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     No words can express the horror of the insane act of a brutal anarchist that struck the chief of the nation and plunged the whole people, regardless of party or creed, into mourning. The telegram announcing the assassination of President McKinley came like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, and so utterly incomprehensible was the act that it could not at first be believed. President McKinley had no enemies. He had been a consistent executive. Those who differed from him politically had the highest respect for him. There had never been an executive who had more the respect of the nation, who used his office with more regard for the law, than President McKinley. The anarchist has been the curse of the earth. He refuses as a rule to vote; he wants no law. He has been repudiated by every creed and every party on earth. Only an insane monster could have committed an act of such hideousness.
     Every citizen of the republic execrates the act and the actor. Such men should be treated as wild beasts.
     Every citizen will hope that the president will recover and fill out the time the people have chosen him to preside over the nation, and every bulletin will be eagerly watched for encouraging reports of his condition.
     The nation bows in sorrow and sympathy for its chief magistrate, and the heart-throbs of millions beat for his recovery.