Morris tribune., 1881-07-07
all the northern States, and with him in the way we

all the northern States, and with him in the way we
| cant carry single one."
| He then said to me, who are your"
| 1 replied, "A detective officer in this depart
ment"
''You stick to me and have me put in the third
story front at the jail Gen. Sherman is coming down
to take charge. Arthur and all his men are my
friends, and I'll have you made chief of police
When you 60 back to the depot you will find that
eft two bundles of papers at the news stand, which
will explain all
1 asked him, SIS there anybody else with YOU in
this matter?" and he answered, Not living soul
l contemplated this thing for the last six weeks
and would have shot him when he went away with
Mrs Garfield, but looked at her and she looked 80
bad that changed my mind"
ON REACHING THE JAIL
the people there did not seem to know anything
about the assassination and when we took him in
side the door, Mr.. Russ, the deputy warden, said
This man has been here before" 1 then asked
him:
Have you ever been here before?"
He replied, mo SIR"
said: 'Well, the deputy warden seems to iden-
tify you"
He said: Eyes. I was down here last Saturday
morning and wanted them to let me look thr ough
and they told me that couldn't, but to come Mon
day."
asked: what was your object in looking
through?'
He said: II wanted to see what sort Of quarters
I would have to occupy"
I then searched him and when 1 pulled
off his shoes, he said: "Give me my
shoes: I will catch cold on this stone pavement"
L told him he couldn't have them, and he said
Give me pair of pumps, then
THE WOUNDED PRESIDENT
The physicians made an unavailing effort to
discover the ball. at the depot 1t was evident
that nothing could be done in the presence Of
such crowd, and that the slim chance for
saving the presidents life depended upon plac-
ing him where he could have absolute quiet
A police ambulance was sent for, and it was
backed up to the street entrance of the depot
The president was brought down stairs
upon stretcher borne by Chief Cronin
of the fire department, Officer Cornell and two
other gentlemen The doors were thrown
open and the crowd parted while the wounded
man was gently laid upon mattresses in the
bottom Of the vehicle. The president was very
pale and weak, but conscious. He opened his
eyes and gently waved his hands towards the
crowd. Strong men sobbed and cried at the
pitiful sight. A squad of twelve mounted
police surrounded the ambulance. Col Corbin
took seat by the side of the driver COL
Rockwell was inside, and three or four at
tendants clung to the steps in the rear. The
vehicle was driven slowly over the Belgian
pavement to Pennsylvania avenue As
soon as the smooth pavement was reached
mitted and given passes to 60 and
come as they pleased, and the corridors, stair
cases and Offices we're filled with an anxious,
sad-eyed crowd Of distinguished mon. In the
cabinet room and the presidents private office
sat the members of the cabinet, who had gath
cred at the news of the assassination and who
have remained in attendance all day and good
portion of the night. In the presidents pri-
vate Office
SECRETARY BLAINE
sat with sad face, but cool, collected an d
ready to direct any necessary movement As
he movedaround and convered with his brother
cabinet officers or awaited with anxiety each
twenty minute bulletin which the corps of ply
sicians sent out. the power and strength of
character of the man became apparent, and
lnstlnctiYely every person turned to him for
advice and suggestions, while the
words sspoor president" that fell from
his lips showed that the broad heart felt as if
brother lay at deaths door and was wrung
with anguish therefor. Up and down the
room, chewing Cigar, paced Robert Lincoln,
secretary Of war, anon pausing to relieve the
monotony by meeting some anxious inquiry
and relapsing into thought and gazing down
upon the placid Potomac with misty eyes as
his memory went back some sixteen years, to
the time ono nearer than this came into
the White House, the victim Of an assas-
sims pistol, cold in death. In a deep,
Kirkwood, his plain, practical face flushed with
suppressed grief. and his thin, gray hair
tumbled in his efforts to appear calm. Wayne
McVeagh sat at the table writing, his calm,
stoical demeanor
COVERING THE ANXIETY AND SORROW
which crept out at his eyes and into the tones
Of his voice as he twisted his moustache and
answered some inquiry. Secretary Window
sat conversing with Gen. Sherman, and Secre-
tary Hunt walked from one room to another,
restless and nervous, asking questions and
rendering suggestions with an effort to appear
calm and collected; but the quiet,
tender, womanly heart of Gen.
James seemed to have load
greater than it could bear. To him was dele
gated much of the work of answering tele-
grams and inquiries, and already the favorite
Of the correspondents among the cabinet OFF,
GERS was called upon almost constantly by
them for information. To every person he
Ia 80 o;d of &ba oif II
seemed impossible to him to think thatthe
presidentshould die. When some correspond
ent in the crowd around him would speak Of