Weekly commercial herald. (Vicksburg, Miss.) 1884-18??, 1886-05-21
THE T CAUGHT.

Louis Llngga, Who Threw the Bomb
at the ~HaYmarket, After a Des-
perate Struggle, ls Landed In jail.
CHICAGO, May l5.-The following
additional particulars Of the capture
Of Louis Lingga, the young German
who is supposed to have thrown the
bomb at the Haymarket, are learned
Two men, In civilians dress, walked
west on Ambrose street at 1890 yes
terday. When they were between
Lincoln and ROBBERY street, they open
ed the gate in front Of a little cottage
and walked into the yard. The
hgures 80 were on the weather
beaten doors. One of the men
ran up the steps to the entrance,
while the other walked around to the
rear OF the house and raped on. the
door. The little cottage is the home of
Gustav Kline and the two strangers
seeking admittanco were Officers Low
ensteln aud Schiller, of the East Chi
cago avenue police station.
"Who is there?" asked a woman in a
calico dress, as she hurried to the back
door where officer Schiller stood, drip
ping in the rain.
"a friend who wishes to see Mr..
Kline" replied the office.
"He's not at home" replied the
woman, but | expect him in every mo-
ment "Won'C you CONF Ii 2" The door
swung open on its hinges a1d the officer
walked over the threshold.
"a rainy day this" drawled the
visitor, addressing his conversation to
a tall wiry young man, with a pale
face, Who sat on a wooden chair,
watching the big drops flash against
the window panes. The young mar
tugged at his light mustache, eyed the
officer sharply and then rose from his
seat. Then he began to pace the floor
with a nervous stride never once lift.
ing his eyes from the stranger.
"Who are you looking for :" he asked
in German, apparently growing uneasy
at the nonchalent manner of the officer.
"Mr. Kline replied Schiller, rising
from his seat. "But if you are Louis
Lingga you'll do just as we'll"
The young mar stopped his pacing
and stood like q riveted to
the floor. The color in his face
fled in an instant and his fingers
twitched neTvously. With a great
effort he replied Eyes, that is my name.
Now what do you want?"
"Well, then" replied the officer, Il
guess I'll take you to the station house.
You are wanted there" Schiller then
advanced towards the young man, but
before he had taken a half dozen steps
the latter drew a Colts navy revolver
from his breast pocket and cooking
the murderouS looking weapon, leveled
the thirteen inches of the barrel at the
officer.
"lfI have to die, you will die too"
he sErieked in German, as he placed
the index finger of his right hand on
the trigger and took deliberate aim at
the officer.
Schiller seeing his peril rushed upon
his would be-murderer aud a life and
death struggle ensued. Lingga
fought with the fury OF
a wild beast and made repeated efforts
to discharge the weapon, the barrel of
which was held by the officer. The
rolled OVer and over, upsetting
tables and chairs and rafting the
window panes in the room. While
the fight was liercest there was a crash
at the front end of the cottage and
officer LoweDsteln, WHO had heard the
struggle within and had burst open
the door, tumbled in out Of the rain
and hurried to his comrades assistance.
The appearance of the second officer
made Lingga delirious With rage. He
shrieked and cursed in his native
togue and refused to relax his grip
until Lowenstein seized him by the
throat and choked him until
his face grew purple and red. The
weapon, with its cylinder filed with
bullets, was then taken away
from him and his wrists locked to.
with a pair of steel bracelets
Thus pinioned the officers hurried their
prisoner to the Hinman street station,
where he was boosted into a special
wagon and hurried off to the East
Avenue station.
II would not care what they did
with me if l had only killed those two
officers" he said, as he was driven to
a cell. II tried to shoot them, and l
am sorry I didn't succeed.
When the patrol wagon arrived at
station house the prisoner was thrown
into a cell,