The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1881-07-07

S ASSASSINA7
Ill tho northern States. and with him in the way 10
can't casry single ono" =
He then said to me, WHO are you?"
replied, "A detective officer in this depart
mont"
YOU stick to rue and have me put in tho third
story front atthe jail Gen. Sherman iscomine down
to take charge. Arthur aud all his men are my
friends. and I'll have you made chiet 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
I asked him, II. there anybody else with you in
this matter!" and he answered, mot living soul.
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 30
bad that changed my mind'
ON REACHING THE JAIL
the people there did not seem to know anything
about the assassination, and whom We took him in
side tho door, Mr.. Russ, the deputy warden, said:
him:
Have you ever been here before?"
He replied. mo SIR"
Isaid: well, the deputy warden seems to iden.
tify you
He said: Yes was down here last Saturday
morning and wanted them to let me look 1hr ouch
and they told mo that couldnt, but to come Mon
day."
1asked: 'what va. your object in looking
through"
He said: II wanted to sec what sort Of quarter.
would have to occupy"
then searched him aud when pulled
of his shoes, he said: Give me my
shoes: will catch cold on this stone pavement I"
told him he couldn't have them, and he said,
Give me pair Of pumps, then"
THE WOUNDED PRESIDENT.
The physicians made An unavailipg effort to
discover the ball, At tho depot. 1t was evident
that nothing could DO 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 tho 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 tho
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 chung to the steps in the rear The
vehicle was driven slowly over the Belgian
pavement to Pennsylvania avenue As
soon ~ tho smooth pavement WAS reached
mitted and given passes to 90 and
come as they pleased, and the corridors, stair
cases and Offices were filed with IN anxious.
sad-eyed crowd Of distinguished men. In tho
cabinet room and the presidents private Office
sat the members Of tho cabinet, who had gath
cred 1T tho 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 IN
ready to direct any necessary movement As
he movedsaround aud covered with his brother
cabinet officers or awaited with anxiety each
twenty minute bulletin which tho corps Of ply
slclans sent out, the power and strength of
character Of the man became apparent and
lnstinctiveiy every person turned to him for
advice and suggestions, while the
words '@poor president" that fell from
his lips showed thai the broad heart felt as il
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 a.
bis memory went back some sixteen years, to
the time ono nearer than this came into
the White House, the victim Of an assas-
sins pistol, cold in death. In = deep,
window seat, attempting to read, sat Secretary
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 Is he twisted his moustache and
answered some inquiry. Secretary Window
sat conversing with Gen. Sherman. aud Secre-
tary Hunt walked from ono 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 Cen
James seemed to have load
greater than it could bear: To him was dole
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
gave the brightest side Of tho situation. and it