The daily morning journal and courier., 1901-09-07

[ In cell at police headquarters sits | a medium sized man of commonplace
 appearance listening with an air of as- l sumed indifference to the persistent stream of questions arguments, objur
 gations and admonitions with which his captors seek to induce him to talk. l It was just after the daily organ re- l citals in the splendid Temple of Music l that the dastardly attempt was made. Planned with all the diabolical ingen- uity and f1nesse of which anarchy or i nihilism are capable the would be as- sassin carried out the work without a
 hitch and should his design fail and the president survive only to Divine Providence can be attributed that re- suit
 The president, though we'll guarded by United States secret service detec- tives was fully exposed to the attack. He stood at the edge of the raised dias and upon which stands the great pipe organ at the east side of the structure. Throngs of people crowded in at the various entrances to see the chief ex- ecutive, and If possible clasp his hand. The good natured mob every minute sweled and multiplied at the points of ingress and egress to the building. The president was in a cheerful mood and was enjoying to the full the hearty evidence of good will which everywhere met his gaze. Upon his right stood John G. Milburn of Buffalo, president of the Pan-American exposition, chat ting with the president and introducing to him especially persons of not who approached. Upon the presidents left stood MT. Cortelyou.
 It was shortly after p. m. when one 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 Presi- dent Milburn noticed that the mans hand was swathed in bandage or handkerchief. Reports of bystanders differ as to which hand. He worked his way amid the stream of people up to the edge of the diaz until he stood within two feet of the president.
 President Mckinley smiled, bowed and extended his hand in his spirit of geniality the American people so well know, when suddenly the sharp crack of a revolver rang out loud and clear above the hum of voices, the shufIing of myriad feet and vibrating waves of applause that ever and anon swept here and there over the assemblage. There was an instance of almost complete si- lence, like the hush that follows clap of thunder or momentary silence that ensues after the discharge of bomb- shell.
 The president stood stock still, look of hesitancy, almost of bewildermen, on his face. Then he retreated a step, while a pallor began to steal over his features. The multitude, only partially aware that something serious had hap pened. paused in the silence of sur prise, while necks were craned and all eyes were turned as one toward the rostrum where a great tragedy was be- ing enacted.
 Then came a commotion. Three men threw themselves forward as with one impulse and sprang toward the would be assassin. Two of them were United States secret service men, who were on the lookout and whose duty it was to guard against such a calamity as had just befallen the president and the na- tion. The third was bystander, ne- gro, who had only an instant previously grasped in his dusky palm the hand of the president. The trio hurled them 1 selves upon the presidents assailant l In twinkling he was borne to the l ground, his weapon was Wrested from | his grasp and strong arms pinioned him | down. 1
 Then the vast multitude which | thronged the edifice began to come to a ! realizing sense of the awfulness of the '
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