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The Sheedy Case,
The Preliminary examination of Mrs. Sheedy, Walstrom and McFar land has been in progress before Judge Houston this week. The testi mony is of the same general nature as that produced before the coro ner's jury, but is very greatly thinned down. During the first day there was no testimony advese to anyone except McFarland, and that was chiefly confined to the cane with which the blow was alleged to have been struck. Up to the time of closing this report the McFarland confession had not been admitted, but was under consuderation by Judge Hous ton. The hearing was then ad journed to 2 o'clock yesterday after noon, when the judge's conclusion on this point would be given.
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NOTHING BUT LIES.
"I regret very much," said Col. Methusaleh Sealbrown, as he folded and returned to his pocket a copy of the Christian at Work, "to see the flippant, unbecoming and untruthful remarks made by the Journal and the Call about the women who attended the courtroom at the prelimnary examination of the parties charged with the murder of John Sheedy. Both papers said in almost so many words that they went there to hear the salacious evidence that would be given, supposing it would be a repetition of the nauseous dose before the jury of inquest and in the confession of McFarland.
"Now I happen to know quite a number of those excellent women, and have no hesitancy in saying that the ascribing of any such motives to them is an inexcusable slander. They were there to cause the exclusion from the testimony of what was unfit for a Woman's ears. They were there to sustain by their presence and sympathy one of their own kind who was being hunted and hounded to death by the perverted arm of the law, who might for aught they knew be the victim of a conspiracy as foul as the one attributed to her.
"When a man gets into trouble crowds of other men troop to his rescue, the more especially if he belong to one or two of the social orders. The brotherhood of men is held to cover anything that one man may do or say for another in distress. Why not let the sisterhood of women come into play? Why not, instead of supposing that these women went to the court room to hear vulgar lips recite salacious testimony?
"I take it as one of the best signs of the age that some women are brave enough to rally around a woman in distress and lend her the support of their sympathy. Instead of being traduced by callow sucklings those women should be honored by every clean, honest and sensible man."
A paper rejoicing in the name, style and politics of Independent has been established at Fremont by Swartz & Co. It differs in no essential respect from the numerous others that are being born all over the state under the impression that the new party is going to afford a good deal of fat picking.
The Central City Courier grimly remarks:
Representative Gunnett, chairman of the house committee on printing, exhibits a praiseworthy domestic providence by making his wife clerk of [?] [?].
The Courier is no doubt another of those credulous creatures which believed that the star-eyed goddess of reform was the patron saint of the progeny sent to the legislature by the alliance. But we have a very profound sympathy for Brer Gunnett. If his wife wanted the appointment he couldn't help it, and there is no more to say. It has always been thus from the time that Eve coerced Adam into eating an apple that he should never have touched.
Some gossip has attended the departure of Father Walsh from this city, it being alleged that it was due to the anonymous communications of a threatening nature, based on his evidence in the Sheedy case. It was much more likely to have been due to a hint from Bishop Bonacum to the effect that it does not comport with the priestly office to divulge before a jury uncalled for and to supplement with further gossip to the press the confidences of a widow at the side of the corpse of her husband. If there is a man in the world who could supposedly be depended on to keep his lips closed, that man is the Catholic clergyman, and a breach like that of Father Walsh is something of an ungrateful surprise even to the utterly irreligious.
This paper has frequently bemoaned the fact that the big daily papers of this city have no sporting editors. The necessity of such an appendage has just been brought home to them in a way calculated to make them reflect, as well as immediately repair the omission on their respective staffs. A great dog fight occurred in West Lincoln the other day and no representatives of the press were present. The papers aforesaid all said that the lightweight bull canine of Col. Frank Parkington of this city fairly chewed the neck off the heavy weight bull canine of Col. Joseph epps of the suburb, and that in ten minutes by the watch. But the truth of history climbs up age in out of the earth into which it is sometimes crushed, and so we learn by later and more reliable advices from the seat of war that the Epps dog did the business for the Parkington dog in superb style to be naturally expected from an animal of his approved breed and training. Not only did he take the fight and the money, but he flings down a defi to any dog in Nebraska. In the depths of our grief over the lack of an intelligent and responsible sporting editor let us not wholly forgot to inquire if this practice of dog fighting is in entire harmony with the law and spirit of the age.
"I see," said Col. Ross Hammond, as he adjusted his glasses to a distant focus his glasses to a distant focus and gazed out on the western horizon where the sun was painting things red, "that Rush O. Fellows has been appointed postmaster at Auburn. That is right. The editor should be rewarded. He toils for the party early and late and is too often wholly unrewarded. I have in my mind now a fair and beautiful post office that might have been a great factor in making things different from what they now are had it been at the proper time bestowed upon a worthy and deserving editor."
"I notice," said Miss Letitia Sealbrown, as she quietly pocketed an editorial 50 cent piece that she had collected for foreign missions, "that, according to the able and popular society paper of this city, that our young ladies are in deep distress because the able and industrious young men do not pay proper attention to society. I sympathize with the girls. When I was a girl I fel the same way. I wouldn't marry any one, I said to myself, unless he was an honest, industrious, settled man. At the same time I had a taste for society, delighted in the theater and was fond of dancing. A young fellow came courting me who was all I wanted in a husband and we became engaged. But as a sweetheart he hardly filled the bill - too quiet and reserved, didn't dance, seldom went to the theater, never took me sleigh riding and seemed to regard sparking and getting married as methodical matters of business. I got a little tired of that sort of thing and worked on him gradually till he became quite a lively, gay fellow. He was loyal to me, however, and we went everywhere together. He was a clerk and had a good salary, with some money saved up. Father would not agree to our getting married until he had accumulated enough to buy a home, so we let things run along in a natural way.
"One day my sweetheart told me he had a good offer to go to San-Francisco. He wasn't getting ahead fast enough, and after a little cry and expostulation he went. I never saw him again. Now what I have told all this for was to give an excuse for telling the girls what the real matter was. He loved me dearly, but I cost him too much. I found [?] The [?] theater, the carriages, banquets and other trivialities that I required of him had not only taken all his salary during the time we were so pleasantly associated, but had absorbed the savings he had managed to accumulate. Now I rather suspect if the girls would study to be worth more and cost less they would have nothing to complain of."
"I was rather in favor of this three years stay on mortgages," remarked Col. Marcus A. Billhandle, as he opened a package of cheroots and divided with Col. E. H. Andrus and Speaker Elder, "until I looked into it a little. The first thing I found out was that it would not apply to any old contracts. The next thing was that if it passed there wouldn't be any new contracts. Under those circumstances I concluded not to lose any more sleep over it."
"I see by a Nemaha county paper," said Col. Jedediah Wayback of saline, "that a man, a boy and a revolver were engaged in killing a Brownvilled cat the other day, with the usual result. The revolver went off at the wrong moment and sent the bullet through the hand of the boy and the foot of the man, and the cat went off safe about the same time. It reminded me of the time Bill Stogner shot his sheep-killing dog. Bill tied his dog to a sapling just back of the hog lot, loaded his old shotgun with buck shot and put the muzzle to the ear of the brute. Just as he pulled the trigger an old sow and her eleven pigs came along on the other side of the fence. Bill sort of looked away as he pulled the trigger, and as he was a fender hearted kind of fellow and liked the dog pretty well. The old gun made a smoke like a house afire and when it cleared away Bill-" and here the colonel began to relight his pipe that had gone out during the narration.
"How many pigs did he kill?" asked Lute Morse.
"Nary pig. Bill held her true, and there wasn't enough head left on that dog to emit a Peruvian bark."
It was a very cold day for the old parties down in Kansas when Farmer Snow was elected state printer.
Col. M. D. Polk is said by an envious rival to have retired from the tripod of the Plattsmouth Herald. As it was a one story tripod and the colonel was in on the ground
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Scrapple is a delicious dish that de serves to be more widely known, for while head-cheese is to be found in any pork market, scrapple is seldom seen outside of Philadelphia and South Jersey. Procure a medium-sized, fresh piglt head, remove and set aside the brains which make an excellent entree. soak the head over night in tepid water. the next morning wash throroughly in two or more waters and set to boil in sufficient hot water to cover. When the meat separates from the bons and is quite tender, remove it from the pot leaving the liquor to boil chop the meat line strain the liguor and set it back upon the fire, where it should be reduced to about a gallon ; salt it sprinkle into it sufficient yellow meal to make a consistent mush, say about three cupfuls to four quarte ; stir. and cook for twenty minutes ; pour the mush in the pan with the chopped meat mixing thoroghly ; season with salt, red and black peper, powdered thyme, and sage; remembering that all preparations of frech pork require to be well seasoned. When cold, this mixture will form a solid cake, Cut in slices about half as inch thick. and fry brown. No fat is required there being suffcient is the scrapple. This is a winter dish, and especially good with buckwheat cakes---- Good House keeping.
