VOL. XIII.

OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, APRIL 20, 1893.

NO. 3.

Ocean City Sentinel. PUBLISHED WEEKLY AT OCEAN CITY, N. J., BY R. 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. STRICT 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 Entertainments 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, Commissioner of Deeds, Real Estate

and General Insurance Agent.

Properties for sale and to rent. Money to loan

on Mortgage. TELEPHONE No. 16.

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, Graveling 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.

Physicians, Druggists, Etc. DR. J. S. WAGGONER, RESIDENT Physician and Druggist, NO. 731 ASBURY AVENUE,

OCEAN CITY, N. J.

Pure Drugs, Fine Stationery, Confectionery, Etc., constantly on hand.

DR. G. W. URQUHART, 2265 North 13th Street, PHILADELPHIA, PA. Attorneys-at-Law.

MORGAN HAND, ATTORNEY AND COUNSELOR 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 WOODRULL, 310 Market St., Camden, N. J. Solicitor of Ocean City. Bakers, Grocers, Etc. JACOB SCHUFF,

(Successor to A. E. Mahan,)

THE PIONEER BAKERY, No. 703 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, specifi-

cations 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 receive 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 Boilery, 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 drainage 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 pion-

eers 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 operation 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 personal effort and judiciosu advertising can accomplish.

Fisher's Real Estate Office occupies the most prominent business 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 1000 physicians have used 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 interfered with, and treatment is actually a pleasure. You simply inhale the Compound Oxygen and get it directly into the circulation, where it will do the most good--where your system can absorb every atom of it without and 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 over-

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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 that the Compound Oxygen had certainly done won-

ders for me. It has also relieved me of the dreadful spells I used to have. I firmly believe that I would have gone into consumption last winter, after I had pneumonia, if I had not taken the Compound Oxygen. I must say that I am in better health than ever before since I was a child, and all from your Compound Oxygen Treatment. I feel that I can never say half enough in its praise and of the great good it has done me. Mrs. J. E. Wood. Marianna, Ark.

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About two years ago I commenced using Compound Oxygen, as proposed by Drs. Starkey & Palen. I was suffering from throat and lung troubles, the left lung having had an abscess; and having tried all other remedies known to me, I was induced to try your remedy. It cured me permanently, and I rejoice that it was ever made known to me. It has done everything for me I could have asked. I have recommended it to several others, who have tried it and been benefited. I recommend it with the greatest confidence. Frankfort, Ky. Mrs. Rev. H. W. Kavanaugh. Drs. Starkey & Palen, Philadelphia, Pa. 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.

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Sedgwick, Mo. Mrs. K. A. Porter. Drs. Starkey & Palen, Philadelphia, Pa.

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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, clergy-

men and physicians. Frances E. Willard says of it: "We are warmly friendly to this move-

ment 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 evidence of success as older institutions in other places. Those afflicted 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. Sal Small, Hon. Walter Thomas Mills, James R. Hobbs, Gen. S. R. Single-

ton, 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 easy 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 90 per cent. of applicants, and they are as proud as we are to be interviewed 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 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. WHERE ARE THEY? Come near, O sun--O south wind, blow, And be the winter's captives freed. Where are the springs of long ago? Drive under ground the lingering snow, And up the greensward legions lead; Come near, O sun--O south wind, blow! Are these the skies we used to know? The budding wood, the fresh blown mead? Come near, O sun--O south wind, blow! The breathing furrow we will sow, And patient wait the patient seed; Come near, O sun--O south wind, blow! The grain of vanished years will grow, But not the vanished years, indeed! Where are the springs of long ago? With sodden leafage, lying low, They are remembrance faintly plead! Come near, O sun--O south wind, blow! Where are the springs of long ago? --Edith M. Thomas. HOW I DIED. I was very sick. I had laid for days that seemed years upon the rack of such pain as only strong men, suddenly broken upon the wheel, may know. Every bone in my body, every nerve, every minute gland of corporeal tissues had been like electric wires and cells surcharged with ethereal agony. At last there had come a benumbed feeling that thrilled like the vibration of harp strings suddenly stilled. I could hear the hum of voices like the far off drone of bees, and the sound seemed soothing me into a strange peace. I was aware that somebody passed a light before my eyes, and after repeating the action several times replace the night lamp on the stand without the shade. I knew also that somebody stepped to the window and threw it wide open, while a voice, seemingly borne beyond the confines of space and gathering force as it approached the boundaries of auricular demonstration until it boomed like the deep bass of the sea, uttered these words: "The poor fellow is going fast. Give his spirit a chance to free itself." "Do you believe in that old woman rot?" asked another, and from the region of enchanted drowsiness where I seemed to linger I caught myself listening for the third voice, which I seemed to know would speak next. And I didn't listen in vain, for even while I struggled with the unseen forces that were hurrying me away a woman's voice, clear and strong and sweet as the notes of a bell that was forever ringing in my ear, said: "We believe in God's mercy, and we believe that this poor pain racked body is about to throw open the door by which the spirit goes free; if a closed window hinder its going, we will throw every window in the old hospital as wide as the sky." “And give the rest of the poor devils in the ward a chance to catch a mortal chill," responded the second voice. "You are as consistent as the rest of your sex, Miss Brady." While the echo of the head doctor's voice beat the air in circles of receding sound, I suddenly ceased to think, to hear, to feel, to be. And yet I was. I knew by some newly developed sense that I lay mute and white upon the cot which had supported my body so long, and that the fragrance of a prayer floated through the awful stillness of the room. It had no form nor sound, and yet something within me perceived it, as the languid senses perceive the fragrance of newly mown hay upon a serene June morning. A continuous pageant of the most seraphic vision unfurled in endless progression before me. I saw the green hills of my childhood's home lift themselves like emerald bubbles in s haze of enchanted air. I saw the sapphire of the sea set in a rim of violet dawns and daffodil noons. I saw the stretch of desert sands like drifts of snow within the compass of a lonely land. And in the midst of their bewildering vision I suddenly saw a gleaming slab within a windowless room, where something long and white and still was lying. Drops of ice were forming on the edges of the slab, and a death cold stream was purling across its shining surface. Something that was not a voice, and which made itself manifest to me through other channels than the ear, spoke lightly of the grave wherein I soon should lie. “We will bury him tonight," it seemed to say, "there will be no friends to interfere, and there are too many dying these few days past to keep 'stiffs' over a half day." "But the law grants even a 'stiff' its rights," responded the womanly voice I had learned to know, "we have no right to bury him with such indecent

haste."

“Right or no right, law or no law, he'll have to get out of this tonight," replied the first voice. The contention had no effect upon the something within my ice bound frame which still held its mysterious connection with sentient life. That filament, fine as the gossamer shred by which the spider binds together the ether and the rose, seemed an electric wire charged with messages from an unseen world. I could hear the rise and fall of angelic choruses, like the deep of songful seas, and clear and sweet and distinct, above them all, I heard the woman's voice I learned from out the cold embrace of death to note.

"He shall not be buried tonight, nor yet tomorrow, if that flush continues on his face." "What flush are you talking about?" responded the doctor, bringing the light he carried nearer the face that lay upon the marble slab, where the ice drops were forming, crystal by crystal, like the beads one threads upon a growing strand. "Why, the flush we both have noticed

since we stood here. I knew by the intent gaze you bestowed upon what generally demands but a passing glance that you discovered it when I did, and I demand that the body be removed to the ward until we investigate the case." "That flush is only the reflection of your red dress," laughed the doctor. "You are wasting time," said the nurse. "I shall call a stretcher to carry this living man out of the morgue. Afterward we may resume our conversa-

tion."

"You shall do nothing of the sort," replied the doctor, placing his hand as he spoke upon the outstretched arm of the nurse with compelling force. "You have made a fool of yourself over this fellow the first. Not a hanger on in the ward but what noticed your interest in his handsome face. You are bound to me by ties yon cannot break, and rather than see you under the enchantment of this fellow again I simply will smother the feeble pulse of life that lingers in his veins and make a surety of his death." “You may be a villain, but you are not coward, Dr. Ware,” replied the woman, whose hand he still held. “To refuse to give this man the chance to live would be the most despicable act of your life, and, so help me God, I will denounce you as a murderer before the first justice I can find if you do not instantly summon assistance and remove this body from this place." “Not so fast, my dear. Every moment's delay extinguishes more and more the chance for life, and if the attendants we shall summon find a dead man on the slab who will believe your hysterical story in the face of my statement that no sign of life existed? Women nurses are not in favor just at present with the board; they are too sensational, too emotional, too indiscreet. Your bravado will eventuate only in your own disgrace." With the bound of a cat, the nurse, while he was yet speaking, broke from the doctor's detaining hold and reached the door. Quick as thought she opened it and flew down the long corridor. Shall the future eternities hold for me another moment fraught with such pain as thrilled my tortured limbs when the doctor's malignant face bent above my sealed eyes, and although conscious of a vast reserve power I felt myself unable to move the lightest member or lift by a single hair's weight, the closed lids? I felt his fingers press the delicate anatomy of my throat, and I knew that he was seeking to throttle the little life left in my body. Every drop of blood became a spear of flame to thrust my quivering flesh, and the effort I made to groan started what seemed to me to be showers of hot blood from every pore. The sound of hurrying feet and clamoring voices staid the doctor's hand before its full purpose was accomplished, and raising himself from his sitting posture he greeted the newcomers with a brisk: "Hurry up, boys! I thought Miss Brady had fallen asleep on the way. Lift this fellow up quickly and carry him to the ward. He is good for a long lease of life yet." I never knew how the doctor and Miss Brady adjusted their quarrel. Both retained their respective positions for some time after my recovery to health and removal to a western city, where a stroke of long delayed good luck reknit the raveled edge of my finances and placed me above want. Miss Brady finally resigned her position at my suggestion and joined me in my western home as my beloved wife. Of the doctor's well farings or ill farings we neither of us knew aught from that day onward and forever.--New York World.

Hints For Roadbuilders.

To intelligently locate roads for a county, for instance, there should be a map on a large scale showing water courses, railway stations, towns and their population and the population per square mile for different sections. Having determined the general direction and extent of the road, the problems of grade, drainage, adaptability of the soil for road purposes and minor considerations may present themselves before a definite location may be determined. The amount of grade in a country road should properly depend upon the character of the country and traffic. Grades should never be level and never very steep. It is better to go around a steep hill than over it. Steep short cuts may be convenient for neighborhood roads, but never for main thoroughfares. Clayey surface may be helped by the addition of sand and sandy surface by the addition of clay. With regard to drainage, ample and well graded side ditches with abundant outlets for storm water should be supplied. The effort should be to construct a narrow good road—not a wide common road. The layout should be wide, but the graded portion narrow. Grounded surfacing was good and broken trap rock still better. The road surface should be, in fact, a traffic bearing, waterproof roof over the dirt road, slightly yielding or malleable under heavy loads, but sufficiently firm not to break.--Minneapolis Tribune.

A Governor's Sentiments. It is told of Governor (now Senator) Z. B. Vance that being in a hotly contested engagement in the late civil war he saw a hare between the lines running for life, when he explained: "Go it, Mollie White Tail. If I were not governor of North Carolina, I would run too."--Richmond Dispatch.

A big raft on the Joggins pattern, containing 3,500,000 feet of timber, was successfully launched at Fort Bragg, Cal., not long ago.

ODDS AND ENDS. London has 9,000 sailors. Among the British nobility 19 per cent are childless. New Zealand Knights of Labor will try co-operation. Bayonets were first made at Bayonne, France, in 1647. Three may keep a secret if two of them are dead.--Franklin. A watch carried by Emperor Charles V in 1530 weighed 27 pounds. When packing dresses, put paper between the folds to prevent creasing. The police system in all its branches costs England nearly $20,000,000 a year. If cattle leave of feeding and chase each other around the pasture, expect rain.

Don't place an easel with a large picture thereon in the middle of the parlor floor. Long visits should be like angels' visits in one respect at least--few and far between. The father of Turner, the printer of the "Slave Ship," was a barber and hairdresser. In 1875 the number of telegraph messages in Great Britain amounted to 20,000,000. A diamond brooch is appropriate with a black reception dress that is not trimmed with crape. An old proverb says, "If you listen at all, take the first advice of a woman, not the second." Both mandibles of the parrot's break are movable, but most birds are able to move only one. The Chineee for actual use carry handkerchiefs of paper, which are immediately discarded. Love cannot be justly said to be all tomfoolery. There is a certain percentage of life elixir discoverable therein. If horses stretch out their necks and sniff the air and assemble in the corner of a field with their heads to leeward, look for rain. Bound to be Heard From. Harlem has always been noted for the bright youngsters who run around its ozone laden precincts, and it now holds one especially bright boy from whom all New York may expect to hear in the next dozen years. He lives on Lenox avenue and has to amuse himself on its level pavements a velocipede, an express wagon, a pair of roller skates, a big iron hoop and a pretty little sister. Mosts boys would be satisfied to play with one, or at most two, of these articles at a time, but not this youngster. He is a firm believer in the doctrine of getting the greatest amount of good out of the greatest number of things in the shortest amount of time, and this is the way in which I saw him carrying out his principles a few days ago: He strapped on his skates, hitched his wagon to his velocipede, put his little sister in the wagon, bestrode the velocipede, started off with a few strokes of his skates, and while steering the machine with one hand guided the hoop with the other. The other and less progressive boys of the neighborhood watch him with an expression in which awe and envy were nicely blended, and his parents came out to brag about his ingenuity. His little sister thinks there is no one like "Bruvver Jack."--New York Herald.

Peculiar Plant Lice. Livingstone tells of a species of aphis, or plant louse, which inhabits the fig trees of Africa, which constantly distil water until it forms in great puddles on the ground underneath. There seems to be some contention among naturalists as to whether this insect distils its water from the sap of the plant which it infests or the atmosphere. Livingstone found some of them at work on a caster bean plant and set about making an experiment. When first surprised at their work, distillation was going on at the rate of one drop every 67 seconds, or about 54 tablespoonfuls every 24 hours. He destroyed the bark of the plant below them, and although it is known that sap most come from the earth they were actually distilling a drop every five seconds, the flow bring 13 times greater than it was the day before. He then girdled the plant so deeply that it dried and broke off. Still the little colony of insect wonder kept at work, regularly distilling one drop every five seconds, while another colony on a green twig only managed to distil a drop every 17 seconds.—St. Louis Republic.

Forming Squares. It is remarkable that recent tactics in the Soudan, when we formed squares to resist the rush of our fanatical opponents, are simply a copy of those which Napoleon was compelled to adopt in that part of the world nearly a century ago. The Mamelukes, who were his most dangerous antagonists, were better trained and better mounted than any cavalry he had to bring against them, and, moreover, greatly outnumbered the French squadrons. He was obliged, therefore, to rely entirely on his artillery and infantry, and these were formed into squares, will the guns at the at the angles, just as our troops were drawn up to stem the rushes at El Teb and Tamal. At Ulundi our formation was the same, and, like us on that occasion, we read that Napoleon placed his baggage and cavalry in the center of the square, and when the foe was beaten launched the horsemen to the pursuit just as we loose our squadrons on the Zulus.--Saturday Review.