VOL. XIII.

OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, APRIL 13, 1893. NO. 2.

Ocean City Sentinel.

PUBLISHED WEEKLY AT OCEAN CITY, N. J., BY S. C. ROBINSON, Editor and Proprietor. $1.00 per year, strictly in of ince. $1.50 at end of year.

Restaurants. MARSHALL'S DINING ROOMS FOR LADIES AND GENTS, 1321 Market Street, Three Doors East of City Hall, PHILADELPHIA.

STRICTLY TEMPERANCE.

MEALS TO ORDER FROM 6 A. M. TO 8 P. M.

Good Roast Dinners, with three vegetables, for 25 cents. Turkey or Chicken Dinners 15 cents. Ladies' Room upstairs, with homelike accommodations. PURE SPRING WATER.

BAKERY, 601 S. Twenty-Second St.

ICE CREAM, ICES, FROZEN FRUITS AND JELLIES.

Weddings and Evening Entertain-

ments a specialty.

Everything to furnish the table and

set free of charge.

NOTHING SOLD OR DELIVERED ON SUNDAY.

QUALITY AND PRICE UNEXCELLED.

R. R. SOOY'S LADIES & GENTS DINING ROOMS, 525 Chestnut Street, PHILADELPHIA.

D. SOMERS RISLEY, No. 111 Market Street, CAMDEN, N. J.

Conveyancer, Notary Public, Com- missioner of Deeds, Real Estate and General Insurance Agent. Properties for sale and to rent. Money to loan on Mortgage. TELEPHONE No. 15.

PETER MURDOCH, DEALER IN

COAL and Wood, Ocean City, N. J. Orders left at 806 Asbury avenue will receive prompt attention. Artistic Printing.

Material--The Best. Workmanship--First class. Charges--Moderate. R. CURTIS ROBINSON, Ocean City, N. J.

L. S. SMITH, CONTRACTOR IN Grading, Gravelling and Curbing.

PAINTING BY CONTRACT OR DAY. Eighth St. and Asbury Ave., OCEAN CITY, N. J. Plasterers and Brick-Layers. W. STONEHILL. G. O. ADAMS. STONEHILL & ADAMS, Plastering, Range-Setting, Brick Laying, &c. All work in mason line promptly attended to. OCEAN CITY, N. J.

Try an advertisement in the SENTINEL. Commissioner of Deeds.

R. CURTIS ROBINSON,

Commissioner of Deeds. OCEAN CITY, N. J.

Deeds, Mortgages, Etc., carefully drawn.

Physicians, Druggists, Etc. DR. J. S. WAGGONER, RESIDENT Physician and Druggist,

NO. 731 ASBURY AVENUE, OCEAN CITY, N. J.

Pure Drugs, Fine Stationary, Confectionary, Etc., constantly on hand.

Attorneys-at-Law. MORGAN HAND, ATTORNEY AND COUNSELLOR AT LAW. Solicitor, Master and Examiner in Chancery Supreme Court Commissioner, Notary Public, CAPE MAY C. H., N. J. (Opposite Public Buildings.)

ALLEN B. ENDICOTT, COUNSELOR AT LAW, Rooms 1, 2 and 3 Union National Bank Building. ATLANTIC CITY, N. J.

LAW OFFICES OF SCHUYLER C WOODAULL, 310 Market St., Camden, N. J. Solicitor of Ocean City.

Bakers, Grocers, Etc.

JACOB SCHUFF, (Successor to A. E. Mahan,)

THE PIONEER BAKERY, No. 706 Asbury Avenue, OCEAN CITY, N. J. Fresh Bread, Pies and Cakes daily. Wedding Cakes a specialty. Orders delivered free of

charge. Nothing delivered on Sunday.

HARRY G. STEELMAN,

DEALER IN FINE Groceries and Provisions, No. 707 Asbury Avenue, OCEAN CITY, N. J. Contractors and Builders. S. B. SAMPSON,

Contractor and Builder, No. 305 Fourth St., Ocean City, N. J. Jobbing promptly attended to. Plans, specifications and working drawings furnished. JOSEPH F. HAND, ARCHITECT, CONTRACTOR AND BUILDER, Ocean City, N. J. Plans, Specifications and Working Drawings furnished. Estimates given on Application. Satisfaction guaranteed.

Nicholas Corson, CARPENTER AND BUILDER, OCEAN CITY, N. J. Estimates given. Plans and Specifications furnished. Buildings put up by contract or day.

G. P. MOORE,

ARCHITECT, BUILDER, AND PRACTICAL SLATER,

Ocean City, N. J.

Best Roofing Slate constantly on hand.

HENRY G. SCHULTZ, CONTRACTOR AND BUILDER, 2633 Germantown Avenue, PHILADELPHIA. BRANCH OFFICE Seventeenth and Asbury Avenue, OCEAN CITY, N. J.

ARNOLD B. RACE, UNDERTAKER,

PLEASANTVILLE, N. J.

All orders by telegraph or otherwise will re-

ceive prompt attention. Bodies preserved with

or without ice. Office below W. J. R. R. at the

residence of A. B. RACE. ARNOLD B. RACE. W. B. M. BURRELL, Undertaker & Embalmer,

427 Market Street, CAMDEN, N. J. TELEPHONE 108.

Plumbers, Steam Fitters, Etc.

J. T. BRYAN,

Practical Plumber and Gas Fitter

No. 1007 Ridge Ave., Philadelphia.

Circulating Bollers, Sinks, Bath Tubs, Water Closets, Lead and Iron Pipes, Pumps, Etc., furnished at short notice. Country or City Residences fitted up in the best manner. Sanitary

Plumbing and drainages a specialty. Orders by mail promptly attended to.

Robert Fisher, REAL ESTATE AND INSURANCE BROKER, CONVEYANCER, COMMISSIONER OF DEEDS AND NOTARY PUBLIC.

Agent for the Aetna Life Insurance Company, of Hartford, Connecticut, and some of the oldest and best Fire Insurance Companies of America.

One of the few pioneers of Ocean City and among its first Real Estate purchasers and Cottagers, intimately associated with all its history and identified with every step of its progress and the opera-

tion of its Real Estate, has extraordinary op-

portunities for the trans-

action of all kinds of Real Estate and Insur-

ance business.

PURCHASERS can find profitable investments, and frequently decided

bargains, and those wishing to sell are

assured of the greatest advantages that per-

sonal effort and judi-

cious advertising can accomplish.

Fisher's Real Estate Office occupies the most prominent busi-

ness corner in Ocean City. All kinds of Property for Sale, Exchange or Rent.

FISHER'S LIVERY STABLES,

Cor. of 7th St. & Haven Ave., (One square from Depot.)

Supplied with every-

thing to suit the demand. Coaches, Phaetons, Buggies, Busses, Carts, Etc., Etc. Saddle Horses. Horses boarded and cared for. Prices will be found reasonable. The National Institute COMPOUND OXYGEN FOR Sickness and Debility. GOLD CURE FOR Alcohol, Morphine, etc For nearly a quarter of a century the firm of Drs. STARKEY & PALEN, of 1529 Arch street, Philadelphia, have dispensed Compound Oxygen Treatment for chronic diseases and debility, with a most brilliant record of cures. They have treated over 60,000 patients and in spite of opposition have forced the world to acknowledge the potency and usefulness of Compound Oxygen. Over 1,000 physicians have sued it in their practice, and this number is being continually increased. The original Compound Oxygen made by this firm is pure, comparatively devoid of odor or taste, and one of the greatest of natural vitalizers, building up broken-down constitutions, supplying nature's waste from disease, excesses or old age. One of the beauties of using this treatment is that you take no medicine whatever, your system is not shocked by it, business or travel are not inter-

fered with, and treatment is actually a pleasure. You simply inhale the Com-

pound Oxygen and get it directly into the circulation, where it will do the most good--where your system can ab-

sorb every atom of it without any objec-

tion being interposed by your digestion. A book of 200 pages mailed free to any address tells all about it. TESTIMONIALS. Drs. Starkey & Palen, Philadelphia, Pa. About five years ago I was a broken-down man, and a sick man, suffering with nervous prostration and lung trouble. To-day I am strong and rugged and doing heavy work every day, and I owe my health and life to Compound Oxygen and your kind help and advice. During the interval of these five years, I have been re-

commending your treatment far and near, and by my advice and your treatment we have saved several lives and benefited others. Jasper, New York. R. W. Wheeler.

Drs. Starkey & Palen, Philadelphia, Pa.

About a year ago I was suffering from overwork and consequent exhaustion. I used your Compound Oxygen Treatment with good results. I never had anything to clear up my head better and put me in better shape than your Compound Oxygen Treatment. Rev. R. A. Hunter. Irwin, Pa. Drs. Starkey & Palen, Philadelphia, Pa. My physician, who has treated me for five years, remarked to me several weeks ago the Compound Oxygen had certainly done won-

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My mother used your Compound Oxygen Treatment for Hay Fever; she has not been troubled with it since.

Albert Gifford. Valley Falls, N. J.

Drs. Starkey & Palen, Philadelphia, Pa.

Compound Oxygen did me more good as a sufferer from Hay Fever than anything I had ever tried. Rev. J. L. Ticknor. Napton, Saline county, Md.

Drs. Starkey & Palen, Philadelphia, Pa. It is now seven months since I received the first Treatment for my son's use, and he has not had symptoms of a return of the Asthma since taking the first dose. I take pleasure in recommending it to all my friends who are afflicted with any chronic disease. It seems to act like a charm on the diseases peculiar in this climate. Sedgwick, Mo. Mrs. K. A. Porter.

Drs. Starkey & Palen, Philadelphia, Pa. It is no secret that after coughing fully four months, and treating with the very best physicians, I obtained my first rest and help from the use of Compound Oxygen. Belle K. Adams. Cleveland, Ohio. Now that science has proved beyond a shadow of doubt that Intemperance or Dipsomania is a disease subject to the same natural laws that govern all diseases, susceptible to treatment, and as large a proportion of cases cured absolutely as with any other morbid condition of the system, we have added recently The National Gold Cure for Alcohol, Morphine, etc. This is at present the nearest perfect of any known cure, advocated by leading temperance reformers, National W. C. T. U. officers, clergymen and physicians. Frances E. Willard says of it: "We are warmly friendly to this movement and believe it to be doing great good." Such papers commend as Union Signal, W. C. T. U. organ; Watch Tower, Illinois State W. C. T. U. organ; Chicago Inter-Ocean and Chicago Herald, New York Evangelist. The Philadelphia Evening Star of February 8, 1893 says of it, "It is but a recent experiment in our city, but it can refer to as remarkable evidences of success as older institutions in other places. Those afflict-

ed by an ungovernable appetite for liquor and really want to be cured, can by a few weeks treatment have evidence of its power." Among our hearty co-workers are Bishop Fallows, Rev. Sam Small, Hon. Walter Thomas Mills, Hon. James R. Hobbs, Gen. S. R. Singleton, Gen. C. H. Howard, Mary Lathrop and others. We have organized a Temperance Extension Fund to be used in treating cases who cannot pay for treatment, at greatly reduced rates, taking their obligations to repay the fund in early installments, after being restored. By so doing we use the money over and over, curing many cases with the same money. Money sent for this purpose enables the sender to name any one they please to be treated, thereby enabling them to see the direct result of their subscription. We cure over 99 per cent. of applicants, and they are as proud as we are to be in-

terviewed regarding it.

Our cure is safe, swift and sure. We don't take whiskey from a man. We place it before him and defy him to drink and he begs us to take it away after a few days. We cure the disease upon scientific principles by taking away the the appetite without impairing one at all or incurring any risk. Any subscription received will be placed to the credit of the Temperance Extension Fund and appropriately applied where most needed. DRS. STARKEY & PALEN, 1529 Arch Street, Philadelphia, Pa. TO A STOLEN PORTRAIT. As you gaze from my library table, 'Mid manuscript, letters and books, 'Tis easy to see you're unable

To regulate all of your looks. For could you suspect my transgression--That I stole you and had you up here--I'm morally sure the expression

You'd wear would be shocked and severe. Yet why should you feel it a duty

To frown where your presence enthralls;

Where the radiant charm of your beauty Sheds grace round my bachelor walls;

Where my pen drops o'er l'envoys and proems, And my eyes stray from Gibbon and Grote

To study your eyes, and dream poems

Unwrit, save in cloud lands remote? As well might some goddess ungracious Begrudge to a votary's shrine Her image, as thou deem audacious The homage I offer to thine. But should Madame Grundy's dictation Outweigh a bohemian's plea, And sentence of prompt confiscation Be ruthlessly passed upon me. Pray what if, on closer inspection, This picture with which I must part Should prove to be but a reflection Of one that is graved on my heart? --Duffield Osborne in Harper's Bazar. LITTLE COLONEL. I had watched him every day for weeks. He always stood in the shadow of the American express office on Market space, and his poor little hunchback was so pitiful. He was the tiniest mite imaginable, and his pallid little face was

rendered doubly delicate in appearance by the little blue shirt he always wore. He had light brown hair that stuck out around the small felt cap perched back over the crown of his head like the softer wisps of hay that edge a stack in summer. His eyes were like the blue of the Italian sea, but the expression of his mouth was old, very old, and the business twang in his shrill voice very distinct as he yelled his wares to the passersby: "Collar buttons--two for a cent. Note paper--needles--twenty-five cents a pack!"

Some few used to buy from him;

others more often would give him a nickel or a dime and let him keep his goods. To each and every purchaser he doffed his hat, but he forgot their faces as soon as they amalgamated with the crowd. One could see it was an irksome task--mechanical, unloved. He was studying on something all the time. All the weeks I passed by he did not learn to know me until one day I paused and asked: "Now, look here, colonel, I want you to recognize me when I go by next time. I've traded with you for weeks, and you never know me. I'm getting pretty mad about it, I can tell you, my friend." The little chap looked up into my face with an incredulous stare. There were lots of unspoken comments in the small young heart beneath that jacket of navy blue, but all he said was, as he lifted his cap: "I'll know you next time, Warm, isn't it?" "Right you are, colonel," I said. "How is business?" "Pretty fair. Dull times now, though." "Ought not to be for you," I said. "All the ladies are doing their spring shopping and having their sewing done. They can't sew without needles. You have needles. See?" He threw me a shrewd glance from those wonderful blue eyes of his. "I see," he said. After this I never passed without receiving a salute from the little colonel, and sometimes when out with a friend I was enabled to introduce a new customer to him. These favors he always appreciated, and I came to be looked upon as the advertising member of the firm. Between us we built up a big business, and we both felt encouraged. But one day as I sauntered down there, thinking of a certain little piece of good news I had for my partner, I was some-

what startled by missing the colonel from the old stand.

"Funny," I thought, "very funny, he did not speak of his intended vacation, I am surprised, for the colonel is generally

so businesslike." I went on disappointed,

of course. Days passed, and still I missed

him. I could not find any trace of him, and, strange to say, during out in-

timacy I had neglected to inquire his

exact address.

All day long, and as much of the night

as I was awake, I was confronted by a

vivid memory of his little, pallid face.

The suspense seemed unbearable.

But just at that point where it seemed that I could not wait a moment longer I was relieved by a message from him. It reached me this way: I was passing down the familiar Market space by the old stand, thinking fondly and sadly of the little colonel, when I noticed a big eyed colored boy with a double row

of white teeth looking eagerly up and

down the street. For some unaccountable reason I felt that he knew something of my partner. I stepped up to him and said: "Good morning. Are you looking for some one?" "Yessum, lady," he said. "I'ze been lookin for a white lady as used to know the little chap as allers stands here sellin collar buttons. 'Deed I'm afraid, though, I can't find her. I've done spoke to three already, and, golly!" (here he grinned so both rows of teeth showed) "they was

mad. 'Deed they was."

"How were you to know the lady?" I asked. "Little Jim said," replied the boy, "I'd know her by her smile. So help me Gawd, every one as has gone by a-grin-nin I've axed, 'Is you the little colonel's partner?' an it strikes 'em silly an they gits mad. 'Deed they does!"

I was smiling broadly at his pictur-

esque and animated relation of the past few hours' adventures; he ceased looking up and down the street and caught me in the middle of a full blown smile. Up went the black jaw, off went the cap, tattered and torn, and my inquisitor exclaimed, "Say, lady, yo' bean't her; be yo'?" "You've found your man," I said; "I am the colonel's partner. Now tell me what message he sends by you." "The colonel am very sick. He done tole me to fetch yo' ef yo' would come, an ef yo' had no time to tell yo' neber min, but dat he'd tote himself down ter business at de first particular opportu-

nity when he can get outen his bed."

"Can you take me to him?"

"The boy was wonderfully solemn by this time and hustled off to lead the way in double quick time. "Ef yo' is tired," he said thoughtfully, "yo' might tek a car. The line runs right near his house. I'll run beyond. Yo' kin get off at ---- street." "You come, too," I said; "get on the platform. I'll pay your fare." I was lost in dreams about my sick little friend when I was aroused by the car coming to a sudden standstill, and my guide came and touched my arm gently. Following him off the rear platform we turned into a little damp alleyway, and stopped in front of a tumble down frame cottage. "Poor little colonel," I thought, "we will have to get him out of this place as soon as he can be moved." On either side of the alleyway stood a mass of little woolly headed urchins, male and female. I stepped over the threshold in the open doorway, for it was May, and the day, outside of the alley, at least, was warm. My guide followed in my wake. A pale faced woman met me and clasped both my extended hands in hers. There was sorrow, far deeper than tears would tell of, in that quiet, drawn face. There was a bed in the farther corner, and one little folded and parchmentlike hand rested on the darned coverlet. I stepped to the side of the bed. The little light brown head was thrown back on the pillows, the blue eyes were more magical than ever in their hue. The mouth, with its shrewd, old lines was open, and the breath came unsteadily through the even rows of small white

teeth.

My throat filled up and I could not speak. My poor little partner; my brave little colonel! His mother began fanning him gently and evenly again from the other side of the bed. His eyes brightened when he saw me and his hand was lifted

to greet me.

"Had to give up business for a spell,"

said the colonel falteringly.

"Oh, darling," I cried, forgetting my part in this strange scene. "I cannot bear to see you look so ill. What can I get

you?"

A radiant smile lighted his face and he pointed upward. "I'm afraid I can't do business in the old stand,” he said faintly, "but I've got a place up there, and I hope I can keep my bunch on my back, 'cause if I don't when you come along you won't know the little colonel”— He ceased speaking to rest. I passed him some wine and water mixed that stood at hand. His eyes fell on his little colored friend standing back by the door twisting his hat in both hands nervously and shifting noiselessly from one foot to the other. "You found her by her smile, didn't you?" said the little colonel. "I told you you could tell it. My partner has the sweetest smile in the world." The temporary stimulus afforded by the wine and water began to wear away ever so quickly. The shouting of the children came in at the door and window, and a smile passed over the face of the little colonel. "They are mostly black, but they were always good to me," he whispered. Then suddenly he rose up on one thin little elbow and cried excitedly, "Collar buttons, two for a cent; needles and paper, twenty-five cents a pack," waiving an imaginary bundle in his hand. A change, sudden and awful, passed over his face, his hand tightened its grasp over my own, he sank slowly back on his pillow; there was a gentle fluttering of the eyelids, some long drawn struggling breaths, and the little colonel had moved on to his new stand.--Helen Corinne Bergen.

Wonderful Little Padlock and Chain.

In a curious old book entitled "The

Wonders and Curiosities of London,"

there are the following particulars con-

cerning a minute padlock: In the

twentieth year of the reign of Queen

Elizabeth, Mark Scarliot, a blacksmith,

made a lock consisting of eleven pieces

of steel, iron and brass, all of which,

together with the key, weighed but a small fraction over one grain. He also made a chain of gold, consisting of fortythree links, which, after fastening it to the lock and key above mentioned, he

put around the neck of a common flea, the whole being so minute that the little

insect could drawn them over a silver plate with perfect ease. All of these together, lock, key, chain and flea, weighed a slight fraction less than 2 1/2 grains. Germany's Forests. In Germany 200,000 families are supported from the care of the forests, upon which about $10,000,000 is expended annually, 3,000,000 people more finding employment in the various wood industries of the empire. The forest account shows an annual profit of between $5,000,000 and $6,000,000.--Chicago Herald. AN EVIL AND ITS PREVENTION. How One Teacher Deals With Her Rubberless Scholars. If any one should take the trouble to make the rounds of the public schools of the city on a rainy or snow day, he would find a large number of children with wet feet. This condition, due for the most part to the negligence of parents, undoubtedly helps to swell the sick list, and often the death rate, from croup, diphtheria, pneumonia and the

rest.

At Eighty-fifth street and First avenue is a grammar school having a registry of 846 girls, the principal of which is Miss Julia Richman. This principal exerts herself in the most praiseworthy way to correct, in her jurisdiction, the evil mentioned. Asked recently what system she used to prevent wet feet and how she managed when she encountered them,

Miss Richman replied:

“I can hardly say I have any system for getting my girls to wear overshoes in wet weather. I simply insist upon it. "The general plan I adopt is this: Early in the fall upon a very wet morning I inquire in every class as to how many girls have come out without overshoes. The number is discouragingly large, as indicating lack of supervision on the part of mothers. I catechize each individual delinquent, and the customary replies are: 'I forgot them.' 'Mine are too small.' 'My shoes are thick,' and 'I haven't any.' Then follows a general talk on the physical evils resultant upon dampness absorbed through the feet, and in language not classic I pile on the agony. I tell of the need for growing girls to take every precautionary measure in this direction and give illustrations of the result of inadvertence, so far as I can in a general

talk.

"I blame the mothers for their carelessness, and then exonerate the mothers and blame big girls for not taking these little cares off the overworked shoulders of the mothers. I lay down a sweeping assertion, 'If your father can't spare the money for rubbers and a new hat, wear your old hat, but get the rubbers.' I make them see that thick shoes are no protection unless they are taken off immediately upon coming indoors, as the dampness in the leather will penetrate. The girls pleading 'I haven't any' I interview in private, and unless their parents are very poor I insist that they must get them. I have never had a parent resist. The very poor I supply by begging partially worn rubbers from my friends. Giving new ones encourages pauperism. "By the next wet day all my girls own rubbers, and then either I or the teachers inquire every following wet day as to how many girls forgot. Such as have I send home to dry their feet, put on rubbers and return to school, marking them absent for the time lost. This makes them careful, and we rarely have a girl forget."—New York Times.

A True Bird Story.

My friend, James Shanock, three years ago caught a young lark, and it has been pouring out its song ever since then from its cage, and a very sweet note it is. Some little while ago, as the afternoon was sunny, the cage was hung outside in the garden at the moment another lark was caroling in the air, and Shanock’s bird rose from the cage, which was only covered with a fine net, and in which there must hare been a rent, and disappeared in the direction of the other lark. My friend, seeing this, at once began to whistle, holding up the cage to attract his pet back again, and in a very short time down it came to his feet and visited patiently while be gently replaced it in its cage. There were three witnesses, I

believe, in this case.

The funniest thing, too, is that about the same time James Shanock’s cat brought him in a little bird quite delicately and waited for him to take it from its mouth quite uninjured. He is a great bird lover, and it looks as if the cat, like everybody else, knew this fact.--London Spectator.

Turkey Buzzards in the South.

The turkey buzzards that are to be seen in New Jersey and that appear to be working their way northward in considerable numbers have changed, or rather extended, their habitat within recent years. Before the war there were no buzzards in this latitude. They are unclean creatures, and if angry or alarmed will vomit at the object that has enraged or startled them. In southern cities they are protected by law, for they act as scavengers, and flocks of them may always be seen about the markets watch-

ing for offal. They became as tame as

poultry, allowing men to approach within a few feet of them. Their voices are harsh and croaking, and they have a lopisded run as if they were lame in one leg.--New York Sun.

An Ungodly Grin.

A Newburg minister was preaching the other day. A young girl annoyed him by grinning. He said: "There is in this audience a young lady--no, a young

girl--whose head resembled an empty basket. She has done nothing since she entered the church but grin. I want her to know that all of life does not consist of having a fine bonnet." Of course the girl shouldn't have grinned; but, all the same, if she has any big brothers they might properly put in 15 minutes in remonstrating with that preacher. Freshness in the pulpit should be discouraged. --Buffalo Express.

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