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VOLUME VI. fiH n o ao unardianship... 4 50 Dismission from Administration 5 00 do do Guardianship 500 heave to sell Land 4 50 Application for Homestead 2 00 Notice to Debtors and Creditors 4 00 Kales of Land, etc., per square 4 00 do Perishable property, 10 days... 175 Foreclosure of Mortgage, each time 1 00 Ertmy Notice, 30 days . 350 Divorces, mu to perfect service ' 8 00 Published ever)' Thursday morning at East man, Georgia, where all communications ihould he addressed. mmwmßm -i .vibwwhs Bl,r * 1 ■■■■’mi CRange f Schedule n the 31, & It. It, St. Eastman, Ga., March 1, 1878. * Niorrr down express passenger and mate. Leave Macon 7:30 pm Arrive at Eastman 10:51 pm Arrive at Jesup 3:55 am Arrive til Brunswick 6:45 a m nioht up expbehs passenger and maid. heave Brunswick 7:00 p m Arrive at Jesup 9:50 p m Arrive at Eastman 3:02 a m Arrive at Macon 6:35 a m down day freight and ACCOMMODATION, heave Macon (Sundays excepted).. 7:30 aAt Arrive at Eastman 11:57 pm Airive at Jesup 6:31 p m UP DAY FREIGHT AND ACCOMMODATION. [jeave Jesup ( Sundays excepted) 6:00 a m Arrive at Eastman 12:43 p m Arrive at Macon 5:10 pm Time of Holding Court in Oco nee Circuit. TWIGGS COUNTY. First Mondays in March and September. DOOLY COUNTY. Seooiu- Moud iys in March and September, ith terms of two weeks. WILCOX COUNTY. Fourth Mondays in March uud September. IRWIN COUNTY. Friday after the fourth Mondays in March rid September. —* tr f* t —— —— MISCELLANY. A CHILD’S WORK. A Short Temperance Sketch. BY EGLANTINE Tin* people of Loda had organized a temperance society, and the work was being carried bravely on. Every even ing the great hall was filled, and many signed the pledge. Still there, as ev erywhere, were many who sorely needed the pledge, whom their efforts failed to reach. One evening they were addressed by a very eloquent speaker, who set forth the terrible evils of intemperance, and the duty of making every .effort to save the people from "\t f in a way which struck home to many hearts. Inttle Nannie Wallis walked home with her parents in a very thoughtful mood, and all the next day she could not shake off the disturbing thoughts which seemed to follow everywhere she went. When the hour for meeting came, ber father and mother were detained by but Nannie bogged to and so was charged to call for an older schoolmate for company. Ah,he tripped down the street to ward the home ot her she thought more and more about the lec turer’s words, a id a strong desire to <l° something for the good cause sprung up in her heart. Glancing across the street just then, she saw, walking slowly along, with bent head and sunfiling step, poor old Mr. Stifiman, a confirmed drunkard W'ho lived in a w retched old house in a narrow by-street and whose daughter Susie, a shrinking, sensitive cliild was a schoolmate of often befriended her from the rude taunts of souio of their thoughtless school mates. Now a voice seemed to whisper in the little girl’s ear: ‘There is your chance. Ask that man to go to the meeting to-night—that will be one step/ But Nannie recoiled from that al most in terror. She had never spo. ken to the man in her life, and many a time she had crossed the street to avoid meeting him. Once she had been to bis house on an eTund. It was poor and wretched enough compared with Nannie's own home, but Mrs. Stillman, though an invalid who spent days and nights of weary suffering, managed, with the help of her little girls, to keep it neat and clean. Besides this, when able to lie propped up in bed she helped to eke out a scanty living, and keep thejwolf from the deor, by doing odd jobs’of sewing for kindly neighbors. A frail, delicate woman, who bore her trials patiently and uncomplain ingly, shielding- Iho children from their father. There is but one thing to he said of lives like.hers—the martyrs were not all burned at the stake in olden times. Just as Nannie rose to go the father came in and the children shrank out of his way, and he frowned and spoke to them so gruffly that when Nannie reached home she threw herself into her father s arms, exclaiming with a burst of happy tears, “Oh, Pm so glad you are my papa, and I'm not Susie’s sister, Since then she had avoided the diunkurd more than ever, and now, to night, it seemed as though she could not go near him. So she reasoned with the voice saying, sharply, 'What should I cure about it ? lie is nobody to me, and my papa don't drink, nor—' ‘but Susie's pupa does/ broke in the voice, and think how happy she might be if In didn't.’ Nannie stood still a minute, her lit tle hands tightly clenched, her heart beating very fast. Then she suddenly cried, ‘I will do it/ arid run .across the street quickly, lest courage should fail again. U was a very voice which gasped out, ‘Please, Mr. Stillman— ’ The old man wheeled around and stared at her in amaz- m mt. It was years since he had been addressed so respectfully, for by men and boys he was dubbed ‘Old Stillman' (though hardly yet past mid dle age, and few women or children ever crossed the path of the gruff old drunkard. It Nannie trembled at his look, she was little reassured by his cross tone, as he finally asked ‘Well, what will ye have?-' ‘Please/ she faltered, ‘won't you come lo the temperance meeting to night ?' ‘Temperance meeting 1 No! What should I go there for ?' he answered sharply, and then strode on, leaving Nannie with tears of fright and disap pointment in her eyes. But her words and pleading voice billowed him, and seemed to impel him on, till finally lie found himself at the door of the hall. The sound of music came float ng out —earnest, hearty voices singing a song of invitation —and, at last he edged in at the door, and slipped into a back seat unnoticed. There, Nannie, one of a half dozen little girls in white dresses and blue ribbons, who, with handfuls of pledges and badges, were flitting through the hall, suddenly espied him, and gave a little pleased cry, ‘Oh, you did come ! Wont you sign the pledge V ‘No !’ he answered, with so black a frown that Nannie went quickly on ; adding to himself, ‘I was a fool to come here !’ The next evening Nannie could not feel satisfied in spite of her rebuff, and finally .concluded to go and call for Susie. Mr. Stillman was at home, but sat in silence while Susie made ready to go, notdaringto speak. Nannie was passing out at ‘he door, but suddenly sprung back and laid One little hand on bis shoulder. ‘Won't you go with us !’ she ask ed. He shook her off, but after they left he sadly picked up his hat and follow ed them Their quiet pleasant chatting soft ened Ids heart, and when Nannie turn ed and saw him looking almost pleas ant, her fear suddenly vanished, and she waited and slipped a s >ft little hand into his as he camh up. The man started., and tlen grasped it a'most fiercely. 'Susie stood by, and km eyes filled with tears. Her lather saw, and with a big lump rising in his throat said hoarsely, 'Here, Snsi</ holding out his other hand to her. It was the first sympathetic chord ever touched between father aud child, and not an other word was spokt n. When Nannie went tip that night to receive her packigeof pledges her heart beat high with hope but as sin l passed down the long aisle and caught a glimpse of Mr. Stillman's face, it sank like lead. II \v could she know the fierce strug gle going on in the man's heart, or that the tearful, pleading glance she cast upon him as she passed—not daring to offer a pledge—did more to win tile battle than any words could have done. A dozen temperance lecturers might have talked and argued with him and he would have defied them all. But that look of sad entreaty calmed the fierce rebellion, and an instant later a clear, strong voice said ‘Here, pass the pledges this way, child,’ and with EASTMAN, GEORGIA, THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 21, 1878. a firm, bold hand, down went the name “John Stillman.” ‘Oli I am so glad/ cried Nannie, and she hugged the big brown hand in her joy. Of course there were many to sneer and R<y, 'Oh he won't keep it; h<-'il le in the gutter again in a week"— But the spark of manhood in John Stillman’s soul—almost exuired— sprung* up and kindled to a flame.— He planted his feet sturdily against the strong temptations, and there were those who, remembering the man as he was bef >re intemperance claimed him as a victim, were ready to give him employment, and lend him a helping hand, Comforts found their way to the home which bad so long been cheerless; the poor heart broken v wi began to hope again, and with returning hop*- and comforts, came also much of her lost health, while the father learned to find again his children a greater joy than was ever hidden in tha fiery wine cup. Six months later there was a grand union meeting of temperance societies, and many eloquent speakers occupied the stand. Finally there was a call made for these among the audience who chose to relate their exp rience, and John Still man cl id once more in respect.?ble clothes, with his honest face full of hap py earnestness, arose and told ‘.lie sto ry of his reformation; how ne had strug gled and fought every step of the way, but the hand o a little child had led him back to life and happiness once more.,. More than once his voice faltered and broke, and wiien lie closed, with a stirring appeal to his old fellow drinkers, and scores crowded up to the platform to sign the pledge, reached by tiis eloquence as no fine speaker's word's could reach them, because he bad been one of themselves, there was scarcely a dry eye in the whole crowd. Amid her sobs of joy little Nannie whispered : Oh, mama, I never thought 'all this would happen when when 1 first asked Mr. Stillman to come to the meet ing/ ‘No, my dear/ answered her mother, “and this ought to teach us two les sons ; first, as we cannot know the in fluence we may be exerting over some fellow-mortal every day and every hour of our lives, we should be careful to make every act of ours such that its influence will be for good ; and second, it teaches us how much good even a little child may no, if it works in a right spirit Bad Wages. ‘I have left my place, mother,’ said a poor boy when he returned from his work. ‘Why have you left?’ said the moth er. 'Was your master unkind to you?' ‘No mother, he was kind enough,' said the boy. ‘Didn't you like the work?' asked the mother. ‘lt was the wages I didn't 1 ike 1 said the boy, solemnly; ‘my master wanted me to sin,and the wages of sin is death.' Ilis master had expected him to lie about the goods and dec ‘ive and cheat the -cuStumer*?; but the boy said, 'No sir; I can't do such things; I will leave your service first.’ • And he did leave if, and he was light, too. Such boys will make moth ers’ hearts glad, and will find that the Lord takes care of tnose who trust in Him 9 and wili not work for Satan, nor earn the wages of sin. Such trials do the faithful good. Ii may seem bard to suffer because we will not sin, but the rough sea m ikes the sailor, the hot furnace makes the gold the gold, the strongest faith comes from the hardest trials and they who suffer for Christ’s and conscience's sake shall be blessed here and crown ed with joy hereafter. He Found Out. ‘Have you ever been ii prison?' ask ed a lawyer of a witness, .whom he was disposed to badger and bully 7 as the profession are apt to do. ‘Ycr, sir.' ‘When?’ ‘ln 1863.’ 'Where?’ 'Anderson ville.' There was a momentary pause for breathy and then a round of applause that shook the court room. That law yer felt, all the rest of the dav as if an inch and-a-balf hose attached to a street hydrant, was playing to the tune of the ‘Hogue's March' up and down his spinal column. History of a Head Letter. Some time in IST" a soldier station ed with the cavalry in Texas died very suddenly, and was buried with milita ry honors by his comrades, and the spot carefully marked. On his per son was a discharge which he had re ceived the day before for physical in ability, and a letter from his mother in England, and one evid ntly from his sweetheart, but signed only by her first name. These were carefully preserved by tire lieutenant of the com pany and forwarded, by a letter of sympathy, to the b reaved mother in England. In due course of time the letter was returned to the United States Dead Letter Office as undeliverabie the mother not being at her former ad dress. It was then opened, and after an examination, returned in its open condition, with the suggestion that the contents would enable the English post officials to discover the person it was intended to reach ; but in due time it came back the second time as unde liveruble. The letter was then turned over to one of the lady clerks in the Dead better Office, who, on reading the con tents, with a woman's instinct, divined that the ‘‘Ollie" spoken of in the letter and the Miss L , spoken of in the mother's letter was identical. What is technically termed a ‘letter of dis covery’ was addressed to the supposi tious lady at the address in Scotland post-marked on her letter. The letter on reaching that office was forwarded to London, whither the young lady had gone, and the Dead Letter Office at Washington lias just received a re ply from her, with thanks for the dili gence disniayed in endeavoring to se cure the delivery of the letter, stating that it was trie first they heard of the soldier's death, and g vitig the present address of the mother of the soldier, to win in the original package has been forwarded making its fifth trip across the Atlantic. To-Day and To-Morrow. Morrow is a town of some import a nee about forty miles from Cincinna ti. Anew brakeman on the road, who did not know the names of the stations wits approached by a stranger the other day : Stranger—Does this train go to Morow to-day ?' ‘No ' said the brakeman, thinking the stranger was making game of him: ‘lt goes to-day yesterday, the week after.’ ‘You don't understand,’ persisted the stranger, ‘I want to go to Mor row.’ Brakeman—‘Why don't you wait till to-morrow, then, and not come bothering around to-day ? You can go to-morrow or any other day you please.’ Stranger—‘Won't you answer me A civil question civilly ?' Will this train go today to Morrow ?' Brakeman—*Not exactly; it will go to-day and come b ick to-morrow.' As the gentleman who wanted to go to Morrow was about to give up in disgust, another employee, who knew the station alluded to came along and gave the desired information. Queer Shop Signs. One could collect a very quaint and curious ‘shingle miscellany’ in a very short time off the sign boards of New York, taken at hap-hazard in the more retired streets. The following is a specimen list of good, bad, and indif ferent: ‘Sick dogs medically attended by the week or month,' ‘Birds to board.' ‘Dogs ears and tails cut in the latest fashion/ ‘Cigar stumps b night at the highest market price.' ‘Cross dogs taught to be gentle and well behaved.' 'Young come in and learn the name and calling of your future bus-, bands/ ‘Sore eyes in poodles effectn-. ally cured/ ‘Ladies deficient in ward robe fashionably dressed very cheap by tiie month or year/ ‘Babies or children hired or exchanged/ ‘First e ! ass funerals thoroughly equipped.’ 'False noses as good as new # and war ranted to fit/ ‘Marriage certificates furnished at once.’ ‘Black eyes painted over neatly/ And ‘Trustworthy in' formation given as to lucky lottery tickets.' , He was a countryman, and as he walked along the busy thoroughfare and read a sign over the door of a man'll ac’uring establishment, “Ba-t Iron Sinks," it made him mad. He said any fool knew that. Popular Songs. A corresp indent of the Chicigo Tri bune says that th ise p >pular songs which people of good sense call “trash” pay the best He thus tolls the histo ry of one o! these, ‘Put me in my lit tie hi and ; The author, Dexter S nith, had writ ten a number of clever verses which he carried to his publisher. That gentleman, alter glancing tin in over, bonded them hack, with the following criticism : ‘These are very good, Mr. Smith— too good, in fact. Yes, they are too good fur me. Use them in the Atlan tic, or some other place. What I want just now is something after this pat tern/ And he read to the astonished writer some selections front several of the popular b tllads. Smith was complete ly disgusted. ‘lt surely can't be possible that the public want such miserable stuff as this/ lie said. ‘lt is not only possible but quite true. . ‘Then I don’t wonder that mine is too good for use. Good-day/ said Mr* Smith, And the young composer half-angri ly strode out of the office, reflecting on the degeneracy of the public mind.— He was going alone one of the narrow Boston streets,absorbed in his thought s when he heard a dirty little urchin yell to his mother, ‘Sa'ay, ma'in ! put me in my little bed !' There was his subject! And going home, filled with this determination to write the most unutterable mess of dreariness he could think of he com posed the song which has since made him famous. His little joke was well received, and its reputation spread until the sales reached an enormous figure. In this connection let me give you the number of copies sold of a few of the best known publications of this kind : ‘Put me in mv little bed/ by Dexter Smith, 250,000; ‘Come birdie, come/ same author, 100,000; ‘Mollie darling, by Will S Hays, 40,000; ‘Sil ver threads among the gold/ by P inks 75,000; ‘Come home father, 50,000; ‘Evangeline,’ 25,000; ‘Tramp, tramp, tramp/ 100,000; ‘Norah O'Neill,’ 100,- 000; ‘Sweet Genevive' f 20,000. How Raisins arc Prepared. A strip of l:m<l bordering the Medi terranean somewhat less than one hundred miles in length and in width not exceeding five or six, is the raisin procfTicing territory of Spain. Beyond these boundaries the Muscated-grape, from which the raisin is principally produced, may grow and thrive abun dantly, but the fruit must go to the wine market or wine press. When the grapes begin to ripen in August, the tanner carefully inspects the fruit as it lies on the dry, warm soil, and one by one clips the clusters as they reach per fection. Jn almost all vineyards slants of masonry are prepared, look ing like unglafccd hot beds, and cov ered with fine pebbles, on which the fruit is exposed to dry. But the small pr iprietor prefers riot to carry his fruit so far. It is better, he thinks, to de posit them nearer at hand, where there is less danger of bruising, and where and vv.esps are in Pss danger of finding them. Day by day the cut branches are examined and turned, til they are sufficiently cured to be borne to the house, and there deposited in the empty wine press, till enough have been collected for the trimmers an 1 packers to begin their work. At this stage piles of rough diied raisins are brought forth from the wine press and heaped on bonds. Ono by one the bunches are carefully inspected— those ot the first quality being trimm u of all irregularities and imperfect ber ries and deposited in piles to them selves ; so m turn are treated those of the second quality, while tin* clippings and inferior fruit are received into bas kets at the feet of the trimmers and reserved for home consumption. A quantity of small wooden trays are now j brought, and the rai-ius laid in tin m. I After being subjected to a heavy piv„ snre they are then dropped in boxes. A Georgia farmer bought a grand piano tor his daughter. Ills house is small, andj to economize room the low er part of the partiti n between the kit ht*n and parlor was cut out, and the long end of the piano stuck through Priscilla now sits at the kev-b -aid singing 4 A ho will care for mother now? 7 and the motuer rolls out doughnuts on the other end of the piano in the kitchen. A Dream Verified. There are many well authenticated cases in ancient and modern times of dreams being realized can not be de nied by any reasonable person. The connection between the dream and the verification of it is, however, a mysi tery which is unsolved, and it is likely to remain so. A story comes through the newspapers from Australia which has the additional advantage of being vouched for by private letters received by the same mail. The son of a tlcmun emigrant in Queensland was appointed to a clerkship „in a bank at Brisbane. It was a part of his duty to collect money in outlying places, and deposit it at the head office at Brisbane. On one of these occasions he received a considerable amount in gold and checks. These he placed, as usual, in the iron sate, in the presence of two or three of his fellow clerks. Having to meet some members of his family in the town, he then left the bank to join them, and did not return until the following morning. On again opening the safe, made the discovery that the whole of the gold had been stolen. No suspicion was attached to him, and the matter was placed in the hands of the police. Tne young* man’s friends were, however, much distressed at the circumstance, and some months afterwards he dreamed that the stolen money was buried in the Botanical Gardens at Brisbane. He thought ho saw the exact, place, which he nized from having frequently visited the gardens. The reality of the im pression produced by the dream had such an effect on him that he was per suaded of the necessity of communica tion with the*bank. He delayed doing so for several days; but finding'the mental pressure becoming intolerable, he made the journey to Brisbane, and was there informed lhat four days be fore liis arrival one of the other clerks had confessed to the robbery, and that nir.e hundred sovereigns, out of one thousand three hundred, that had been stolen, were found buried in the 80-* tanical Gardens at t'ae precise spot in dicated in the dream. I)avitl Navarro, the Fat Hoy. i he Rochester Union thus describes this overgrown American youth: lie was born in Rochelle, Illinois, seven teen years ago At the time of Ids birth lie weighed but eight pounds* and continued to boa small child until he was six years old, when all of a sudden he began to grow, and at seven lie weighed eighty pounds. On his eighth birthday he weighed one hun dred and twelve pounds, and continued gradually to increase, till on Ins elev enth birthday he weighed two hundred and twelve pounds. The next he in creased in weight to the tune of two hundred and fifty-five p (inn's, and be ing weighed when twelve years old, he was found to kick the beam at three hundred and twenty-five pounds. In bis thirteenth year lie suffered se verely from typhoid fever, which re duced him somewhat in fl<*sh; but on rcc >vering from this disease he soon regained what be had lost, and made np time at i\ rapid rate, and on bis last and seventeenth birthday he weighed six hundred aud thirty-five pounds. This was last winter, and if is probable, judging from past, expe rience, that his avordupois has increas ed slightly since then. Ilis health n perfectly good as a general thing, and Ids flesh, instead of being flabby, is quite solid to the touch, his arm,which measures twenty four inches round the biceps, being liko a bar of iron. His apparently sole complaint is that the doors of the houses are too small for him. A contribution adapted to home rather than foreign missions: A he* crawled into a Methodist church in Jefferson City, Mo., some time ago, and laid an egg in the con tribution box. While the minister was making* an earnest appeal to his congregation for foreign missions, the hen suddenly left her nest, and, pre senting liersi If in the chancel, cackled most energetically. Tiie deacons dis covered the egg when they wont for ward to get the boxes. Xine women of Burlington handed themselves together la-t month, by a solemn vow, never to speak of other women at ail if they C oukl not speak well of them. An 1 their tongues have grown so rusty lr m and sust that they iiave to lubricate them with inacuiny o:i before th .-y can swallow. Who nev< r saw a cord of wood? The average tramp. The small boy is the reason that an apple never lives to a ripe old age. On the farm hens cackle early and cackle late. Yet some people will hold that animals do not reason. ‘Oh, why should the spirit of mortal be proud?’ is often asked. Well, really we don’t know, ur.less it is because ho can climb a tree and a mule can't. Those Kentucky editors are good fellows. One of them published an edi torial, another stole it, and the first one republished it and gave the second credit for it. The Saratogian tells of a Unitarian clergyman at the recent conference who saw the placard, ‘Leave your dog outside/ and tri<*d to purchase a dog in order to comply with the regular tions. A Minneapolis cat lias achieved a kitten with five heads_, and we can imagine how sweet it will; be when that cat attains its majority, to have it sit on the back fence and commune with itself. A Frenchman thinks tlMi English language very tough. ‘Dare is look out,’ he says, ‘which is to put out your head and see; and look out, which is to haul in your head and not for to see —just contrarie/ The art of printing will never be complete till Prof. Edison, or some ono else, invents a means of conveying to readers' cars the shrill whistle that es capes the young husband's lips when lie learns that his wife has twins. One of the great needs of this coun try is a vest pocket deep enough to take in the whole length of the extra cigar, soman can look his fellow square in the eye and say, ‘No, I am sorry, but this is the and I have already h id it in my mouth.’ The Turners Falls Reporter says: ‘lt is human to doubt. Display a sign with the inscription ‘Beware of Paint,’ and nine out of ten will draw their forefingers across the ncjvly painted surface to see if t he sign is not merely an invention of the enemy.’ The forest leaves arc turning, and the chestnut worms are squirming, as the peanut man stands churning them upon a fiery bed; and books will soon be laden, by every city maiden, with leaves which nature made on purp _>se to be red. Jeretny Taylor was the philosopher who went ofl all by himself and forged out the wise remark, that ‘m image is the nursery of heaven/ Wo have seen some nurseries, following mar riage, that did not exactly fill the bill of our imagination as to what heavett ought to \y\ No w ; my boy/said the examiner, ‘if I had a mince pie and should give two-twelfths to Harry, two-twelfths to John, two-twelfths to Isaac, and should take half the pie myself, what would there be left? Speak out loud so that all can hear/ ‘The plate ’ shouted the boy. ♦♦ A man who will whisper to his wife, and chuck his children under the chin during the finest voluntary on a church orgarij will cast his eye* np to the ceiling and keep'them in blissful static enjoyment of the melody of the simplest air while the collection bas ket passes him ly. In the sweet, balmy, delicious hap piness of love’s first young dream, a you h will not only insist on cracking wal mts for his girl, but in picking out the goodies as well. Two veais after marriage ho will not even let her lmvo tnc* nut-cracker until lie is through, get married. A ce.ebiated barrister, retired from practice, was one day asked his sin cere opinion of the law. ‘Why, the tact is/ rejoined he j f it any man were to claim the coat upon my back, and Uneaten my refusal with a lawsuit, he should certainly have it, lest, in de lending my coat, I should lose my* waistcoat also/ NO. 47.