VOL. XIII.

OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, MAY 18, 1893.

NO. 7.

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,

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, 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 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 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 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 and 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., fur-

nished 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 rail-

road; electric lights; new

hotels; new cottages; new

tenants and new guests; every-

thing 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, in-

timately 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 connec-

tions, he has superior advan-

tages in bringing those who

have properties to rent and

those who require them to-

gether, and at present has some

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, are 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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revealed to this maid a boyish looking fellow, who held carefully in both hands

a flowerpot containing a most beautiful

azalea in the full bloom of its pink blossoms. The maid involuntarily smiled as

she saw the lovely flower, and the smile was answered by an engaging one from the young man. "Is Mrs. Courtland at home?"

"No, sir."

"Mr. Courtland?" "No, sir. They are at the theater." An expression of disappointment crossed the youth's face, and he hesitated as if puzzled. "Won't you step in?" After an instant's bause the man did so, threw a comprehensive glance about him and said, "I promised to deliver

this plant to Mrs. Courtland herself, but it's a long way up, and I believe I'll leave it."

He had one of those pathetic voices in which there is an unconscious appeal, and this, together with his frank blue eye and pleasant manner, created sympathy for his disappointment in the maid's heart. So she received the plant

carefully from him and was about to

place it on a hall chair when the man gently interposed, "Excuse me; I'd rather you'd put it in a safer place."

"Surely," and as the plant was heavy

the maid went slowly down the long hall, turning her back completely. The man dropped a card on the chair, pushed the door to with a loud slam, and with

astonishing agility and lightness sprang up the staircase, disappearing before her return. "Well, he might ha' waited," she muttered, throwing the card into the silver

salver, and the man, who paused in the

hall above, heard her descend into the basement. He smiled, listened, stepped into the dimly lighted library, passed through two dressing rooms into the bedroom beyond, turned up the gas slightly, and with a lightning glance took in the apart-

ment and its appointments. As he had

calculated, the room was prepared for

the night, so he ran little chance of being disturbed.

He touched nothing until he caught sight of a gray coat thrown carelessly over a chair. This he seized, thrust his hand into the inside pocket and drew

forth with evident satisfaction a letter,

which, hastily examining, he kept. He then replaced the coat with precision, lowered the light, listened intently and prepared to descend, when the click of a night key was heard in the lock. The owners of the house had returned. A pause. Footsteps on the stairs. Double portieres draped the doors. He slipped between them.

Mrs. Courtland entered, turned up the

light and with negligent grace threw off a long opera wrap, revealing that she

was a beautiful woman in full evening

dress, tall, slight, blond. For a full

minute she gazed at herself reflected in

the cheval glass, then discontentedly sat

down before it and commenced unclasping the ornaments from dress and hair and arms. A well built man with a plain face and fine carriage entered and stood silently regarding her. "Tired, Gertrude?" Mr. Courtland asked kindly. "No." "Sick?"

"No." "What then?"

"Bored; so bored."

"Why not have gone to the opera?"

"I have heard 'Lohengrin' until I hate it."

"Gertrude," tenderly, "you are not unhappy? You love me?"

"Yes," indifferently. "Then what troubles you?"

"Nothing. Everything is so tedious.

I am weary of people, weary of clothes, weary of myself."

"And weary of me?"

His wife did not answer, perhaps did not hear.

Mr. Courtland pondered intently, looking at her curiously as she unwound a long scarf from her throat. Suddenly he crossed the room, and taking up the gray

coat put his hand into one of the pockets.

"Where is that letter?" "What letter?" asked his wife, startled by the sharp tone of his voice. "The letter I left in the pocket of this coat." The man behind the portieres started.

"I saw no letter," replied Mrs. Courtland, rising. "You have stolen it!" his voice increasing in harshness as with mechanical

courtesy he handed her the scarf she let fall.

"Richard!"

"Stolen it, I say!"

He was a powerful man. His brow grew heavy, his dark eyes glowed, his hands trembled, he looked brutal, and as he strode up to his wife the woman shrank.

"Richard, what is it? Why are you so strange?" The man concealed became intensely interested. Mr. Courtland, seizing his wife's arms, forced her down before him. "Give it up," he spoke thickly. "Richard, I swear I do not understand you." "Give it up," he reiterated. "Heaven help me! He will kill me"--for her husband suddenly made a menacing movement, as though to seize her throat. "Stop!" And with excitement the man burst out from behind the portieres. The three attitudinized in amazed silence. "Who are you?" asked Mr. Courtland. The man hesitated, then answered simply, "Jonas Crane." "Oh!" cried Mrs. Courtland, "take care. He may be armed."

The young man smiles. "I should

think, ma'am," he said quietly, "you'll be more afraid of him than me. If I hadn't'a' thought he'd hurt you, I'd never given myself away." Mrs. Courtland looked bewildered. In her surprise she had forgotten her hus-

band's anger.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

"Well," he replied respectfully, "I'd as lief not say." "Yes, but you must say. You are not a thief?" "No'm." "Well, then, what?" asked Mr. Courtland. "Well, sir," said the youth cheerfully, "I work for Boyton"--naming a swell tailor--"and before he sent your suit home he wore it courtin his lady friend and left a letter in it. It was not the kind of a letter," looking down modestly, "for others to see, and I undertook to get it without lettin you know he'd wore your clothes, but I got rattled when you seemed so mad. The letter wasn't any use to you, was it?" "Yes, Richard, what made you so angry?" "Gertrude," answered her husband. "I expected to find no letter. I was giving a lesson in realism. It was a pre-tense--a little bit of acting to cure my wife's ennui." "Then you was actin, sir," said Jonas doubtfully. "I'm thinkin it'll be for our mutual advantage to say nothin of all this. Good evening, ma'am," and with a polite little boy Jonas Crane walked down stairs, and they heard him shut the front door softly behind him. "Well, Gertrude," said Mr. Courtland hopefully, "was the end of your evening successful? If it pleases you, tomorrow I'll try something in the comic line--do a little dance, dally with the scenic or dip into melodrama." His wife, rousing herself, gave a regretful sigh. "It was very interesting, Richard, very, but"--looking up to him with a shadow in the lovely eyes--"I wish I had read that letter."--Anne Nettleton in New Orleans Times-Democrat. Bacteria In Tobacco. There seems to be no end to the discoveries that await us concerning bacteria, and the relations of those microscopic organisms to the well being of man. Who would ever have thought that the peculiar flavors which characterize different kinds or brands of tobacco are due to the presence of bacteria? Yet that is the conclusion to which investigations by a German botanist lead. In curing tobacco, or preparing the raw, green leaf for use, a fermentative process called sweating is gone though with. It has been supposed that the chemical changes induced by this process were the source of the peculiar qualities possessed by the cured tobacco. But, according to Suchsland's experiments, it appears that micro-organisms may be the real cause of the changes.

He has examined tobacco from all parts of the world which had been cured and has found in it an abundance of mi-

cro-organisms, and upon cultivating the bacteria from a particular kind of tobac-

co and then inoculating another kind with this culture he has produced in it the taste and aroma of the original. This discovery has led to the suggestion that the quality of tobacco grown in any country may be improved by simply inoculating it with bacteria from some finer flavored leaf growing elsewhere. Wines have already been improved by a similar process.--Youth's Companion. Rev. Dr. Talmage, whose church in Brooklyn is financially embarrassed, was the fourth brother to enter the ranks of Christian ministers. His first pastorate was at Belleville, N. J. Subsequently at Syracuse his preaching attracted great attention. His removal to Philadelphia increased vastly the number of his admirers, and his ministry of seven years in the Quaker City was a great success. He went to Brooklyn in 1869 and soon filled a church which had been much too large for worshipers. The new Tabernacle will accommodate about 6,000 persons, and it is filled at every service. Contributions to relieve the church from the liability of a foreclosed mortgage may be sent to this office, whence they will be forwarded to Dr. Talmage.

ODDS AND ENDS. If you would be as happy as a child, please one. A sister's watchful care--can anything be more tender? Don't overload your rooms with furniture and bric-a-brac. The Argand lamp was the invention of Aime Argand in 1789. Who boils his pot with chips makes his broth smell of smoke. The father of Sir Robert Peel, the statesman, was a day laborer. The happiest husband always knows just a little less than his wife does. A southern Oregon farmer last year made $2,080 from 10 acres raising prunes. Ten confederate stamps recently carried a package from Granby, Mass., to Boston. An Illinois company is erecting works for the manufacture of aluminum cooking utensils. The only carp ever caught in the Mississippi river was taken the other day by a Wisconsin man. The origin of geysers at Sonoma, Cal., is supposed to be a volcanic crater filled by a landslide. Nineteen of the pensioners of the war of 1812 are over 100 years old, six of whom live in Vermont. Reading to the Children. A child's tastes for reading and the style of books he or she learns to admire are governed largely by the parents. Nearly all children enjoy having some one read to them. Now, if before they can peruse interesting books for themselves their taste becomes cultivated

through the selections they hear, there

will be no danger of their wandering astray into those bypaths of literature that are not healthful, mind invigorating resorts. Some skeptic probably

observes that we would advise reading the "Iliad" to a 4-year-old listener. In-

deed no! That would be very silly, being far beyond the comprehension of the

infant mind, but there is a poetry as worthy and as pure as Homer's that little folks learn to appreciate and love. Then in prose, what child will not delight in Andersen and Grimm's fairy

tales, and later on "Robinson Crusoe,"

"Swiss Family Robinson," "Arabian Nights," "Gulliver's Travels, "Nicholas Nickleby" and "David Copperfield?" Scott, Dickson, Thackeray, Cooper, Irving and Hawthorne are all as delightful to the youths and maidens in their teens as to the aged bookworm. Read-

ing aloud around the evening lamp is a family delight that has laid the foundation in many youthful minds of a knowledge of the best and noblest works in English literature.--Philadelphia Times. An Inexcusable Folly. One very important lesson is to be learned from the destruction of the Calumet clubhouse, and that is the utter folly of intrusting valuable relics to the care of club organizations. Many of the rare old treasures which had been gathered together in the Calumet club had no right to be there, and their loss is one which the public can with propriety denounce as an outrage, for there are certain relics in which, no matter whose money has purchased them, the public has a proprietary right. Mighty cold comfort is it now to hear that the Calumet clubhouse was "a veritable firetrap," and that it is "surprising that it did not burn up long ago." Can it be possibly that, cognizant of this danger of fire which is now so naively confessed, the Calumet club solicited the loan of curios which can never be replaced? A much more magnificent clubhouse can be erected, but no money can restore the art and historical treasures wantonly sacrificed. We hope to see an utter abandonment of the silly practice of donating and lending valuables of this character to the gratification of the passing vanity of social clubs.--Chicago News-Record. Departed Grandeur for Sale. In old St. Stephen's, famous in song and story, a parish of Berkeley county, on the banks of the tawny Santee, some 50 miles in a straight line from the shores

of the Atlantic, is a great landed estate whose broad acres, level river bottom and rolling highland, cultivated fields, tangled swamp, stately pine grove, groups of live oak, with here and there a

bit of virgin forest, form a domain fit for a prince. On it have lived and died a long succession of Caroline planters, all princes in their day, to whom, while slavery lasted, snow fields of cotton and waving crops of Indian corn and smaller grain furnished a princely revenue. And the cattle, if not of a thousand hills, of a thousand canebrakes, was theirs, and droves of wild hogs, that throve in the thickets of the swamps, and blood horses were their pride.

All of that is gone by now. The lordly lief of the planter has passed away for-

ever; slavery has been abolished, and the owner of the land, wearied of the struggle with demoralized freedmen, would fain give up the fight and offers his patrimony for sale for a song, for barely enough to support him comfortably for the decade of life that might yet remain to him. There are 6,000 acres in that estate, which is offered to any farmer at very little over $2 an acre. Of that 6,000 acres there is arable land capable of producing a bale of cotton to the acre, 20 to 30 bushels of corn, over 70 bushels of oats, to say nothing of the possibilities of fruits and vegetables and of horse, cattle and hog raising.--Charleston News and Courier.