VOL. XIII.

OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, JUNE 8, 1893.

NO. 10.

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. 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 masonry 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. Will practice at Ocean City during the months of June, July and August. 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 SCUFF, (Succesor 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 be 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 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., fur-

nished at short notice. Country or City Resi-

dences 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; 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 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. Occa-

sionally 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 house-hunter 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. 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,

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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

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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 abso-

lutely 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 evidences 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. Sa Small, Hon. Walker 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 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 pleased as we are to be interviewed regarding it. Our cure is swift, safe 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. BALLAD OF AN OLD MAID. She heard one saying, "I wonder why That pretty old maid was never wed." And she turned aside, with a dewy eye, And sat with her hand to her bended head.

"If only they knew," her sad heart said,

And pleading thought searched the universe through Again for a form that long ago fled, The gallant form of a boy in blue. Again were the soldiers marching by, With eager zeal in their measured tread, The brave flag brightening land and sky With glorious light from its rich folds shed. Again the blast of the bugle led Her heart where blood was the grasses' dew, And lying low on a hero's bed The gallant form of a boy in blue. No wedding chimes from the bells on high, But ever through all the years instead A toll prolonging the mingled cry

Of woe and triumph that battle bred.

And her heart on no other love was fed,

But ever through all the years was true

To him who fell where the field was red, The gallant form of a boy in blue. ENVOY. Prince, who art young, when war times sped,

Was many a fatal shot that flew.

And many a maiden mourned her dead, The gallant form of a boy in blue.

--C. L. Cleveland in Boston Globe.

MY COUSIN. My cousin Elsa had, I am sorry to say, grown into a provocante woman, with a

dirty complexion and a tendency to hint

on insufficient evidence that men whom

she met were in love with her. She gave

these hints to a confidante, and the confidante always told the men, and the men as a rule were very angry. Sometimes they complained to me. She was just pretty enough to make her story probable, and this was exasperating. I pointed out to them that Elsa was the kind of a

girl that had to do something to make

her mother suffer, that there was no authentic instance of any one who knew her well having taken her seriously, and

that it was best to bear quietly with the ways of women. I did what I could. I told her that it was vulgar to pose as the ear of Juggernaut, but although she is quite vulgar enough to consciously avoid vulgarity she would not see it.

I came upon her late one night at one of her mother's parties when nearly every one had gone. She was wearing the

most affected clothes, liquid eyes and a small pout.

"Poor little me!" she said in her favorite girl of 4 manner, "what have I done?

I feel positively certain that Mr. Wy-

sloup will kill me." "Yes?"

"Indeed, yes and yes and yes! He

would take me into supper, and ever since if I said a word to any other man he has scowled at me in a positively mur-

derous way."

"Elsa," I said, "I will give you six

lessons in the art of implication for a shilling. It is cheap, but I hate to see

you doing things so inartistically. It is all

right with me, of course, but I fancy that

you had better not tell other people that Wysloup is in love with you." "I never said he was. And why mustn't I tell?" "Because Wysloup is dangerous." "Oh! Why dangerous? Then I think I will." She did, and Wysloup heard of it. He is connected with the proprietor of the

Wysloup multiplex sock. The multiplex sock is, if one may trust the advertise-

ment, an added luxury to life and can-

not wear out. It has certainly conferred

more fortune than honor upon the nephew of the proprietor. If in your ignorance

you cheekily ask Wysloup if he is con-

nected with the multiplex sock, he will tell you frankly that he is its nephew.

But when once he knows that you are

aware of the connection he does not per-

mit any further reference to it. For in-

stance, Denner happened once to be talking at the club about the possibility that he might have to leave his house. A cer-

tain railway had a great envy to go through his front garden. Some one asked him if he felt anxious about it. "Yes," said Denner, "I am in a state of the most awful suspense, like my multiplex socks." Wysloup was present and heard this, but he said nothing. Later, at whist, Major Birdmount--who is all liver and suspicions--was coupled with Wysloup against Drisfield and Denner.

The major is quite unable to believe in

extraordinary luck at whist unless it happens to come to himself. He would distrust his own mother if she had seven trumps. Consequently it was unfortunate that Denner commenced by dealing himself the whole of the 13. With great difficulty the major held his tongue and spoke nothing, but his face darkened. Denner was greatly surprised. Wysloup smiled a faint ghost of a smile. Pres-

ently Denner noticed that the major was

watching him intently. As Denner is

a perfectly ordinary and honest man he

was naturally annoyed. But in spite of

his honesty when it came to Denner's turn to deal again he dealt himself 11 trumps with the ace and king of another suit. He could hardly believe his eyes. He flung down his cards and won the rubber. As the major rose to go he said, "My children had been meaning to take me to the Egyptian hall tonight, but whist's good enough for me." No man probably likes to have it implied that he is cheating for the sake of shilling points at whist. Denner was furious and lost no time in making the major very much less vague and very much more humble, but he was nevertheless exceedingly annoyed about it. Of course it may not

have been Wysloup that was responsible,

but I have noticed that those who vex him generally get punished, and he can do anything with the cards. Besides Wysloup was very busy losing money to the major at ecarte on the following day. Now, the major cannot play ecarte, and Wysloup can. This was the only occasion on which it had occurred to me that Wysloup had the battered relics of a conscience. I was curious to see how he would take my cousin Elsa's audacity. She had hinted at Wysloup's devotion in a conversation with young Cecil Banks. Banks is a repeater. He told Wysloup all about it. Further, he told me that he had told Wysloup. Now, I thought, Wysloup will cut her dead and make no secret why he does it, or he will set some scandal afloat about her. He did nothing of the kind. He treated her with the most delicate and respectful attention. He took every chance of meeting her. He seemed at first to desire nothing more than to be forever her humble and silent worshiper. Once or twice as she stepped from the carriage up the strip of carpet to some party to which Wysloup had not been invited she saw him standing in the

crowd, half in shadow, cloaked, watching her with raptured eyes and a romantic air as impressive as the advertise-

ments of the multiplex sock. On the oc-

casions when he did meet her he by no means monopolized her. He took with humble gratitude as much of her society as she vouchsafed to him. He remembered and showed her that he remembered every word she said and every preference that she expressed. He was

reverent and chivalrous with her. His

manner was perfect. He was splendid. He was Elizabethan. I do not think Elsa had been treated

with abnormal reverence before. She luxuriated in it. She ceased to say anything that could imply that Wysloup

was fond of her, yet she talked a good

deal of him. She told me one night that he was the only man she knew who had a really noble nature. I said: "All right,

but let it stop at that. Don't marry him." She said ecstatically that one would not marry Sir Galahad. I said

that I had never tried. Then she told me that I was vulgar, which was fairly true. Of course a week or two afterward she

came to me with a letter in her hand. "You know," she began, "that poor, dear mamma does not like Mr. Wysloup. She asks him to things sometimes because I make her, but she hates him."

"Yes?"

"Well, I'm in great trouble. He's written to me--a proposal, and I have

accepted him. Oh! oh! I hadn't expected it, and I'm not worthy, and I never

called any one Algernon before in my life. I want you to break it to mamma and tell her it's all right." "You won't like it. He's going abroad to look after the colonial interests of the

multiplex sock. You had better write

and say that you've changed your mind.

What's that letter you've got there?" "It's his. It's the letter. I can't bear to let it get out of my hands." "The address on the envelope," I said, "is not in Wysloup's writing." "Well, it is the same as the writing in the inside and the same as the acceptances he wrote to our invitations. I wish we hadn't destroyed them." I went to a drawer and pulled out a sheet of note paper. "There," I said, "I saw Wysloup write that and sign it.

Compare it with the letter. I have

known Wysloup's handwriting for years. It took me time to convince her, but I did it. She became slightly illogical. She said that Wysloup ought to be ashamed of himself, and that it obviously was not he who had played her the trick and that I was much to blame for introducing him to her--which, by the way, I never did. She also said that it would kill her, but it didn't. This is the reply she received to her acceptance in Wysloup's own handwriting: DEAR MISS HARDINO--I gather from your letter that some person has been writing to you a proposal in my name, and that you have been a victim of a vulgar practical joke. I must thank you for the very warm and flattering expressions that you used about me, and I am indeed sorry that I cannot plead a right to them. But I shall hope to be always a brother to you. It came to my knowledge a few months ago that you had coupled my name with yours in a very unjustifiable way. I shall therefore retain your letter as a hostage. As long as you

refrain from taking such liberties in the future

no one will see that letter but myself. Again apologizing for my inability to be to you all that you would wish, I remain yours respectfully. ALGERNON WYSLOUP. Elsa spent a vast amount of tears, gasps and torn handkerchiefs over this letter. "How dare a man say that he will be my brother?" she exclaimed.

Then she once more referred to the probability of her immediate decease. Wysloup left England a few days afterward, and we never found out whom he had got to write the letters for him. For all we knew he may have disguised his own handwriting. When Elsa married Sir Peter a year afterward, Wysloup sent her as a wedding present a gold bonbonniere with her love letter folded small inside it. He

once more showed the relics of a con-

science. A few weeks afterward I caught Elsa speaking of Wysloup to a dear friend. "Yes," said Elsa sweetly, "there was

something between us, but it could never

be. He left England, you know, directly

afterward. I do so hope that his life is not quite spoiled." So Elsa struck the last blow. But then she was never hampered even by the relics of a conscience.--Sketch. "Bull oak," Wedgenick park, England, was in "full growth" at the time when the conqueror came. A woman's love for a strong, chivalrous man moves and controls him more than does his love for her.

WON'T PRAY AGAINST CHOLERA.

Because Heaven Helps Those Who Help Themselves. The members of St. Stephen's church who attended divine service Sunday morning listened to a sermon which in the proper sense of the phrase created a sensation and furnished them with food for discussion during the remainder of the day. The topic of Dr. McConnell's discourse was on municipal government and incidentally upon cholera, but instead of confining himself to commonplace utterances on the subject he dealt with it in its broadest bearings and gave his hearers a discourse of which it is safe

to say not a word was lost.

"We are told," said Dr. McConnell, "to be on our guard against the cholera. The medical profession is united in the belief that the scourge will break out again this summer not only in Europe, but in this country. The germs of the disease have lain dormant during the winter, but so soon as they are revivified by the sun the death roll will begin to be called, and all the resources of modern science will be called on to combat the plague. It is admitted on all sides that we are in jeopardy; it is admitted on all sides that the work of prevention cannot begin too soon. "There are various methods of meeting the situation, most of which are in our own hands. That the most strenuous efforts are necessary cannot be questioned. But it has been suggested that the clergy should unite in offering up prayer to Divine Providence that this calamity may be averted from us. With a full sense of the gravity of the occasion and after the most earnest reflection, I have decided that I for one can offer no such prayer. I will not pray that this city may be spared from the cholera when I see that the city itself is making no effort to guard against the danger. "If the cholera makes havoc among us, it will be because our streets are dirty, our water is impure, our drainage is filthy. And whose fault is this? It is your fault, it is my fault, in that we do not see to it that our city government is rightly administered and that politicians are not permitted to use its franchises for their own ends. And our lethargy is all the more unworthy in that it is selfish. For the cholera, if it comes will not place us in danger. We can avoid it. We can leave the crowded city and betake ourselves comfortably to places where pure air and good water will free us from apprehension. "But if you should go where I go, into the dwellings of the poor, you would realize what a calamity is impending over the great mass of the inhabitants of the city, and how empty, yes and worse, it would be to pray that the cholera may be staid from entering homes which our neglect has left to stand amid surroundings which must breed the very pestilence that we seek to escape."--Philadelphia Times. Man In the Eyes of His Inferiors. It is the habit of man to look down upon the brute creation as his inferiors, and yet if man could know what the dumb animals think of him perhaps he would be less puffed up with his own importance and superiority. It must appear ridiculous to the dog, for instance, that man should require so extensive an equipment of words to express his wants and emotions--words that serve rather to hide than to illuminate his thoughts--when the dog with his limited vocabulary expresses himself

clearly. Surely a dog must regard his bark, capable as it is of almost endless modulations, as superior to the expression of thought to man's cumbrous flow of ambiguity. Then the swine, which man is prone to regard as the living embodiment of gluttony, has no doubt an opinion of man which in its turn is by no means flattering to its object. The hog might with reason from his point of view criticise man upon his manners at the table. "How wasteful of time," he might say, "is man's practice of feeding himself with knife, fork and spoon, when he could satisfy his hunger more expeditiously by following my example and consume his food without and of those adventitious time destroyers! Man condemns me because, forsooth, I eat with one or two feet in my trough, but he fails to apprehend that my purpose is a laudable one; that my sole object is to get nearer my base of supplies and so save valuable time in my operations."--Boston Transcript. Luck and Ill Luck. "Some persons seem lucky in any enterprise they undertake, while others who make investments are sure to lose their capital," was remarked by Will Bertram. "I knew a young fellow that invested a brass watch which cost him $3 in a lot in Lincoln, Ills., which he sold later for $25,000. It was the lot that the Lincoln House was later built upon, and the rise in real estate came in less than four years after his investment was made. I know another man who went to Summer county, Kan., in 1874,

and carrier with him a shotgun which cost him $18. Wellington had just been made the county seat and was then a town of 300 inhabitants, but 40 miles from a railroad. The young man was offered six choice lots in the center of Wellington for his $18 shotgun. The offer was refused, and five years later the same lots were sold for $3,700 each." St. Louis Republic. Senator Lane of Kansas, the famous Jim Lane of antebellum days, died in 1866 by his own hand in a fit of mental aberration.