VOL. XIII.

OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, JUNE 22, 1893.

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.

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. HOWARD REED, Ph. G., M. D.

Physician and Surgeon,

EMMETT HOUSE,

Cor. 8th Street and Central Avenue, OCEAN CITY, N. J.

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.

J. HOWARD WILLETS, M. D.,

Cor. 7th and Central, Office hours: 8 to 10, 4 to 6 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 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 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. 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 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 railroad; 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 be-

fore 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 connections, 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. 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

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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, supply-

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ROAMING THROUGH WOODS. Roaming through woods in serious mood, Hearing far waterfalls play, I found, almost in solitude,

A crystal spring, one day. Unseen ere this it might have been, And yet it clearly gleamed,

Meandering off in discipline, While sun rifts o'er it beamed. And so a thought in some careless breast, Secret almost and sure,

Is found when God's rays on it rest,

A crystal rivulet pure.

--Edward S. Creamer in New York Sun. THE HEIRESS.

This is the romance of a middle aged

man--the romance of an old head and a young heart. I am gray haired and 40, and yet as I sit at my desk in the gloomy

little office of Harman's mill a face comes

between my eyes and the columns of fig-

ures in the dusty ledgers--a young face with clear, bright eyes--and I fall into

day dream and forget that I am old and poor and commonplace.

She is the only child of Jere Harman,

the millionaire mill owner, and as gentle and good as she is beautiful. I watched her grow into woman-

hood. I have watched her character deepening and widening and developing toward the ideal of my dreams.

And all these years I have been learn-

ing to love her.

Surely love is not wholly wasted,

though it is hopeless. I am a better man that I have loved Nellie Harman.

No. I build no air castles.

I am 40 and she is 18. I am only her father's bookkeeper, and

she is the heiress of millions.

There was a time when little Nellie

Harman rode on my shoulder, hunted my pockets for goodies and escaped her

nurse's charge several times a day to toddle down to the mill in search of "her Jack Spencer." Later she brought her school tasks, the incorrigible Latin verbs and the unconquerable examples in fractions, to the same old friend, who was never too busy to be bothered by little Nellie Harman. She is unaffected and cordial in her friendliness as ever, and sometimes when she lays her hand on my arm and looks up into my face and asks why I come so seldom to the hall, and have I grown tired of old friends, of her--then I find it hard to answer lightly, to smile calmly, and I go away with a heartache. The girl does not lack for friends. Grim, stern old Jere Harman's little

bright faced child, motherless since her

babyhood, long ago found a tender spot in the hearts of the village folk. In the cottages her face is as welcome as sunshine. The children hang on her gown, the women sing her praises, and the toughest millhand has always a civil word for her and a lift of the cap as she passes. She has her young friends, too, among the country gentlefolk. Young Harry Desmond is often at the hall. It is rumored that he is the fortunate suitor of Jere Harman's heiress. He is a fresh faced, good hearted lad. Love is for youth, and they are young together. Gray haired Jack Spencer, what have you to do with "love's young dream?" The strike!

The mill is shut down, and the strikers

gather in knots along the village street and discuss the situation. The cut rates have caused trouble. Jere Harman is a hard man and a hard master. He holds the fate of these people in his hands. A few cents less to them, a few dollars more to him. This seemed to him to settle the question. The times were dull--he would reduce wages. The Harman will operatives went out in a body. The first day of the strike Big John, the weaver who headed the strikers, came to Jere Harman with a delegation to arbitrate the matter. To them Harman said: "Return to work at my terms or stay out and starve. Monday I hire new hands if you are not back in your places. As long as I own this mill I shall be master here." This was his final answer, and no words of mine, no warnings of the murmurs and threats that grow and deepen among the men, will shake his will. There is talk of firing the mill among the mad brained ones, and Big John shakes his head. "That were chopping the nose off to

spite the face, men. If the mill were

burned, how would that help us to work and wages? Nay. It must be other means." "Aye, we must live, but if we do not get our rights by fair means we will have them by foul," cried another. They mean mischief. I have warned Jere Harman, but he will not heed. The strike is over. The night is ended, and I sit alone in the office in the gray dawn, sick and dizzy with the horrors of the night's experience. I shut my eyes, and the picture stands out before me--the dark night, the hall with its lights glowing out through the windows, the gay party of young people in the drawing room, the gleam of torches outside, the mob of desperate men, the angry, upturned faces. There was a tramp of feet, hoarse shouts, and a stone crashed through a window and shattered the chandelier. The music stopped with a discordant

crash. There was instant confusion, and

above it all there were the hoarse cries of Jere Harman. I sprang through the piazza window and faced the men. They knew me well, and Big John shouted: "We've naught against you, John Spencer. We mean no harm to any, but

the master must hear us. Bring out the master!"

"Come like honest men in daylight and talk it over calmly," I urged; "not

at night like a mob of ruffians with stones for arguments." Jere Harman had come out to them. They greeted him with an angry shout. "We are to be put off no longer. Is it our rights by fair means or by foul, Jere Harman?" "Your rights"--began Jere Harman in his harsh, stern voice. I saw that Nellie Harman had slipped to her

father's side and laid her hand pleadingly on his shoulder. She did not fear

the angry men, for willingly not one of them would have harmed a hair of her

dainty head. I saw that she would have

pleaded with her father to be gentle with them. "Yes, our rights!" yelled a voice in the crowd with an awful oath. He was drunk or blind with rage--surely he did not see the girl at her father's side. A

stone whizzed through the air. It might have been Jere Harman's deathblow; instead, it struck her. It cut a great,

cruel gash just above the temple. They sprang toward her--her friends,

her lover--but Nellie Harman put her

two hands out to me with a sharp, gasp-

ing cry. "Jack, Jack!" she said, and I caught her in my arms. I have lived over the agony, the joy, of that moment all through the long, lonely hours of this night.

It was Big John himself who brought the doctor and cried like a child when

they told him she was dying. His little crippled child she had loved and cared for, and it had died in her arms. "Aye, and that harm should have come to her,

who was more good and innocent of

wrong than the angels!" muttered Big John brokenly as he went away softened and sorrowful. Jere Harman sent me out to tell the men that he had yielded, and in the silence of death they went away. The strike is over.

As I sit here in the gray dawn, wait-

ing, fearing, dreading the coming of the

morning and the news it may bring, I

hear the clatter of a horse's hoofs. It is

a servant from the hall riding to the village on some errand.

"What news?" I call out hoarsely, and learn that the worst is over and that she will live. Nellie Harman hovered between life and death for long weeks, and I worked as I had never worked before. Jere Harman left much of the management

of the mill in my hands, and I put heart

and brain in the work, or I should have

gone mad in those weeks with the longing to see her face. When she was well

again, I spent many evenings at the Hall

talking business with her father, who came seldom to the office in those days. He had broken in health with the recent troubles and had lost energy, but he

was gentler and kinder than of old. Harry Desmond was always there. I

was but a dull guest. I could not endure

his light heartedness, the triumph in his eyes, the happiness in his laugh. I could

not endure that he should call her by name or smile on her.

I was a mad fool! I told Jere Harman that I must go away, that I must have rest, change--a vacation. Gordon, the young foreman,

could take my place, I urged, and he consented, though grudgingly.

The last evening I promised him to spend at the hall and go over the ac-

counts with him. Never had Nellie been brighter or gayer. I felt a vague pang that my go-

ing was so little to her.

It was early when Desmond left, and I immediately rose to go. Jere Harman

grasped my hand cordially in farewell, and Nellie simply said "Goodby," and I went down the path slowly and sadly.

Suddenly I heard a light, flying step behind me as I reached the shadow of the trees.

It was Nellie.

I stepped back in the darkness. She stopped as if listening and then came to-

ward me. "I thought I should overtake you," she whispered, slipping her arm through mine. "Did you think I could let you go away tonight without a last word?" There was something in her voice, a tenderness, that explained all. She had come out to meet her lover, Desmond, and mistaken me for him in the darkness. But to have her so near was very sweet. She seemed not to care for speech. She was very still--just clasping my arm and leaning over so gently against my shoulder. The temptation was great--I was going away--just to take away with me the memory of a moment's heaven!

I kissed her.

"Forgive me," I pleaded desperately. "You thought me your lover, Desmond, and I was cruel, mad, to take that kiss. Nellie, forgive me." "But I kissed you, Jack," she whispered. "And you won't go--oh, Jack, you won't go when I love you so?"

Jack Spencer, gray haired and 40, com-

monplace and poor--she loved him!

That is my romance.--M. A. Worswick in Frank Leslie's Weekly.

Father Was Willing.

Daughter--Mr. Nicefello wants me to play duets with him. Father--Well? "Have you any objections?"

"Of course not. It will please me to death."

"Will it, really?" "Yes, indeed. I've just been aching for a chance to get even with the neighbors next door."--New York Weekly. HONDURAS REVOLUTIONS. Natives Are Tired of Them, and They Attract Little Attention. The political conditions [?] Honduras is represented by returning travelers from that little republic to be in a very disturbed condition. Business is unsettled, and [?] adjustment of the present difficulties no [?] amelioration of the existing state of affairs can safely be entertained. The internal strife now prevailing, there cannot, it is said, be dignified with the name of revolution. It [?] of war-

ring factions, each eager to serve his country for the money there may be in it for himself and his supporters. A few resolute men well equipped with guns and ammunition and [?] good leadership could easily wipe out the ma-

rauding gang of political disturbers whose acts of brigandage are retarding the growth of the country, agitating those who have invested their capital there with assurances that they would have a fair prospect of getting good returns and precipitating generally disup-

tion and demoralization.

The native Honduranean of the lowest order is represented to be not much above the brute creation, being lazy, slothful and shiftless, with not enough pride or self respect to keep himself clean. The upper classes are tolerably well bred, but such finished adepts in duplicity and misrepresentation that they are, as a rule, utterly unworthy of belief. This is the statement made to a reporter by a gentleman who has duly recently returned from the Honduras, who is familiar with the people and their habits and who is a man of large means. "If you should ever go to Honduras," said he, "go there without a cent. If you do this, you will come away no poorer than when you put feet upon their soil, but if you go there with money you will inevitably be robbed. The people there will either steal from you outright or through the mockery of the tribunals which they term courts."

The height of ambition of the average Honduranean is to have a few silver coins in his pockets. When this metamorphosis takes place in his condition, he works no longer, interests himself no further in anything which might cause him to exercise either his hands or his brains, but sleepily and drowsily con-

soles himself with the cheap rum which is the native drink. This stuff, made from sugar cane juice, is strong enough to burn a hole in a bar of railroad iron. The banana is the diet of the poorer classes. They gorge themselves with the fruit, which can be easily obtained for almost nothing, and wash down the primitive nourishment with a glass or two of the sugar cane liquor. The com-

bination would kill an ostrich.--New Orleans Times-Democrat. Educated Washington Women.

The first thing which strikes a woman from New York or Chicago on settling in Washington is the fluency with which

every one she meets speaks French. In half the drawing rooms she enters she might as well be in Paris. She goes into a bookshop, and half the things she sees are in French. It is really embarrassing. She feels at once the need of brushing up her vocabulary and fortifying her store of irregular 'veries. Washington women speak French as a matter of course, and very good French too. A woman without the same accomplishment feels almost as ill at ease as if her gown were cut badly. This is only one of many gaps which her money will not fill, and in sheer desperation the mortified stranger calls in a teacher. Knowledge is the fashion. A small matter that, you may say, but significant of other things. The butterfly woman from New York, whose society stock in trade consists of skimming from the latest novels in plays, gowns from the Rue de la Paix and a reservoir of superficial gush, is amazed to hear Washington women talking about prison reform, our public school system or the Behring sea controversy. And they not only talk on such subjects naturally and without any suspicion of posing, but they know what they are talking about. It is no longer sufficient to throw out a smilingly earnest remark about some book of Ibsen's and trust to fate that the woman you are talking to is as ignorant of it as you are. Oh, no, the odds are against you in Washington. Sincerity is the fashion.--Washington Star. Obliged to Serve as a Juror. Harrison Reed, a modest young farmer residing near Kokomo, Ind., started to Delphi Tuesday, expecting to be married that evening to a young lady of that place. While at Logansport, where he had to change cars, the county sheriff called on him to serve as a juror in an embezzlement case about to be tried. The rural young man protested, but the officer would accept no excuse, and Reed was held there four days. On his release he continued his journey, and when he arrived at Delphi he found the family in a high state of indignation, the expectant bride refusing to see him and ordering him off the premises. Reed was compelled to return home without his bride and now threatens a damage suit against the court officials for detaining him.--Cor. San Francisco Examiner.

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