The Goodland republic. [volume] (Goodland, Kan.) 1891-1907, 1901-09-13


Received Two Bullet Wounds from
a POlander Named CzoIgOsz.
Buffalo, y. Y, Sept. Just a brief
"a hours ago the newspapers Of the
city blazOned forth in all the pOmp
in headline type: 1.-THE Proudest Day
in Bufalo's History" Last night, in
sackclOth and ashes, in sombre type,
surrounded by grUesome borders of
black, the same newspapers are tell
ing in funereal tones to a Mortified
Populace the depIorable details of
the blacklist day In the history Of
Buffalo
President Mckinley, the idol of the
American people, the nations chief
executive and the eity's honored
guest, lies PROSTATE, suffering the
Pangs inflicted by the bullet Of a
cOwardly assassin while his life hangs
in the balance.
Standing in the midst Of crowds
numbering thousands, surrounded by
every evidence of good viii, pressed
by motley thrOng of people,
shOwered with expressions Of love and
loyalty, besieged by multitudes, all
surroundings and with the ever re-
curing plaudits of an army of sight
seers ringing In his ears, the blow Of
the assassin fell, and IN an instant
pleasure gave way to pain, admira-
ton to agony, folly turned to fury
and pandemOnium followed.
While President Mckinley was re-
ceiving In the Temple of Music yes
terday afternoon he was approached
by a man with a dark mOustache and
with one hand covered with a hand
kerchief. As the man extended his
hand to the president, apparently with
the intention Of shaking hands with
him, he fired a shot which entered
the presidents right breast, lodging
against the breastbOne. Another
shot was fired at once, which entered
the presidents abdomen. The assail-
ant was Immediately arrested.
Detective Geary was near the
prisoner and the president fell into
his arms.
Am I shOt?'' asked the president.
The officer opened the presidents
vest and, seeing blood, replied: Yes,
I am afraid you are, Mr.. President"
There was an instant of almost
complete silence. The president stood
stock still, a look OF hesitancy, almost
of bewilderment on his face. Then
he retreated a step while a pallOr be-
gan to steal over his features The
multitude, only partially aware that
something serious had happened,
paused in surprise, while necks were
craned, and all eyes turned as one to
the rostrum where a great tragedy
was being enacted.
Then came a cOmmOtiOn. With the
leap Of a tiger three men threw
themselves forward. as with one i'm
pulse, and sprang toward the would
be assassin. Two Of them were
United States secret service men who
were on the outlook, and whose duty
1t was TO guard against Just such a
calamity as had here befallen the
president and the nation. The third
was q bystander, a negro, who had
only an instant previously grasped in
his dusky palm the hand of the Presi-
dent. As one man the trio hurled
themselves upon the presidents as
sailant In a twinkling he was borne
to the ground, his weapon was
wrested from his grasp and strong
arms piniOned him down.
Down at police headquarters, sur
rounded by stern-faced inquisitOrs OF
the law. is a medium-sized man OF
commonplace appearance, with his
fixed gaze directed on the floor, who
pressed his lips firmly together and
listens with an air Of assumed indif-
ference to the persistent stream Of
questions arguments, ObjurgatiOns
and adIuOnitiOns with which his cap
tors seek to induce or compel him to
talk
It vas just after the daily organ
recital in the splendid Temple Of AIu-
sic that the dastardly attempt was
made.
Planned with al the diabolieal In
I genuitv and fneness OF which an
aTehy or nihilism IS capable, the
woHld-be assassin carried out the
work without a hitch. and should his
dssigns fan and the president sur