Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1886-07-26
MRS. PINCIN AND TER PISTOL.
A hesoiute Woman and Brute Meet
or the Hishway-The Latter Tries to
Rob Her of Pension Money-But is
Glad TO Shnk OF with His Hide I'm.
hurt.
LEWISTON. July "a.

LEWISTON. July "a.
Kate NJ p ncin OF East Monmouth has
lately been visiting her sister in Auburn and
Is wonsn perhaps 40 years old, of inc
physique, and, as recent events have proved
abandantly able to take care of herself. Mrs.
PincIn tells the story to a Lewiston Journal
reporter OF recent attack upon her by q
highway robber, while on her way from
Augusta, abundantly and fully vouching for
its truth in all details.
AT the time of the last payment of pensions
in June, Mrs. Pincn started from Monmouth
and drove TO Gardiner, where she left her
team, took freight train to Augusta, and,
bright and early in the day for so long a
Jaunt called AT the pension Office in Augusta
tor the money that vas due her-about $50
Are YOU not afraid that somebody will rob
you!" asked the folks at home that morning
before she started out. The road to Gardi-
ner, they had said, sis long and dresry and
full OF dark places, and you are alone and a
woman. and it is dangerous. But she had
denied the danger. and declined to inconven-
ience any one else by the trip. Wont you
take revolver" they then begged her, and
she again declined. Her father, however.
with rare foresight, as it it now seems, went
into the house, took down the revolver
loaded it. and carrying it out to her, put it
in snug place under the wagon seat, ard
told her to use it if the occasion de-
manded. Mrs. Pincin yielded to his wishes,
although she hardly thought of the revolver
until she stood by the desk in the pension
office counting her money At this time she
did think of it, for, as she lifted her head,
her eyes met those of a man who had been
greedily watching her as she counted it.
She put the money in her pocket, and
watched the man as he turned on his
heel and walked to annother part of the
office. She didn't Gee him again in Augusta
or on the train to Gardiner. In Gardiner
she found her team at the stable where she
had left it, and soon left for home.
Mrs. Pincin drove along blithely enough until
she had passed Spears Corner, when she
heard team coming behind her as if driven
at full speed. She started her own horse a
little but the coming team was faster than
her own. She looked around and at the first
| glance WAS startled for she thought she rec
Ognized the lounger whom she had seen at
the office at Augusta. She kept calmly on,
| driving the horse in the middle of the road
the team every minute coming nearer. The
| place was secluded and was calculated for
robbery, if anyone had that intention. The
man in the team drove up so that his horse 3
head Tapped the wheel, and then, turning to
one side of the road, drove quickly by. When
a rod ahead he pulled up, jumped out and
grabbed her horse by the bride stopping her
| team at once.
"What do you want?" said the lady.
81 want that money" was the reply. Fork
it over!"
! Conversation was brief for the lady was
one of action. AS the highway man turned to
look at his horse and again at her, he sud.
denly noticed that he was looking into the
muzze of a cooked revolver. There was nU
trembling in the hand that held it either. II
was as calm and as steady as a clock, and the
brute at the horses head saw that bulle,
from it would end his days, the hand pulled
the tri&er. There was look of resolution
too, in her face, for as she expressed it, she
was not frightened, only 'just mad all the
way through" 1t was her trick, for she held
the trump card and the man was wise enough
| to see it, for with an oath ne let his hand dro}
from the bride and slouched into his owr
team.
"Now. sir" said she, ''you turn toward
| Gardiner With the revolver still on him
and covering him at every movement, the
resolute woman watched the man from the
minute ne dropped her bride rein until be
had turned the wagon and was hundred
yards back on the road on his way towarc
Gardiner. Then she picked up the reins
tucked the revolver under the seat and drov,
home to East Monmouth