The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1886-05-16
ARRESTINd A BOMBARDIER.
officer schuler's Desperate Strugglewith
q Muscular German Anarchist.
The Policeman Saves His Life by Swiftly
Closing with His Adversary and Engag-
ing Him in Hand-to-nand Fight.

CHICAGO May 15-The following additional
particulars of the capture of Louis Ling. the
young German who is supposed to have thrown
the bomb at the Haymarket. are learned: Two
men IN civilian dress walked west on Ambrose
street at 1890 yesterday afternoon. When they
were between Lincoln and Robey streets
they opened the gate in front of a lit
Gle cottage and walked into the yard.
The figures .S07 were on the weather
besten door. One of the men ran up the steps
asading to the street entrance, while the other
walked around to the rear of the house and rap
ped on the door. The little cottage is the home
Of Gustave Kline. and the two strangers seeking
admittance were Officers Lowenstsin and Schu-
aer, of the East Chicago avenue police station.
.'Who is there2' asked woman in q calico
arsss. as she hurried to tho back door, where
Ohicer Schiller stood dripping in the rain.
"a friend who wishes to see MIR. Kline" replied
the officer.
.'Hes not at home" said the woman. 'but
expect him every moment Won't you come inp
ihe door swung open on its hinges, and the
oiiesr walked over the threshold.
"A rainy day. this" drawled the visitor, ad
ireesing his conversation to tall, wiry young
naR with pale face who sat on wooden chair
watching the big drops splash against the win
6ow-panes. The young man tugged at his light
mnstache. eyed the officer sharply, and then
arose from his seat Then he began to pace the
door with nervous stride, never once lifting his
eyes from the stranger.
WHO are you looking fort" he asked in Ger
man. apparently growing uneasy at the nonchal-
ant manner of the officer.
'.Mr. Kline" replied Schiller, rising from his
seat, 'but if you are Louis Ling you'll do just
M we'll"
The young man stopped his pacing and stood
Ike one riveted to the floor The color in his
chseks fed in an instant. and his fingers twitched
ps-vously. With great effort, he replied: Yes.
that 10 my name Now, what do you wantr
"Well, then," replied the officer, 81 guess I'll
take you to the station house; you're wanted
shsre."
Schiller then advanced toward the young man,
bat before he had taken half dozen steps
khs latter drew ponderous Colts navy revolver
from his breast, and cooking the murderous
weapon, leveled thirteen inches Of barrel at the
Dfsces
IF have to die. you'll die, too!' he shrieked
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 and life
nnd-death struggle ensusd. Ling fought with
the fury of wild beast, and made repeated
sfforts to discharge the weapon, the barrel of
which was held by the officer. The men rolled
over and over. upsetting tables and chairs, and
rafting the window panss in the room. While
the fight hereest there a crash at the
frons end of the cottage, and Officer Lower
stein who had heard the struggle within and
had burst open the door, tumbled in
oat of the rain and hurried to his
comrades assistance. The appearance of the
second officer made Ling deiirious with rage.
he shriked and cursed in his native tongue. aud
refused to relax his grip on the revolver until
Lowenstein seized him by the throat and choked
him until his face grew purple and red The
Weapon with it's cylinder filed with huge bail
lets, was then taken away from him. and his wrists
locked together with pair of steel bracelets.
Thus pinionsd, the two officers hurried their
prisoner to she Human street station. where he
Wss boosted into patrol wagon, and hurried of
TO the East Chicago avenue station.
II wouldn't care what they did with me IL
had only killed those two officers" he said as he
was being driven to cell; Il tried to shoot
them, and am orry didn't succeed" When
she patrel wagon arrived at the station house
the prisoner was yanked off his perch and thrown
into q cell.