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FAMILIES desiring his services at their homes, in llurke, or adjoining counties, car. address him at this place. dec23-ly R. (). LOVKTT. AT 2OIt NE Y AT L A IF, WAYNESBORO', GA. W 11 practice in the Superior Gout of tie Augusta, Middle, and Eastern Circuits. — Special attention given to Justice Court practice. tehlo-ly A. M. RODGERS, # A [TORSEY A T LAW WAYNESBORO, GA. OFFICE AT THE COURT IIOU'E. PKR U V BKR RI KN, attorneys at law , WAYNESBORO, GEORGIA. Ofice in Court Rouse basement—northeast room joim n. asiito* | homkk c gusson. ASHTON & GLISSON, ATTORNEYS AT LAW, W A YN ESBORU’ G EORG l A. Will practice in the Superior Courts cf the Augusta, Eastern, and Middle Circuits, the Supreme Court of the State, and in the District and Circuit Courts of the United States, at Savannah. Claims collected and eus enforced. novlfi-ly MAT. B PKRKINS, PROr. OF SCIENCE AMI LITERATURE OF MUSIC WILL TKACH Cl-ASS-SIXOI NO, CONDUCT MUSICAL SOCIETIES, AND Irjniie and Drill Choirs, with special reference to th wants of the Church. Address, MAT B. PERKINS. jy‘22* Lawtouvilte, Burke co., Ga. JETHRO THOMAS, DEALER IN FAMILY GROCERIES, Dry Goods and Clothing (Opposite Planters' Hotel), WAYNESBORO, GA. W. A. WILKINS, DEALER IN DRY GOODS, GROCERIES, DRUGS AND MEDICINES, TOILET ARTICLES, ETC., ETC WAYNESBORO \ GA. ■ 11. H. BARR DEALER IN GROCERIES, LIQUORS, DItY GOODS, CLOTHING, ETC., ETC., WAYNESBORO, GA. $5 TO 6*20 Per Day! Agents Wanted All classes of working people of either sex, young or old, make more money at work for us in their spare moments, or all the time, than at any anything else. Particulars free. Address G. STINSON & CO., Portland, Maino. NOTICE 2 r pilE MAGISTRATE S COURT IN AND 1 for the 60th and 62d G. M., Districts, will hereafter beheld at Waynesboro’on the Second Wednesday in every month. B. F. DUKE, J. P. February sth, 1873 —8-tf NOTICE 2 A FINE LOT OF BROKEN A HORSES AND MULES, always on hand, and for sale cheap oy GODBEE &, ELLISTON, febl-2m At tho Waynesboro Stable. SUBSCRIBE TO TH K R XPOSIT O R. Hit #& p sit ii t* BY FROST, LAWSON. CORKER <fe Q-I? AY. VOL. 111. t WASHING ON SUNDAY. HOW THE DEACON’S WIFE INTRO DUCED THE DEACON. Deecon Flint had decided to move; had decided to commence moving at precisely 5 o’clock Monday morning; July 18; and so on that identical Mon day morning you might, bad you been an early riser, have scon that deacon divested of his coat and his Sunday dignity, shaking the best room carpet in the back yard. There is no need of saying what he did next, or wha‘. Mrs. Flint was doing then. They went through the tearing up- process very much as other people do; and not being endowed with an over-abundance of this world’s goods, the last load of furniture, consisting of the deacon’s wife and baby, and the best room looking glass, was on its way to the depot at 5 o’clock, p. m. “Blessed be nothing!” exclaimed the tired little woman, as the deacon help ed her out of the wagon. “If we had been Squire Ransom’s folks, Samuel, we shouldn’t have been more than a quarter through now, would we? My ! how my poor bones would have ached through this time to-morrow night. I’m glad the Loud knows what’s best for me,” she added, taking the baby from the deacon, and looking around. It was but a few hours’ ride to C., and just in the coolest dusk of the July twilight they walked up the street to their new home, very tired, and thankful they were not Squire Ran som’s folks, but just themselves, if they did have to work late that eight put ting up the kitchen stove and uppack ing dishes and bedding. Tuesday was a day of many troubles. The babies were tired and fretful; day light revealed a coating of dirt on the doors and windows, the depth of which they knew not before; and the heat was iutense. But the deacon possessing uutiring energy, and his little wife the sunniest of tempers, they succeded so well that by Thursday night, as be came into the kitchen with an armful of wood where his wife was washing dishes, she commenced singing : ‘ The Deacon thinks his work is a’most done, Cut I feel as if miueliadjust begun." “Did you hear that, Samuel ?” she said, laughing and turning round to look at him. It was prayer meeting night, and the deacon wont to prayer-meeting for the first time in C., took an active part, and after meeting waited to shake hands with the minister and some of the brethren, answer their inquiries and present his letters. He had the satisfaction of feeling, on his way home, that he had made a good impression ; it pleased him; it would have pleased us; and he told his little wife that night, iu his grave way, that he “hoped, coining as he did in the midst of a strange people, there might never be an occasion of remark against him while ho remainod amongst them.” “I’m sure I hope not, Samuel,” she said, looking up innocently in his face, and adding, as she nestled up her little brown head on his shoulders, “I don’t feel muoh alarmed about it.” Tho next day (Friday) the deacon weut back to the old home, having some business settlements to make there. “Can’t tell exactly when I shall be back; probably not till Monday noon ; guess there’s enough wood split to last till then, Good by,” he said, and was gone. The wee woniau went baok singing to her half-washed dinner dishes, and with one foot ou the cradle-rocker, she scoured tho knives, while she told the story of “Jack and Jill.” Wheu the last kettle was washed, the kettle, stove and table brushed and scoured to the usual shade of black and white, the baby asleep in her uost of a cradle— bless her!—-she washed the pretty faces “BALUB FOPULI BUPBBMA LEX ESTO.” WAYNESBORO’, GA., SATURDAY, APRIL 5, 1873. till they blushed like red peppers, and then settled them in their trundle bed for a nap. Dear little woman! she did look so tired as she came out from the bed room and stopped to bru-h a fly from under the mosquito-net over the baby it would have mado your back ache to look at her. But the cheery heart iu the weary body asserted itself, and she smiled with the thought of all s’ie would do before the deacon came back. I must slick my hair up a little, so if any one should come I would’t spoil the deacon's reputation,” she said to herself, going up to a little glass that hung between the kitchen windows. Just. then a gem of a sunbeam flashed in at the window, and seemed tc tan gle itslf all up in her wavy brown hair. “Oh how pretty,*she said, with a blu-h and a laugh like a child’s, “Guess if somebody had been at home I’d had a kiss then !” and off she flew to her work. How like magic the white curtains went up and the cobwebs came down ; how the best room looking-glass shone after its polishing, and the old daguer reotype of “Samuel in his best days” never shone through so clean a surface as it did that day. So the time flew, bringing the deacon’s return nearer. One morning she awakened early, en tirely free from the wretched headache she had the day before. “I want it all done; the kitchen cleaned up and my dress changed before Samuel cotnes at noon.” Quiet ly dressing so as not to awaken the children, she slipped out into the kitchen, built a fire and com menced operations. How she did work. Every step told of something done, and at half-past teD, despite all her hind rances from baby, who was cross, she was hanging out her elothss, so snowy white they dazzled her eyes as the sun shone oa them. One end of the clothes line ran nearly out to the front fancc, through the sideyard, and the whitest nicest clothes were hung there, of course. “How many people are passing,” she thought to herself, “and how they all stared at me; guess it must be the clothes though, instead of me,” and she terfderly pinned the rear of one of the deacons shirts to the line. Hark ! was that the front gate ? Before she had time to turn around, the deacon’s ener getic strides had brought him close to her; but what was the matter? “Martha—Pendleton—Flint!” he ex claimed, “what in the world are you doing? Come straight into the house!” With a look that defies description, the little body straightened itself up as high as it would go, as she said, “Not until you speak to me different from that, Samuel, aud tell me why,” her lip quivering. • “Didn’t you see the people all going to meeting, aud you hanging out shirts ? Its Sunday morning 1 Such a laugh as rang out then on the Sunday air, I’m sure the people never heard before. “Oh, Samuel,” slfe said, holding her sides, “it’s so funny ! No wonder the people stared at me and my clothes. Oh, oh, oh !” and she sank down ou the grass in a convulsion of laughter. The poor deacon was scandalized. “Martha!” he said, in such a sadly anxious tone she only laughed the more, and it was not till she looked up in his face that she realized how he was touch ed ; then she walked up soberly into the house. The door closed behind them. She went up to him with a littte caress, and said, “Samuel, kiss and forgive me, and I’ll go to work and ravel it out. I truly will,” aud she laughed again with the thought of what she had been guil ty of, till the deacon kissed her, and laughed too, iu spite of himself. Then ho walked to the window and looked out. “You are not going to let them clothes bang out there all day, are you, Martha Flint ?” “Of course I am; you don’t suppose, ! now I’ve got them out, God’s going to TWO DOLLARS A YEAR, IN ADVANCE. > grudge mo his sunshine to dry them with, because its Sunday, do you ? Why, it would be wicked to briug them in before sundown. But see here, Mr. Deacjn, it’s about timo I called you to account, I think. How came you to be travelmg to-day. Gue s there’s a little Sunday breaking on both sides, isn’t there?” Tho deacon turned slowly around and sat down. Then perching herself on his knee, she took his honest brown face in Iter hands, and said, “Bea good boy, and toll me all the truth; remember George Washington, dear.” The dea con smiled, just a trace of trouble in his smile, and taking the hands that held him captive in his own, said, “Well, little woman, I had everything up last night, ready to start for home on the 5 o’clock train. Somehow I must have been uncommon tired, or else it was the heat, leastways I drop ped asleep in the depot, and missed the train. Then I thought I’d take the 9 o’clock train and get home at midnight, so you wouldn’t be lonesome Sunday, but wo broke down, and just got here half an hour ago. Then to think, after walking through town from the cars, and folks a looking at me on their way to church ?” “To think, Samuel,” she broke in, “after that dreadful trial, you should walk in at your front gate and find your wife hanging out clothes in your front yard, and you a deacon of good standing in tho church ! dear, dear, dear ! What yo you suppose the Lord will do to me for thinking it was wash ing day ?” “I don’t think,” she added “he’ll be very hard with me, because yesterday was my Sunday, though I had such a sick headache, it seems I didn’t know much about tho day. I’ll tell you what, Samuel, I’ll stay at home with the babies to-night, and you cau go to meetiug, and then piece out your Sunday to-morrow, won’t that do?” But the deacon couldn’t got over it ; his heart was heavy; and while his wife was busy in the kitchen be put on his hat, and with his hands clasped reve rently behind him (his Sunday way) slowly and solemnly he walked out to the clothes lines. Most of the clothes were dry, for the sun was very hot, and one dv one he dropped the snowy tbiugs into the basket, unconsciously humming to himself, “Have pity, Lord! O Lord, forgive.” Mrs. Flint was washing dishes, and nearly dropped her best glash dish, when the deacon walked in with the clean clothes. “I could not stand it, Martha,” he said iu explanation. “Guess I must sprinkle and iron them, to-day, Samuel—would you?” she said, archly. The deacon merely ejaculated a dis approving “My Dear!” and went into the old room to read his Sunday news paper. By-and-by the people began to come front church. What a suddeu supris ed interest they seemed to have taken in his house premisos; they gazed and stared aud looked back, aud gazed again, but the deacon was an humble i man—it did not flatter him; he read his newspaper and sighed again, and then fell to thinking. A little while after two arms stole softly around his neck, and’a dear voice said, “Forgot all about it, dear, and I’ll- ”a knock at the door interrupted, and she went to open it. She had brushed her brown, wavy hair, and dressed in a cool white mus-! lin dress, with tar between dottings of pink, and looked not a bit like the guilty little washer woman she was.— She opened the door, and Deacon Frost and Elder Cummins introduced them selves and miked in with stately bows. Deacon Flint rose from his open Bible, and more introductions followed; where upon Elder Cummins cleared his throat arid, in a piping voice, said: “You must excuse, Deacon Flint, our coining on such a day, but we ftiought it best that explanation should be made before our people agaiu gather ed for evening service!” “Oh, I know whatyou mean, I guess, Elder Cummins, you want to know why I kept yesterday for Sunday, instead of to-day, don’t you? Well, the fact was, the deacon was away, and I made a miscount of the days somehow, and I was so busy settling, and so yesterday was my Sunday, though I was in bed all day with a siok headace, and so didn’t find out my mistake at all. Then wasn’t it funny? I got up at 5 o’clook this morning and went to washing, thinking it was Monday, and I’d got all through before the deacon came borne ; I decare I’ve laughed so about it that I fairly ache,” and the little feminine offender laughed again, and so contagiously that tbo three laughed with her. “I’ve been so good, though, older, the rest of the day, I’m sure the Lord has forgiven me for it,” and she smiled so sweetly they both were oompletely won. When they rose to go Deacon Frost said to Deacon Flint, “It is our missionary meeting to-night, brother, and a little explanation from you there will set the matter right, I guess.” Up spoke the feminine again. “Oh, yes, Deaoou Frost, Samuel was intend ing to exphin to-night. I only wish I could be there, but I can’t leave the babies.” “If you have no objections, Mrs. Flint,” replied the deacon, “my Susie will come and stay with them, and let you go, she would be so delighted.” “O, thank you—that would bo so nice you are very kind !” and she bowed them out of the door. “Ain’t you glad you married me, Samuel, instead of Abigail Howe?” said the small woman, smiling up at him. No matter what the deacon said aud did. As she was setting the tea-table, that night, she broke iuto another merry laugh.. “What’s the nutter now, dear?” said the deacen. “0, Samuel, I was thinking how you must have looked coming up the street with your Sunday walk, your hands folded solemnly behind you, till you got to the gate and saw me hanging up your shirts in the front yard, then how suddenly you broke into your week-day stride. Ha! ha!” and they laughed together till the tears came. Supper over dishes washed, baby asleep, Susie telling stories, the deacon and his wife started to church. ‘‘Don’t be too humblo, Samuel,” she whispered at the door, “work in a little spice, if you can, and I’ll tread on your oorns when it is time to stop.” The meeting was opened as usual ; then Brother Dean was called upon for a report from India. A little wiery, black-eyed man arose and said : “Brethren, it’s not much use reporting from heathen oo untries when right in our midst deacon’s travel on Sunday, and deacon’s wives wash and bang out clothes before our very eyes as we walk to the house of God ! i call for an explanation.” Deacon Flint tried to rise, bat some body pulled him down, and tbo next minute the whole congregation was electrified by the sound of a •rrett, womanly voioe, saying : “Now, O Lord, ’stablish tby word unto thy servant, so shall I have wherewith to answer him that reproaches me, for I trust in thy word.” Then turning to him she said : “My brother, you shall bavo an expla nation and in a simple, ehild-like way she told the story of her mistake and the deaoon’s wife, then added: “My brother, judge nothing before the time until the Lord come. For we shall stand before the judgment-seat of Christ, and every one shall give an ac count of himself to Go; let us not, RULES FOR LEGAL ASVERTJMHG: Salt* of land, He., by Administrators, Executor*, I nr Guardian* are required hy late to he held on the first Tueeday in the month, heitreen the hourl qf ten in the forenoon and three in the trfl*rnoon, at the court haute in the county in which the property it * limited .\ oh ret of thete talet mutt be given in a public gazette in the county ichcre the land liee, if there be any. Not ic'etjor the eule tf perto a ’ property mutt be given in tike mariner ten day* previous to tale day. N Cites to Debtor* and Creditori of an etlate must he .oublished forty day*. Nolire that ap plication trill be made to the Court of Ordinary for leave to tell land, etc., mut be published once a week for four i reek*. Citatione for Letter* of Adminis tration, Uuardianship, etc., mutt be jmbiished thirty day*. For dismission from Administration and 2x srutorship three, months ~Dnm ttiim from Ouard iant hip,forty days Jluls for Forrclotvre qf Mort gage mutt be published monthly for four months. For establishing loti paper*, for the full space qf three months. For compelling titles from Adminis trators or Executor s, where bond hat been given by deceased, three months. A/plieation for ffoneesteaa must be published twice. Publications will always be continued aecordittg to these requirements unless otherwise ordered BriT One inn, or about eighty words, is a square; fractions counted as full squares. I NO. Ml. therefore, judge one another any more! Your sleep, my brother, will be sweet to-night, if your heart is at peace with Cod, as mine is, for ‘I am persuaded that neither life nor death, nor angels, nor principalities, not powers, nor thing*, present, nor depth, nor any other creature shall bcablo to separate me front the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Loud.” The next morning Rev. Henry Brown and bis wife called very unceremonious ly on the new deaoon. ‘We knew it wouldn’t be washing-day here,” laughed Mrs. Brown, “so we came here early. I could hardly wa't to get here to talk over the funny affair. Henry said af ter you sat down, last night, he felt like iuviting you iuto the pulpit.” “Why, bless me P* said the astonish ed little body, blushing like a girl, “I felt so ashamed of myself after I got under the deacon’s ooat! ’Twas the first time I ever spoke in my life.” “I hope it won’t be the last, Mrs- Flint, if you always speak as much to the purpose as you did last night!” said minister, the coming forward. “Yes,” broke in his wife, “Henry said he’d advocate woman’s speaking in meeting after this.” “It was capital, said Mr. Brown, re crossing the room to where the deacon stood. 'That’s what Joe Doan has needed for a long time, a good reproof, but no one had the courage to give it to him. Yojr little wife has done jost what the whole parish will thank her for.” “Everybody I’ve seen since is just enraptured with you,” said his wife to the laughing heroine, who had been rehearsiog all the funny passage to her. “You have made yourself famous; look out for plenty of calls this week!” “Oh, well,” she said, tossing the baby, “the washing is done, and I shall have plenty of time.” Mrs. Brown laughed and said: “I think I will send you word next Satur day night, that the next day will bo Sun dap, aud you had better not wash till Monday.” “Mrs. Flint,” said the minister, ‘‘l think you arc fully competent to man age your own affairs, without any of niy wife’s interference,” and, so, laugh ing merrily, they started. “Samuel,” said his bonnic wife, as she reached the door, “don’t you think I’ve introduced you pretty well ? Will you ever call me Martha—Pend leton —Flint again when I am hanging up your shirt in the front yard?” Somebody was chased out into the kitohen just then, and laughed so loud it wakened the baby. Courage in Every-day Like. —Have the courage to discharge a debt while you have the money in your pocket.— Have the courage to do without that which you do not need, however much your eyes may covet it. Have the oourage to speak to a friend in a “seedy” coat, even though you are iu company with a richer one and riohly attired. Have the courage to make a will, and a just one. Have the courage to tell a man why you do not lend him your money. Have the courage to show that you respect honesty, in whatever guise it appears, and contempt for dishonest duplicity, by whomsoever exhibited. Have the courage to wear old olothes until you pay for your Jew ones. A True Simile. —We have often looked for a sentence that would clearly explain it. A western, paper kindly supplies the want in this beautiful si mile: “You might as well attempt to ahampoon an elephant with a thimble ful of soap-suds as to attempt to do business and ignore advertising.” Oakes Ames said to an interviewer that Colfax “lied like a dog, sir.” It has not been proved that the canine is an untruthful animal. Why seek to reduce him to the level of Crodit MoV ilicr Congressmen ?