After the Convention is Over.
There was a bloody sequel to the New York State Firemen’s annual convention at Coney Island last week, in which public officials of Brooklyn were concerned. The blood that was shed, it is said, came from the lips and noses of Sheriff John Courtney, ex-Civil Justice Moses Engel and Civil Justice Edward C. Murphy. These gentlemen, with Bernard Lamb and Warden Peter Doyle of Raymond Street Jail, had participated in the firemen’s parade and Governor Roswell P. Flower’s reception on Coney Island on Friday afternoon, and late at night adjourned to the Prospect House, in Surf avenue. Brewer Ferdinand Munch of Brooklyn was seated on the veranda when a woman addressed him in a loud tone. Turning in his chair Mr. Munch saw a handsome woman standing with Mr. Jappan, proprietor of a saloon in Brooklyn. Some words passed. Sheriff Courtney, it is said, then threw open the doors of the place and exclaimed :
” Where are these people who are creating this disturbance? I am the sheriff of Kings county. Let me get after them.”
F’x-Civil Justice Moses Engel followed Sheriff Courtney out and Civil justice Murphy followed on the heels of Engel, and the remainder of the sheriff’s friends crowded after. Brewer Munch, Mr. Jappan and his companion ran eastward in Surf avenue, followed by the sheriff and his friends. Engel caught up with the sheriff, and, throwing his arms around him, besought him to stop and ” consider.” The sheriff refused to consider. He wrenched himself free and proceeded to punch the ex-civil justice in the face, splitting that gentleman’s upper lip and drawing tears of anguish from his eyes. Then Civil Justice Murphy stepped up for a bout with Sheriff Courtney. Rutting up his fists in scientific style, the sheriff, it is said, selected Murphy’s mouth for a target, and the civil justice fell backward w ith a crash through the door of the Prospect Park and Coney Island Railroad station. Sheriff Courtney then turned, and with his open palm hit on the face another of the party. This man hit the sheriff in the mouth and made the blood flow, and this seems to have ended the row.
llis friends put the sheriff to bid in the Prospect House, and when he awoke in the morning he recollected little of the occurrences of the night previous.
Ashby, Minn., is in a turmoil again over a fire engine. The village council has bought a fire engine and 400 feet of hose for $800, and now the people have found out that they can buy an engine fully as good for $390 of another company. The citizens have insisted on the village treasurer not to pay the orders until they have investigated the matter. The engine company has threatened to bring action against the treasurer if the village orders are not paid forthwith, but the citizens have given the treasurer an indemnity bond and are anxious to have the engine company begin action.