The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1881-11-25
A BAD SHOT.
A Third Unsuccessful AttcmPt Upon
the Lite of the Assassin Of Presi-
dent Garfield.


dent Garfield.
Another attempt upon the life Of the assas-
sin Guiteau was made shortly after the adj
ournment of court on the sixth day OF the
trial.
The prisoner was being conveyed back to jail
in the prison van Perry liz. Carson, guards
man, stood upon the rear steps of the van.
The driver, James Leonard, was accompanied
by Officer Edelin,. of the mounted police force
but upon this occasion Edelin, was not mount
ed. and sat upon the box by the side OF the
( driver.
AS the van turned into East Capitol street,
heading for the JAIL man mounted upon q
wiry sorrel gelding dashed up to the side OF
the vehicle. Tho rider deliberately looked in
through the narrow barrel ventllator upon
the side OF the wagon until he saw Guiteau
crOuching down upon the right hand OF the van.
'sOh, there you are, YOU son Of q -. shouted
the rider az be wheeled of and discharged one
shot from q revolver through the side OF the
van 1T Gnteau. Ashriek OF abjoct terror was
1 heard inside. Guiteau yelling ION, my God!
my God l ann shot Help! Murder = Then
he fell III o lit OF fright upon the floor OF
the wagon. The wOuld-be assassin of the
occasion dashed away without rsllng
second shot. AS ne put spurs to his horse
he held his revolver upon the officers
until he passed them. he bent low
his horses neck and spurred with fiery energy
toward the north. The officers were so over
whelmed with surprise at the suddenness and
xpectedness of the attack that they hardly
realized what was done until the bold rider was
OF and away. Officer Edelin, fired one shot
after him, but it did not delay him at ALL
as il went very wide of its mark
! The officers at first paid no attention
TO Guiteau, who kept shrieking with terror,
saying that he was killed, and constantly calling
for help. The officers stupidity Imagined that
they could pursue the fleet rider with their
heavy van. Ii was wheeled about and the
! horses attached TO IL were dashed TO a gallop,
while Edelin, sat with cooked revolver in HE
! hand looking for shot at the flying man. The
van reached the high incline overlooking the
rairofd tracks only in time to see
the Jorrel geding bolt straight across
! the tracks toward the open country.
Some hours Of afterward drunken half-w il.
ted fellow named Bill Jones was arrested in the
vicinity Of the Soldiers Home, but he proved
to be the wrong man, after lying in jail twenty.
four hours. The real shooter escaped. The
easy manner IN which he succeeded in making
himself scarce, and the general conduct OF the
police officers, leads to the belief that there
/ q conspiracy in Washington to make way with
( the assassin, and that the men who have beer
! detailed TO guard the wretch are AT least dis.
posed TO wink at, if not aid, the conspiratOrs in
/ their plans. When the officers saw that further
! pursuit was impossible, they opened die
/ van and looked for Guiteau. He was
! in pitable plight. Already he had
suffered q hundred deaths from abject terror.
/ His face was ivid and bathed III cold sweat.
] His teeth were chatteIing as If in some deadly
chill. His wound was bleeding quite freely.
! staining his murderous right hand bright red.
His terror had also produced spontaneous
movement OF the bowels, SO that, all combined,
| he presented disgusting appearance
On examination it was found that the ball
had just grazed Guiteaus left wrist. infictIng
I mere scratch. The ball struck the opposite
side of the van and fell upon the floor, whore
/ it was found on reaching the jail
II was not untl Guteau was inside Of
the jail that the assassin recovered his
/ composure in a measure. lie was taken
! to his cell, where the slight wound
was dressed and change OF clothing provided
\ for him. After all was done Gulteau said II
/ want after this to have a strong body guard. /
! desire to prevent recurrence of this attack"
! Then he subsidized into gloomy fit, as if the
fact was beginning to pierce the dense shell Of
his vanity that he did not have friend upon
/ the earth and that death reaching out its
! hand for him from every quarter