HOW CZOLGOSZ EXPECTED THE END.

Greymouth Evening Star, Volume XXXI, 28 October 1901, Page 4

HOW CZOLGOSZ EXPECTED THE END.

A recent cable described the scone, which occurred while the police were escorting Czolgosz, the assassin of Presipent McKinley, to the State prison at Auburn, after ho had been tried and condemned to death. An infuriated mob, it will be remembered, repeatedly endeavoured to seize the prisoner, and it was only by using force that the police wore able to hustle the wretched man through the crowd into the gaol, where he sank to the ground shrieking in abject terror. Evidently the daring ruse by which the police had transferred the prisoner safely from the police headquarters to tbe State Penitentiary could not be tried a second time. This ruse was no other than the disguising of Czolgosz in a policeman’s uniform, and passing him, thus attired, through the clammering mob which awaited bis exit from the police] headquarters, It was first proposed that Czol-

gosz and a policeman about the same size should change clothes, 'but the policeman objected. He was willing to let the assassin wear his clothes temporarily, but with a round oath he asserted that no power on earth would make him put on the apparel that Czolgosz had dropped. A. compromise was effected. Czolgosz was dressed in the policeman’s uniform, and another man in blue was entrusted with the ticklish task of escorting hTtn through the crowd. “It was at dusk,’’ says a London paper, “that two policemen, in full uniform, one fully six feet high, and broad of shoulder, the othtr several inches shorter, slight of build, and with the face of a boy, came down the broad stairway together into Franklin street. Little attention was paid to them by the howling mob, through which they elbowed their way, the larger man in advance. After getting through the crowd they walked side by side up Franklin street to Swan street, where they got into a carriage.” The drive to the Penitentiary was without event, and the plan worked successfully from first to last. Not for a moment, it is said, did Czolgosz show a sign of fear, although in each man he passed he saw an enemy, ready to tear him limb from limb. It was a situation calculated to make a bravo man quail, yet Czolgosz kept his nerve, and exhibited a coolness equal to that of his stalwart companion. So well did he aot his part that until the next morning not a score of people in all Buffalo knew that he had left the police station.