VOL. XIII.

OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, APRIL 27, 1893.

NO. 4.

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.

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, 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 speciality. 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 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 Boilers, 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 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 operation of its Real Estate, has extraordinary opportunities for the transaction of all kinds of Real Estate and Insurance 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 judcious 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.,

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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 oneat 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. THE PATIENT SEASONS. How patiently the seasons bide their time! No murmur from the bud that months ago Was ready, where the earth inclined, to blow; The birds are happy in their chosen clime. No doubt there are communings 'neath the snow, And some bright eyes that never close in sleep,

And some sharp ears that listen well and keep Sweet hope alive in little hearts below. Then let the winter wear itself away, Borne thither on the breast of freighted rills;

A dream of spring has touched the constant hills. And made the valleys patient of delay. --Mary A. Mason in Youth's Companion.

ABE AND AUSTIN.

Austin and I were sitting up with the corpse. Abe had been a stiff since 8 o'clock, and it was then six hours later. We were cattlemen--cowboys they would call us east--living in a ranch on the Pecos in Texas. Abe was lying on a buffalo robe over against the wall, where he died. He had been grunting around

for several days complaining of his old wound. He was taking a drink when I went out in the afternoon to salt some deer; when I came back, he was dead. Austin and I straightened him out and threw a saddle blanket over him. We closed his eyes, but left his head out. It seemed more natural like. Austin was sitting facing the corpse. I had my back that way. We were playing freezeout poker for yearling heifers. All of a sudden there was a noise over by the corpse that made us both start. It sounded like two knocks on the floor. We dropped our cards and went over. Everything was all right. I said it must have been a prairie dog or gopher--we had no cats nor rats around there. Austin was horribly scared. He swallowed a larger drink of whisky than usual. We went back to our game, and presently we heard the rap again--this time louder. We up again and went over. All was quiet as a quit mining camp. Austin was shaking all over, and he says, "D---- if I take any stock in spirits outside of the jug!" Then he took another drink and banged out of the ranch. When he came in, he says, "We'll have a norther tomorrow."

We didn't play any more. We sat there talking about whether we better start Jose (our cook) out on the range to round up the boys for the planting. Presently Austin says, "Did Abe ever say anything to you about being married?" "No, he didn't," says I. "If he's married, some one ought to get word to his woman." Then we kept still a spell. Then Austin says: "Was Abe married?" "I know nothing about him," says I. After a little I says to Austin, "Was Abe married?" "I know nothing about him," he says, and then he went off of his box onto the floor as if a broncho had kicked him. I jumped up to help him, and as I did so I saw Abe (the corpse) sitting up on that buffalo skin looking powerful mad. His lip was curled up like he was trying to hiss something, and his arm was stretched out, and one long bony fin-

ger was pointing at Austin, who lay knocked out on the floor. I don't want any encore to that act. I was so scared I couldn't smoke. I bent over and shook Austin, but he seemed like dead. As I went over to the jug to get something to help him, I saw Abe was lying just as we had fixed him, and the blanket looked as if it had not been disturbed. I took about five fingers my-

self, then poured some into Austin. The first thing he did when he came to was to look at his shooter. Then he walked over to the corpse and 'peared to be examining the blanket. Then he says: "That's the second of those d---- strokes I've had. I guess the next will fetch me." I didn't tell him what I'd seen, and I didn't ask him what he'd seen. It didn't always pay to ask questions. Austin drank right along--a drink between drinks--and an hour later he fell over on the floor. I threw a robe over him. I didn't feel any too good sitting there alone after what I'd seen, and I took more than I should have myself. I don't remember much about going to bed. The first thing I knew was Austin shaking me and saying, "Bill, where the devil's Abe got to?" I got up and looked around. There was the buffalo skin, but no Abe, and his Winchester was missing. We called in Jose. He'd seen nothing out of the way. We both felt far from comfortable and decided to ride up to the next ranch and tell the boys there. When we caught up our ponies, there was Abe's sorrel as big as life. We didn't come back to the ranch for a week. Then we were so played out and sick nothing could have scared us, but both of us kept wondering where Abe had gone.

Two years afterward Austin rode into Cheyenne from the Crazy Woman's fork, where we were then living. We went into Talbot's saloon. The barroom was separated from the theatre part by a plain board partition.

We sat down at a table in the barroom and called for liquor. There was a long haired, heavily whiskered man who looked like a bullwhacker stretched out on a bench. He looked as if he were

sleeping. We'd taken several drinks, and I got to thinking of old times and somehow of Abe. "Do you ever think of Abe now?" I says. "Indeed I do, often," says Austin. "I'll never rest till I know what became of him." Just as he said this the bullwhacker rose up and says: "Mr. Williams, or Austin, if you prefer it, you may rest from this date. I am Abe!" Austin reached for his gun, but Abe caught his arm and said, quietlike: "Hold on a minute. If you want any shooting later, I'll give you a show." Then he turned

to me and said: "Years ago, back in the states, Williams here and I loved the same girl. Her parents did not approve of either of us. She made me think she loved me, and she led Austin to believe he was the favorite. She finally con-

sented to a secret marriage with me, and we slipped away, saying nothing. "Somehow the report got back to her home that I had taken her off under the promise of marriage and had then deserted her. Austin never recognized me up to the day of my supposed death, but I knew him the first time he showed up at our ranch on the Pesos. After you went out that afternoon I felt very sick and really thought I was dying, so I turned to Austin and said, 'Williams, I'm John Walker.' Quick as a cat he was on me. I couldn't get my gun, and he had me by the throat, so I couldn't

speak. He choked me, as he supposed, to death. The next thing I remember was hearing you two talking about me as if I were dead. I really felt not far from it.

"When Austin, in answer to your question, said he knew nothing about me, it made me mad, and I rose up to tell him he lied. The sight of me knocked him senseless. I knew then I was supposed to be a corpse. When you both had turned in drunk, I crawled to the jug and took enough to strengthen me. Then I slipped out, mounted the first cow pony I found and rode away. I did not feel like fighting Austin--in fact, he would not have touched me had he waited to hear me--and I thought my disappear-

ance would worry him some." Again Austin reached for his revolver. "Wait," said Abe, "until I finish. I married the girl and treated her as white as a woman ever was treated, but five months afterward she ran away with a blooming drummer. I hear the music tuning up. Come inside. I have some-

thing to show Austin there."

Abe purchased the tickets, and we entered the partially filled room which was doing duty as a theater. A rude stage was constructed at the end of the room, and a few men seated on boxes before it were grinding out of their cracked and discordant instruments an air that recalled "Rise Up, Willie Riley." Presently the large canvas wagon sheet that served as a drop curtain was raised, and a gaudily and scantily dressed and roughly painted woman marched to the center of the stage and burst forth in a song that would not have been tolerated east of the Platte.

Austin's eyes were riveted upon her. At first surprise was seen in his face, then nausea. Abe was watching him. Presently the latter said: "If you envy me now, Mr. Williams, I will go outside, and you may shoot me." But Austin extended his hand to Abe, and we left the building together.--Philadelphia Times.

"Please Wipe Your Feet." Please wipe your feet! This is the leg-

end that good health and manners require should be written on the entrance of public or private buildings. Awful is the condition of our streets, and more awful in the eyes of good housekeepers is the nastiness brought into the dwelling, be it rich or poor, on the feet of those who walk them. How vile this composite is can only be appreciated by those who try to clean it from the carpets and to keep the house free from its impure consequences. Health demands extra care in a matter that is regarded as trivial in the dry season, but the injunction to wipe the feet on a door mat is one to be inculcated early in life. Careless children make careless adults, and it is these bemuddied persons who might practice that law of the Mohammedan, which commands men to remove their slippers on entering the mosque or a house where there are lives to be respected, with excellent results. In some carpeted hotels the floors are covered with cloth, but in private houses this protection is not possible, and the housemaid grumbles as much as the mistress to find her well swept rooms and stairs now stained and soiled by unwiped feet. --Boston Globe. Prison Poetry. Probably the mass of prison poetry

which has been written on stools and

bedposts and scratched on prison walls far exceeds that which has found expression on paper, and many a "mute, inglorious Milton" has begun and finished his political career with these "lost to sight" productions. There is in existence a short poem, said to have been scratched by a maniac on the wall of his cell, which runs thus: Could I with ink the ocean fill, Were all the world of parchment made, Were every reed on earth a quill, And every man a scribe by trade, To write the love of God alone Would drain that ocean dry. Nor could the scroll contain the whole, Though stretched from sky to sky. The authenticity of this being the work of a maniac has often been questioned because of the beauty of its expression and its sound reason, but the story stands.--All the Year Round. Electrical Sunstroke. It is now claimed that there is such a

thing as electrical sunstroke. The workers around electrical furnaces in which metal aluminum is produced suffer from them. The intense light causes painful congestions, which cannot be wholly prevented by wearing deep colored glasses. --New York Evening Sun. "Crank" is not an American word. It has been in common use in Derbyshire for a generation, and it is still often heard. It is used to describe a man who has fads, fancies and notions outside the common run of those of his neighbors. THE "SPOTTER" MUST GO. Street Car Conductors Are Too Familiar With His Ways to Be Caught. "The railroad spotter has about outlived his usefulness and will soon have to seek another occupation," was the remark of a Broadway street car conductor. "Nearly all the spotters in the city are now known personally to all the conductors, for the new men are introduced to the conductors by means of a secret

code of signals while they are being

'broke in.'" The system of checking is also so well understood that the moment a new spotter commences he is himself spotted and laughed at. The most popular method is to read a book and to turn over a page every time a passenger enters a car or

pays his fare.

Many of the ladies who skim through a book carelessly as they ride on a car are spotters, and some of them are so careless that they use the same book day after day, never thinking that it must be spotted and detected. Other spotters of both sexes use a row of pins, and acting as though they were nervous transfer them from one part of their vest to another, taking care to move one every time a passenger gets on. Taking notes on shirt wristbands is much simpler and really attracts less attention, but it does not possess the desired mysteriousness

and is seldom done.

A book could be written on the jokes that are played on spotters after they become well known to the conductors. To accost one of these worthies personally and ask if the register is all right is an act resorted to in retaliation for special meanness, and the sting of this lies in the fact that the spotter knows that discharge will follow if the company knows he has been recognized. Another plan is to purposely omit to ring up fares, but to keep careful track of the number taken. The spotter takes note of the omission and prepares a report to the superintendent. In the meantime the conductor has rung up the fares, doing so the moment the spotter got off, and when the report is compared with the trip sheets it is found that the mistake has been made not by the man reported, but by the man or woman making the report. But the conscientious spotter is not so much to be feared. The spotter who makes the lives of conductors miserable is the one who guesses. Instead of keeping actual tab of the number of passengers some spotters will make an estimate and actually base a report on it. This is as ridiculous as unjust, for while the trip cars are out the crowds are so large that the conductor himself could not make even an approximate guess as to the numbers of fares taken. Still some of the detectives in embryo will assume the ability of doing this, and more than one man has gone out into the world with a slur on his reputation for honesty because of this combination of idleness and conceit.--New York Telegram.

Double Stars.

It seemed impossible for many years to find the parallax of a single star, an essential element in determining its distance and consequently its mass. Bessel in 1838 found the parallax of 61 Cygni and from it computed its distance to be seven light years, or that it takes seven

years for its light to reach the earth.

This star, the nearest to the earth in

the northern heavens, is a small fifth magnitude star in the Swan. Its components, nearly equal in size, are of the fifth and sixth magnitudes, shining with a white light tinged with yellow. The components of many binary systems are of different colors. Beta Signi, a double star, displays the exquisite combination of a topaz yellow and a sapphire blue. Epsilon Lyrae is a quadruple star. It is called a naked eye double, since the eye just separates it into two compo-

nents. These can be again separated, giving a double double or quadruple star. Sigma Orionis is a multiple star. Each of its two principal components is triple and its leading member can be again divided into two stars. These seven minute telescopic objects are suns of great size and splendor and of every variety of col-or.--Youth's Companion.

The Childs Glacier. One of the great glaciers of north Greenland has been named after Mr. George W. Childs by Professor Heilprin, the leader of the Peary relief expedition. While the members of that party were

engaged in their mission they spent some

time in a large and beautiful bay, which is called after Mr. Sonteg, one of Dr. Hayes' party, who lost his life in that neighborhood while on an exploring trip. At the head of this bay are two large and particularly handsome glaciers, one emptying into the waters from the north side and the other from the south. The latter seemed to afford exceptional opportunities of testing a much mooted question whether it is possible to reach the great interior ice cap by means of these frozen rivers with the usual impediments of arctic travelers, and Professor Heilprin decided to attempt the work, which was carried out successfully, all the members of the party taking part except two, one of whom was laid up through a slight accident. This glacier is the one on which the name of George W. Childs has been bestowed.--St. Louis Globe-Democrat. Statistical reports show that the value of sheep flocks is greater by $42,000,000 in 1892 than in 1870. It has been said that a fool may ask a question that a wise man cannot answer, yet both may be better for the question.