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VOLUME !•] Til E EASTMAN TIMES. I Ig PUBLISHED WEEKLY AT Eastman, Dodge Cos., Ga.,| —by ;l| It. S. BURT O> -I <•■— Terms—One yew, $2 00; Six mouths ■ jl.iAl. All subscriptions required m udvuuce, ■ iuviuriably. B AlvertisiiS Hates. I "sqw IlM.| 3M. 6 M - 12 M ; B ii MOO s7ooslo 00 $l5 00l • *6 25 12 00 1800 25 00 4 | 975 19 00 28 00 39 00H 11 50 22 50 34 00 40 i lon 00 32 59 55 00 80 Ou^B 1 col’ 535 00 60 00 80 00 1 130 [ M _* per square ibrH first ins-ruou, and 75 cents lor each subsequent* insertion. J,|g A square is the space of ten solid lines bre-M vier type. ■ Advertisements contracted for a specified™ time, and discontinued before the expiation of* time contracted for, will be charged for the* time run at our schedule rates. B Marriage and obituary notices, tributes ofß respeet, and other kindred notices, occupying■ over ten lines, will be charged lor as other ad-B vertisements. B Advertisements must take the run of thepa-B per when not contracted otherwise. 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I HATES ASD RULES FOR LEGAL ADVERTISING.] Sheriff’s sales, per levy, $3 50 ; sheriffs mort gage sales, per levy, $5 ; tax sales, per levy, $3 ; I citation for letters of administration, $4 ; cita tion for letters of guardianship; application fur dismission from administration, $10; ap plication for dismission from guardianship, $5 ; application for leave to sell land (one square) $5, and each additional square, $3 ; application for homestead, $2 ; notice to debtors and cred itors, $1 ; land sales (Ist square"*, and each ad ditional square, $3 : sale of perishable prop erty, per square, %'s, 50 ; estray notices, sixty days, $7 ; notice to perfect service, $7 ; rules nisi to foreclose mortgage, per square, $4 ; rules to establish lost papers, per square, $4 ; rules compelling titles, per square, $1 ; rules to per feet service in divorce cases, $lO. Sales of land, etc., by administrators, exec utors or guardians, are required by law to be held on thetirst Tuesday in the month, between the hours of 10 in the forenoon and 4 in the afternoon, at the court house door in the county in which the property is situated. Notice ot these sales must be given in a public gazette 10 days previous to the day of sale. Notices tor the sale of personal property must be given in like manner 10 days previous to day of sale. Notices to the debtors and creditors of an estate must be published 40 days. Notice that application will be made to the Court of Ordinary for leave to sell land, Ac., must be published for two months. Citatious for letters of administration, guar dianship, Ac., must be published 30 days- for dismission from administration, monthly for three months —for dismission from guardian ship, 40 days. Rules for foreclosure of mortgages must be published monthly for four months—for estab lishing lost papers for the full space of three mouths—for compelling titles from executors or administrators, where bond has been given by the deceased, the full space oftliree months. Publication will always be continued accord ing to these, the legal requirements, unless oth erwise ordered. Professional and Business. H. W. J. HAM, ATTORNEY AT* LAW, (Offieo iu Court House.) EASTMAN, GEO., Will practice in the counties of Dodge, Tel fair, Appling, Montgomery, Emanuel, Laurens ami Pulaski, and elsewhere by special con tract r Foh, 14-tf A. HALL, Attorney and Counsellor at Law, EASTMAN, GA. r in the Circuit and District T>; ,, Ignited States, for the Southern istnet of Georgia, the Superior Courts of the conee Circuit, and all counties adjacent to M. AB. It. It. Half fee iu advance ; con sultation fee reasonable. Office in the Court House. *-iy. o. C. HORNE, ATTORNEY AT LAW Hawkinsville, Geo. Oconee Circuit—Court Calendar 1873. ilcox—4th Mondays, March and September. Dooly—3d Mondays, March and September. \f WIU ~ Fri<lii y s ft above. Montgomery— Thurs after Ist Mondays, April. Daurens -2d Mondays, April and Oct‘and Oct. 1 ulaski -3d Mondays, April and October. Dodge_ 4t h Mondays, April and October tellair—Thursdays after above. <hm.3lst, ly. <tljc Eastman THE BEWITCHING WIDOW. BY MATTIE DYER BRITTS Just before dark one evening. Tom t mtena came into the little office \vl <re Frank W orthin ton kcot his <:i sty law books and helped h nisei ft o a chair and a cigar, with a quiet niake yonr-selbat-home sort ot coolness which showed him no stranger to the pro mises. 4 Well, Frank, said he, “we got through the last case to-day, and I'm ready to he off home to-morrow. You promised to go home with me remem ber.’ ‘You can hi* ready by morning?’ ‘Oh, yes ! It won’t take long to pack my kit. I haven’t any Saratoga trunk to till with flounces and furbe lows’ ‘All right, then. We shall have a cousin of my mother’s to go down with us ’ ‘The deuce we shall ? Tom, if its a girl I won’t go, by George ! I got enough rf traveling with girls last sumrri -r.’ ‘You will go ! I’ll never forgive you if you don’t.’ ‘ls the cousin of the femcnine persua sion V ‘Yes,’ but she’s not a girl. She is a sedate widow lady, who goes down to make an annual visit to us every Christmas. ‘Oh, that alters the case ! One of those motherly, midule aged ladies who makes a fellow look respectable, as if he was traveling w r ith his. moth er ! T Tom repressed an inclination to laugh, and replied, soberly : ‘Yes ; no doubt Mrs. Cameron will appear like a mother to both of us.’ ‘Mrs. Cameron. A good, old, respec table name,’ repeated Frank.’ ‘Has she money, Tom ?’ ‘Well—yes, a fair little fortune.’ ‘And you may stand a chance in her will.’ ‘Possibly.’ ‘‘ies. \\ ell, my boy, you are quite right to be attentive to vonr mother’s elderly relations. No doubt Mrs. Cameron will be an addition to our journey.* ‘Decidedly ;’ said Tom, feeling it about time for him to get out of that office, where he could indulge in the laugh lie had reasons for wanting, and rising as he spoke. ‘You’ll meet us at the depot at seven in the morning V EASTMAN, DODGE COUNTY, GA., WEDNESDAY, OCT. 8, 1873. Selected Poetry. ‘I will.’ ‘Sharp seven, remember !’ ‘Yes. And time and railroad cars wait for no man or woman either, de pend on me Tom, and just look after Miat elderly cousin.* 'l’ll do it. Good night, then.* ‘Good night, old fellow.* And as Tom went out, Frank arose and began to put his office in order to make some preparations for his Christ mn* f journey. He meant to be very early next morn ing, but overslept himself, and reach ed the depot only five minutes before train time. He went hastily into the ladies’ room, supposing Tom would be there with Mrs. Cameron. The room, jhowever, had but one occupant—a bright-faced lady, in a stylish black and white traveling suit, with a while plume drooping over a coquettish black hat. She turned a pair of saucy brown eyes upon Frank, as he enter ed, glanced around and beat a hasty retreat. ‘Whew ! what a pretty girl, glad I don’t have her to dangle after, and wait on, though,’ thought he. ‘Where the dickens is Tom ?’ He hunted through the crowd and just as the train was starting, found Tom on the platform. Oh, here you are. Be quick now ! hailed Tom, ‘I thought ypu were about to give me the slip after all.* ‘No danger ; 1 slept late, that’s all.’ They went in the car, and the pon dc rous wheels rolled off, and as they opened the door, Frank got a glimpse of the pretty girl with a white plume, seated inside. ‘Did your cousin come ?’ he asked of Tom. ‘Yes ; I’ll introduce you.* Tom marclv'd straight down the nar fiow aisle to tli.it very gin’s seat, and ar> she rose, with a bewitching smile, Tom introduced : ‘Mrs. Canu-ron, this is frie.d, Mr. Worthington. My cousin Kate Cam eron, Frank.’ Poor Frank ! you might have knock ed him down with a knitting needle. But he was gentleman enough to stam mer some response to the beautiful lady’s courteous greeting, and try to recover from his confusion as best he might. Half an hour later, he and Tom stood together on the car platform, and then his wrath bad vent. ‘Tom Courtcna, I’ll never forgive you !’ ‘You will. I had to deceive you, so that you wouldn’t act like a fool, and disappoint me of your visit. But Kate will neither eat you up nor fall in love with you, so you needn’t be scar ed.’ ‘Don’t expect me to pay attention to her.’ ‘Hold oil there ! bhe hasn’t given you a chance yet. Kate’s quite a bell jn city society, and awful particular in her company. Sad dogs like you and I, wouldn’t stand a ghost of a chance.’ ‘Humph ! I don’t know that she could do better !’ growled Frank, in stantly, with man's usual contrariness taking the opposite track ‘She might think so. I am going to the smoking-car, Frank. Come along ? ‘No, I don't care about smoking now. ‘All right ; just look after Kate till I come back—that's a good fellow ! Now, Fr-nk had not the leas* inten tion of looking after Kate, but when he approached her seat she looked up with such a frank, pleasant smile, and moved her shawl from the opposite seat to make room for him with such a cordial air, that tie could not resist the temptation to sit down and enjoy her society. Not much of it did he get, however, for, after that first pleasant reception, Mrs. Kate betook herself to her book again and never even looked at him. By way of revenging himself, Frank looked at her and the prettier she grew. She a widow, he thought. She's not a day over one and twenty, if she's that, I wonder if she T mi's sweet heart ? And strange to say, this reflection made Frank feel like grinding hie teeth at the unconscious Tom, calmly enjoy ing his cigar in the smoking car. The journey passed off without any special incident, and without Mrs. Kate troubling Frank, in the least, for any attention. At the station they found Black Boh awaiting them, with the big sleigh, and a few minutes breezy sleigh ride brought them safely to the door of Tom's home. If Frank had found Kate Cameron pretty in her hat and traveling wrAps, when she took them off, and showed the slight form, with its graceful curves and arches, he thought her bewitching. Of course, he didn't care anything about her ; but, some way, it was a great relief to find a certan pretty little Minnie Brown, who was one of the holiday party, unmistakably occupying the position as Tom‘s sweetheart, ane. putting Kate out of the question. Before they had been there three days, Frank began to have an uncom fortable sensation under the left of his vest whenever Kate was near ; and, Sunday morning when she came down dressed in a bewildering suit of blue velvet ready for church, he quite gave up, and owned to himself that he lov ed every inch of her, from the heels of her tiny hoots to the tips of her lit tle blue • loves. Mrs. Kate was sharp enough very speedily to see hoiv the land lay ; but she never gave one sigh that she car ed a straw for him ; arid Frank tor mented himself daily with hopes and fears, after the usual fashion of lovers, The holiday visit was to close with a grand party on New Year's Night, and all the young people in the neigh borhood were invited in to assist in the merry making. Late in the evening, a silent figure sat by the library fire, having stolen away from the revelers below stairs to indulge in a moment's quiet reverie. Presently trie door was softly opened, and the faint light glittered on Kate Cameron's blue robes, as she came for ward and addressed the figure in the chair : Why, Tom, old fellow, what is the matter ? Have you got a fit of the blues ? A deep sigh was her only answer. Why, dear, dear, its worse than I thought ? laughed Kate Have you been quarreling with Minnie Brown ? Tell me all about it ? And with cousinly freedom, she laid her hand on his head. The little hand was quickly impris oned and carried to the lips of the si lent figure ; and then Kate stopped, and looked into the face, not of her cousin Torn, but Frank Worthington. She gave vent to a low exclamation and wou'd have fled instantly, but Frank took good care to hold fast to his little, white prisoner and detain her. It isn't Tom, but don't go, he plead ed. Stay with me, Mrs. Cameron— dear Kate ! Tom don't luve you half so well as I do ! How do you know ? whispered Kate shyly. Because Tom only loves you as a cousin, and I—oh Kate, I love you better than rny life ! But you have known me such a lit tle while. Yes—and might never have known you at all it Tom, trie messed old boy, hadn't deceive me, and made me be lieve it was an old lady who was to come down with us. I know—Tom told me all about it, laughed Kate. Did he ? But you will forgive me, Katy darling, because I love you so, and learn to love me a little, won’t you ? pleaded Frank, boldly throwing one arm around her, and drawing her down by his side. I'm afraid I have learned that al ready, whispered she, frankly. And then—but then neither you nor I, readers dear have any business lis tening to love secrets in the fire light ed library, so 1 won't tell you what then. But I will tell you that, when next New Year's came, Frank and the be witching widow were visiting at Tom's again ; but she was a widow no longer, and they called her Mrs. Woruiingtou. Bravo. An exchange has the following inci dent of the war : A single shot, followed by a loud shriek, told us that one of my best men whose name was Bradley, was wounded. He proclaimed his agony with a loud voice, turned over on his back, and commenced kicking so vig orously that the surgeon had great difficulty in getting in reach of him. “Poor fellow,” said the doctor, as he saw a thin whitish liquid oozing out, “shot in the bladder.; I am afraid it’s fatal,” and he commenced opening his coat. ‘Oh, my God !” said Bradley, “I’m a dead man ; I’ll never get over it.” “Keep up your spirits, my hoy ; never say die,” said Capt. Johnson, bending over him. “Doctor,” said the wounded soldier lreely, “will you write to my mother and tell her that I died bravely doing my duty, with my face to the foe, and that I thought of her when I was dy ing here ?” “Yes, yes,” said the doctor, with dim eyes and a husky voice, “I will write to her and tell her, too,” but suddenly springing to his feet with an indignant and angry voice, added : “Why, confound it, man, you are not hurt a bit ; it’s only your canteen that is shot, and that’s the water from it ; get up, will you V Bradley raised up slowly, felt him self all over, and with exceedingly foolish counternance, crawled back to his position, amid the uprorious laugh ter of the whole regiment. For months after that, on the march or in camp, and sometimes in the still ness of the night, you would hear a voice in one direction, demanding “What shall I tell your mother?” and perhaps half dozen responses would be heard, “tell her I died with my face to the foe,” and then “Canteen Brad ley” would come out and angrily hunt for the man that said it. He seldom found him, but when lie did, there was certain to be a fight. Tlie Grissette. It is a common remark among strangers in France that about every third man wears a uniform of some kind, and is almost the case here in Paris. Nearly all of these informed men are forbidden by law to marry, and belong to a class who have never been taught to entertain such an idea as pertaining to their future ex istence. They have always found it difficult to get food for themselves, and hence have never entertained such a preposterous idea as managing and supporting a family. These men have sisters who have alwavs •j recognized themselves as belonging to a class who are never to know the relation of husband and wife, such a thought never enters the head of a girl or boy belonging to the poorer classes of Paris. Sometimes they succeed in drawing themselves out of their unnatural state of exist ence. and aspire to higher things but the great mass of them have fur gen erations found that the chief aims of life was bread and wine. Thev have the natural passions of ordinary men and women, hence the grisette. They are not taught, even by their spiritual counsellors, that there is any sin in the life they lead, and are as punctual in their church attendance as any class in Paris. Nor are they regard ed as degraded unless they fall still lower and become professional courte sans. They are considered as fulfill ing their destiny and love, are beloved as other mortals. Sometimes these ties are permanent, but in the mass of cases they are merely for a time, and when broken anew one is formed. Thus they pass through life, and their children of whom they fur nish the State about 18,000 per annum, are sometimes kept and main tained by themselves, buo oftenrer passed over to the orphan asylums, just as most of their mothers were passed over in their early infancy The grisette, it will thus be seen, is a feature of Parisian society, that is re garded as inevitable and being inevi table, those who raise themselves out of its slough are not deemed to have been tainted or tarnished in character. IMJMBER 37 Those who pass through life as griset tes, are not regarded as ‘fallen angels/ but as women who are fulfilling their sad and unfortunate destiny, and whose chances for heaven are equally as good as those whose lots are cast in pleasanter ways. So long as youth lasts they live a merry life. They are the unfortunate victims of kings craft, which requires standing armies, and draws the youth of the country away from the ordinary pursuits of life and happiness. —Baltimore Amer ican. A Lesson for Grant & Ce. r l he suspension of the Cookes, who were highly favored by the Govern ment and financial pets of the admin istration, and who had made many millions in the course of a few years through the favor of the Treasury De partment, ouglit to be a lesson to the Government. Instead of squadering money on speculative agents, who have little power or credit except that which their connection with the Treasury gives them, the Govern ment should manage its own financial tranactions. Among other evils re sulting irom tne war is that of en riching a few favorites at the expense cf the Treasury and the people. We see the consequence of thus creating millionare parvenus by the Govern ment. There is no reason to appre hend any serious effect from the Cooke suspension, or from the few other suspensions or failures that may arise in consequence of that, to the business or interests of the country generally. The excitement probably will soon subside, leaving only a few wrecks of speculators and stock jobbing firms. Jt is the talk and sen sation of a day or so. The current of trade will flow on smoothly, and our merchants, traders and great produc ing* population may smile at the frenzy of the hour in Wall street. The country is too prosperous and wealthy to be seriously disturbed by the col lapse of a few speculators or epheme ral banking institutions. HUMOROUS. A Cincinnatti man on*his dying bed remembered that his wife was smok ing some hams, and he said: ‘Now, Henrietta, don't go snuffing and forget them hanis.‘ It is told of a young gentleman whom a maiden liked, but her father didn't, that at a reasonable hour the old gentleman mildly intimated that the time for retiring had arrived. ‘I think you are correct, my dear sir/ answered nineteenth century modestly we have been waiting for over an houHor you to put yourself in your little bed.’ The father retired thought fully. A Texas woman whose husband is a preacher, prides herself upon hia Aoice. The oilier day a traveler stopped at the parsonage, and observ ing the prodecure of church service in the church opposite, inquired who was officiating. ‘lt’s my husband, sir,’ assuming the perpendicular, and bringing her fist down with a ringing blow on the table, 'and just listen to that whoop.’ The subject of impression at first sight was being talked over in a family circle, when the mother of the family said: ‘I always form an idea of a person on first sight, and gener ally find it correct.’ ‘Mamma’ said hoi youthful son. ‘JFell, my dear, what is it?' ,1 want to know what your opinion of me was when you first saw me.’ i lie lady who tapped her husband gently with a fan at the party the other night, and said: ‘Love its grow ing late, I think we had better go home,’ is the same one who after getting home shook the rolling pin under his nose and said : ‘You infer nal old scoundrel you, if you ever look at that mean, nasty, calico-faced, mackerel-eyed tiling that you looked at to-night, I'll bust your head wide open.' The following is a copy of a notice displayed in a field in South London : "Ladies and gentlemen are requested not to steal turnips. Other persons, if detected will be prosecuted.”