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Show M'COY, THE TOUCH. The Man Who Klgnreil so I'roinlnentlr at the Colorado Legislature. The disgrace that' attaches to the character of Colorado in permitting such a man as Harley McCoy to figure evtm in the politics of the stato is a blur on civilization, aud for which there can be no apology. The McCoy family, to a certain extent, ex-tent, is an illustrious family. J. C. McCoy, the father, at one time was quite prominent as a lawyer in Georgetown George-town during Colorado's territorial existence ex-istence and represented his district in tho territorial senate. Ho was of Scotch extraction, as his name would indicate, and while the elder was well liked generally, gen-erally, he raised a family of boys who were a terror to any community In which they lived. Kenneth, the oldest son, was not very-bad; then came Leslie, the secoud, who was killed in a gaming rencounter some years ago at Silver Cliff. He, however, got his man, as both were killed at the same moment. Then came Harley, the younger of the McCoy family, whose recent exploit will, no doubt, close the eventful career of that family. A tin horn gambler of the lowest type, with a nature and instinct in-stinct as brutal as ever pulsated or throbbod in human heart, without provocation he has now added to the list of previous crimes the murder of Police Inspector Hawley, a man universally uni-versally loved and respected by all who knew him. It is a wonder McCoy was even al lowed the protection of the jail. A few years ago, had he committed a like offense, of-fense, his body would have adorned the Larimer street bridge over Cherry creek, where Musgwve looked for the last time on one of Colorado's most beautiful setting s ns. - . |