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VOLUME 1 1 THE EASTMAN TIMES. IS PUBLISHED WEEKLY AT Eastman, Dodge Cos., Ga., BY Jl . s. BURTON. TcrMls One year, $2 00 ; Six months, $1 00. All subscriptions required in advance, invariably. Advertising Rates. ' ITI. I 3 M. I 6 M. I 12 M. I $4 00 $7 00 $1000! Sl5 00 o' " 625 12 00 18 00 \ 25 00 4 975 19 00 28 00 39 00 ; 11 50 22 50 34 00 46 00 i 20 00 I 32 59 | 55 00 80 00 1 col 35 (ia cn ' un nfl 130 00 Advertisements inserted ut $1 per square for first insertion, and 75 cents for each subsequent insertion. A square is the space of ten solid lines bre vier type. Advertisements contracted for a specified time, and discontinued before the expiration of time contracted for, will be charged for the time run at our schedule rates. Marriage and obituary notices, tributes of respect, and other kindred notices, occupying over ten lines, will be charged for as other ad vertisements. Advertisements must take the run of the pa per when not contracted otherwise. 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Professional and business. H. W. J. IIAM. | | THOMAS H. DAWSON HAM Sc DAWSON, ATTORNEYS A T LAVV , (Office in Court House.) EASTMAN, GEO., Will practice in the counties of Dodge, Tel fair, Appling, Montgomery, Emanuel, Laurens and Pulaski, and elsewhere by special con tract. Feb. 14 tf L, A. HALL, Attorney and Counsellor at Law, EASTMAN, GA. W ill pr ictirv in the Circuit and District < nurts ot the United States, lor the Southern Dislriet ol leorgu, the Superior Courts of the Ocouev Circuit, and all counties adjacent to the M. A Ji R. R. Half fee in advance ; eon sub tion foe r "isonable. Office in the Court House. 1 ly. I 5 I. LASHER, IMtysican and Sui gt on, t >ll rs his professional services to the people ol Eastman and surrounding country. 'dice u ar Gen. Foster’s house. 1-lv. VI \1 5 4 L L HOUSE, SAVANNAH, GA., A, B, LUCE, - - Proprietor. - IJoartl Per Day #3. Sjjfe Eastman JEAN’S THANKSGIVING. BY R. E. S. Cambridge is a quiet little countyr town, lying m a hollow, around which hills rise and roll away in purple splendor. The purple had turned to brown , however, and dead leaves' were lying all on all the roads as Jean Rexford walked up from the station, acompanied by Dick, who carried her traps, and tried to tell the home news in ten minutes. Jean was the oldest of five, a tall pretty girl of tweny-two, and Dick was fif teen, and anxious to become an engin eer on the railroad, although he was destined for the medical profession. They walked brskly through the keen air, and Mrs. Morse, who lived at the corner stopned in the act of shaking ginger in her pies, ‘I declare, if there ain’t that Jean Rexford come home lor her holidays, and in black yet as I live. Now, I say it looks as if she wanted to call attention to her loss. I don’t believe in girls dressing in black when their beau’s dead, and 1 guess if a likely young fellow came along, M iss Jean wouldn’t go and say no to him. The old lady went on to relate how long she had worn mourning for the lamented Morse, and how often her last bombazine had been turned; all of which is unimportant to the gener al reader. D would not have troubled Jean very much it she bad beard tile criticisms passed on her; she might have smiled even, and said, ‘Black was very fashionable,’ or ‘becoming,’ and she would si ill hav' dressed to please hersell. Bbo wu studyng art in New York, and was to be at home only for t week, but the children had laid out plans enough for a month. Jean had had her romance, like many others ; but now it was only a beauti ful dream upon which she looked hack. Bbe wart nineteen when she first met Max Thornton, and they fell in love at first sight. lie had just finished h:s college course, and was spending the long vacation in Cambr dge. They saw each oilier constancy through the sum mer, and lie looked upon her always with the same admiration as tiu* first morning when they played croquet to gether, and she gave Jack, M ix’s cous in, a piece of her mind, because he sneered at‘old maids.’ She was utterly unconscious of the impression she had made ; and when Max came to the ‘Cottage’ on numerous pretexts, she imagined it was to save the girls the walk. The Thorntons had been wealthy for generations ; the Manor was filled witn the gatherings of art-loving an cestors, and the Rexfords never dream ed that the heir to an estate grander than it, would ever deign to marry one of them. The Thorntons had always been kind friends ; Jean had gone to school with the girls, and the intimacy had grown with time, till now no days was com plete without some part of it having been spent in each other’s society. The summer days flew away with down upon their feet, Max and Jean had many tastes in common; they liked the same books, and lie was in the habit of talking to the girls as if they had common sense, even when they were pretty and womanly. He had studied medicine and accept ed the position of surgeon on a man of-war, sailing to China. They were to be away a y>ar, and before they sailed lie won Jean’s promise to mar ry him on lis return. The Thorntons looked upon him as crazy—a man with an immense income devoting him self to science, and leaving his sweet heart—it might be forever. Tile Vulcan sailed away; Max was the only figure on board that Jean saw, and sin* watched him till dim dis tance hid each shining sail. Letters came for a time, hopeful and bright, always looking forward to the end; at last silence, and then word came that the Vulcan had taken fire and all on board perished. There Jean’s romance ended; she studied as usual; put on black, and tlie Thorntons gave her a picture of Max, painted when he was eighteen; under thip hung his last carte; a EASTMAN, DODGE COUNTY, GA., WEDNESDAY, JULY 10, 1873. browner face and earnest look, instead of the boy’s careless grace. Their house was quite filled with the curios ities he had sent; wherever you turned some foreign trifle met your ey r e, and be had been so lov able that even the children talked about him in quiet whispers. This was the first Thanksgiving since the final news of his loss, and Mrs. Rexford felt a little anxious, not knowing how Jean would bear it. Her daughter was brave, and knew she bad to live her life, and her sweet face lightened when she saw the love and thoughtfulness that met her every where. After the treasures in her bag had been distributed and she had given her aunt’s message, she listened to the wonderfnl things that, had hap pened in her absence, and the gossip of the village. Thursday morning dawned clear and cold; all the hills stood out boldly 7 v against the sky, looking like frosted plum cake in their snowy covering; the roads were white, and every tree a study of frost work. The bell in St. Luke’s rang out solemnly; the worshippers passed by two by three, and Jean found herself soon in the midst of old friends. The familiar service was gone through with, a short sermon followed, and in the last hymn she heard a voice that sent a thrill through her heart. She knew that it was only fancy; the tune was one they sang* in the olden time, and till the words lingered in her heart. “Oh, royal land of flower, Ob , realm and hom9 of life.” Should she never hear hut the echo of that voice, that was now forever still. It was only a dream, no one else heard, it not even his cousins, and she would not turn only to meet the face of a stranger. The Thornton’s surrounded her as she came out, and begged hei off for the evening. They knew she could not he spared for dinmer, but their claim was a strong one, and a part of the day lit longed to them, so she ana Dick promised to go. They were met at the door by Katy, who announced that a gintleman is w titin’ for ye; he came after ye’d started f >r church.” Jean only asked, “Don’t you know him, Katy?” and, without waiting for a reply, walked into the parlor as the rest passed up stairs. A tal man was finding, with his hack toward her, but she knew the figure, and when Max turned she would have fallen, but his strong arms were around her. “My love, mv life, did you not get my lettei ?” When she heard the tender voice and looked up in the deep eyes, life came back to her; but she could only lie in his arms and cry. In a minute the household had gathered about them, and the children danced for joy. Dinner was forgotten till Katy informed Bessie she couldn’t tell the turkey from the stove, they were both so black. It was a very happy family that gathered round the table at last and gave thanks for the years mercies They lingered long over the walnuts, while Max related part of his adventure. The Vulcan had gone down, but many were saved by boats and an English vessel, but the first report said “all lost,” and those that followed were not authentic. Max had been taken with a low fever, through ex posure, but some Americans who knew him nursed him carefully, and put him as soon as he was able on board a ship starting for England. He wrote from there, but his letters went astray, and the telegram lie had sent from New York reached them as they rose from the table. He had come up on the morning train, and finding them away, started for church, but came out before the close, not wanting to create a sensation. In the afternoon the Thorntons took possession of the “Cottage,” Dick having slipped away and spread the glad tidings. They made Jean put on rose-colored ribbons, because Max liked them, and she had to sing all her old songs, for she would forget them, as she had never touched her music since the news came. They laughed ; and talked bud cried till they were in danger Mrs Thornton said, of losing the little sense they once owned. Max and Jean were allowed to wan der where they liked, to act as deli ciously foolish as only lovers can; and although they were to be married quietly, Mrs. Thornton threatened a “scrum” wedding to punish her nephew for his scientific explorations. ITIOTOGR APPIC. flow tlie Man at Danbury Sat for Ills Picture. From the Danbury News.] Having a photograph taken is one of the giOif. events in a man’s life.— The chief acsire is to look the very best, and on the success of picture hinges in many cases the most impor tant epoch in life. To work up a prop er appearance time enough is used which, if devoted to catJiing fleas for their phosphorous, would cancel the entire national debt and establish a New York daily paper. When you have completed your toilet you go to the gallery and force yourself into a nonchalence of expression that is too absurd for anything. Then you take the chair, spread your legs gracefully, appropriate a calm and indifferent look, and commence to perspire. An atten uated man with a pale face, long hair, and a soiled nose now comes out of a cavern, and adjusts the camera. Then he gets back of you, and tells you to sit hack as far as you can in the chair, and that it Iris been a remarkably backward spring. After getting you back till your spine interferes with the chair itself, he shoves your head into a pair of ice-tongs, and dashes at the camera again. Here, with a piece of discolored velvet over his head, he bombards you in this manner : Your chin out a little, please. The chin is protruded. ‘That’s nicely ; now a lit tle more ’ The chin advances again, and the pomade commences to melt, and start for freedom. Then he comes U-u-U to ypu and slaps one of your hands on your leg in such a position as to give you the appearance of try ing to lift it over your head. The oth er is turned under itself, and has be come so sweaty that you begin to fear that it will stick there permanently.— Anew stream of pomade finds its way out, and starts downward. Then lie shakes your head in-the tongs till it settles right, and says it looks like rain, and puts your chin out again, and punches out your chest, and says he doesn’t know what the poor are to do next winter, unless there is a radi cal change in affairs, and then takes the top of your head in one hand and your cliiu in the other, and gives your neck a wrench that would earn any other man a prominent position in a new hospital. Then iie runs his hand through your hair and scratches your scalp, and steps back to the camera and the injured velvet for another look. By this time new sweat and pomade have started out. The whites of your eyes show unpleasantly, and your whole body feels as if it had been vis ited by an enormous cramp, and an other and much bigger one was mo mentarily expected. Then he points at something for you to look at ; tells you to look cheerful and composed, and snatches away the velvet and pulls out his watch. When he gets tired, and you feel as if there was but very little left in this world to live for, he re stores the velvet, says it is an unfav orable day for a picture, but he hopes for the best, and immediately disap pears in his den. Then you get up and stretch yourself, slap on your hat and immediately sneak home, feeling mean, humbled, and altogether too wretched for descriptii n. The first friend who sees the picture says he can see enough resemblance to make certain that it is you, but you have tried to look too formal to be natural and graceful. A high-life marriage recently took place in London, the parties being the second daughter of the Duke ot Mal borough, and the eldest son of Sir Dudley Coutts Majoribanks. The bride’s dress was of white satin, trim med with Brussels point lace, with a veil of the same fabric, and wreath of orange blossoms. She wore a neck lace ol pear4s, and a pearl diamond pendant and ear-rings. The Bishop of London officiated. The Good Wife. The good wife ! How much of this world’s happiness and unhappiness is contained in the compass of these two short words 1 Her influence is im mense. The power of a wife, for good or for evil, is altogether irresistible.— Home must be the seat of happiness, or it must be forever unknown. A good wife is, to a man, wisdom and courage, and strength and hope, and endurance. A bad one is confusion, weakness, discomfiture, despair. No condition is hopeless when the wife possesses firmness, decision, energy, economy. There is no outward pros perity, which can counteract indo lence, folly and extravagant*. at home. No spirit can long resist bad domestic influences. Man is strong ; but his heart is not adamant. He delights in enterprise and action ; but, to sustain him, ho needs a tranquil mind and a whole heart. He expends his whole moral force in the conflicts of the world.— His feelings are daily lacerated to the utmost point' of endurance by perpet ual collision, irritation and disappoint ment. To recover his equanimity and composure, home must be to him a place of repose, of peace, of cheerful ness, of comfort ; where his soul re news its strength, and again goes forth, with fresh vigor, to encounter the labors and troubles of the world. But, if at home he finds no rest, and there is met by a bad temper, sullen ness or gloom ; or is assailed by dis content, complaint and reproaches, the heart breaks, the spirits are crushed, hope vanishes, and the man sinks into total despair. Let woman know, then, that she ministers at the very fountain of life and happiness. It is her hand that lades out, with overflowing cup, its soul-refreshing waters, or casts in the branch of bitterness, which makes them poison and death. Her ardent spirit breathes the breath of life into all enterprise. Her patience and con stancy arc mainly instrumental in car rying forward, to completion, the best human designs. Her more delicate moral sensibility is the unseen power which is ever at work to purify and refine society. And the nearest glimpse of Heaven, that mortals ever get on earth, is that domestic circle, which her hands have trained to intelligence, virtue and love, which her gentle in fluence pervades, and of which her ra diant presence is the centre and the sun. A Rofiiiai&ce of the Huh. A Boston correspondent of the Chi cago Tribune relates the follow ing story: ‘About ten years ago a Boston merchant sent his lovely daughter in Vermont for her health. Sue staying a few months made and fell deeply in love with a poor but promising machinist there. Soon after her return the young man fol lowed her to Boston, and requested her father’s consent to a wedding in the indefinite future. That party how ever, indignantly rebuked his preten sions, and the young man went West with wounded piide, but vast ambi tions. In a short time he amassed a large fortune as usual, but did not, as usual fall in love again. The lady on the other hand obeying her father’s wishes, married and went to Europe to live. In two years she was a wid ow. but having no call to America, she continued to live abroad Recently the Western capitalist was called to Europe on business. He took a passage last September in a steamer bound from Marseilles to Leghorn. A sudden storm arose, and as the vessel pitched about a lady passenger was thrown overboard. He leaped alter her, the crew threw over chairs and planks, but nothing was seen of the two poor creatures in the water. They were given up for lost. It happened, however, that they readi ed a plank, drifted about until morn ing, and then were rescued and car ried to Malta. It is needless to say (that she was she and he was he, and they were married at once in the En glish cliapel+and are now on their way home to America. Moral learn to swim. T!f\ hotter. h“'tcrev. l}ottrv'’r<?sto^b [N UMBER Lullaby. Trench has given many illustrations of the amount of history which is wrapped up in a single word. He has done great service in stimulating lov ers of linguistic studies to work in the same line of observation and research. Any one of tolerable quickness may find stores in words that fall unheeded from his lips every day. It would be a profitable amusement with one, when too ill or too weary to drudge, to tako up a word and crack it, and pick the meat out of it, as the children do with their Christmas shellbarks. Here is one suggested by the ‘Lullaby’ sung so sweetly by Miss Car^y. There was a legend among the He brews that Adam had a wife before Eve, whose offspring were all devils. Her personal peculiarity was her won derful hair. Her name w’as Lilith.— The popular superstition, according to the Rabbinical accounts, w r as that a spectre—this same Lilith—had the power to kill little children who were not protected by amulets or charms.— It is asserted by common authority that the Christians learned from the Jews about this malignant spectre, and that nurses were accustomed to sing to sleeping children, Lila, abi, abi —Lilia, away, away—and that from this usage comes our word ‘lullaby.’ Negro and a Mule. —A characteris tic anecdote may be relished by those who have had experience of the two. The spectator had taken refuge from the sun’s perpendicular rays under the shade of a spreading beach, sub leg minefagi, and lay recumbent, enjoying the fitful breezes and the sombre froth iuess of the country newspaper.— Along the dusty road which passed by this retreat came jogging a negro, mounted on a mule, both apparently fast asleep. As the somnolent pair approached the spot, some wicked sprite of the place gaye the paper a flirt, which was no sooner seen and heard than the mule, as mules only know how, instantly ‘swapped ends,’ and leaving the negro sprawling in the dirt, took his departure, under full sail, fhe negro, half raising himself, and wiping the dust from his eyes and ! mouth, watched the retreating mule for some time in silence, but at length unconscious of an auditor, gave ex pression to this philosophic soliloquy ; ‘Hat’s what makes me ’spise a mule 1’ lle is only a Printer. —Who was the Earl of Stanhope ? He was only a printer. \\ ho is Prince Frederick William, married to the Princess Roy al of England ? He, too, is a printer. Who was William Caxton, one of the fathers of English literature ? What were G. P. Morris, N. P. Willis, James Harper, Horace Greeley, Bayard Tay lor, C. Dickens, Thiers, Douglass Jer rold, G. D. Prentice, and Senators Dix, Cameron and Niles? They too, wera only printers. What was Benjamin f rankiin ? He was only a printer.— And last, though not least, what was James Buchanan, ex-President of the United States ? Only a printer. Ev ery one cannot be a printer—brains are necessary. "That’s where the boys fit for col lege,” said the professor to Mrs. Partiugton, pointing to a school-house. ‘‘Did they.'' ’ said the old lady, with animation. Then if they fit for the college before they went, they didn’t fight afterward?” ‘Yes’ said he, smil ing and favoring the conceit, ‘but the fight was with the head, not with the hands.’ ‘Butted did they?’ said the old lady. ‘La me! sighed Mrs. Partington. Here I have been sufferin’ the biga mies of death for three mortal weeks. First I was seized with the bleedin’ phrenology in the hampshire of the brain, which was exceeded by the stoppage of the left ventilator of the heart. This gave me inflamation of the left borax, and now I am sick with the chloroform morbus. There is no blessin like that of health, par ticularly when you’re ill.’ A Massachusetts mau owns a pair of horses forty years old. He calls them 2 40’s. A boy defines salt as ‘the stuff that makes potatoes taste bad when you don’t put mi any.’