VOL. XIII.

OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, JULY 6, 1893.

NO. 14.

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, 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 SEN-

TINEL. 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. 365 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.

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 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 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 prosper-

ous 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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Because thou art the gladdest That ever be looked on--Because no ways to wander Allure me any more, With white sea dreams to ponder All day beside thy door--Because there's not a rover But wearies on a day, And not a faithless lover But sorrow doth repay--I rove the world of shadows, A wraith of the blue rain And in the dawn's deep meadows Return to thee again. --Bliss Carman in Lippincott's.

THE STOWAWAYS.

"Suppose," suggested Tommy Hilton, bright and early one Saturday morning,

"that we go down to the dock on the

East river and see if we can't find some ship that will take us away to the other end of the world."

This proposition made a favorable impression on Charley Wines, who was also of an adventurous turn of mind, and so the two little boys decided to em-

bark without delay, and to take no bag-

gage but a dark lantern and a large

package of sandwiches and cake, which they begged from the cook.

So early did they start that it was not much after 8 o'clock when they appeared

on the dock and looked about them for

a vessel suitable for the proposed trip. "I wish," said Tommy, "that there was

a good pirate ship in the harbor now--one of those long, low, rakish looking craft such as we read about in 'The Pi-

rate's Bride' and which are always rac-

ing up and down along the coast of China on the lookout for rich merchantmen." "I don't believe there's a pirate ship

here," said Charley, "but there's a brig-

antine that sails for Cuba today for a cargo of oranges and bananas. If we were to ship aboard her, we'd get lots of good things to eat and have no end of fun." "Of course we would," chimed in Tommy approvingly. "I am glad to see you coming round to my ideas. Why, Fatty, there's not only oranges and bananas and coconuts down there, but there's guava jelly and yams and sugar cane and pineapples and an elegant beach to go swimming on and monkeys and parrots in the trees and everything else till you can't rest. Now, I'll tell you what we'll do. If we like the looks of the captain and mate--particularly the mate--for he's the one, don't you know, who is always cruel to the sailor boys in the stories, and if we like the ship herself we'll just sail in her today. Maybe we could find a place in the cargo that we could fit up for ourselves, as that boy in the Mayne Reid story did, bring in food enough to last through the voyage and not show ourselves till we felt like it." Fatty had always had a weakness for sweet things, and the prospect of going to a land productive of every known delicacy fired his imagination and drove

out from his mind for the moment all thoughts of the brilliant career of adventure that he had often planned for

himself as a scout and slayer of Indians. Aboard the brigantine, which was called the Mary Jane, they found themselves in the midst of the bustle and excitement incident to the lading of a large

cargo. The sailors were hoisting a number of boxes from the dock and lowering them into the vessel's hold by means of an apparatus rigged to the mainmast, while the officers of the ship were so busy that they paid no attention to the two well dressed little boys who were roaming about the ship, now peeping into the cook's galley and now appearing in the forecastle, running about the deck and making themselves thoroughly at home after the fashion of young American boys generally. It was not long before they contrived to slip away into the vessel's hold, where

the sailors were stowing away the boxes

and barrels as fast as they were lowered from the deck. They grouped around among the different casks and big cases until at once they came upon an open space between two enormous boxes, which was just big enough to accom-

modate them both and reminded them instantly of the place in which the stowaway in Mayne Reid's romance had made his famous voyage.

"Eureka!" cried Fatty, who knew the

Greek alphabet and was proud of his

classical attainments, "all we have to do now is to hide here until the ship is well out to sea and then show ourselves on deck." And so it happened that when the lading of the cargo was finished two small boys with no other equipment but a dark lantern and a package of sandwiches were snugly stowed away in a little open space among the big cases and hogsheads.

It was not cold down in the ship's hold, and there was a smell of sugar, which was not at all disagreeable. They could hear the water dashing against the dock outside, and then something shut out the few rays of light that had penetrated their hiding places. The captain ordered the cover put over the hold and fastened down. Whether it would be reopened the next morning or whether

they would be kept there until the ship

reached Havana they did not know. An awful fear came over Fatty Wines, and he said in a voice that trembled in spite of himself: "We're in for it now, Tommy, sure--" "Well," said Tommy, "we might as well make the best of it here, and not let these rats frighten us to death. We'll have to keep a stiff upper lip now that we are out for a life of adventure." They were "in for it" and no mistake, but they did not lose heart. For awhile they lay listening to the scampering of rats and the sound of waves dashing against the vessel's sides. Before long their eyes began to droop, and they fell into a dead sleep, from which they were awakened by the jolting of the ship, which told them that they had started on their way. It was pitch dark when they awoke, and as neither boy had a watch they could not tell whether they had been asleep six hours or 24. But there was no mistake about the motion of the ship. She was fairly under way and very likely out of sight of land. Tommy put a good face on the matter, but Fatty was very quiet. He was thinking of his home and wondering whether he would ever see his father and mother again. Just as he was on the point of turning upon his companion with a torrent of reproaches for having induced him to run away he heard a sudden noise, and a moment later the covering of the hatchway was removed, and the captain's voice was heard telling one of the sailors to go down in the hold and see if a certain box was there. It was pleasant to see the light of day once more and feel the rush of fresh air from above. "We must be out of sight of land now," said Tommy, "so we might as well go and show ourselves on deck." The boys accordingly left their place of concealment, clambered swiftly over the boxes and came upon the sailor with a suddenness that caused him to rush on deck screaming out that there were evil spirits chasing him about the ship. The boys followed him as fast as they could, and as they clambered out of the hold they found the captain, the mate and nearly all the crew gathered in amazement about the hatchway. Their clothes were torn and covered with dust, their faces were grimy, and their uncombed locks hung down over their eyes. It

was several moments before it dawned on the mate that they were the same well dressed, polite little fellows whom he had seen playing about the ship a few hours before. "Why, captain!" he exclaimed, "those are the same little chaps we saw here this morning. They must have got locked up in the cargo."

This was the moment that Tommy had

been waiting for. Stepping forward, he said to the captain:

"If you please, sir, we are two stowa-

ways, and we hid in the cargo because we wanted to go to the sea like the boy in the 'Ocean Guerillas; or, The Phantom Midshipman.' Are we anywhere near Havana yet?"

The captain and the mate looked at

each other and then at the two boys and then burst into uproarious laughter. "I'll show you how near we are to

Havana," exclaimed the mate as he took

Tommy in his arms and lifted him up so

that he could see over the bulwarks.

They were just passing through the Narrows, with Staten Island on one side and the romantic shores of Bath and Benson-

hurst on the other. In the distance Tommy could see the form of the Coney Is-

land elephant outlined against the sky. A tug had the brigantine in tow, and

she was moving rapidly through the water. It was an awful come down to both the boys to learn that instead of being far out at sea with the whales spouting, the seagulls circling over their heads and the white crested waves dancing in the sunlight, and other delightful surroundings, as described in "The Pirate's Bride; or, the Avenging Demon of the Gulf," to find instead of all this that

they were still in New York harbor and

bearing down on Coney Island as fast as the tug could take them. "Now, boys," said the captain, "I am just going to drop you ashore, and you

take my advice and go home as fast as

you can. It's mighty lucky you came

out of your holes when you did, for those hatches might not be opened again before we made port, and by that time there'd be mighty little left of two lads of your size. Mr. Bramhall," he continued, turning to the mate, "we'd better have the boat manned and put them

ashore at Coney Island. They can easily get back from there. I suppose

you've got money enough for your fare, boys?"

"If you please, sir," said Tommy, "we don't want to go back. We want to go

with you down to Cuba and get some oranges and bananas. That was what

we shipped with you for."

"Cuba!" cried the captain. "We are not going to Cuba for fruit; we are go-

ing down to Rio Janeiro for a cargo of

hides. You'd better buy your bananas on Third avenue."

"Then," said Fatty decisively, "that settles the business. We can't eat hides,

and I'd rather go home than keep on any

longer. Put us ashore, and we'll take the train home. We can find our way to the depot." The captain was as good as his word, and the boys were landed on the desolate western shore of the island with strict injunctions to make the best of their way home. Their spirits rose again as they trudged along the beach, enjoying the fresh open breeze and the bright sunshine. Charley was very much impressed with the picturesque sand hills and clumps of bushes which they passed and declared that the whole country did not offer a better place for camping out than Coney Island. "Look here, Tom!" the boy cried and suddenly as he grasped his companion by the arm, "if that doesn't look like the Prairie Queen I am very much mistaken." And just then a young woman in a short, brown riding habit and with her hair flying from beneath a slouch felt hat swept by them at full gallop on a buckskin Indian pony, leaving the two boys gazing open mouthed after her. "I tell you what we'll do," cried Charley excitedly. "We'll come down here next Saturday and camp out in among those sand hills." And the prospect was so alluring that Tommy gave ready acquiescence.--James L. Ford in Philadelphia Press. A Quiet Home. You must find somewhere within your domicile a nook that can be set apart for 60 minutes' rest. This is imperative if you would preserve your youth and good looks. I have a cozy corner where I can, if I wish, take a surreptitious snooze, enjoy a quiet think or a little gossip with my latest feminine adorer. This alcove is modestly fitted up. A pair of Jap portieres curtain my corner from the rest of the room. My couch was never in its best days anything more elegant than a $2 cot, but thanks to a thin hair mattress and an adorable old blue quilt that I picked up in my wanderings it is now quite an elegant looking couch. Lots of downy cushions of "Kentucky jeans," the delicious blues brought out by straggling bouquets of white floss thread, add to its charm. My bit of mantel drapery is an antique piece of handiwork in satin and silks that I found one rainy day while rummaging the chests

in an old garret way down in Virginia. On this stand my joss sticks, which on

company days smolder in such aromatic

fashion, and a quaint jar which reminds me every time I look at it of an odd little fishing hamlet on the Massachusetts coast. I keep on hand the latest magazines, some articles being my slumber wooers. They are so prosy that they act as a narcotic. Opposite my couch is a deep seated rocker upholstered in denims. I always manage to find a few pennies for my favorite pinks and a tangle of smilax. These are so effective when placed within the blue toned jar. A big pane of tinted glass overhead gives me when the sun is gracious enough to smile on my corner some delightful streaks of tinted sunlight, completing, to my way of

thinking, the prettiest tone picture un-

der my roof tree.--Philadelphia Inquirer. How the Thief Must Kick Himself. Herman Stone, the pawnbroker and jeweler, was looking over a lot of unredeemed pledges yesterday when he found something which made his hair fairly stand on end. About a year ago a young man called at the store of Mr. Stone and said he desired to borrow some money from the office on some personal property. The property consisted of a valise, an overcoat, a suit of clothing and a gold watch. The amount loaned on the goods was $45, and the man who secured the loan said that he would call in the course of a few days and redeem the property. The goods

were placed in the vault and have remained there undisturbed ever since. When the musty old satchel was taken out of the vault yesterday it was found to be in the same condition as it was at the time it was placed in the room for safe keeping. The clothing had been made into a separate package. The valise was broken open, and inside was found a red leather belt considerably the worse for wear. The belt was taken out, and in handling it was noticed that

it was very heavy and had little pockets along the side. Mr. Stone took the belt out into the front room of the store and opened the pockets. Out rolled gold pieces, double eagles, to the number of 34. They were as bright and shiny as the day they were taken from the mint, and they looked as though they had just been taken from the bank. The coins were all of the same date, 1890. The money legally belongs to the finder unless some person from whom it was taken, as it was apparently stolen, proves his property.--St. Paul Globe. How He Found the Missing Heir. A Mayville (N. Y.) lawyer in search of a missing heir became satisfied at last that the man he wanted was somewhere in Canada, but not knowing where he addressed a letter to him at every postoffice in Ontario and Quebec, nearly 4,600 of them in all. One of the letters reached the addressee, and as his inheritance was more than $100,000 he probably won't object to the item "Postage, $92," in the lawyer's little bill.--Chicago Herald. That Paderewaki Anecdote. "Think of the money Paderewaki took away from America with him," remarked a woman looking up from a newspaper. "And when he was a young fellow he was so bitterly poor that they say his wife nearly starved to death." "If that's so," was her husband's rejoinder, "why didn't Paderewaki nearly starve to death too?"--Philadelphia Press.

The Hoop Located.

Hicks--I should think the new hoops would make a woman look deformed. Mrs. Hicks--Why? Hicks--This paper says they are now worn on the east side.--Vogue. His Hope. "He will never be great." "Why, his hair is as long and thick as can be, and he is impossible to the last gree"--"But you can read his writing."--Truth.