Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1894-02-13
INITIATED VALIANT.
Capture Of Another Bomb Thrower in
Paris.

Fdeon Breton, twenty-three years old,
threw a bomb in the cafe Of the Hotel
Terminus, at the st. Lazare railway sta
ton. Paris, last evening. The bomb ex-
ploded in the middle of the room and
wounded twenty persons.
An instrumental concert began in the
cafe. which is on the ground floor Of the
hotel, at o'clock. Shortly before o'clock
pale. thin, young man, with ligh.
pointed beard, paid for a drink, which he
had taken at a table in the middle of the
room. and started to leave. When near
the door he turned suddenly, drew a bomb
from his coat, and threw 1t toward a
group of persons who had sat next to him.
The bomb struck an electric light fix
ture. then fell on a marble table and ex-
ploded. The great hotel and station were
racked by the shock. The mirrors, win
dows and doors were blown to atoms. The
ceiling and floor were rent. and the walls
were cracked. A dense, offensive smoke
filed the cafe for four minutes, and in the
obscurity the bomb thrower escaped. When
the smoke cleared away, five persons were
found severely wounded and fifteen had
slight injuries. The bomb had been filled
with bullets and rough bits of iron. which
had riddled the furniture and walls and
inflicted most Of the wounds.
After leaving the cafe the bomb thrower
started down the street on a run.
Three policemen had just passed in an
omnibus when the explosion occurred.
the street the moment they saw the fugi-
tive.
Shot at the Policemen.
The young man turned on them as
they called to him to stop and fired five
shots. Policeman Poisson fell badly wound
ed in the side. Policemen Lenoir and Bigot,
however, continued the pursuit, and, with
the help of Policeman Barbes and waiter
named Tissier overpowered and arrested
the bomb thrower.
They took him to the police station in
the Rue de Moscou, where. after some
hesitation, he gave his name and age. The
project Of police, NJ. Laurent, chief secre-
tary to NJ. Dubost, minister of the interior,
and several other high officials were SUM-
moned to the station, and the examination
Of the prisoner was begun.
Meantime, the sound Of the explosion.
the smoke and the cries of the wounded
had attracted great crowd to the Hotel
Terminus. Doctors Serene, Bouffe and Thy
sun offered their services. They obtained
bandages and drugs from a nearby apothe-
cary and dressed the wounds of the injured,
some of whom had been carried to rooms
in the hotel others to the drug stores in
the neighborhood.
In Breton's pockets the police found a
pair Of brass knuckles, dagger, Swedish
knife, a six-chamber revolver. gold half
louis, two francs, eleven sous. and a small
silver locket containing a lock Of brown
hair tied with ribbon. At first he re-
fused to talk, telling the police that it was
their business 10 find out who he was.
After giving his name and age he again
became silent. Eventually he added that
he was a cabinet maker and had arrived
in Paris from Marseilles yesterday morning.
Proud of His Work.
Eyes, I am an anarchist" he exclaimed
irately in response to reiterated questions,
"acd the more Of the bourgeoisie I killed
the BETTE it would please me-"
The fragments Of the bomb indicate that