the boys following in a second vehicle.
They drove to the Pennsylvania station,
through the waiting room when Guiteau
stepped from behind the open door and
shot point-blank at his back. The as
sassin was nervous, and the bullet did
not strike its mark. What became of it
nobody ever knew. Strange to say Mr.
Garfield took no notice of the shot,
though it made a loud explosion ln so
small a space, and then the assassin, tak
ing careful aim, fired a second time. Im
mediately the president dropped the
handbag that he was carrying,' and, stag
gering for a moment, fell upon the floor,
while Mr. Blair, calling for' help, ran
to his assistance.
Meanwhile, taking advantage of the
contusion, Guiteau turned and ran out
of the door through which the president
haa entered. A cab. which he had hired
previously, was waiting for him, but Just
at that moment a stalwart policeman
came along and grabbed the murderer.
The latter was promptly escorted to po
lice headquarters, close by, and was
locked up before a mob, could gather. He
was extremely cool, refused to say any
thing as to the motive of his act, and ac.
cused the district attorney, Col. Corfchill,
of designing to hand him over to the peo
ple for slaughter. Presently, however, a
van arrived with half a dozen mounted
policemen, and the miscreant was walked
through the crowd and driven away, to
ail. If the-mob had had a leader he
would have been lynched undoubtedly.
As it was, the jail had to be guarded
afterward by a battalion of artillery and
another battalion, of marines to prevent
violence, l'i -7^5'., rX'*J
had ^aH'rial that was' notably
fair under the circumstances, and was
hanged by due process of law June SO,
1882. His-brain is now preserved in the
Army Medical Museum at Washington in
a glass jar.' Experts who examined it
found that it was diseased, but it would
be another matter to assume that the"
ass-assin was -so tar demented as to be
not responsible for his actions. That he
might have become insane later is not
unlikely, but the chief trouble that af
flicted him mentally seemed to be a
morbid desire for notoriety. Like the
mart who "fired the Ephesian dome" Gni
teau wished to attract the admiring at
tention of the world, and this was the
quickest way to do it.
Dr.' Kotbert''Reyburn, one of Mr. Gar
field's physicians, says: "On my arrival
at the .depot I -hastened up stairs, and
saw President Garfield lying on a mat-
ress,- which had been placed on the Hoor
of a rtiom in the second story. I asked
him: Mr. President, are von bacuv huxtr'
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President Closely Watched.
the president 'are He answered: 'I am afraid I am-'
I apparently dying from internal hemor-
rhage. He urgently begged to be re
moved to the White house. I think
can see now the sea of human faces that
completely filled the space in and around
the depot as we carried him downstairs
and out to the ambulance, in which he
was slowly "driven to the executive man
"A telegram was sent to Mrs. Garfield,
but it was feared that the president
would die before she arrived. Once in
my hearing he asked the secretary of
state, 'Why should he have wished to
shoot me?' It was explained that proba
bly the assassin had* been disappointed in
seeking some office. Later on there: was
an unexpected improvement in GarSeld's
condition, and he asked what Irs chances
of recovery were. I replied: 'Mr. Presi
dent, in my opinion you have a chance
my arm, and,
S his fac more fully toward me,
said, with a cheerful smile. 'Well, .doc
tor, we'll take tlhe chance.'
At the time of the murder of Mr. Gar
field, the old playhouse known as Ford's
theater, where Mr. Lincoln was assassi
nated, was occupied by the Army Medical
museum. The body of Guiteau. after the
hangjng, was first buried at the. district
jail, and then was dug up again, being
wanted by. the government physician's.
:it was brought to the Ford's theater
building in a wagon, as secretly a*-pos
sible, but a local newspaper man gv
wind of it, looked up the person who had
driven the.cart, and, pretending-that he
did not believe the story, made a bet
with him that it was not true.
The man, whose vanity was piqued,
took the reporter into the cellar of the
theater- at night, carrying a lantern.
After walking among piles of lumber
and boxes, the small light seeming to in
tensify the gloom,, tlhe guide- suddenly
stopped, and witb deep-sepulchral voice
"You a re now near all that remains
mortal of Charles Guiteau."
"Where is it?" was asked.
"Do you recognize, those shoes? Ain't
this his coat? Do you see his coflln?"
"Yes, they look like them,' was the
answer, "but it is Charles I want to see."
Whereupon- the -body was shown and
auly identified- The reporter paid the
Guiteau was dissected and .^keletqnizei}.
and his bones are still-in-the ^possession
of .the Army Medical .museum.
It was on the. evening of Ajpril U.' i?65,
a few minutes after 10 o'clock, tliat'Mr.
Lincoln was shot by Wilkes'Boouh 'fri a.
private box at Ford's theater.- Tb trtay
was "Our. American CotisM and'*the
famous actress, Laura Keene, -haSj the
principal part. After firing the"fata'f shot
the.murderer sprang down on the-stagp.'
but. caught one of nis spurs in Xha flag
with which the hex was draped. Though
his ankle was broken by this accident,
he took time to strike an attitude and
cry to the audience, "Sic semper tyran-
nis." before^ taking flight." Only one. per
son in the theater, Maj. Stewart, hail the
Presence-,.-of, -nnndi.tft^BW^^^rttue -man*
climbing upon the stage and running af
ter him down the alley, where Booth had
left his horse in charge of a boy. But
i the assassin by thi3 time was mounted
and away. He got safely over into Mary-
land, and several days elapsed before ho
was finally cornered in a burning barn,
where he was shot to death by Boston
The fatally wounded president was car
ried across the street from the theater
to the house of William Peterson, where
he died at 7:22 o'clock the next morning.
At 9 o'clock the body was taken to the
White house, where it remained In the
east room until the 19th. Then it was
removed to the capitol and lay there.in
state, to be viewed by tnousanas, untai
April 22. On that date it was taken to
Springfield, -111., to be buried.
Wilkes Booth was buried in the peni
tentiary at Washington.. When part of
the prison' was torn down his remains
were taken up and interred beneath the
floor of a storehouse, now occupied as
a barracks by the war department. Rel
atives obtained permission, near the close
of Johnson's administration, to remove
them, and tbe task was accomplished
as quietly as possible, the services of an
undertaker being engaged.
This undertaker's snap happened by
ohar.ee to be just around the corner from
Ford's theater. About 7 p. m. a wagon
drove into the alley alongside of the thea
ter and stopped in the rear of the under
taker's. This, oddly enough, was the
same alley In which Booth had left his
horse to be "held while he went into the
theater to accomplish the crime that was
destined to startle the world. Tne wagon
unloaded a' pine box cor taming a body,.
which was carefully examined and duly
identified with, the help of a dentist who
had filled the teeth. Then it was put
Into a coffin and shipped by rail at night
to Baltimore, where it was interred in
the Booth burial lot at Greenmount ceme
A In-verted Fable.
"Now," said the Big Buck Deer to him
elaest born, "I will show you a sight that
you never saw before and I am so proud
of that I feel like walking around on ray
hind legs all the rest of my life."
''Why!" said the fawn, "it is a man, as
"Yes," said the fawn's proud parent,
dragging out the carcass from behind a
tree, "and now, like a little good deer,
run and get me my sharpest knife. While
I skin him and prepare his head as
dining room ornament. And shall I tell
you how your papa did such a brave
d*ed? Then listen, my son. This morn
ing, In company with my faithful blood
hounds, I tracked the man through the
forest, drove him into the lake, having
first ascertained that he was unarmed,
and then, as he was swimming About al
most exhausted, I put forth in my canoe
and shot him at leisure in a nice vital
spot where it wouldn't show."
Moral"But, pap," said the fawn, "the
man had no chance at all against your
skill and science. I don't see anything
brave to be proud of."
"But you will,* said the* Big Buch Deer,
when you get to be as big as I am."
"Two," the tired-looking citizen replied. *i^?u V* r"
"What are they?" l*'-f%^**.-%
'Both boys."Chicago Record-Herald. /j&~ '2j%
A Endless Cbain.
_Mrs. Skantbord (proudly)Nothing goes t* J,
waste in this house! I make bash, oat o^f
everything that's left over. "T?jr!
Mrs. Slimtable (musingly)But what do yea* i
do with the hash that's left over? i
Mrs. SkantbordRehash it!Puck. *E*y*3i
No "Way Ont of |Jf
DruggistCan't you get your prescriptio^Vf/
filled at any other time than, at 3 to the morn-^V
She-*-I am sorry, but that is" the only i5th#
my husband is home.Harper's Bazar.'