The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1881-11-25
A BAD SHOT.

A Third Unsuccessful Attempt Upon
dent Garfield
Another attempt upon the life of the assas-
sin Guiteau was made shortly after the adj
jcurnment Of court on the sixth day Of the
trial
The prisoner was being conveyed back to Jail
in the prison van. Perry H. 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 q man mounted upon a
wiry sorrel gelding dashed tip to the side of
the vehicle. The rider deliberately looked in
through the narrow barrel ventilator upon
the side of the wagon until he saw Guitrau
crouching down upon the right hand of the van
sob, there you are, you son of a -" shouted
the rider, as he wheeled OFF and discharged one
shot from revolver through the side of the
van at Guiteau. A shrek of abiect terror was
heard inside, Guiteau yelling sob, my God
my God / am shot Help Murder p Then
he fell in q tit Of fright upon the floor or
the wagon. The wou1d=be assassin of the
occasion dashed away without risklng a
second shot, As he put spurs to his horse
he held his revolver upon the officers
until he passed them. He bent low over
his horses neck and spurred with fiery energy
toward the north. The officers were so over
whelmed with surprise at the suddenness and
unexpectedness of the attack that they hardly
realized what was done until the bold rider was
of and away. Officer Edelin, fred one shot
after him, but it did not delay him at all,
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The officers at first paid no attention
to Guteau, who kept shrieking with terror.
saying that he was killed, and constantly calling
for help. The officers stupidity imagined that
they could pursue the feet rider with thei
heavy van. 1t was wheeled about, and the
horses attached to it we're dashed to gallon
while Edelin, sat with cooked revolver in his
hand looking for q shot at the flying man. The
van reached the high incline overlooking ths
the sorrel gelding bolt straight acros:
the tracks toward the open country
Some hours of afterward drunken half-w if
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. Tllt
easy manner in which he succeeded in making
himself scarce, and the general conduct of the
police officers, leads to the belief that there il
o 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 ii
their plans. When the officers saw that further
pursuit was impossible, they opened the
van and looked for Guiteau. He was
in pitiable plight. ALREADY he haG
suffered hundred deaths from abject terror
His face was ivid and bathed in cold sweat
His teeth were chattering 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, ali combined,
he presented a disgusting appearance.
On examination it was found that the ball
had just grazed Guiteau's left wrist, infict'ng
mere scratch. The ball struck the opposite
side of the van and fell upon the floor, where
it was found on reaching the jail.
It was not untI Guiteau was inside OF
the Jail that the assassin recovered his
composure Id measure. He was taken
to his cell, Where the slight wound
WAS dressed, and change of clothing provided
for him. After all was done Gulteau said ~
want after this to have a strong body guard
desire to prevent a recurrence of this attack -
Then he subsidized into a gloomy fit, as if the
fact was beginning to pierce the dense shell OF
his vanity that he did not have a friend upon
the earth, and that death was reaching out its
hand for him from every quarter