Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1875-05-26
. SHOT DEAD.

The Tragic Ending of n Train Robber-He is
Instantly Killed by IN Adams, Expires
Messenger-FulI Particulars of the Afai
"A Brave Man, Who Should be Remem
bered.
From the Chicago Post of May 7th.
The Adams Express car which left
here last night for Pittsburgh on the
Fort Wayne road, was the scene of a
most remarkable event before it reached
the end of it's route. A masked robber
broke his way into the car, and was shot
dead after firing two bullets at the mes
senger in charge. The bravery and
| falthfullness of the messenger saved the
express company several thousand dol
lars, and the body of the would-be rob-
Der and murderer now lies dead at
Crestllne Station. The messenger
is George Ell. Price, recently
from Kentucky, a married man of
about 30. The robber was H. @. Blink
ley, formerly conductor on the Fort
Wayne Road, running the accommoda-
ton train between Lima and TT. Wayne
up to last week, when lie was discharged
because of growing lad habits. He
lived at the latter city, where he had
most interesting family. The train had
passed Lima, where it had stopped for
water, and was between Ada and La
| fayette, about 222 miles from here,
when Price heard, above the racket of
the rushing train, the sound of crack
| ling wood, which came from the door
behind bin at the end of the car. Sud-
denly turning, he saw face with black
muslin tied over it coming through
a hole in the door, made by break
ing out the panel. Price was alone,
and it was after midnight. He was
armed, but it did not occur to him to
reach for his pistol. The sight was so
unexpected, that for a few seconds he
was taken aback. The car was some
what dim, single Pickering lamp pro-
viding the only light, and he was not
quite sure as to what it was that was
coming up out of the obscurities Of the
corner. Price is man of about 80,
tall, strong, proportional, one of
those healthy young fellows, for whom
railway companies have sharp eye
when there is treasure to be guarded.
He said, after it was all over, that he
did not know what was coming next.
The thought of danger did not
occur to him so much as a
feeling of startled curiosity. Price
saw the panel fall away, he saw
that it was man who was or the other
side Of it, and that his face was covered
with cloth. The mans eyes could be
seen shining through the holes cut in
the cloth, but there was 10 sign by
which he could tell what man he was
He had not long to think, however. Be-
fore he could guess as to what would be
the next move, the man in the mask
stood up with his back against the door,
his right arm with pistol in the hand
stretched out, looking steadily at him
This all took perhaps not half min
ute. Price had just time enough to
turn his head on hearing the crash,
when the mouth of the pistol was star
ing him in the face. ''Give me your
keys - came from under the mask. In
stantly Mr.. Prices presence Of mind
came back. It all flashed before him.
Robbers were on board, the car was to
be pillaged; he must give up Or
die. Still he did not reach out for
his own weapon. ''Not yeti" he
replied, and grinned at the man, at the
same time taking in his build, as if to
calculate what the chances might be in
in a tussle. He saw that he was about
his own size. A pistol shot was the re-
ply, and Price felt the cutting sweep Of
a bullet across his arm and over the
forehead, Immediately followed by an
other through his left shoulder, the arm
falling limp, and the blood trickling
down his face. Quick as flash his pis-
tol was out. ''No, sir!" he shouted,
"not yet ! not just yeti" and he raised
his right arm. For second the two
stood face to face, the loaded pistol of
each pointed at the other It was no
longer spoils or no spoils, it was life
and death. The hammer of Prices pis-
tol was raised to the full That of the
other had yet to be raised. It was the
work of second, the contraction of the
muscles of a finger, but it was enough
to turn the balance of a mans life.
The robber pulled at the trigger,
and it quickly responded to the pres
sure, but that same instant Prices
pistol flashed, and the would-be thief
and murderer was shot through the
head, his brains splashing over the
walls. He fell back, striking the door,
dead. In a few minutes more the train
had reachad Crestline, where the body
was lifted off, where it now lies, await
ing the Coroner of Allen county, Ohio,
in whose Jurisdiction his death occur
red. Price will be due here tomorrow,
and an ovation awaits him. If there is
anything which warns up the cookies
Of an express companys heart and
proves that at least one kind of corpo-
ration has soul, it is to find man
who stands up for it in the hour of dan
ger, and this Price had done in the
bravest manner. His conduct has given
the greatest satisfaction to the company,
and there is not soul about the office,
from Arson Gorton down, who is not
willing to swear to-day that Price is
" the gamest man in America ~
| You Got Him. IS Ross ~