The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1886-07-18

the counsel. that Schrader is their witness and
not our Witness" and forthwith Schrader was
dropped like a hot coal
Police Lieutenant Steele took the stand. He
was in charge of company of twenty-five Off
GERS in the Haymarket He gave brief ac-
count of the massacre The police had their
revolvers in their pockets. their clubs In their
belts and their hands by their sides when
they reached the speakers wagon Some
one in the crowd shouted, Here come the
bloodhounds You do your duty now, and we
will do ours Then the bomb was thrown.
smaller explosion followed, like the report OF a
large pistol When cross examined the witness
thought the manner in which the crowd sepa-
rated before the police was peculiar peacea-
BILE, lawful assemblage might have separated in
that manner, but it was not likely. He was
close to the wagon, but after Captain Wards
command to dispense he heard no expression
by Fielden,
Lieutenant Quinn, who also commanded a
company of police in the Haymarket affair, sue
ceeded Steele witness. He testified that the
expression, Here como the bloodhounds; you
do your duty and I'll do mine" came from the
man on the wagon, who was addressing the
crowd. Every eye in the courtroom is turned
upon Anarchist Fielden, who straigbtens up in
his chair and sullenly glares at the witness. A
memorable scene followed.
The Lieutenant, continuing his description of
the events that night in the Haymarket uncon-
scously rose to his feet, to better illustrate his
remarks He said: Captain Ward was just or
derng sdisperse,' and the speaker was climbing
from the wagon. Turning toward the police
the man yelled, We are peaceable,' pulled re-
volver from his hip and point blank fred at
Ward, Bonfield and the officers behind them.
The bomb exploded almost the same instant
This was the first evidence that any certain
defendant had directly attempted murder in the
Haymarket A hush fell on the audience, attor
neys and prisoners. For a moment not a person
in the room stirred, and the place seemed a
picture In the very center Of the great apart.
nent, elevated above the groups of lawyers and
reporters, was outlined the tall, spare figure OF
the Lieutenant suddenly motionless statue
Fielden started eagerly forward In his chair his
right hand nervously pulling his shaggy beard.
his eyes strangely lighted up and grim smile
on his lips. EvenNthe jurors half rose in their
seats. Slowly feverish moment passed, and
the excitement gradually subsidized. perfect
buzz of conversation followed. and the cross
examination was begun.
Mr.. Foster putt question after question,
traversing backward and forward the story as
related by the witness. Minute details were
dwelt upon. to be suddenly buried by leading
interrogatory, the answer to which, varying one
hairs breadth from former statements, would
involve the witness in maze of contradictions.
Many q minor misstatement was mercilessly
shown, and the witness became confused. The
Judge interfered repeatedly, At last the officer
could control his temper no longer Tired and
muddled. he was obliged to stop fully minute
to collect himself before he could answer the
most simple question. The testimony given by
him, however, was substantially mistaken, and
with the hands of the clock pointing to the hour
of s. the examination closed, and another day of
the trial was ended.