Weekly commercial herald. (Vicksburg, Miss.) 1884-18??, 1886-05-07

the building with threats and violent
language. "Tear down the place"
they yel ed, skill Rosenfeldt," hes a
police spy" and other like expressions
came fIOm the th: oa's of all. The
fury Of the mob was directed against
the druggist because he had a telephone
in the store, and they had an idea
that Rosenfeldt was giving tips
to the police. The thoroughly
frightened druggist took his family
into the upper part of the house. Some
police officers in the vicinity telephoned
to the Human street station. A wagon
load of police were soon on the scene,
and taking Rosenfeldt and his family
into the wagon, conveyed them to the
station, leaving a guard in the vicinity.
CHICAGO, May 5. The man who
threw the bomb at last nights riot
was arrested today and is nov locked
up at the central station. His name
is Julius Carpenter. The police claim
to have ample proof that he is the
man. He stated that he is a printer
on the Arbeiter Zietung.
The Arbeiter Zeitung, the organ of
the Socialists, is printed in the third
story of a building at 107 Fifth avenue,
the lower floor of which is a lager beer
saloon. The editorial rooms are on
the second floor and it was th re that
the five central station detectives
found Spies this morning. Spies is
the responsible editor, and when the
detectives entered he was in a room
with his brother Chris, who is a furni.
ture worker, and Michael Schwab, a
Socialist editor of the paper. The So
clallsts said not a word as the officers
threw open the door. Detectives Bon.
field and Duffy entered first. "Are
you August Spies?" Bon.
field inquired, directing his look
at the Anarchist. Spies thin
lips parted in a sickly smile
and he displayed two rows of shining
white teeth. He hesitated a moment
before speakirg and with the artful
look of a maleN olent disposition gave
the officers the full benefit of his tanta.
lizing smile. AT length his lips moved
and in a weak and husky voice, in
alarming contrast to his smile of sim
ulated indifference, he made answer:
"Yes, am August Spies"
"Well," replied Bonield, Eve want
you, and you too," said the officer,
turning to Spies brother and Schwab.
The latter was deathly white, and his
hand trembled as he put on his hat.
August Spies was inclined to be ugly.
Duffy asked him his name.
81 don't think its any of your bust
ness said he.
"Well you get ready quick and come
over to the Central station" replied
the officer with a significant move in
the direction of his hip pocket.
Spies said nothing more aud the two
Others submitted to being led down
stairs without uttering a word.
August Spies wore a black suit of
clothes and a Prince Albert coat. He
looked like a man who had been
up all night. He and the other
two were marched wei to the
Central station in a few moments.
Chief Ebersold looked on while the
officers searched them. They were put
in cells downstairs. While the pfis-
oners were being searched they cast
their eyes to the floor, and seemed the
very picture of arrant towards. The
officers were too indignant to speak,
and while the mems clothing was
being overhauled, sim ply glared at
them as if it would be a pleasure to
%annihilate them on the spot.
Orders were at once issued to allow
no one to speak to the prisoners.