VOL. XIII.

OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, MAY 11,1893.

NO. 6.

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

NO. 734 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 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. 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, 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 telephone 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 & Emblamer, 427 Market Street, CAMDEN, N. J. TELEPHONE 106.

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. What's the matter with Ocean City? She's booming, that's all. New water supply system; new electric street railroad; electric lights; new hotels; new cottages; new tenants and new guests; everything is on the jump, and Fisher is rushing the business. Call and see him, and put your money in Ocean City before things get up to the top notch. Fisher is 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.

FOR RENT—Having very extensive and influential connections, he has superior advantages in bringing those who have properties to rent and those who require them together, and at present has so rue of the finest cottages and other houses on his books at liberal prices. FOR SALE—Long experience and personal dealing in Real Estate has made him expert in values of both improved and unimproved property. Occasionally even in such a prosperous town as ours some one wants to change or get out. Then we help them by helping some one else to a bargain. From Ocean front to Bay, and all between, you can be suited with fine corners or central building lots. A few cottages, new and well built, now offered at cost. Write for information of the Lot Club. Headquarters for every househunter and investor, Fisher’s Real Estate Office, the most prominent corner in Ocean City. Insurances placed on most advantageous terms in best companies. For any information on any subject connected with any business enterprise write freely

to

Robert Fisher, Ocean City, N. J.

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Now that science has proved beyond a shadow of doubt that Intemperance or Dipsomania is a

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We have organized a Temperance Extension Fund to be used in easy installments, after being restored. By so doing we can 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. ELENORA DUSE. Madonna, of the deepest source of tears, The charm is thine; e'en in thy mirth doth dwell Some inspiration from that somber well, Where only in reflection joy appears. Thine eyes are like two lustrous midnight spheres, And in them all the storms of passion swell, Until, obedient to some sudden spell, Love's star gleams softly and all heaven clears. Actress, enchantress or whate'er thou art, By what strange power dost thou upon the stage The one soul seem where real emotions range, And we but mimes who coldly play a part? Only by thee such miracles are done, Rare Duse, thou whose heart and art are one. --Henry Tyrrell in New York Sun. THE ART STUDENT. I've had some interesting experiences, I can tell you. It's not a bad life, on the whole, but at first it used to be very annoying in some ways. To begin with, they planted me down in such a draft and in the worst light possible, so that I could not see anything, nor could any one see me, and then they would not give me a new pedestal--they tried to palm off on me one that belonged to a discarded Nereld, which made me look top heavy, as it was much too small. However, one day a waiter, who was rushing past with a soup tureen (it was when I stood close to the door of the refreshment room in the gallery, you know), tumbled up against me and smashed a great piece of the pedestal. Afterward, when every one had gone and the place was quiet, I just leaned over to one side a bit and slid down. Hurt myself? Oh, dear, no! I chipped my lyre rather. There was a fuss next morning when the curator came round. That waiter got into no end of a row and had to pay for my new pedestal and lyre. It was a pity I couldn't explain, but he was a poor fool, and I wasn't sorry to see him sacked for his disrespectful clumsiness. There was a little student who came to draw here, a little bit of a thing, with a sallow face and a slight limp. She was always shabby. Her gloves (one button black kid) were very much cracked. She wore a battered black straw hat which had outlived the picturesque stage, with a wreath of limp, streaky roses round the crown, even in midwinter. Her dress, such as it was, was gray linsey, and her poor little square toed boots were patched and repatched. The only points about her were her clean collar and her big, hungry eyes. She worked for the gallery, and I heard her say she gives lessons. I know the pay is very small, because she doesn't have half enough to eat, and she certainly cannot afford to ride or drive, because on rainy days her feet are so muddy. She has very little talent. It is only by dint of sheer obstinancy she manages to draw decently. Some time ago a young man came here pretty frequently for several months. He's a fine, handsome fellow, very like that sturdy Discobulus you see straitght in front of you. By Jupiter! that boy can draw! I could tell he had it in him the first time I saw him handle a crayon. The little lame student was passing him one day, looking more tired than ever, and she tripped over the edge of a barrier that had been put to screen off the Laocoon family, who were undergoing repairs, when down went everything with a clatter, including the poor little soul herself. The other student, whom I will call "The Boy" for distinction, was up in a moment, had put her on her feet again, and picked up all the dispersed articles with a reassuring "All right!" before you could ejaculate "Mercury." She pulled herself together enough

to whisper "Thank you," and limped away.

Next day she came early and worked assiduously. The Boy was there too. He did not notice her, he was so busy. Presrutly he felt a timid pull at his sleeve and looked up. "Hullo," he said, with that sunny smile of his; "I beg your pardon, can I do anything for you?" "W-would you l-l-let me look at your drawing?" she faltered. “Certainly, but there is nothing to see." Well, they chatted a hit after that and compared notes till the ice was fairly broken, so the time flew and the little gray student found she had forgotten all about that tiresome foot of the Hermes which wouldn't come right. After that day they conversed pretty freely. Meanwhile I noticed a great change in her--though she still looked pinched and tired her eyes began to have a new light in them, the white collar was discarded for a black lace ruffle, the poor tired roses disappeared too, and in their place I noticed a large black feather, which, it is true, soon lost its curl and had certainly seen better days, but still she thought it looked smart, and that cheered her, poor little soul. The gloves, too, were new, or else she had managed to ink over the

purple cracks.

Some days she was there alone, and then she would look wistfully from time to time toward the door. Once, when a step came swinging down the corridor, she gave a little start, but it was only an attendant, who was a conceited man with nothing to do, and he came in and bullied her and made himself perfectly odious. I would have set my dog at him, only fortunately the Boy turned up at the right moment and sent the wretch flying. I couldn't resist whispering to my Venus what a smart fellow he was,

and she nodded approvingly.

When these two got tired of work the Boy would sit and talk to her by the hour together. Sometimes it was art, "shop," sometimes poetry or scraps of science wonders and often odds and ends of mythology, over which last he got

considerably mixed at times, till one day I was in such fits that Venus thought

they would hear and snubbed me fear-

fully.

This went on for a couple of months or

so, and then the Boy left off drawing here. The little gray figure plodded in and out bravely, but I could see her bite her lips to keep back the tears of disappointment and longing for human intercourse and sympathy. At last one day she dropped the pencil and sprang up, walking to and fro and up and down;

then with a sudden movement flung her arms around the feet of my beloved Venus

and wailed, “Oh, dear, kind God, make me good, and make me patient, and clever, and wise—clever and wise." She lay there quite still, with her head on the marble, and I saw a tear fall from the eyes of the lovely goddess and glisten in the girl's dull hair like a moonstone. The little gray student lifted up her head pitifully and looked up into the sweet, grave, but (alas! for her) sightless eyes.

"I am not beautiful like you," she

moaned pathetically, "but I will be pa-

tient and good."

One morning I heard a soft laugh behind me, and then the Boy's voice. He passed me with a tall, fair girl. They passed in front of a bust of Socrates. "So you don't think much of him?" she

said reproachfully.

“No. Why should I?" said the Boy. "But he is a philosopher and a great

man," she urged.

The Boy looked straight into her eyes. "But he didn't know you, sweetheart," he said, putting a strong arm round her. “Don't you know by this time that for me all art, all knowledge, all philosophy is bound up in a single word--you--who are love and philosophy and all art and

beauty incarnate?"

There was a tremulous silence for a few minutes. Only Venus and I heard the deep, quick breaths coming from the huddled little figure concealed behind a pillar. The Boy and the fair girl passed out, she leaning on his arm and looking half roguishly, half tenderly up to him. It was then that I looked around for the little gray student. She seemed stunned. After a minute she pushed back her easel, rose to her feet and came forward, groping with her hands in a blind, bewildered fashion, then fell prone at the foot of the Venus. And the sunshine flickered lovingly down on the shabby, gray linsy and the rich mosaics on the floor. Some one came in a few hours later

and carried her away gently. She has never returned.

No, I don't blame the Boy. It wasn't anybody's fault in particular. He was kind to her because he couldn't help it; he was as sympathetic as the tenderest woman, and much too good and simple souled to play with her feelings. It was just one of those cases where "nobody knew."

Going? That's a pity; you're such a

good listened. Come again another day, and I'll tell you some more.--New York Recorder. "High" Game. Dr. Wynter Blyth, the medical officer of health for Marylebone, is the sworn enemy of high game, on the perfectly consistent ground that no valid distinction can be drawn between decomposition in the rabbit and the same process in the hare. If one be injurious, he observed, so must be the other, and though he does not venture to suggest the prosecution of venders of game under the sanitary laws, he does not hesitate to describe this culinary eccentricity as a "filthy and disgusting habit." His arguments, however, are double edged. Admitting that decomposing rabbit is fully as injurious as highly flavored pheasant, we are at liberty to argue that as the consumption of high game is seldom followed by toxic symptoms, the prohibition in respect of decomposing meat generally is unnecessary. Common experience seems to show that the products of ordinary decomposition, at any rate in its earlier stage, are destroyed or rendered inert by cooking; otherwise the mortality among the disciples of Lucullus in the upper classes would be phenomenal. The danger lies presumably in the fact that decomposing animal tissues afford a suitable medium for the autocultivation of bacteria other than those of decomposition, the toxic products whereof may resist the influence of a high temperature. We are loath to believe ill of a practice which, if aesthetically objectionable, is hallowed by centuries of apparent im-munity.--London Medical Press. On the Track of the Microbe. Science is pressing relentlessly on the heels of the microbe. The latest method of coping with this minute but potent source of disease is to literally cast it out of the abiding place in which it has installed itself. Micro organisms contain

substances for the most part heavier

than water, and this fact has led to the introduction of a method of separating them from water, milk and other liquids by centrifugal force. A speed of about

4,000 revolutions a minute serves to clear

a large number of microbes from the liquid and render it limpid.--Exchange. Hard on Johnny. Mamma--No, Johnny; one piece of pie is quite enough for you. Johnny--It's funny. You say you are anxious that I should learn to eat properly, yet you won't give me a chance to practice.--Texas Siftings. All Gone. He--We had a terrible storm at sea coming over, and I was quite alarmed. She--Did you retain your presence of mind? He--No. That went with the rest.--Life. ODDS AND ENDS. Fine bottles don't make fine wines. Vanity is the quicksand of reason.--George Sand. A resident of Empire, Nev., carries a watch 600 years old. Perhaps if we cry "Mice!" to the hoopskirt we can frighten it off. A human skull as large as a bushel basket has been found in Sicily. There are any number of men who are perfectly friendless in this world. The man who talks much about himself will always have a tired audience. Love is so closely allied to war that its fullest expression is an appeal to arms. In England the new fancy is to have the family crest on the outside of the cup and saucer. "A good wife, a good mule and a good goat are three bad animals," is an ungallant French saying. A boa in the Central park menagerie, New York city, has not tasted food in

three months, it is reported. Every time a man sins he has one more reason for trying to prove that the church is full of hypocrites. Many hands make light work. This accounts for the rapidity with which the hands of a gas meter get around. When a man has carved out his own fortune, he is apt to have become so used to the knife as to cut his old friends. The population of the Sandwich Islands is about 85,000, of whom 35,000 are natives, 15,000 Chinese and 20,000 Japanese. An appropriate wedding occurred

when a Mr. Carpenter married a Miss Whetstone recently in Bates county, Mo. In the "Natural History of Cheshire" mention is made of a woman 70 years of age who had two horns on her head, each 11 inches long. The grinder of a small organ about town has a placard hanging to himself soliciting alms because he is "old and nearsighted."

Where Egrets Come From. Many ladies who wear the pretty, delicate plume of the egret on their bonnets do so in the belief that this ornament is manufactured by the milliners from common feathers. Mr. W. H. Hudson, author of "The Naturalist In La Plata," who has too often witnessed the slaughter of the white heron for its feathers, corrects this little mistake. Whatever part the art of millinery may take in combining and arranging the egret plume the material itself is the spoil of cruelty. Nature made it the “nuptial adornment" of the parent bird, and it is sought for and stolen at the season of its growth by unfeeling men who profit by catering to fashionable vanity. Mr. Hudson says that the egrets are in nearly all cases actually made of the slender feathers that grow at one time of the year on the egret's back and droop gracefully over the back and tail of the bird. Those who engage in the business of procuring these plumes know that to obtain a good supply with little trouble the birds must be taken when the breeding season is well advanced. The best time to attack them is when the young birds are fully fledged and not yet able to fly, for at that time the solicitude of the parent birds is greatest, and forgetful of their own danger they are most readily made victims. When the killing is finished and the few handfuls of coveted feathers have been plucked out, the slaughtered birds are left in a white heap to fester in the sun and wind and in sight of their orphaned young that cry for food and are not fed.

Two Letters. An industrious young man who looks after the correspondence in a Wall street banking house is an adept and enthusiastic manipulator of a typewriting machine. His sister, a self reliant girl of more than ordinary cleverness, is employed as a stenographer and typewriter in a large manufacturing establishment in Buffalo. The young man mailed a bulky letter to his sister, with whom he is fond of joking, and as a smart reminder of April Fool's day he inclosed two large sheets of foolscap paper. On one sheet he wrote, "Ha! ha! He! he! April 1," and the other sheet contained the words, "Now you owe me a good long letter--a long one, mind you." A few days ago this funny young man received an express package on which 40 cents charges were due. It looked like a small can of tea, but when opened proved to be a roll of ribbon paper about 10 yards long, on which, in closely written characters, was a long and friendly message from the sister in Buffalo.--New York Times. A Humble Tragedy. If for anybody, life must be a horrid grind for poor old Peter Bennett of

Plymouth, the miser whose $32,800 was spirited away by burglars two or three years ago. Poor old Peter has been in hot water ever since and is now poorer than ever. After his wife died Peter deeded his farm and stock to his stepson on the condition that he (Peter) should have good care and support during the remainder of his life. Now the old man claims that he has been neglected and ill treated and the bargain has been broken. He has gone to the home of relatives for shelter for the present and promises to appeal to the courts. "A Humble Tragedy" might be made of this singular adventure of Peter Bennett, and it would be one of the most peculiar stories ever told.--Lewiston Journal. There are 17 railroad gauges in use in America.