That offal money is still causing trouble.
Coroner Holland has made another formal demand on County Treasurer Jones for the $2.75 that he claims is still owing him on his last months salary. It happened at noon yesterday. Both the officials lost their tempers. The scene was profanely stormy, and the compliments that passed were fast and furious and picturesque.
The Coroners first demand was made on Tuesday, but it evidently wasnt satisfactory, for the only witnesses on that occasion were the Treasurers deputies, Charley Logan and Johnny Myers.
Yesterday the Coroner took a witness along with him. It was none other than [local attorney] E.L. Hutchinson, Esq. (El Hutch) . . . .
Into the office went the pompous Coroner.
I have come to make demand for the balance of my money, he stated very positively, and then added, and I have brought along a witness.
At first the Treasurer was amused.
But I paid you that money once and you wouldnt take it, he replied with a short laugh.
Well, but in that stinking money which I wont take, snapped back the Coroner.
It was the very money, though, that you gave me, you selfish , but Jones hadnt time to finish the compliment before the Coroner repeated:
Well, but I wont have that stinking money, I tell you! and the heat began to get oppressive under the doctors collar.
Well, then, said Jones, Ill pay you again what the office owes you. But its the last time.
And he quickly turned to the counting table, fished around for a suspicious little yellow package and shoved it over to the volcanic Coroner with a disgustful, There, take that.
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Is that the stinking money? demanded the Coroner in his loudest.
Well, said Jones (his ire by this time was running like a smelter), you can take that or leave it alone, just as you please! Im getting dd tired of your bothering around here.
And with this suggestive remark, Jones shoved the odiferous coins out toward Holland upon the floor. Fireworks followed. All sorts of indelicate language was now on the exchange.
The Coroner was greatly moved. He hastily scrambled around the floor and picked up the coins, smelling them one by one with awful whiffs and cursing the filthy lucre.
Then he wanted El Hutch to smell, so he stuck the stuff up under the lawyers nose, and while the latter bent down to get four good snuffs, this is what the Coroner said, only worse:
Theres the dd stinking money hes been saving up for me. Isnt it awful? . . .
Then the Coroner threw the money through the window at the Treasurer, and, this being a first-class declaration of war, a tremendous fusillade of bad words began, and people were called overgrown hogs and all sorts of sons, and other powerful epithets.
Finally Jones thought to end the engagement and said:
Well, thats enough! Take your money and get out of here, or Ill throw you out!
Then the Coroner, with sundry profanity, told him to take the money and deposit it where it might smell a thousandfold worse.
Then he left. But as he went he said, Ill settle with you, young man! and the fray was over.
When seen immediately afterward, Coroner Holland stated positively that he intended to begin a civil action to recover the now famous $2.75.
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