The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-02-03
Continued from Page I.


yesterday when king and prince We're
not prepared for the blow that fell
shot to death in a public place where
thousands had gathered TO greet their
homecoming.
All last night Queen Amelie, in the
royal palace, sat between the biers
where rested the bodies of her husband
and her son, Frustrated with grief.
Troops guarded the palace; a squadron
OF cavalry surrounded the house in
which Premier Franco passed the
night: special details were drawn up
before public buildings, and reserves
were quartered in barracks ready for
call that might come to spring 10
arms.
Kept Awake by Terror.
But Lisbon did not sleep. Scarcely a
soul throughout the city closed eyes.
An unnatural silence pervaded the
place, for after the first awakening to
the tragedy that had been enacted,
with its attendant noises and confu-
sion, shops and cafes were closed; The
doors of theatres were hastily locked,
houses were barricaded and the streets
were cleared. No one might say where
the next blow would fall. and rsvolu-
ton that sweeps through a city Ike
q fire in dry places drove the people
into their homes or other places where
they might be secure.
The attack on the royal family, how
ever, had the opposite effect from that
most feared, and peace and quiet reign
ed as though no murder had been done.
Early this morning Premier Franco
proclaimed the accession of Prince
Manuel to the throne, the naval and
military chiefs. the high dignitaries If
state swore allegiance TO the new
king, and Portugal still lived under
monarchy.
No more beautiful day could be inag-
ined than that which hereafter viii
mark the date on which King Carlos
and Crown Prince LUZ met their death
at the hands of assassins. Returning
from a sOjOurn at the kings estate at
villa Vicosa accompanied by the queen,
the crown prince and the Infant Man
uel, the sovereign seemingly was in a
happy mood when he stepped inSo the
carriage i'm waiting at the railroad sta
ton. Thousands of spectators, gaily
attired in combination with the bright
decorations set out to welcome the
royal family, made an animated scene.
All the surrounding streets were filed
with gay, light-hearted thrOngs waiting
to greet the king, and though guards
were stationed all along the route, no
one had thought of the dastardly az
tempt which was to come. The people
were allowed to circulate as freely as
they pleased, and for a short time, so
great was the crowd, the driver of the
carriage had difficulty in making a
start.
Populace Laughing and Chatting.
The entire court, ministers and ladies
in waiting and many officers were in
the station when the train drawing the
royal family pulled in. The weather
erIn al lilo with
warm, soft breezes blowing in from the
ocean. The sun, whose rays were I'M
interrupted by clouds. was almost set
ting at the moment the royal party
arrived Among those in the thrOngs
without were large numbers of the
working classes, who, having complet-
ed their labors for the week, were
sauntering through the streets chat
ting and laughing and ready to vel
come the returning king as an incident
offering contrast to the monotOny of
everyday existence. Others, enthusiast
tic members of and sympathizers with
various political factors and friends
of political leaders now under arrest,
also had assembled there to see the
king. who came back TO Lisbon at the
end of day which was marked by the
sternest Of repressiye measures.
It was because of the beautiful
weather that an open carriage was in
waiting for the royal family. and when
they took their places they were greet
ed with some lifting of hats, but most
ly i'm silence. Then, as the carriage
sharply turned into the Rua do Ar
senal. there was a cracking of guns,
and shower of bullets tore their way
intO the bodies of the king and the
crown prince and the little prince, who
proved an easy target. The assassins,
numbering six in all. boldly ran up
10 the sides of the carriage and poured
in a hail of lead before The stupefied
escort could intervene. The king and
crown prince. half rising. fell back in
TO the cushions, the blood gushing from
many wounds
The coachman brought his whip
across the tanks of his horses, and
with bound they dashed away. dis
appearing into the arsenal quadrant
gle The panic-stricken people, who
had fled on all SIDES. could see the
queen leaning over the crown prince
and her younger son, who also was
bleeding from wounds made by the as
sassins' bullets.
How many shots were fired no one
couId saw hnt It was a veritahle flu