The united opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1881-1970, 1901-09-13
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seized the assassin, thrusting his
own body between him and the
President and bore him to the floor,
AS they fell big negro, Parker
by name, seemed to fall from the
dome of the Temple upon the within
murderer, whose right hand seemed
now a smoking, b1ackened bandage.
His huge frame covered the lesser
body beneath him. Detective Gal
1agher grabbed the smoking hand,
tore from it the bandage and
wrenched from the wretch's clutch
a pistol still smoking. Private
O'Brien of the arti1lerymen grabbed
the pistol as Gallagher forced back
the hand and sprang up with it,
then crouched as if searching for an
opening to use it on the black bunch
huddled beneath the struggling mass
of men. Exposition guards with
clubs drawn were seeking for an OPP
portunity to end the life that had so
fou11y struck another. 1t seemed as
if it was mound of men destined
to be the death of the assassin.
Blood was pouring from his nostrils
and smearing his face. There had
been a moments confusion as to
whether the bleeding man under
meath or Gallagher in civilian
clothes, battling for the gun, was
the assassin Other guards, clear
ing the building, rushed up and
surrounded the group so that guilty
or innocent, none could get out.
President Was Brave.
The President had not lost con-
seriousness. His head fell on Mr..
Milburn's shoulder, but he raised it
and tried to smile. Mr.. Quacken-
bush and others pulled aside the
purple lining of the aisle, thrust
back the seats and cleared a space
for the President to sit down. He
walked FIVE steps in the arms of De-
tective Geary, who placed him gent
| 1y in one of the wooden seats of the
Temple.
The Presidents face whitened as
if the dawn of death were rising to
dispel the night of pain. He gasped'
then tried to close his lips and sit
erect. Mr.. Milburn was bending
over him, while others had rushed to
summon an ambulance at the first
knowledge that shot had had
effect. The President looked at Mr..
Milburn, then at the few faces be-
fore him, and gasped the name OF
his secretary, it was a single word,
"Corte1you. "
Mr.. Corte1you had turned a mo-
ment from the President, although
still close by him, to see the result
of the struggle in the aisle. He
turned instantly and bent over the
President, his ear close to his lips.
The President spoke audibly, al
though in gasps. The others step
ped slightly back, in order that they
might not intrude, but the words
came so distinct that those around
could hear.
CorteIyou Warned.
''Be careful about my Wife" he
said. Then hesitated, as if in pain,
and added "Do not tell her.
He looked at Mr.. Cortelyou search
lingly to see that he understood
Then pain seemed to seize him, for
he Strengthened, stiffened somewhat,
turned slightly to the left as if tC
ease his anguish and as he settled
slowly down his eyes rested on the
floor, fell upon the form of the mar
who sought his life. In the excite
ment of the moment Detective Foster
and others had the assassin where
his every move meant an awful thuC
upon the floor. The President eyed
him and a look of pity came int
his face. Both his own hands were
clasped tightly over his abdomen
but he raised the right one, red will
his own blood, and reckoning his
secretary toward him, he looked
toward the PROSTATE creatur9 in thu
aisle and almost pleadingly, but ye
with authority, said: "Let no on
hurt him