Newspaper Page Text
i+'jf fi a i y(., "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 ington City. 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. late inn^L i~ 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 President Lincoln. 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 field. UXCOLN. **f-'-K'*- 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 na bea 1 lsDa,t ne lumie fo 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 tions." 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 v 1 fel 1 int -froml the front. I oould not lon bee h)av 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 visible. *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 along1. 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 fully. "'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 since.'" 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 i des filled the soul with trembl'ngs like the nested^ air of midsummer daysall these kindled up fuch a surgwithoujoy of as words mayn describe. l JZ&* 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 uJ"e rost l, -WSff"*1 of sorrownoon and fBidrdght, without a space between." GARFIELD. ha tJ# eve hereafter draw a por- trait of murder, if he will* show'itf as it Mo was least to havhef been looked for, let E3h, pl n?i 5atT^e?-hta the browh knitteld by revenge, the Saw Sette l^L^ atJ?er,J?- M0%\ decorous, smooth-faced, bloorless demon not so iuch an example of human nature in its depravity and in brimV",* 3 an tofernkl & me ^ine in his oration being a fiendd in the ordinary disrolav and -of his character odevelopment Th S .J 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 wountd helped him to a seat h, war. caught the stricken man fUH hhad 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 deeply. 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 YOL. 17. NO. 40. ST. PAUL AND MINNEAPOLIS. MINN.. SiTUEl)^ OCTOBER & 1901f^/.- tne presiaent was reierreo. to as a *V~HU^!c4s^^*^ W\ !res and that atax 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 September 26. 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 vine decree. "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 -J--^^ 'Sixy*j& Defective Page SAW LINCOLN SHOT 4J, 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 ater 18$$, v* 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 Keene habetween promised 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, 'How greaoverture thought 2 and good an amiable.* eI, th WilkesdBooth and 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 the play. "'What has come over Booth tonight I wonder, that he follows the play so closely?'.. I remarked to a member of the orchestra. 3 "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 Play. -.4* 'Get.out of my way,'-1 exclaimed. -'$ 'What business have you here?' Tie" demanded. '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 one 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 ngKt hand. 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 haI i seemed stand on end blac 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 an here was great confusion, and the stage was crowded with 'people who shouted for vengeance, screaming: 'Shoot him! Kill hv.m! ,"'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 quired. 'He has.' replied the detective, and you are underm arrest.'y "I was taken to the police station. .^T stor and assure'd the tol should 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 i 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 .'._Wft-, 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 word.Boston Journal. 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. i & 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"'" '.v- .iT Comfort From Home. *!?**$??.-. "Ail is lost save honor," telephoned the de feated candidate to his wife at 2 a.m. "Well, you'll have'to walk home, then," she answered, "for that won't do you any good on the owl cars." And nothing but the low. hoarse buzzing of the telephone wires answered her.Baltimore Americaii,. fes-.^iV^Her Hearing Was Good. The Mistress (entering the kitchen)Jane, didn't I hear a dish break a minute ago? vThe MaidI hope you did, mem it made noise enough. If you hadn't heard it 1 should have thought you were getting deaf, and that, you know, would be awful.Boston Transcript. 'Not Foaitire About JUirn^r, A brief obituary notice of a citizen who' was kicked skyward by a mule reads: "^The hard hoofs of an old mule serit ^'The citizen away. tWe ^'.45^je apjaroached. to myJiQrror I rea-^M- 'XM do not l$now just where he yreatfcr,. He *ame npt bs.%k to *5ay!" s&a$V. -Anta-Corist^ution, m^er mpt S 1 ii a S?^ th !v.^^ and '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- v.^- i^-Ji, nOU8e 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 the bullet. 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 wounded/ 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 *ta^^tt^*^tt3t^Tr^ 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 ously. 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 Gulteau 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' i 1.1| .|i.|. .f I I !,|.fn. I if I 91 i tji OT HE APPEAL KEEPS IN FRONT ^sP^V'*-'"- "BEOATJSE: ir~It is theorgan, of ALL Afro-Americans.," 6Itis not controlled by any ring or clique* 8It asks no supportbutthe people's. *****'Hw $2.40 PER YEAR President Closely Watched. the president 'are He answered: 'I am afraid I am-' prac I Ho 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 sion. "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 for recovery.' "He place,d hies tu hand on f" ln 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 said: "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 bet. 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 Corbett. 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 tery.Cincinnati Enquirer. 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 I live!" "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 a 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." Twins. instruments?" "Any musical asked. Mfi %r the assessor- "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 ^kSfi-j Mrs. SkantbordRehash it!Puck. *E*y*3i fe'C*k No "Way Ont of |Jf DruggistCan't you get your prescriptio^Vf/ filled at any other time than, at 3 to the morn-^V log. ma'am? She-*-I am sorry, but that is" the only i5th# my husband is home.Harper's Bazar.'