The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1901-09-07
MOB SOUGHT TO KILL ASSASSIN.
Police Hurried Him Temple of Music Which Was Surrounded
Great Crying for His Life-Escaped With
Through Strategy.
REPrRLIc SPECIAL

| REPUBLIC SPECIAL.
| Buffalo. N. T.. Sept. S.-The prisoner was
! hurried Into little room just eff this west
| stage OF the Temple Of Music. being dragged
| through the crowd by Patrolmen James and
McCauiey. His lip was bleeding and bis
/ face was swelling from James's blows.
Around him there were group Of officers.
| Once inside. the door was closed with 2
bang. and the mob surging against than
part Of the building with blind impulse
TO get near him. fairly made the walls
creak.
The scene in the room was for moment
one Of utmost, confusion. There were eager
officials going in and out of the door. some
people were trying TO conceal the fact tRat
the prisoner was there and others betraylng
the fact in loud voice as soon as they had
left the room. One excited exposition Of
fetal invited the people to go In and get
the man, as he hurried out on some HIS
sion.
In the room with the prisoner were Coiohel
Byrne. comnlandant OF the exposition po-
lice; Captain Valley. Chief OF tie Detective
Bureau; Detective Zieglsr. Police Detectives
Solomon and Geary. Sam Ireland and fos-
ter. Secret Service men: Captain Damer ana
Major Robertson of the exposition poiice.
John n. Scatcherd and a few others
Nieman was put down at the table In the
room and sat there, now and then putting
his sleeve to his lip and at other times
locking at the floor or rubbing his shoe
soIes together nervously. He would now
and then breathe deeply in his agitation
He remained silent.
Outside the building could be seen great
throng of people. From all quarters OF tne
grounds they were gathering toward !ne
common center. Now and then woman
face. red with the heat. could be seen per
ing over the heads of those in front. ana
raising her hand, would wipe away tears
from her eyes.
MARINES WITH LOADED RIFLES
FORCED THE CROWD BACK.
On a lofty perch on one OF the great
staff flower jardinieres sat an old man. with
a long. white beard, broad-brimmed vet
eran's hat and a Grand Army button in his
lapel, shaking his head in sorrow. Now
and then some mans voice would call out:
Don't let him get awayr' And there would
be a score OF answering shouts OF XIII
him. Hang him. Take him up on the
arch and burn him." kill the
A mail wagon. only the top OF which was
visible above the crowd. appeared. coming
from the direction of the Government build
ing The angry crowd thought 1t was the
conveyance which was coming to get the
man.
Guard the doors and stop that wagon,
yelled a big man. who is midway cnar-
acter and who stood on one Of the pillar
PO~Ass
of view The wagon was stopped. but a mo-
ment after receded, taking circuitous
route.
Around the main doors was a squad OF
fifteen polIce and a detachment Of United
States marines. They had Just arrived at
that station and were In command OF Cap
tain Leonard. They formed in line. and then
came the order, In a louo, clear voice.
Load riies!'
The b, ,ceches clicked and the men held UP
their guns in plain view az they filed them
with cartridges.
The moral effect was obvious. Women
started n movement to draw back and the
wave Of vengeance seemed broken. Men
and women who had been dry-eyed began
to cry. The lips OF soldiers and policemen
were twitching but the heads on the broad
shoulders were motioniess.s
The little room wherein was tho prisoner
contained quantity OF rope used for shut
ting of the esplanade at times Of drill and
especial fetes.
Rope of the south approaches to the
go that we can get the wagon in
rere," said Colonel Byrne.
"You will never get that wagon with him
in 1t forty feet away" said Ireland.
we must have a carriage and horses:
the crowd can stop an automobile better
than they can horses.
Some distance away was the carriage IN
which part Of the committee came to the
Temple Of Music.
"Get that carriage over there. or here.
never mind. WILL" said Mr. scatcherd to |
4 police sergeant. !
DASH FROM TEMPLE OF MUSIC
TO THE CARRIAGE DOOR.
On the box of the carriage was stocl1ily |
built little Irishman. AS he received word |
that his carriage was to take the would-be !
assassin through the bioodthirsty mob. |
slow smile Of pleasure spread into a de- |
lighted grin. "All right" he said. curtly,
Ind spoke not another word until the pris-
:ner was safe behind bars.
Colonel Byrne. send for another platoon
Of police. Had you not better get them /
rom the Second Precinct?'
"Ge1tlemen. every minute Of this delay Is
making the task all the more dangerous. |
This crowd is getting more and more
worked up. and 1t Is getting bigger. It
caches away out over the esplanade now.
Give this man to me. and I give you my
word will get him to Buffalo. Here are
wo Buffalo officers who will go with him"
THE best plan is to jump him right into
his carriage coming. and get right out Of
lere." said Ireland.
Captain Damer and Colonel Byrne quietly