Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1901-09-16
THE WORK OF AN ANARCHIST.

ran american a rev minutes after
four O'Clock p. M, Sept. 9th. One
shot took effect in the right breast,
the other in the abdomen.
The president, though we'll guarded
by United States secret service detec-
tlves, was fully exposed to such an
attack as occurred. Upon his right
stood John G. Milburn of Buffalo,
president OF the Pan American ex-
position, chatting and introducing to
him especially persons of note. Upon
the presidents left stood Mr.. Cortel-
you.
1t was shortly after p. m. when
out Of the throng which surrounded
the presidential party, medium
sized man of ordinary appearance and
plainly dressed in black, approached
as if to greet the president. Both
Secretary Cortelyou and President
Milburn noticed that one of the mans
hands was swathed in a bandage Or
handkerchief. Reports of bystanders
differ as to which hand. He worked
to the edge of the dais uutil he was
within two feet of the president.
President Mckinley bowed, smiled
and extended his hand in that spirit
OF geniality the American people so
well know, when suddenly the sharp
crack Of a revolver rang out. There
was an instant of almost complete
silence The president stood stock
still, look of hesitancy, almost of
be Wilderment, on his face. Then he
retired step while pallor began to
steal over his features.
Then came commotion. With the
leap of tiger three men threw them
selves forward as with one impulse
and sprang toward the would be as
sassin. Two of them were United
States secret service men, who were
on the lookout, and whose duty it was
ito guard against just such calamity
as had here befaiien the president and
the nation. The third was a by
stander, negro who had only an in
stant previously grasped in his dusky
palm the hand of the president. AS
one man the trio hurled themselves
upon the presidents assailant. In
twinkling he was borne to the ground
His weapon was wrested from his
grasp and strong arms pinioned his
arms.
A murmur arose, spread to a hum
of confusion, then grew to babel of
sounds and later to pandemonium
|of noises.
The crowds that a moment before
had stood mute and motionless in
|bewildered ignorance of the enormity
of the thing, now with single i'm
pulse surged toward the stage of the
|horrid drama while a hoarse cry
|welled up from a thousand throats
and thousand men charged forward
to lay hands upon the perpetrator of
the dastardly crime.
But in the multitude which wit
messed or bore part in the scene of
turmoil and turbulence, there was but
one mind which seemed to retain it's
4 equilibrium, one hand which re-
NAMED steady, one eye which gazed
with unfiinching calmness, and one
voice which retained it's even tenor,
and faltered not at the most critical
juncture. They were the mind and
the hand and the eye and the voice of
President Mckinley.
After the first shock Of the assail-
ants shots he reiterated a step, then
as the detectives leaped upon his as
sailant, he turned, walked to a chair
and seated himself, at the same time
removing his hat and bowling his head
upon his hands.
In an instant Secretary Cortelyou
and President Milburn were at his
side. His waistcoat was hurriedly
opened, the president meanwhile ad
monishing those about him to re-
main calm and telling them not to be
alarmed.
''But you are Injured" cried his
secretary. LET me examine"
"No, I think not" answered the
president. 81 am not badly hurt, /