Democratic Sentinel, Volume 2, Number 20, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 28 June 1878 — THE EMPEROR’S DANGER. [ARTICLE]

THE EMPEROR’S DANGER.

An Eye-Witness Describes the Last Attempt on the Kaiser’s Lite. [Berlin Cor. New York World.] Two o’clock on Sunday afternoon, Unter den Linden. It is a cool, pleasant June day. The crowd, streams idly along this broad street. The cases are filled. The stately officers of the Royal Guard are out in all the elegance of fulldress uniform. Richly-dressed women sweep the pavement with their long, slim trains. Here and there a trio of students swagger through the crowd, with bright-colored caps and scarred faces. Ceaseless is the flow of droschkies, carrying the easy-going Berliners, with wives and children, toward the green alleys of the Thiergarten. The Kaiser’s carriage rolls out from the door-way of his palace at the other end of tbe Linden. He is going, as a good Berliner)' to take his daily drive in the Thiergarten. The equipage is a simple Victoria, low and open, drawn by two small, quick-trotting black horses. There is nothing to distinguish it from other carriages except the waving plumes of the Jager who sits upon the box. The Kaiser sits erect upon the back seat as the carriage, with its rub-ber-covered wheels, rolls swiftly and noiselessly down the street. He bears his fourscore years nobly, and his greeting is sincere and kind as he answers the respectful salutations which every one .delights to give him. I believe there are plenty of people who walk on the south side of Unter den Linden at this hour for no other purpose than the simple pleasure of taking off their hats to the brave old Emperor. I will confess to having done so myself.

The carnage is passing No. 18, in the most crowded and fashionable part of the street. Suddenly, from an open window in the second story, two gunshots flash like lightning out of a clear sky! The Kaiser sinks back on the seat. Blood trickles down his face. The carriage stops. The Jager springs from his seat and holds his wounded master in his arms while the carriage slowly turns and drives down th®» other side of the street toward the palace. I stand within fifteen feet of the equipage as it passes. I see the stately figure lying there helpless; the red stream trickling slowly over the bronzed face, now so pallid; the pain, the anguish, the unutterable dejection in those manly features. I realize, as if in an evil dream, that for the second time within barely three weeks the Emperor of Germany has been shot at like a dog in the streets of his own capital. The people are wild with excitement and rage. A crowd has gathered itself in an instant about the house. The street is filled with haste and confusion. Men rusii up to the room of the assassin and break open the door. He meets the first who enters with a revolver-shot and then shoots himself, but not fatally. He is captured and bound. The people below are frantic. They threaten to tear him in pieces. The big prison-van comes up to take him away, but it is too high to pass under the doorway of the house, aud as the driver, iu his hurry, attempts to go through, he is crushed to death upon his box. At last the prisoner is taken away under a strong guard of mounted police. The crowd becomes quieter but larger every moment, and joyful tears greet the news which is brought from the palace that the Kaiser is in no immediate danger, although he has been struck by a number of shot in the cheek, neck and shoulder, and has suffered considerable loss of blood. The would-be murderer is named Carl E. Nobling, is 30 years old, and comes from an old and respectable German family. He has gained the degree of the Doctor of Philosophy at the University of Leipzig, and is a man of considerable literary and scientific culture. He has written for leading agricultural reviews.