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" HEW TO THE LINE, LET THE CHIPS PALL WHERE THEY MAY."
VOLUME 2. MAYSVILLE, TUESDAY EVENING, DECEMBER 5, 1882. NUMBER 12
FRANK R. PHISTER
Is now In receipt of an elegant assortment of goods embracing
CHESS and CHECKERS,
SILK. SATIN and PLUSH PAPETERIES.
The largest assortment of flne GIFT BOOKS ever shown In Maysvllle.
gO STYLES OF PICTURE FRAMES gQ
In Pearl, Plush, Velvet, Wood, Satin and Combination Goods.
PLUSH ODOR CASES.
In nn almost endless variety, consisting of Embroidered, Hand Painted, Satin faced, and Silk
Frioed Cards of every Suitable deslyn.
flsThese Goods are not to be Seen in my Show Windows.-a
A CALL SOLICITED. POLITE ATTENTION.
FRANK R. PHISTER.
STAPLE AND FANCY
Tens, Tobacco, Cigars, Queenswnre, Wooden-ware,
Glabsware, Notions, Ac, Highest price
paid for Country Produce. Goods delivered to
any part oi the city.
Cor. Fourth and Plum Streets,
apl'Jlyd MA YSVILLE. KY.
Cor. Sixth and Walnut Sts.
O X 3NT O X 3XT 3NT j9l. "J? X , O
Lewih Vawden, Proprietor.
T.jB. Fulton. .E Davis
FULTON & DAVIS,
OHIO VALLEY MILLS
Corn, Shorts and Shipstuff.
FiourJor sale by all grocers in the city.
FFLTON Ik DAVIS,
ul8Uly A. BE OXfrEISI, O.
pAUL . ANIERSON,
iVo. 21 Market SL , nearly opp. Central Hotel,
Office Open at all Hours. MAYSVILLE, KY
WA PRESENT Given to every child at
J. C. FECOR & CO.'S.
MISS MAGGIE RASP,
dally flrcah mllllpery goods oi
EEOETVES ? and most approved' styles.
at priced that can not be equaled. Please call
and examine the stock. n2WAwlra
ft socms to me, little granddaughter, you aro
ery blilh""nnd Ray;
Don't 1 rcmcMib'T? yes, surely, I know it's
torn MihJuriMleiir (luyliko it, whose sweet,
Has crowned with ulory all tiio days from that
dear day to this.
You want mo to tell vou the story? 'Tis a Sim-He
n- but, dear,
Die sight . if that ring on your linger brings it
b.ick o me fresh and clear.
It hup d 1 ng and long ago dear heart,
no v w:ft time flics'
Hut I road the Mime sue.it story In the glad
lig t of your eyes.
T was Jho youngest daughter; three were married,
He to Martha, the daughter o
F iner inn.
ootily Tom a ui I were left, and Tom was
hind and go -d.
Vnd w luvpd ouch other dearly, as brother
and sister should.
John was the son of n noighbor whose mead
ows joined our own ;
The only child of hU parents, and so ho was
And he nul Tom were cronies, and little, bit
lie sp ;nt his leisure hours with us, and that
uis :he way of it.
)h, I toll you ho was handsome, straight, and
stroiu, and tall;
vnd his .-mil was Mrong and upright, and that
was best oi till.
He came so often, that by and by, as you can
The day that did not bring him was a lono
some one to me.
Thanksgiving Day was coming, and, Just as
we'd always done,
We woe making ready for it, for the children,
Were coming homo to spend it Susie and
Kate a id Ross;
Husbands, t o, and the children a dozen,
more or less.
The day had always been to me the gladdest
or ah the days:
Filled full of fun and frolic and thankfulness
But this year all the blessing and bounty of
Seeuie I, as I thought about it, of very little
Sarah, she was my cousin, had been with us
all that year
The child of my father's sister, and all of us
held her dear;
Pretty and sweet as a rosebud John thought
so. I could see,
And took no pains to hide it, and I own it
Troubled me all in secret, for I had my share
This is the kind of grieving, you know, that a
girl must hide.
With her he was gay and jolly, and just spoke
out oif hand;
With me he was shy and silent, and I could
The night before Thanksgiving we were sing-
mir. Sarah had
A voice I always thought must make the very
And Tom a d 1 sang fairly, and John dropped
in. and then
We made such music as on earth I shall not
I thought thijt John and Sarah had never
seemed so ,jpaVt
And I. of courserconstrued it in just the ono
1 tried to say that I was glad, for Cousin Sarah's
But all the time I said it, my heart was like to
But once when John was singing with her ho
k Miked at me
With a look so full of meaning, I wondered
could it be
That he read my sore heart's secret; a hot
blush burned my cheek
At the vorv thought, and I trembled, and did
not dare to speak.
And then ho smiled, and over all his face a
And he lo kod just for ono moment like ono
Then mother called John and Sarah, aud then
and then, mv dear,
He said to me the blessed words I had never
thought to hear.
'Twas just the same dear story that your true
To you last nigh My darling, I am seventy
five years old, '
But lire will end for mo, I know, aye, death It
self m istdio,
E'er I forget the words he said that hour so
long gone by.
Tis strange how just a little word will make
the darkness light.
I think my true Thanksgiving began thatvery
And at the morning eervioe, when all the people
Aye, all the loner, long day, my heart its Jubilate
I know that day my mother looked inmyfaco
And said, in playful fashion: "You are growing
prett , child."
But I know well the secret; 'twas just the inward
Of a groat and sacred happiness that glorified
Before another year came round we two wore
Fur titty long and happy years wo journeyed
hand in hand.
Therein no life-path always smooth, as everybody
But every sorrow had its balm and every
thorn its rose.
For ho was always noble, faithful and fond
I only hope your lover will prove as good to
He thought me all things lovely, and so, lovo
led, I sought
To roach the heights of life whereon he placed
me in his thought.
Our sons were very dutiful, our daughters
sweet and fair,
A prettier girl than your mother there was
Prettier even than you are, and you are fair
as a flower,
And beauty, little grandchild, Is a very gracious
They married and settled early, and happily,
too, Jl know,
And though wo missed them sorely, 'twas
right that they s ouldgo;
And we wore glad and happy, and contented
to grow old,
Till, ah! ono bitter, bitter day, the dear hand
loosed its hold
Of mine, and John went trusting up to the
The only love I am certain that could be more
My days are calm and restful, but down In my
heart I say
That the day that shall reunite us will bo
TIs a beautiful rincr, my darling, on your hand
so fair and flue; .
Tis a wondcriul bond, my darling, of which
it is the sign ;
Seventy-live and twenty white locks and
love Is a wonder worker, and to-day we
both are girls.
jjay a ruinting Person Down.
It is surprising how everybody rushes
at a tainting person and strives to raise
h m up, an I especially to keep his head
erect. 'J here must be an instinctive
apprehens on that if a person seized
with a ainting or other tit tall into the
recumbent position death is more imminent.
I must have driven a mile today
whi!e a lady a ntin was he'd upright.
J found her pulseless, white,
aud apparently dving, and I believe
that if 1 had delayed ten minutes
longer she would really have died. I
laid her head down on a lower level
than her body, and immediately co'or
returned to her 1 ps and cheek . and she
became conscious. To the excited
group of friends I said: Always remember
this fact n-tmely: fainting is
caused by a want ot blood in the brain;
the heart ceases to act with sufficient
force to send the usual amount
of blood to the bra:nf and
hence the person loses consciousness
because the functon of the bran
ceases. Restore the blood to the brain
and instantly the parson recovers. Now,
though the blood is proj oiled to ail parts
of the body by the action of the heart,
yet it is still under the inlluence of the
laws of gravitation. In the erect position
the blood ascends to the head
aga'nst gravitation, aiid the supply to
the brain is diminished, as compared
with the recumbent position, the heart's
pulsation being equal. If, then, you
place a person sitting whose heart has
nearly ceased to beat, his brain will fail
to receive blood, while if you lay him
down, with the head lower than the
heart, blood wdl run into the brain by
the mere force of gravity; and, in fainting,
in sufficient quantity to restore consciousness.
Indeed, Nature teaches us
how to manage the fainting persons, for
they always fall, and frequently are at
once restored by the recumbent position
into wh'ch thev are thrown. Afcd
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