The President’s Assassin
On the sixth of September
Leon F. Czolgosz while in line to greet President McKinley at the
Music Hall of the Buffalo Pan American Exposition, with revolver
concealed in his right hand by a handkerchief, fired two shots into
the Chief Magistrate’s body. The sad sequel has already been mournfully
told by a sorrowing people.
The President died of his wounds on
the morning of the eighth day after the firing of the fatal shot.
Promptly disarmed and borne to the ground by those about him, the
captive assassin showed neither emotion of fear nor remorse and
went to prison confessing and justifying the foul 
deed as one of fancied duty. Then with paranoiac egotism and an
assumed or real stoical indifference to consequences, he exclaimed:
“Tell them all that Czolgosz lived without hope and perished without
fear. There is no hereafter and death ends all” repeating often
“I killed the President and as an anarchist did my duty.” In jail
he ate and slept well and was tranquil, asked for a cigar and accepted
the security of his captivity as one who had done a noble deed,
in this darkest of crimes. There is a painful suggestion of paranoia
here, that bids the psychologist seek further than the imbecile
mind of the convicted assassin for the raisin [sic]
d’etre of this foul crime against constitutional liberty.
That sound public policy which makes
it unwise to let these poranoiac [sic] villains escape, should
seek further than the fool who fired the fatal shot and gather into
the toils of Justice the Nihilistic villains who have stood behind
and urged the paranoiac actor on to the dastardly deed.