The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1900-11-13

assaulted ON Sunday night by John Mac
Intyre, an employs Of the Penohscot Cen
trail railroad at the home Of Mrs. kathsn.
AS a result of the assault Mrs. Elicit
now lies at the point of death, and Mira.
Kathan Is suffering from severe nervous
and uhysicaI shook that may shorten her
life.
Mrs. Kathan lives on the road between
Kenduskeag and South Corinth and for
sometime past Mrs. Elliott has been stay
ing with her. At few minutes after ten
o'clock on Sunday night, Mrs. Kathsn
heard someone at the shod door OF her
house She was about to retire but took
a lamp and went to see who the caller
was Mrs Elliott had retired, and was in
bed in the next room to the kitchen.
Mrs Kathan did not opsn the door,
but asked what was wanted mans
voice, thick with liquor, and hoarse with
passion. replied: 81 want to come in,
Give me nights lodging" Mrs. Kath-
an was greatly alarmed, ana told the In
truder to go away. refusing to accede to
his demands to open the door. Al this
the man outside threw his weight against
the frail fastening ana burst the door
open, selling Mrs kathan and breaking
the lamp in her hand.
The aged woman screamed, and began
to struggle In the mans grip, but she is
old and weak, and could do nothing
against the powerful drunken brute, who
forced his way across the kitchen. He
pushed her down, and through an open
door which led to the sitting room OF the
house.
Mrs. Kathan was rendered almost IN
conscious for moment by his savage as
sauIs, but had strength enough, after
moment to rise. she was SO dazed that
she knew not hardly what she did. sud
denly she heard her friend, Mrs. Elliott,
cry out. linen there were sounds OF
struggle and she heard the man say,
Now viii you give upY"
NO. was the answer that came
screaming through the door, II won't as
long as there is breath of life lett In
me.''
Mrs. Kathan, clad in her night gown
and stockings, rushed out OF the house
and into the night. The ground was
frozen and the hard stones cruelty cut
and bruised her feot and she struggled
along. FOR three quarters IF a mile the
brave woman went on and despite her a
years, managed after untold suffering to
reach the house of Arthur ID. Dumfes.
She aroused the inmates and barely
told her terrible story before, worn out
with exhaustion and tine intense nervous
strain under which she had come all this
distance, she fell fainting to the floor.
MIR. Demfee and Fred Tate started at
once for Mrs. Kathan's house.
Both went in together and hurried at
once to Mrs. ElIIott's bed room. On
the floor beside the he'd, disneveiled, and
white as death, lay Mrs Elliott, her white
hair dabbed with blood. The room bore
signs of a terrible struggle. The bed
clothes were everywhere, the rugs were
in rags, and the walls were spattered
with blood.
Mrs. Elliott was carried to the be-
tenderiy, and the two men saw that she
still lived. One OF the men at once set
out for Kenduskeag to summon ply
sieian and inform the constable and ply
stefan at Bangor. In the early morn
ing everybody knew who had done the
awful thing. John MasIntyre, a laborer
on the tracks of the Penobscot Central
railroad, with two companions, Kelly
ana Flynn, who have been living for
some time at the hotel in East Corinth !,
went to Kenduskeag on Sunday. They
procured whiskey and other intoxicat-
ing liquors, and proceeded to become very
drunk. Between 8 and O'Clock they
felt like returning to East Corinth
and persuaded a farmer named Morris
Potter to drive them.
They started out in Potter's wagon,
singing, swearing and carousing. Before
they had gone more than a mile or two,
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