A Buffalo telegram of the 7th ult.
gives the following fuller details of this terrible crime:—The attempt
upon the life of the President was made directly after the concert
in the Music Hall. Although Mr. McKinley is generally well protected
by secret police, for an attempt of that kind he was fully at mercy,
as he stood at the end of a platform. The crowd was pressing into
the audience-room through various entrances and becoming more dense
every minute. The President appeared to be exceedingly pleased with
such manifestations of devotion to him.
While the President of the Exposition,
Mr. Milbourn, stood at the right of President McKinley, and the
latter’s private secretary at his left a man dressed in black, with
one of his hands tied over with a handkerchief, was forcing his
way through the crowd toward the President, and stopped before the
latter when within less than two feet of him. The President smilingly
bowed and extended his hand, whereupon revolver shots were immediately
heard, and a dead silence fell upon the audience.
The President remained on his feet
for some minutes, but his look lost firmness and he began wandering.
Then he stepped back a little, his face becoming deadly pale, turned
about, and with a slow step moved towards a chair, sat down, took
off his hat and covered his face with his hands. His waistcoat was
immediately unbuttoned by one of the police officers who stood near
him, and while this was being done he requested those surrounding
him to remain calm.
“But you are badly wounded,” said
his secretary to him.
“No, I don’t believe I am wounded
seriously,” was the President’s reply. Then he added, “Please do
not exaggerate when informing my wife of the circumstance.”
In the meantime the dead silence in
the room produced by the shooting changed into the wildest excitement.
Two policemen jumped at the assassin, knocked him down, and endeavored
to disarm him, but the latter succeeded in liberating the hand holding
the revolver and tried to again shoot in the direction of the President.
When, finally, the assassin was overpowered, he was badly bruised
and scratched about his face and body.
The first bullet struck in the region
of the chest and stuck there, was removed by the President himself.
In doing this he said: “I think there is another bullet in my body.”
At this moment the scenes of wild
excitement reached their climax; men were wrestling with each other
and the police, and endeavoured to reach the assassin; women and
children cried and fell into hysterics. It was a very long time
before these scenes abated, order only being restored by slow degrees.