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VOL 19. NO. 1.

CAPE MAY CITY. MONDAY MORNING. JUNE 30.1890.

PRICE 3 CENTS.

CONFECTIONER, No. 5 Washington Street,

CAPE MAY.

F. VIETRI, Dealer in Choice Fruits and Confectionery, Italian Macaroni, Vermicelli and Pure Olive Oil. 40 Washington Street, Cape May, N. J.

ROBERT FISHER,

Real Estate Broker Life and Fire Insurance

GARRISON'S No. 69 Washington Street Headquarters for Stationery, Blank Books, Toilet Paper, Fishing Tackle, Twines, Miniature Boats, Seaside Novelties, etc., etc. J.W. Loveli's Publications for Sale. Goods Sand for Spot Ca~h. J. S. GARRISON, Agent.

BOARDING HORSES A SPECIALTY.

BECK’S CLUB HOUSE Cigar Emporium,

CAPE MAY, N. J. Dry Cigars a Specialty. All the Novalties. City Prices.

J. SPICER LEAMING, ATTORNEY-AT-LAW AND SOLICITOR IN CHANCERY,

Office Days--Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. Philadelphia Office--128 South Sixth Street. Alternate days.

H.

GRISCOM'S Milk and Cream Depot, 48 JACKSON STREET.

ATTORNEY-AT-LAW

SOLICITOR, MASTER AND EXAMINER IN CHANCERY OF THE STATE OF NEW JERSEY.

HEISS' GALLERY, Beach Avenue between Perry and Jackson Streets, Cape May, N.J. PRICES SEASONABLE. SATISFACTION GUARANTEED

J. W. EACAN, MANSION HOUSE BAKERY No. 7 Mansion Sr., Cape May.

POWELL'S

Gents' Furnishing Store

DIXIATUR STREET. Greenwood Cottage

Newly renovated and refitted. This house has undergone a thorough repairing. Location very central and near the beach. Terms, $1, $10, and $22 per week; $2 per day. C. B. BEEVES, Proprietor.

BREXTON VILLA. Open for the Season. --Enlarged and Improved.-- Near the Beach.

MILLER COTTAGE, No. 4 Perry Street. Newly Painted and Renovated. Cuisine first-class. Terms Reasonable. Mrs. M. W. HOFFMAN.

THE WEST END, Near the Beach. Opposite Congress Hall Lawn Family Hotel. First-class in all its appointments.

JAMES M. E. HILDRETH. ATTORNEY AT LAW

NOTARY PUBLIC.

Office at No. 4 Ocean Street, CAPE MAY CITY, N.J.

HERBERT W. EDMUNDS. COUNSELLOR AT LAW. SOLICITOR AND MASTER IN CHANCERY.

CAPE MAY CITY

F. DOUGLASS, Cape May City, N.J.

ATTORNEY-AT-LAW,

DR. WALTER S. LEAMING, DENTIST, OFFICE--COR. HUGHES AND OCEAN STS. CAPE MAY CITY, N. J. IN ATTENDANCE DAILY.

H

A. KENNEDY, M. D., RESIDENT PHYSICIAN,

OFFICE AT UNITED STATES PHARMACY,

E. Cor. Washington & Decatur Sts., CAPE MAY, N.J. Office Hours: From 7 to 9 A. M., 12 to 2, and 7 to 9 P. M. Night Bell.

E. H. PHILLIPS, M. D., RESIDENT HOMEOPATHIC PHYSICIAN, Cor. Ocean and Hughes Streets, CAPE MAY CITY. Office hours: 7 to 9 A.M., 1 to 3 and 5 to 7 P.M.

JAMES MECRAY, M. D. RESIDENT PHYSICIAN. OFFICE--PERRY ST., OFF. CONGRESS HALL. CAPE MAY CITY. Office Hours: From 7 to 9 o'clock A. M., 3 to 5 P.M., and 8 to 9 P.M. AT NIGHT, at residence, NO. 6 North St.

V. M. D. MARCY, M. D., RESIDENT PHYSICIAN SINCE 1849 Office--Philadelphia Pharmacy, Corner Ocean Street and Columbia Avenue. RESIDENT--NO. 78 WASHINGTON STREET. CAPE MAY, N.J. Office Hours:--From 2 to 6, and 8 to 10 P. M.

Union Transfer Co. BAGGAGE EXPRESS --AND-- General..Railroad..Ticket..Agents.

HOTELS AND COTTAGES.

naming an hour for applicants to call at my office

A. LAMENT. In the dreamy, distant, northland Lo; a mighty oak did grow. For a hundred peaceful summers Through it did the soft winds blow; For a hundred lengthy winters On it fell the cold, white snow, 'Neath it roved the doughty chieftain While his dusky love woo'd. Proud and stately grew the oak tree In the northern solitude.

Lo; the mighty now have fallen, Fallen from their high: On the pavements of the city Has the oak tree hanged of late,

Through the air in graceful motions Does it circle and gyrate, For the oak has been made into Canes that are used by the dudes; Fallen is the mighty monarch Of the northern solitudes. --New York Herald.

Well, I had a good many answers, in

person and by letter. The letters I paid no attention to, and those who called did not suit, until I began to think I would have a good deal of trouble to find the right person, when my small boy of all work ushered in a young lady. I knew that she was young, though she was heavily veiled, by her slight, girlish figure and low, sweet, tremulous voice. Her dress was neat and plain and fitted exquisitely. Her gloves and boots were

Good critics had said she would make a sensation if she would go on the stage professionally. When she announced her determination her friends were much shocked and her mother quite overcome, but no one had anything better to suggest, so she had her own way. She knew that she was inexperienced and to

not new, but they were the gloves and

STOCKTON HOTEL

CAPE MAY, N.J.

REMODELED AND REFURNISHED. CUISINE OF THE HIGHEST ORDER.

OPENS JUNE 30.

F. THEO. WALTON, Proprietor.

Dr. Keene's Story. Frank Howard was one of my most intimate friends. I met him one summer in the Catskills, whither I had betaken myself for a week's change and fresh air. I put up at a lonely farm house, where Howard, stopping for a day to await the arrival of some friends,

was so unfortunate as to sprain his ankle. It was nothing serious, but it compelled him to remain quiet for a few days. His friends, arriving, proceeded on their way, leaving him in my care. Frank was a cheery, happy young fellow of 20, and took his mishap with uncommonly good grace. I read to him from my small store of books and papers, and we had long and interesting talks. Frank was full of the enthusiasm of youth, and I, eight or ten years

his senior, was, my steady going colleagues would have said, a visionary, romantic boy. Those few days made us better acquainted than we would have become in months of intercourse in the city. When Frank was able to rejoin his friends my time was up and

CONGRESS Hall CAPE MAY CITY, N. J. OPEN JUNE 28th, 1890. Remodeled and Improved. J. F. CAKE, Proprietor.

Directly on the Beach.

Table Service First-Class.

Terms Reasonable.

Bus Attends All Trains.

Vallee & Klingler, Proprietors.

ELBERON

Opposite Congress Hall,

2 Squares from Station,

CAPE MAY. N. J.

J. R. WILSON, Prop'r.

THE WINDSOR, CAPE MAY, N. J. Tenth Season---1890. Capacity 300. Location unsurpassed. One block from the New Depot. Nearest House to the Surf. Strictly First-class in all its appointments. WALTER W. GREEN, of Philadelphia. Proprietor.

THE ORIOLE,

I returned to town, regretting the necessity that compelled me to part with the pleasant young fellow. He did not forget his promise to look me up when he returned to the city, and from that time on we were the best of friends. I had, I am sure, more of his confidence than did any one else, and I talked to him in a way that my medical brethren would have pronounced wild and unprofessional, but he took it in sober earnest, no matter how wild, behaving in my theories just because I aired them. My friend was a good looking young fellow, tall, well made as to figure, easy and graceful. He had blue gray eyes, a well shaped brow and rounded chin, dark hair which, however, was quite thin, giving promise of early baldness, a nose perhaps a trifle too long and an upper lip a trifle too short. His front teeth, though white, were not well shaped. Greatly to his sorrow be could not raise a mustache, try hard as he might, and he had tried very hard, indeed, investing many a dollar in nostrums warranted to produce the desired result. Frank well knew what an improvement a mustache would be—he did not hanker after whiskers, a mustache was all he wanted—for he had worn false ones upon several occasions when taking part in private theatricals. He was quite clever, and played very well for an amateur, but often accepted a part, I verily believe, more for the opportunity it gave him to wear a mustache than for any other reason. He was very well situated financially. His parents were dead. His father had left him a good business, which, however, had so far demanded little of his attention, as his father had also left him a partner, a shrewd, steady bachelor, without near kin. who was devoted to the young man. Considerable property outside of the business added a good deal to his income. Like myself he had few relatives, but then he had hosts of friends, and was a great favorite in society. There were plenty of nice girls who would have become Mrs. Howard— one at a time, of course—had he asked them, mustache or no mustache. No one thought of his lack of one as he did, and none but I knew how he felt about it. We had been discussing various experiments one evening when he had dropped in. as he often did, on his way to a reception. After a silence of some moments, evidently spent in deep thought, for he had not seemed to hear one or two of my remarks, Frank broke out: "See here, doctor, can't yon transplant a bit of some one's scalp to my lip and make a mustache that will grow? You read or told me something one evening about such an experiment or else I dreamed it. I have been wanting to speak to you about it. I'd gladly spare some of my own scalp if the hair on it wasn't so awfully thin. I'll give yon a thousand dollars if you can manage it and pay all expenses. Think it over and see if there isn't some way to do it, and now I must be off. Good night, old boy!" I laughed at the idea, but after he had gone I could not help thinking about it. A thousand dollars was certainly tempting. My practice did not increase so rapidly as I could have wished, and of course, like many another foolish young fellow, I had married a nice girl when scarcely able to keep myself comfortably, and the tiny olive branches had a dreadful way, sweet as they were, of appearing all too frequently for a poor man. I'm not saying, mind you, that I've ever regretted my marriage or been willing to spare one of the boys and girls now growing up so fast around me;

boots of a lady. Wavy dark brown hair waa worn in a heavy coil beneath a little round hat, and I thought "Here's

the very girl at last!"

I questioned her closely, and explained to her more fully than to the others just what I wanted. She was nervous, as was quite natural, but had evidently made up her mind to win the $200 if possible. She was perfectly healthy, she said, and so far as she knew, came of healthy parents. Her father was dead. Her mother was usually quite well, though not very strong. She was just now suffering from injuries received in

a fall on the stairs.

"The doctor says," the young lady went on, "that my mother will soon be as well as ever, but we need money very badly at present. On account of my mother's illness I lost my position in—that is, I am out of employment, and as I am the bread winner for our family I am willing to do anything honorable that will not injure my health to earn money. I must stipulate that my face shall remain covered, and that no effort will be made by any one to discover my identity."

"Can you endure the operation without the aid of an anesthetic?" I asked. "You must know that your confidence is sacred."

content with a small salary and a small part to begin with. She wished very much to get into a home company, but that seemed impossible, so she accepted a minor part in a very good company going upon the road. “No one who has not tried it can understand what she had to endure. Tenderly cared for all her life, with plenty of money for reasonable needs, she now had to practice the strictest economy. She

First Detective—You look bine this morning. What's the matter?

But, no. she insisted that her nerves were strong enough to endure the ordeal, so I appointed an hour next day for the operation, and bowed her out. I then rushed off to inform Frank of my success. He was charmed with my description of the girl and delighted with

her pluck.

"Give her $300,” he said, "whether the operation is successful or not. she is a brave girl to do such a thing for her family. Great, hulking boys, no doubt, some of them. Now I haven’t much family, but I am sure I wouldn't part with any of my scalp for all of my relatives in a heap." The young lady was promptness itself. I had just shown her into an inner room when Frank arrived. After the operation I sent him away first, and then put her into a cab, taking care to withdraw before she gave the driver his orders. No. I'm not going to tell you how I transplanted two bits of scalp from the back of the girl's head to the lip of the young man. I have never told any one how it was done, but it was a success. The young couple were as brave as possible. There was not even a groan from either. The girl lay face down upon a lounge, her luxuriant, wavy hair streaming around her. I could not but admire the dainty shape of her head and the pretty neck, with tiny rings of hair curling down upon it. Just below one shell-like ear a small star shaped spot showed white upon the now rosy skin. It would probably not be noticeable usually. The young lady came to my office for some days until the wounds were quite healed. As she was young and healthy it did not take long, but 1 never got a glimpse of her face, nor did I try to do so, having too much respect for the courageous young creature. When I handed her $300 instead of the $200 she had expected she was quite overcome with joy. Her voice was fully of happy tears as she clasped my hand in both of hers and faltered: "Oh, doctor, I do not know how to thank yon; yon cannot realize what a help this money will be to us. It is a perfect godsend, and I don't one bit mind the pain, which, I'll confess now, was rather hard to bear. ” My own needs enabled me to quite understand her feelings. My thousand freed me from many a present worry, and before it was gone I had secured quite a paying practice. I attended Howard in his own apartments. When he was sufficiently recovered he went abroad for awhile. He returned after some months, pleased with his trip, and delighted with his liandsome brown mustache, which certainly added much to his good looks He was so busy with social arrangements and I was so fully occupied that for some months I saw very little of him. The fault was chiefly mine, however, for Frank seemed to think more of me than ever, and I often found his card upon my return from a professional call. One evening he came and found me at leisure. "So glad to find you in, doctor," he said; "I've come to be congratulated. I am going to marry the dearest girl in the world, and want you, my best friend, to wish me joy."

I did congratulate him heartily and asked if I knew the lady. “No. I think not," he replied, "She is Miss Mildred Faye, a member of the company at —— theatre. Don't look so surprised. Not a nicer girl lives. A breath of slander has never touched her name. Her father died when she was about 18—just out of school. He was thought to be very well off—the family had always lived in good style—but at his death his wife and two daughters found themselves penniless. Not

even their home belonged to them. Mrs. Faye, a delicate little body, unused to work of any kind, had no idea as to how they were to make a living, so Mildred had to take the lead. Kate, three or four years younger than she, must be kept in school, and the three most be provided, somehow, with food, clothing and shelter. Mildred had been fairly educated, but not thoroughly enough to attempt teaching, so she determined to go upon the stage. She had had a good deal of experience in amateur theatricals, and had been warmly praised for her acting. I had heard of Miss Faye's talent, but never happened to see her.

and Kate will take possession of our house, which I am busy furnishing.

You

stopped at cheap hotels, did without fires, walked whenever it was possible to do so, all to save every cent she could for the loved ones at home. She was under study for the leading lady, who was neither young nor pretty, but who possessed what Mildred most lacked, experience. She also possessed a temper, and one night, not long before the rising of the curtain, refused to go on. The long suffering manager appealed to Mildred. She was letter perfect, and in spite of considerable natural nervousness made a great hit. The delighted manager gave her the part for the rest of the season, but tried to keep her salary unchanged. This she would not agree to, so they finally compromised on a fair sum, which enabled Mildred to take better care of herself and to send more money to her mother. The part suited her, and everywhere she was warmly praised for her acting. Everything looked bright and promising when a telegram called her to her mother's side. It was so worded that she was not much alarmed. It was Saturday night. They were near New York and she left, expecting to rejoin the company in time for the performance Monday evening. She found that her mother had slipped upon the stairs and dislocated her arm. This had been set, and, the doctor said, would soon be well: but she was nervous and shaken, and would not hear of Mildred's leaving her, and kept the poor girl until her place in the company had long been filled. When Mrs. Faye, slowly recovering, came to her senses, the season was nearly closed and an engagement was not to be had. Their money was about gone, and times, I fancy, were pretty hard, when some good friend must have helped them with a loan. At the beginning of this season, Mildred got her present position. A very good one, if she was going to remain upon the stage, which she's not, you know. She is going to many me two weeks from today. I want, yon and Mrs. Keene to come to the wedding. Only the family, a young lady friend of Mildred's and my dear old partner will be there. The

rooms are too small to have any one else. We go away at once. Mrs. Faye

know I've never had much of a home, and feel awfully happy over the prospect of having such a nice mother and sister and the sweetest wife in the world. And now good-by. Don't forget the day!” and the happy fellow went

away as if walking on air.

The appointed hour found myself and wife knocking at the door of Mrs. Faye's coxy little flat. Frank presented us to his future mother and the minister—Mr. Haines. Frank's partner, we knew already —and then stepped to the door of the next room and handed out the bride, who was followed by her sister and her friend. The bride wore a simple white gown with a veil falling over her face. Miss Duncan, a pretty blonde, was in blue. Kate Faye, a slip of a girl, dark haired and dark eyed, wore pink. The minister soon made the happy pair one, and after the bride's mother and the young ladies had kissed and cried over her a little while my wife and I stepped forward to

be presented and offer our congratulations.

The new Mrs. Howard was all that her lover’s fond fancy had painted her. A graceful girl of medium height, with soft brown eyes, a lovely complexion, a sweet mouth about which played pretty dimples, and wavy brown hair worn in a heavy coil at the back of a shapely bead, and falling in tiny rings upon a low, white brow. When my name was mentioned she looked up with a deep blush, which quickly receding left her very pale. In a low musical voice, whose tones were strangely familiar to my ear, she thanked us for our good wishes. After some simple refreshments the bride went away to pot on her traveling dress, and as they were about to depart I stood beside her for a moment. She turned to speak to her husband, and I saw what answered my question. "Where had I heard that voice?" Just below the left ear was a tiny, star shaped spot, showing white through the rosy blush called up by her husband's tone and glance.

They went away a happy couple and returned more in love, if possible, with each other than before. I have been settled, as you know, in this place for a number of years. I don’t see Frank Howard very often nowadays, but our friendship has suffered no change. I do not know though whether he and his wife, devoted as they are to each other,

have exchanged confidences on the mustache question or no. They have made no sign. Neither have L—Mrs. Juliette M. Babbitt in Gotham Monthly.

His Occupation Gene. First detective—You look blue this morning. What's the matter? Second Detective—Did you read about a convict at Sing Sing confessing on his death bed that he murdered a man in

New York? “Yes. I read all about it." “Well, that spoils a clew on which I have been working for a year and a half."—Texas Siftings.

A candidate who had failed in the civil service examinations was exceedingly critical of the system. "I'm not ashamed to be unable to answer such foolish questions," he said, "especially with such high personal recommendations as I had!"