The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1878-06-27
THE EMPEROR,S DANGER.
An Eye Witness Describes the Last At
tempt on the Kaiser's Life.

An Eyewitness Describes the Last At
tempt on the Kaiser's Life.
Berlin Cor New York World.l
Two o'clock on Sunday afternoon,
Inter den Linden. 1t is cool, pleas
ant June day. The crowd streams idly
along this broad street The cafes are
filed. The stately officers of The Royal
Guard are out in all the elegance OF full
dress uniform. Richly-dressed women
sweep the pavement with their long,
slim trains. Here and there trio of
students swagger through the crowd,
with bright colored caps and SCARED
faces. Ceaseless is the flow of
droschkies, carrying the easy going
Berliners, with wives aid children,
toward the green alleys Of the Thier-
garten.
The Kaiser's carriage rolls out from
the door way of his palace at the other
end OF the Linden. He is going, as a
good Berliner, to take his daily drive in
the Thiergarten. The equipage is
simple Victoria, low and open, drawn by
two small, quick trotting black horses.
There is nothing to distinguish it from
other carriages except the waving
plumes of the Jaeger who sits upon the
box. The Kaiser sits erect upon the
back seat as the carriage, with it's rub
ber-covered wheels, rolls swiftly and
noiselessly down the street. He bears
his fourscore years nobly, and his
greeting is sincere and kind as he an
swers the respectful salutations which
every one delights to give him. I be-
Heve there are plenty of people who walk
on the south side of Inter den Linden
at this hour for no other pur-
pose than the simple pleasure of TAX
ing off their hats to the brave old En-
peror. will confess to having done
so myself.
The carriage is passing No. Is, in the
most crowded and fashionable part Of
the street. Suddenly, from an open
window in the second story, two gun
shots flash like lightning out of a clear
sky! The Kaiser sinks back ON the
seat. Blood trickles down his face
The carriage stops. The jaeger springs
from his seat and holds his wounded
master in his arms while the carriage
slowly turns and drives down the other
side of the street toward the palace. I
stand within fifteen feet of the equipage
as it passes. I see the stately figure
lying there helpless; the red stream
trickling slowly over the bronzed face,
now SO pallid; the pain, the anguish,
the unutterable detection in those manly
features. realize, as if in an evil
dream, that for the second time within
barely three weeks the Emperor of Ger
many has been shot at like dog in the
streets of his own capital.
The people are wild with excitement
and rage. A crowd has gathered itself
in an instant about the house. The
street is filed with haste and confusion.
Men rush up to the room of the assassin
and break open the door. He meets the
first who enters with revolver-shot and
then shoots himself, but not fatally. He
is captured and bound. The people be-
low are frantic. They threaten to tear
him in pieces. The big prison-van
comes up to take him away, but it is too
high to pass under the doorway of the
house, and as the driver, in his hurry,
attempts to go through, he is crushed
to death upon his box. At last the pris-
oner is taken away under strong guard
of mounted police. The crowd becomes
quieter but larger every moment, and
joyful tears greet the news which is
brought from the palace that the Kaiser
is in no immediate danger, although he
has been struck by number of shot in
the cheek, neck and shoulder, and has
suffered considerable loss of blood.
The would-be murderer is named Carl
E. Nobling, is 80 years old, and comes
from an old and respectable German
family. He has gained the degree of
the Doctor of Philosophy at the Uni
versity of Leipzig, and is man of con-
siderable literary and scientific culture.
He has written for leading agricultural
reviews. .0'iE