Perth Amboy evening news., 1910-08-10

The mayor is not suffering greatly
at present He has not lost conscious.
ness since Gallagher's revolver was
discharged Into the back Of his neck
on the promenade deck of the Kaiser
Wilhelm der Crosse. He Is keenly
alive to the nature of the trial hat he
faces. Insisting that the physicians
should tell him just how the scores
between himself and death stood, May.
or Gaynor heard their report and seem
ed satisfied. He knows that he must
match his strength against that of
death and that the issue grows tenser
with the passing of the hours.
The wound he received f-rm the re-
volvcr of the frenzied political hanger
on is serious. The missile entered Mayor
Gaynor's neck below the line Of the
ear, ranged downward and forward
and lodged in a position near the base
of the tongue, which could not be def
initely determined until an X ray pho
tograph revealed the Judgment Of the
bullet.
Gibes In His Cell.
AS for Gallagher, the faded little
man with the shoulders of a bull and
all the insolence of past years of ex-
perience on the fringe of political
swamps In his eyes, he humps his
shoulders and sneers when told that
the mayor of New York is not dead
as the result of his deed. He puffs
on his pipe in his cell at the Hudson
county jail in Jersey City, where he is
jmmured without bail to await the
action of the grand jury, and he says:
well, I'm sorry | didn't kill him
right off. I hope he croaks. l had to
get him. and If 1 didn't really get him
that's not my fault"
The shooting Of Mayor Gaynor came
with terrible ~suddenness. He was
standing on the deck OF a ship which
was to take him to Europe and q
months rest and vacation. About him
were many members of his official
family, there to bid him ~godspeed.
President Pedro Mont of Chile, who
was to be a fellow passenger, had not
a half minute before gripped the may
or's hand in friendly salutation. and
the distinguished South American ex-
ecutive was where the smoke cloud
from Gallagher's revolver swept across
his face.
Mayor Gaynor was just in the mid
die of a little passage at repartee with
Ir. Ernst G.. Lederle, head of the de-
partment of health. He had extended
his hand to poke the commissioner
playfully in the ribs-then the shot.
A hand to hand struggle between
some of the mayors subordinates and
the assassin followed on the deck of
the steamer.
Then more shots sounded above the
noise Of half chicken oaths and the
trample Of feet, shrieks from the pas
sengers that crowded the rails at the
business Of waving farewells, the bel
lowing Of orders In raucous German
by deck officers of the liner.
All of that within a compass of q
half minute. Then there was the
mayor Of New York, still standing OF
his feet but grievously wounded, the
victim Of a man who tried to do muir
der. And there ON the deck at his feet
this Gallagher, writhing In the grip of
manacles that clasped his wrists and
swapping his jaws at the feet and
hands of the men who sat on him.
The mayor left his home in st. James
on Monday afternoon, after he had
hidden farewell to all of his family
saw one, and with this one, his son
Rufus, he came into New York and
stopped for the night at the Hotel
Manhattan until he went to the steam
ship.
Gallagher attempted the assassina-
ton Just as Mayor Gaynor pointed a
joke by poking DR.. Lederls gently in
the ribs.
Crseps Behind Mayer.
Just at that instant a hand reached
up from behind Mayor Gaynor's back,
and the muzzle OF a short bulldog re-
volver was placed against his neck.
There was a click, the sound made by
he dropping OF q hammer upon a dead
percussion cap, then a report.
You've stolen my bread and butter,
damn your
Those were the words that were
bawled over the mayors shoulder In
the instant between the clicking OF the
revolver hammer on the dead cap and
the explosion of the shell.
For just a hairs breadth of time
there was silence. One of the photog-
raphers who had leveled his camera
before the shot to catch the mayors
farewell smile clicked his shutter by
the very Involuntary reaction that
tugged his finger.
Then a cry from Adamson, "0h God,
he's shot the mayorir
Each of the men standing about the
mayor wheeled and saw Gallagher
standing thSEe with his arm just lift
ing with the movement OF cooking his
revolver again. Adamson Jumped
squarely at him and threw up the re-
volver hand. Just as he did so the
weapon exploded and the bullet went
whistling Oyer the ROOT OF the steamer
shed.