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Show HE BARB-ED 'E.U OUT. A Com nil..! oner Closes HU loors In thu Face oftho Uio.-!ors to Kce a Hasty Mass Within. Commissioner Qreenman locked his doon on the press as well as the public tins afternoon after-noon and vainly both battered at its thrath-hold. thrath-hold. Occasionally one of the former ran the gauntlet and Uattened his nuse ugainst the glass dour but the court and the inmates in-mates of the room scrawled a simultaneous scrawl and a hasty retreat was beaten. The wind that trickled through whiskers ot the transom, however, could not be battled and OH its noisy wings was boruo the rank vapors vap-ors of a mess that was bein stirreil up in the family of George EC Cozier, late o Bingham, and later of tlie penitentiary wliither he hud been whirled on a charge of adultery. At the far, far aw ay desk iu the commissioner's commis-sioner's court could be seen the careworn, furrowed face of Cozier. In a corner, recoiling recoil-ing at his presence, was Mrs. Cozier, a petite little woman wiih a Mars-like temper and lip that curled in superb scorn. Around them sat a number ot pofiOUo perhaps obscure members mem-bers of the bar. Somebody at all events guessed they were. The examination which bejan at 2 o'clock With Deputy Marshal Billy Coodcell i'l charge of the door, brought Mrs. Cozier to the witness chair. She had worked herself up to a white hent and talked at tlie rate of 'JCJ words a minute Fred McGurrln us authority. She recited her betrayal. How she had been summoned to Salt Lake on a telegram bearing her husband's hus-band's signature. How he had fooled her and left her hunting a husband through the hallways of the Templeton. Her return home, where she had found tlie bed room standing on its head, Empty beer bottles, erupt) whisky Masks, broken glasses and other reminiscences of au old time bacchanalian bull. Tho storai that occurred between man and wife whin they met face to face he fired from his Wb and she hunting for (100 that wis coining from the company. Oh, It was a rattling mess, and at whit the public and reporters were grasping, tie court itself was sickening. Mrs. Crotief wai still under cross-lit when Uie afternoon report closed. |