The Colfax chronicle., 1903-07-11
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cufy to waste no WORDS on, says ScOtt
Thomas, risin' up and addressin' the
convention bout the campfire, fer
treasurer of this yere county-by the
way, what name be ye goin' to give it p
| at sorter thought Dinwiddie would
be bout the size Mcintosh replies.
after the battle of Dinwiddie court
house, and because it has good mouth
full like sound
"'Jest so,' says Scott, goin' on. the
envious record of our feller county citi-
zen is knowed to everybody as well as
his high and unqualified abilities to
fulfill the position of treasurer of Din
widdie county. So nominate the Hon.
Robert Mcintosh, late of Ohio, and L
reckon no galoot in this yere conven-
tion has nerve enough to present an
other candidate
"The nomination was made unani.
nous and other officers was nominated.
Scott Thomas was made prosecuting
attorney, / was put up for sheriff, and
Doc Tobie for clerk, and the rest of the
Offices arranged for. 1t is amazin' to
think how our whole ticket was carried
without a dissentin' vote. Every man
was elected with surprisin' unanimity
in bout two minutes.
"We had little rally with the help
of some liquorids slowed away in the
wagon and Mac made us speech. SAYS
he:
Gentlemen, we have taken a mighty
step in the spreadin' of civiliza ton and
the rights and delights of liberty. We
have launched hegira of commerce.
the immensity of what it appalls me,
gentlemen, to attempt 10 grasp hold of.
lean see this yerewas of buffalo grass
and Texas ticks dotted with the homes
of happy settlers, traversed with
macad-e-mized pixies convergin' in
pop'lous marts and forums. This elec-
tion to-day will go echoin' down the
corridors of time like steam calliope,
and perpetuate our memories along
side of Julius Caesar and John C. Cal
houn. / guess that's bout all / got to
say
Scott Thomas wanted to make a
speech, but we wouldn't let him. In
the afternoon we hitched up and start
ed back to New Athens. Just as we was
crossin' the county line Doc Tobie hol-
lers out, Hold on. boys, we amt got
no auditor
"Sure 'nough, we'd plumb forgot
bout that Office, and then we was
throwed, into a mess becuz every man
had an office already, and the law, so
Tobie insisted, forbid feller holdin'
more than one public job at a time. At
last says, How bout the nigger?'
without gittin' out of the wagon
we nominated and elected the Cook
county auditor, and right well did the
blasted coyote appreciate the honor.
As soon as we got home Mac printed
some $1,000 school bonds. We had a
devil of time with the auditor, for he
held us up for a quarter every time ne
made the hen tracks what stood for his
name. A threat to impeach him never
feazed him.
II didn't have nothin' to dot wi it. he
says. Ma time is sut'nly wuth some
thin. an seein' as you all amt paid me
fer that cookin' yit jest fixes the price
of my autograft at a quartah.'
"We chased around and raked up
enough to buy Mcintosh a outfit, and |
he sailed for London to place the bonds. |
That was the last we ever see of him. |
We held on, hopin' he'd make a stake |
and show up. Finally things was in
such shape you couldn't raise an aver
age of three drinks a week, though on
account of the hard times the freight |
age was split to two for Is cents. One |
spring day, bout two years after Mac |
left, agent showed up from England
lookin' for the officers of Dinwfddie
county. We never let on that we
knowed thing, but asked what for he
wanted 'em.
Why, you know says he. L want
to collect the interest on some school
bonds now two years accreted, and
some way. you know. 1 can't find the
responsible parties
eve got out of him that Mcintosh
had sold them bonds for $685. gold.
Maybe we wasn't sore, but we wasn't
anything beside Macs wife, what had
been keepin' us as boarders, expectin'
any day to see her hush band float in with
, big roll and take her back to her folks
IN Ohio. We'd promise to pay her with
,ur share in the bond sale. When her
it was wore out givin it to Macs soul
she turned on us and demanded her
board money. We didn't know what. to
10. for we couldn't one of us put up the
are to Blue Butte, the station out of
own.
AT Judge Wiggin's suggestion, how
ver, we all had game of hearts over
he question, and the loser, what was
scott Thomas, married the widow and