Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1901-09-28

much against the church-all churches
The assassin had listened to an in
cendiary speech delivered by Emma
Goldman in Cleveland. 1t fired his
brain; it set his blood afame; 1t stirred
his vanity to do something for the
cause of the gospel of hate. Accord
ing to his own confession made to the
Buffalo police, he left the meeting
place determined on assassination. But
the assassination of the President had
not as yet taken form in his frenZied
brain. His mind was merely in whirl;
his passions had worked him up to the
point Of desperation; he had not deter
mined upon whom the Walls of his
wrath would fall. Then he visited Chi
cago, and one day the Eight" as he
viewed it, came upon him. He read in
a paper that the President was to visit
Buffalo. And purchasing ticket he
went to the Pan-American city.
The resolution of the man had now
taken form, and with duty" to do
an execrable, ignoble deed-his mind
settled down to business. He perfected
his plans He inquired about the func
tons at which the President would be
present. He learned Of his usual hab-
it's on such occasions. Possessed of
every detail that could aid in his dam
nable infamy, he waited.
The President on Tuesday reached
Buffalo, and the assassin was on hand
near the railroad gate when the distin-
guished party arrived and entered the
grounds. But the police forced him
back; the crowds surged here and there
CzolgOsZ could not get an opportunity
to use his revolver. Wednesday, while
the President was speaking, the as
sassin was within hearing distance, but
could not get near enough for his fell
deed. He would not take any chance
of shooting and missing, for then he
would be arrested and his opportunity
would be lost forever.
Thursday he spent the day ON the
grounds, seeking in vain for an oppor-
tunity to reach the President. But the
opportunity did not present itself and
he returned home dispirited. Il was al
most hopeless that night" the scoun-
drel says in his statement to the police.
And then came the unlucky day. 81
got to the Temple of Music the first
one," Czolgosz says, "and waited at the
spot where the reception was to be
held. Then he came, the President
and | got in line and trembled and
trembled until l got right up to him,
and then l shot him twice, through nv
white handkerchief. | would have fired
more, but | was stunned by q blow in
the face-a frightful blow that knocked
me down-and then everybody jumped
on me. l thought l would be killed,
and was surprised the way they treat
ed me-
Czolgosz has been sullen and louua
cious at times, as becomes his abnormal
mind. The conviction that he is now
one of the great ones of the earth"
that all the world is talking of him,
renders him boastful. 1t pleased his
vanity when he was summoned to he
photographed, for he knew his picture
would be published broadcast. and
what cared he for the infamy If only
it were eternal. He posed for the cam
era with the heroic attitude of a mar
tyr. Behind the strong bars of his cell
and the stronger arm of the law, he
boasted that on striking the President
heidi his duty, for 81 am an anarchist. )"
he proudly added. He even went to
the extent OF illustrating to the officers
the manner In which he shot the Presi-
dent, and he jubilantly dilated upon
his shrewdness in deceiving the Presi-
dents protectors with the bandaged
arm that held the revolver.