There it is. That's the president coming in. The special presidential train car. He gets his own car because he's the president. Can you imagine having your own train car? Amazing. You jostle against other people in the crowd and stand on your tiptoes. And yes, that's President McKinley. You can see him waving through the window, top hat and everything.

You can maybe even see the red carnation on his lapel,

and as luck would have it, it looks like the car is going to stop pretty close to your location on the platform.

You might even get to shake the president's hand when he disembarks, but there's an explosion.

The glass of the train car's windows have blown out, and you can hear a woman screaming inside.

That's the first lady, screaming.

And then somebody else on the platform near you shouts out what you're thinking.

Anarchists.

And you feel an icy grip in your stomach.

Of course.

Anarchists.

Trying to blow up the president of the United States.

Hadn't it been an anarchist who threw that bomb at the Haymarket Affair back in Chicago?

Bombed a labor rally?

Seven dead policemen?

A bunch of civilians dead?

You remember reading about that in the papers.

Eight anarchists were tried.

Four were executed and a fifth killed himself.

Well, good riddons.

Then another anarchist tried to assassinate the industrialist Henry Clay Frick.

Shot and stabbed, poor Frick,

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