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RATES FOR LEGAL ADVERTISING: Sheryf Salta, per square i 3 00 Mortgage fi fa tales, ptr square ....... 6 W tux Collector'* tales, per square,..... 3 00 <Jitatk>n for tetters Administration and I amrtUanshM. 4 00 Appfcatiotl far letter* dUmistory from Administration and Sacculortkm. ., 6 60 Application for letter* dismissary from Guardianship 6 GO Application for leave to tell land, per tqr 400 Notice to debtor* and creditor* 6 00 land tale*, per tquart i 00 Sale* of perishable property, per square 200 Estrny notices, titty day* 6 00 Notice to perfect terries 7 00 Rule* nisi toforeclose mortgages,ptr tqr 300 Rule* to establish lost {taper*, per square 500 Rule* compelling title* 6 00 Rules to perfect service in divorce case* 10 00 Application for homestead 2 00 Obituary Notice*, per equarc SI.OO Marriage Notice*.,... ~ ..... 100 £tess of JMtfflftisfog • Trantient advertisements, first insertion..# 1.00 Subsequent insertions.!.... ..*.... 75 Announcing Candidates, in advance..... 10.00 No advertisement taken for less than one dollar. Monthly or semi-monthly advertisements insert ed at the same rates as for new advertisements, each insertion. Liberal deductions will be made with those ad vertising by tho quarter or year. All transient advertisements must bo paid for when handed in. Payment for contract advertisements always due alter the first insertion, unless otherwise stip ulated. Srnns of : One copy, in advance, one year #2 00 One copy, in advance, six months 1 00 One copy, in advance, three months 50 A club of six will be allowed an extra copy. groftftfiotml A7G. WHITEHE ADr m7d7 WAYNESBORO, GA., (Office at old stand of BoaonLL k Whitehead. Residence, corner Whitaker and Myrie sts.) Special attention given to Accouchement and Surgery. Thanking the public for pant patronage, solicits a continuance of the same. janl3—ly df:ntistry. GEORGE PATERSON, D. D. S„ OFFICE NEXT TO PLANTERS' HOTEL, WAYNESBORO’, GA. FAMILIES desiring his services st their homes, in Burke, or adjoining counties, can address him at this place. dec2B-ly • NOTICE. Dr. TIIO.MAS RURDELL OFFERS his Professional servioes to the pub lic. Office at the Drug-store of Messrs. Wilkins A Little, during tbe day ; and at night can be tound at his plantation, two miles fiulu the Village. jan!3-tf NOTICE. DR. 11. W. RANKS OFFERS HIS PRO FESSIONAL errices to the citizen* of Waynesboro', and Burke county gene rally, in the practice of Medicine and Den tist! y. Calls left at Tub Expositor ollice will meet with prompt attention, t.025-lv PERRY & BERRIEN, attorneys at law, WAYNESBORO, GEORGIA. Office in Coart House basement —Northeast room A. M. RODGERS, ATTORNEY AT LAW , WAYNESBORO, GA. OFFICE AT THE COUUT HO CSX. JAMB! . ROOK. j JAMBS GARDXBR. HOOK Sc QABDNBR, ATTORNEYS AT LAW, AUGUSTA GEORGIA Will practice in the Augusta Circuit and in the United States District and Circuit Courts fer the State of Georgia. Cases attended to in other counties and in South Carolina by special con tract. janl3-6m MAT. B- PERKINS, PROP. OP SCIK.\CB AND LITERATURE OP MUSIC WILL TEACII CLABS-SINGING, CONDUCT MUSICAL SOCIETIES, AND •rjuin tail Drill Choirs, with special rtfertsw t th tints of the Chareh. Address, MAT B. PERKINS, jy22* Lawtonville, Burke co., Oa. , ■■■nmmaßiMaeaHi EVERY STYLE OF JOB PRINTING! NEATLY, CHEAPLY, AMD EXPEDITIOUSLY EXECUTED AT THIS OFFICE. W. A. WILKINS. DEALER IN DRY GOODS, GROCERIES, DRUGS AND MEDICINES, TOILET ARTICLES, ETC., ETC. WAYNESBORO', OA. JETHRO THOMAS, DEALER IN FAMILY GROCERIES, OryGoods and Clothing (Opposite Planters' Hotel), WAYNESBORO, GA. TO CANVASSERS. Fine Chromo Lithographs. FINE ALBUMS. FURS AND MUFFS. PURE GOLD JEWELRY. For particulars ca!T at our office. ilie Hffisfiit. By James E. Frost. U VOL. 111. | HAVE CHARITY. DT MBS. M. A. KIDDER. "Have charity I" sweet charity, The noblest theme that ever rang, Throughout creation’s vast domains, Or ever angel voices sang ! Not merely charity, that gives A pittance to the wretched poor, But charity that gently throws A mantle o’er the evil doer. That sees in every human breast A latent spark of fire divine, (Though dust of years its light may dim,) Obedient to the Master shine! The charity that Jesds bad, Whose blameless life taught love below, The charity that gives alike To bosom friend or bitter foe. In Heaven’s blest abiding place, Where 'we shall know as we are known,’ We’ll need no earthly charity, For love will bind our hearts alone. THE STUDENTS; OR, A LEAF FROM LIFE’S HISTORY. DT DESELLA. [conclusion.] CHAPTER Y. "Having once formed this resolve my course of action shaped itself out before me. I knew that to carry out my plans successfully I should have to contend with many difficulties; but with the headstrong obstinacy that had become almost second nature, I threw all care for the present behind me, and gave my self up to the perfection of my dream. "lu all my intercourse with Nellie I had studiously avoided exhibiting any thing like my real character. I knew that in her estimation I was the embod iment of truth and honor. Believing this, and trusting me as she did, I felt sure that it would not tequire much persuasion on my part to induce her to leave her friends and place her future iu my hands. ‘‘There is certainly nothing more un selfish than the true love of a trusting woman. Forgetful of self, she has no thought hut for the object of her affec tion; and investing him with the attri butes of a demi god, she rends aside the veil within the temple of her heart, and enshrines his image there to be worshipped as an idol. “When at last I mentioned the sub ject to Nellie I found that I had not half the opposition to contend with that I had expected. The knowledge that the was to be my wife seemed to satisfy ber, and to her it mattered little who I was, or what my prospects. And in less than three months from the time I first met ber I pressed her to my bosom as my wife. Yes, my wife, my very own 1 though the world was for a time to be kept in ignorance that such a person existed. “And now how was I to provide for my darling, and yet keep my secret from my mother ? “I will tell you. In Brownsville I had formed the acquaintance of an old Scotchman—a man that was fit for nothing in the world but to smoke his pipe and hold his hands. I never saw a better personification of laziness in my life. And yet he was one of the best hearted meD in the world. At the time of which I am speaking he lived in a little cottage with his mother, an old lady probably seventy years of age, but witbal one of the busiest, neatest old creatures you could find. To her care I intended to intrust my wife; and I felt confident that when I explained everything she would not refuse to ac cept the charge. “Taking Nellie with mo, I at once started for that place, arriving just about dark. I was fortunate enough to find the old lady alone, and taking her one side I freely confessed every thing, telling her why I did so. At first she appeared rather reluctant, but finally her avarice overcamo every other WAYNESBORO’, GA., SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 16, 1872. consideration, and she agreed to let me have possession of the cottage, fitting it up as I chose; she merely remaining as housekeeper and companion for my wite. "As I have remarked once before, I was never limited in my means, and soon the little cottage had undergone a complete transformation. With all the delight of a school-boy I persisted in surrounding my wife with everything that I thought could contribute to her happiness. Aud for awhile I believe we wore as contented as it is possible, for mortals to be. But the glamour of possession soon wore off, and after a timo I began to long for the excite meut of my former life. And now for the first time I discovered that I bad much of my father’s fickle disposition. As I again joined in the sports of my wild companions my visits to the cot tage became less and less frequent, and sometimes weeks would pass without my seeing or hearing from Nellie. "At last I became so dissipated and reckless that it was impossible to con ceal the fact any longer from my father. Every where reports of my conduct reached him. And having at last awakened to my real danger, ho set himself to work to draw me out of the gulf into which I had plunged. He had always wished me to have some profession, and as I preferred the study of medicine to any other, he placed me under the charge of Dr. Dent. It was about the last thing he did, for a few davs after mv mother was left a widow. •e nr Now I was free to acknowledge my wife, aud to uphold htfr in the face of the world , for my father’s wealth had made me perfectly independent. But, strange as you may think it, 1 had Dot the slightest desire to do so. I still continued to provide for her, but she no longer possessed a fascination for me, and finally I almost ceased to think of her, excepting as a burden that I had blindly taken upon myself. “This was the condition in which things stood when I first became known to you. You remember the conversa tion between myself and Dr. Dent that last memorable day at class? You know in what it resulted ! how we were carried away with the desire for adven ture, and agreed to steal for him the subject he wanted. But you will never know, Arthur—you can never imagine the awful horror of the moment, when in the face of that dead girl I beheld the features of my wife, my forsaken Nellie!” The speaker ceased, and burying his face iu his Lands his strong form shook with the violence of the grief he made no effort to control. After a few mo ments spent in silence he raised his head, and though his lips trembled painfully, continued— “lt was many days before I learned how my wife, whom I supposed safe in Brownsville, came to be a stranger in Memphis, sick unto death, and depend ent, on charity for burial. But the events, as nearly as I could collect them, were as follows : “It seemed that at last, becoming convinced that I was determined to forsake her entirely, and hoping that she could win me back to my old alle giance, she resolved to seek me, believ ing that it would be impossible for me to resist bar entreaties. She came, but the excitement that had thus far upheld her gave way, and she fouud herself sick, without any knowledge of my whereabouts, and not a female friend she could go to. As it was, she was taken care of by some kind Sisters of Mercy, and though they did all that lay in their power, the Destroyer had placed his grasp upon her, and before they had dreamed her life in danger, like a "storm-beaten lily she bowed her head upon her bosom and closed ficr eyes upon this world for ever. “And now, Arthur, you know the whole; can you wonder at the feeling of remorse that at times makes me bate “SALUB POPULI BUPKEMA LBX EBTO.’’ and shun society, and almost dread the presence of my own mother ?” "The story is a very sad one, Harvey, and my heart aches for you; hut oh, if through all you could behold the band of Divine Providence pointing you to your Father’s throne, how gladly would I bow my head in thanksgiving, ac knowledging that only through suffer ing are we made perfect.’* CHAPTER VI. Still tbe shifting hauds of time roll round; and again our willing feet wander into tbe path leading to Harvey Atwood’s home. But to-night the place presents a picture widely at variance with tbe scene that greeted us upon our former visit. Instead of the holy quiet that was wont to brood over the place, the god of revelry sits enthroned ; and in the broad glare of biasing lights we be hold, flitting here and there, a hundred forms arrayed in,all the winning grace of youthful loveliness. At times the busy huip of conversation, mingled with the happy laugh of innooent childhood, is drowned in a triumphant peal of music from within; and at such moments the faces of those present assume an fager, expectant expression, while their eyes riveted upon the open door seem to say, "We watch yet for another’s coming.” This scene is interesting, but there is another awaiting us tar more deserving of our attention. And crowding through this babel of confusion wc ascend a flight of steps, and pausing at a door listen in silence to the girlish prattle coming from within. But even as we listen the doer is thrown open as if in acknowledgment of our presence, and passing through we gaze spellbound at the vision of loveliness before us. The room, fitted up with all the elegance of a lady’s apartment, is occupied by a bevy of richly-dressed beauties; but like a queen in thfe midst of her sub jects Mabel stands proudly alone, ac cepting' as her homage the admiring glances bestowed upou her. Her match less form is robed in pure white silk, whose shining folds fall in rich masses upon the velvet carpet. The bosom, slightly expose by the perfectly fitting corsage, is vailed with a web of soft white lace, that like the froth upon the waves, rises and falls with every breath. The flowiog sleeve, gathered at the shoulder with a spray of peals, reveals a snowy arm whose perfect mould might serve for a sculptor’s model. And the mirror, reflecting back the image, shows upon its polished surface a face of superb loveliness, while amid the folds of raven hair gleam snowy orange blossoms. Standing at a little distance, her face lit up with an expression of almost maternal pride, we behold Mrs. Atwood. To-night the silvery hair is brushed smoothly back from the haughty face and into a massive coil; but, unaccustomed to such close cor finement stray curls are peeping out here and there and twining themselves around the jewelled comb. Her dress of rich black velvet clings around a form of perfect symmetry, and the white hand grasping its heavy folds is soft and dim pled as an infant’s. Gathering up the fleecy veil, she threw it skilfully over the form of the young girl, her deft fingers arranging it about the face in perfeot harmony. Stepping back she viewed the effect critically for a few moments, and then with a sigh of satisfaction exclaimed— ‘Well, we are ready.” Once more the music swelled out loud ly, triumphantly, and the throng noise lessly giving way, made room for the bridal party. In the hushed calm that succeeded the minister advanoed, and in a few beautiful words pronounoed the ceremony that gave to Arthur Leon the peerless Mabel for his bride. Many and heartfelt were the congratulations offered them, and in the excitement that ensued none thought to question the absence of the mastery H a year, in advance. But in his own room, his restless feet keeping time to the hurried throbbing of his heart, we find him, and when wo look into his face, and seo the struggle convulsing every feature, we turn away feeling that to God alono belong the thoughts within his soul. In the long dining room where stood the tables filled with every delicacy that could oharm the eye or pamper the appetite, he agaio joined them ; and in the merry jest that passed his lips, or the smile that lit up the darkness of his face, there remained nothing to toll of the storm that had just swept over him. CHAPTER VII. It was a beautiful day in early spring. The tall trees towering upward towards tho sky, waved their long arms to and fro, causing the bright green leaves to dance and tremble in tho sunshine. The fleet-footed squirrel darted here and there rejoicing in its freedom, or at times becoming alarmed at some unusu al noise, would scamper away up to the topmost bight of some old tree, and hid ing itself in fancied security behiud a bunch of leaves, peep down so knowing ly as if trying to discover the imaginary danger. The birds filled the air with one continual strain of melody, and it seemed as if all nature united with them in giving praise to the Creator. The bright sunshine, flashing every where, kissed lovingly each blado of grass and tiny wild flower, but the full splendor of its rays is concentrated yon der on that obelisk of pure white mar ble, that marked the resting-place of Nellie Atwood. In the shadow of the old oak recline two persons: one our old acquaintance, Harvey, the other his bosom friend, Arthur Leen. The little graveyard is very quiet, but not desert ed for over in that corner are a number of little children rolling idly on the soft grass, while at a little distance the mother kneels beside an infant’s grave, carefully transferring to the fresh earth the flowers in her basket. The scene was suggestive, and after viewing it in silence for some time Ar thur turned to his companion and cx- claimed— “ See, Harvey, God has left her four jewels, and yet because He has taken her fifth, she turns from those that re main, to mourn for the one she has lost. Like that mother of old, the burden of her thoughts is, ‘lt might have been— it might have been ;’ and she wonders why her babe was given, only to be de manded of her.” “Life is a strange history,” answered Harvey. “How short the step between the cradle and the grave; and yet how many heart-aches can be crowded into, the brief existence.” “And how many blessings,” added Arthur, quickly. “ Hava you ever thought that with each drop of bitter ness placed to our lips, is offered also a cup of sweets ?” “Ay,” answered Harvey, “but dose the sweetness of the one rob tho sting from the other ?” “No, nor is it intended that it should. Our Father uever bestows afflictions upon us without a purpose, and if His hand interposes between us and the ob ject of our affections, it is because he sees that we have acoepted the gift and neg lected the G iver.” “Arthur, in the last few mouths 1 have tried very hard, taking you as my guide, to struggle from the darkness into which I have pluugcd, and find rest upon that rock on which you have built your faith; but when I would fainstretoh out my hands unto the light beyond, I grasp naught but the darkness, and, los ing hope, sink further than ever into the gulf of despair.” “Do not trust to tho guidance of feeble man, Harvey; but place your eyes upon Kim who is the Author and Finisher of our being, and your feet will at last be guided into the path of salva tion.” “I will try,” answered tho other ear nestly, “and perhaps may at lasst be deemed worthy of meeting with my lost Nellie. Though forsaken in life, unac knowledged in death, yet she is the gniding star of my existence; and if true repentance can. avail aught, I shall at last clasp her hand in the king dom of the Rpdceiuer,.” “ '■ ■" RULES FOR LEGAL ADVERTISINGr Sales qf land, etc., by Administrators, Ezeeutore, or Guardians are required by late to be held on Use first Tuesday in the month, between the hour§ qf ten in the forenoon and three in the afternoon, at the court-house in the county in which the property is situated. Notices of these sales must be given in a public gazette in the county where the land lies, \f thert be any. Notices for the sale qfpersonal property must be gtven in like manner ten days previous to salt day. Notices la Debtors and Creditors qf an estate mutt be ,mblishedforty dry*. Notice that ay plication will be made to the Court of Ordinary fur leuve to sell land , etc.., musk be published once • week for finer wteks. Citation* for Letter* qf Adfirinis- I ration, Guardianship, eft., must be published thirty days. For dime, ission from Administration and Ex ccutorship, three months—dismission from Guard ianship, forty days. Rule* for Foreclosure qf Mort gage must he published monthly for four month*. For establishing lost papers, for the full space tjf three months. For compelling title* from Adminie tralors or Executors, where bond has been given by deceased, three months. Application for Homestead must be published twice. I Publication* will always he continued according to these requirements unless otherwise ordered ,| wST One inch, or about eighty words, is a square; fractions counted as full squares. iNO. 11 [From the New York Tribune.] Sorrow But Not Bitternetar A lady from the North, equally dis tinguished for her virtus and her genius, visited Richmond immediately after tbe surrender of that city to the Union forces. Her attention was attracted to the hats woven of rico straw during tbe siege, which were worn by tbe ladies in tho streets. She asked a young girl, whose fresh color and bright face show ed a heart at ease, where they could be proeured. The young person, recognis. ing the questioner from her elegant and modish toilette to be from the northon side of Mason and Dixon’s line ans wered insolently, ‘‘What impudenesl 11 "I beg your pardon; I took you for a lady,” was the chilling rejoinder. It wai effective, also, for tho young woman col ored and said: "I beg yours. You can find them at No. street.” Our in formant went to the place indicated and found tho house to be a stately family mansion, evidently once luxurious but now quite dismantled and bare. She was received by an elderly lady whose silvery hair was surmounted by that crown of sorrow, a widow’* cap. It was she who, reduced by adversity, carried on this humble handiwork for sustenance. Her dignity and gentle ness impressed the younger lady, and a conversation ensued, in whieh the widow mentioned that her husband had been killed in battle. “HaveyoQ son* ? “I had three—killed in battle.” The next question was irresistible. “Have you brothers ?” “I had two—killed in battle.” The younger lady rose, with starting tears, and said, “How is ll possible, Madame, that you can receive a Northern woman in your bouse f* The stricken matron came forward, and', placing her thin hands upon the shoul ders of the visitor, said, “My child, there is so much sorrow in my heart, there i* no room for bitterness.” Need the moral be dwelt upon ? The young girl, who tad apparently not suf fered in the least, was full of fry and fury. The widow, who had lost every thing to make life desirable, was free from hate and malice. Is it not a de plorable thing that we have seen during the campaign an entirely analogous state of things? The South, ruined and scarified by war, and ever since the war closed, plundered and stripped by its infamoiis government of thieves and robbers, came to Cincinnati and to Balti more, and, accepting every result of tb war, held out its hand to tba victorious North and asked for nothing but for justice and pease and friendship. Tbf men who have lost everything ask for nothing. The men to whom the war brought nothing but gain and uumerit* ed honors—men like Conkling and Mor tan and Chandler—refuse the proffered hand and continue their malignant work of discord and hate. Tkriublk Sentence. —The Rev Oial; Oialsen, a Norwegian minister, waa ha* headed on the 20th July, at Tromaoe, in the extreme north of Norway. He had been convicted of having poisoned, his aged father, and having poisoned his three illigitimatc children. He was arrested at the instigation of his former mistress, Bertha Hilgren, and in coose* quence of his denials of guilt, subjected to the torture of being deprived of w*i. ter for three days, and onoe for twenty* four hours he was chained to the walji of his dqpgcon in an erect position. The sentence finally pronouncod against him, was, that for twenty hours he should be exposed to the pillory with his hand; nailed to the board of infamy, and that he should then have his right band chopped off, anu his head cut off with, an axe, Upon hearing his doom, the unfortunate man fell on his knees an<L implored the audience to shoot him, in order to put an end to his misery. Nearly twenty thousand people witness ed the execution of the criminal. ♦. England makes $3,500,000 worth of her old rags into paper yearly.