VOL. XIII.

OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, JULY 27, 1893.

NO. 17.

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. H. M. Sciple. J. M. Gillespie. H. P. Sayford.

H. M. SCIPLE & CO., DEALERS IN

Boilers and Engines, Every Size for Every Duty. DUPLEX STEAM PUMPS, Third and Arch Sts., PHILADELPHIA, PA.

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. 700 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, CONTRACTOR 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, 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 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, 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 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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LOVE AND JUSTICE. Love and Justice one day both wandered away

From the world to a wooded retreat. Have you missed them, my friend? If you have, now attend

To their story, which I will repeat,

And you also in turn will the reason discern Why it is that with neither you meet. Said Justice to Love--she was shy as a dove--"I am lost; my way back I can't find." "Take my hand," said Love bold; "I am hot, you are cold.

I can feel our way out if you'll mind." On the way dark as pitch both fell into a ditch--Ah, the blind had tried leading the blind! --Nelly L. Brown in Kate Field's Washington.

A GHOST OF THE PAST. Sir Robert Lisburn and his wife were not particularly silly as newly married

couples go. For one thing, Sir Robert was 30-something, and when you are

30-something gravity comes. But he was very much in love with his young wife. He handed her out of the family

omnibus carefully, and the very prettiest ankle and the tiniest shoe peeped out for a moment as she stepped down before one of the big hotels on Trafalgar square.

As she tripped up the broad, carpeted stairs to her room there was a look of great happiness in her eyes.

"And is my dear girl quite happy?" said Sir Robert. Young Lady Lisburn

--she was tall and pleasant looking--turned to him affectionately:

"Your dear girl," she said, "has had her worries in her life. She had one big worry." "How big?"

Lady Lisburn widened her arms to give an idea of the size.

"But it's all over now, and I am very, very happy." "Perhaps," said Sir Robert, "perhaps

the dear girl will tell me all about it some day." "She may--some day," said the young bride, flushing. "Just now she is so contented that she doesn't want even to think about it." The next morning they went off to the Engadine. It was two months later when they returned, trunks and portmanteaus plastered all over with square and circular labels--Hotel Bellevue and

Hotel Beau Rivage and a lot of others. Both Sir Robert and Lady Lisburn look-

ed very jolly and well.

There were letters waiting for Lady Lisburn. She read them in her bed-

room. As she saw the writing on one of the envelopes she grew red and then

very white. She perused the letter again and again, with hands trembling and a

face that looked into the mirror with a frightened look. Then she turned off the

electric light and sank on her knees and sobbed. They staid in town for some days. They drove out a good deal, visit-

ing, but young Lady Lisburn looked ill and out of sorts and scarcely spoke to

her husband. He seemed to be repelled by her coldness. Once or twice Lady

Lisburn tried to rouse herself, but the look of worry quickly came back, and

her husband, placid and even as he was, could not help feeling disturbed.

One evening in the latter part of the week Lady Lisburn was sitting at the

open window of their room, her face resting on her hand, looking out into the square and seeing nothing.

A page boy entered with a foreign message. She opened it, read the type-

written words and crumpled quickly the sheet in her hand as Sir Robert came in.

"I want to say something to you, Rob-

ert," she said in a shaky voice. He came over to her. "I want to go away from you for a few weeks."

"A few weeks?" he repeated blankly. "A few weeks. Unless you want me

to be a miserable woman all my life, you must let me do this. Let me go,

and when I come back I shall be quite jolly, and I shall love you more than ever, and we"--

"My dear," said Sir Robert, "you are perfectly unreasonable! You are not yourself." "Unfortunately I am," interposed the young wife sadly.

"Or you wouldn't dream of proposing such a preposterous thing. Now, love,

just you go to bed early tonight and have a good rest, and you'll be all right in the morning."

"If you don't let me go, Robert, I shall never be able to rest again. I

shall be nothing but a curse to you and a misery to myself for all my life. Do let me go."

"My dear love," said Sir Robert, ris-

ing with a very decided air, "if you absolutely refuse to tell me the motive for your disappearance, I absolutely re-

fuse to let you go."

"Then I--then I must go without your permission." She said this without de-

fiance and in the humblest way.

Sir Robert went down stairs and stood at the hotel door for a few minutes

smoking his cigar rather quickly. Then he turned and went to the telephone

room and looked in the book and rang up. Lady Lisburn, white and set of

face, returned to her room and prepared for her journey.

It was a surprise to Sir Robert to find in the hall not 10 minutes later the man

for whom he had telephoned. He was a burly, scarlet faced man, and he gave his card to Sir Robert with an awkward, fat bow: THOMAS BESTER. Fayre, Sweever & Co., Inquiry Agents.

"Come into this room, Mr.--Mr. Bes-

ter." Mr. Bester wiped his boots with par-

ticular care. "You'd like something to drink perhaps?" Mr. Bester pulled his waistcoat down and coughed slightly and said that he didn't know as a drop of whisky would do him any particular harm. At any rate, he said (he said this with the air of a man prepared for any experiment in

the interest of science) he'd try.

Sir Robert ordered a large whisky and gave instructions that he was to be told when Lady Lisburn left the hotel. "We need not hurry until that happens," said Sir Robert. He explained to Mr. Bester what was required. There was to be no fuss, insisted Sir Robert, and no interference. All that Bester had to do was to follow Lady Lisburn, and if she was in any danger to wire Sir Robert at once, and himself take such steps as he might think were necessary. "That's the way," said Mr. Bester, with approbation; "take things calmly. Much better in the long run. I ought

to know. I've been at it in the yard and out of the yard 30 year come next Feb'uary."

"I suppose you have had some inter-

esting cases to deal with," remarked Sir Robert politely.

Mr. Bester stood up and looked at himself in the mirror for a moment and

then sat down again heavily. "The most interesting," he said, "are

them that nobody don't deal with."

Mr. Bester took another sip from his tumbler and essayed to rest one knee on

the other, but found the position for a gentleman of his rotundity uncomfort-

and relinquished the endeavor. "Look here, Sir Robert," said Mr. Bester, "here's a case in point. Just what

you may call a little incident: Look here. This" (taking a wax match from

the box and sticking it upright on the table)--"this is Mr. Bertie Ellenborough,

and this" (taking another and sticking it upright)--"this is Miss--Miss Whatsher-

name. Reelly, I forgit the name. How-

ever, that don't matter."

The door opened softly, but neither of the men noticed it.

"Very well then. Few years ago Mr. Bertie Ellenborough (that's this one) knows Miss Whatshername (that's this

one), and she loves him and writes him warm, rapturous letters--letters that she would be ashamed now to read, or for anybody else to read. Still, a good girl, mind you. Mr. Bertie comes up town, forgets her, goes to bed, slips himself off to America and gets worse and worse. He comes hard up, and what does he do then but blackmail Miss Whatshername. "Damned scoundrel!" exclaimed Sir Robert heartily. "Blackmails her. I happens to go out to trace a chap, and I meets Mister Bertie in a bar, and he tells me all about it." "Ought to be hanged!" remarked Sir Robert.

But that isn't the worst. I tells him for a lark that I'm a bit of a scamp my-

self and brags a bit, and then Mr. Bertie goes one better and assures me that he burned those letters long ago, and he was only pretending he'd still got them.

That beats anything, don't it? There's a scamp for you. Making a regular in-

come out of it too." "Girl married, I wonder?" "So I understand," said Mr. Bester. "Poor girl," said Sir Robert. "Wonder who her husband is?"

"Sir Robert?" said a voice. They had not turned on the light, and the room was growing dark. "My love?" he said.

"They told me you wanted to see me," said Lady Lisburn, "and, my dear, I'm

--I'm not going, I could not have known what I was talking about just now."

"My dear heart," exclaimed Sir Robert delightedly, "tell me what it was that was worrying you?"

"Why, absolutely nothing," answered his wife decidedly. "There was no excuse for it." They took each other's hands.

"Shall I look in again, Sir Robert?" said Mr. Bester respectfully. He had

been standing aside and pretending, with excellent savoir faire, to look out of the window. "Oh, I beg your pardon, Bester," said Sir Robert. "No, you needn't look in again. I'll send your people a check for your trouble."--St. James Gazette. Daisy Miller's Little Brother. The willful little brother of Daisy

Miller is no less true a type than his old-

er and more famous sister. One has but to watch our children's manners with a very little attention to discover this. It will be noticed, too, that those little ones whose parents are wealthy enough to leave them in the hands of trained servants have, at least on the surface, the best manners united to the most docility. This seems to be largely because the servants exact a certain sort of subjugation from them as well as a ready obedience

to what commands they themselves may be allowed to give. The average parent, on the contrary, has no apparent idea of enforcing his desires. Listen to the "Don't do this" and "Do that," as said

to the children you encounter in public places, and notice how seldom any heed whatever is given to the speech. Once in 50 times is a liberal allowance.

But Slightly Acquainted. Visitor at the Club--How singularly looks belie character. The pale youth yonder, I hear, is a very hard case. Old Member--I really know very little about his habits. He is my son.--Club. Graphic. A schoolboy the other day being told to describe Jacksonville, Fla., said, "It is a great summer resort in winter."--New York Tribune. Championed by a Gamin. A ragged, barefooted boy, a crossing sweeper, had doffed his cap to the Duchess of Sutherland in the hope of recog-

nition, when he observed a well dressed

but rakish looking man following her across the street, as if trying to force upon her attentions that were evidently obnoxious to her. There was a look of distress on the duchess' face. "Scuse me, lady," said a boy's voice beside her, "shall I punch 'is 'ead?" She turned, looked down angrily upon the little sweeper, and then said, smiling: "Why, it's Jemmie!" She had remembered his name after all, and at that moment the boy was hers, body and soul. Without waiting for another word he dashed off and turned a sort of violent "cartwheel" so adroitly calculated that he landed with two very muddy feet in the middle of the offensive man's waistcoat. Then, before the man could recover from the shock, the boy had slapped him with one muddy hand across the mouth and with the other had deposited a handful of the filthy compound on the back of his neck. The next moment the boy was in the grasp of a policeman, who dragged him away to the nearest police station. He was just being charged by the constable with having committed an assault when the duchess entered. She spoke kindly

to the gamin and then explained the af-

fair to the inspector on duty. At her request the boy was set at liberty, and he staid only long enough to say to the inspector: "It's the lady what nursed me when the cab run over me leg."--London Cor. New York Tribune. Hints About Driving. When driving, you must watch the road. Turn out for stones, so that the horse shall not stumble nor the wheels jolt over them; avoid the mudholes and places where the going is bad; let the horse slacken speed when the road becomes heavy, and if you want to make up time do it where the ground slightly descends. It is a common mistake to think that a horse can haul a carriage easily on the level. On such a road he has to be pulling every moment; there is no rest. Whereas when the road now rises and now falls the weight is taken off him at times, and he has a chance to recover his wind and to rest his muscles. As between a level road in a valley and an up and down road over the hills, the latter is by far the easier for a horse to travel. When you come to a long level stretch, let your horse walk a bit in the middle of it.

Almost everybody knows that for the

first few miles after coming out of the stable a horse should be driven slowly, and especially if he has just been fed. On a journey it is of the utmost impor-

tance to observe this rule. Be careful,

however, not to check a young nag too quickly when he comes fresh out of the stable. Give him his head, talk to him soothingly, and presently he will come down to a moderate pace. If you pull him up at once, you vex him extremely, so much so that he is not unlikely to kick.--Harper's Young People.

When Booth Saved Young Lincoln's Life. It was at Bowling Green, Ky., during

the summer of 1877. Edwin Booth stood

upon a platform waiting for a train; so, too, did a man unknown to the actor.

Buried in thought, this stranger left the

platform to walk upon the track, not noticing an approaching engine. One

moment more and there would have been

an indistinguishable corpse. Silently, suddenly, Edwin Booth seized this stranger and lifted him almost bodily upon the platform. So close came the engine that it struck the stranger's heels as they left the track. "Do you know who that man is?" asked Mr. Ford, the well known manager of Baltimore, who witnessed the thrilling scene. "No," replied Booth. "Robert Lincoln, President Lincoln's son." This was the most satisfactory incident in Edwin Booth's life. Sensitive as a woman, he suffered untold tortures for the mad deed of his brother. He had voted for Abraham Lincoln as president and never voted before or after.--Kate Field's Washington. Retaining Youth In Mature Life. Not only does the vivacity, the enthusiasm, which belongs to youth carry the man who retains it in middle age over difficulties, but it brings him the sympathy and applause of the world which is sometimes refused to more worthy men. We honor Bacon, but we give out affection to Charles Lamb. Washington, Jefferson, Adams and Webster commanded the homage and veneration of the nation, but it loved Clay, Lincoln and Blaine, with all of their faults. The tendency of American life is to force our young people into shrewd adults, who try anxiously to rid themselves of impulse and emotion. It is a common sarcasm among the young that their fathers and mothers enjoy jokes and are touched by sentiment which their children are quite too old to care for. But may not the fin de siecle boys and girls be losing an element of strength when they forget how to weep and make merry.--Youth's Companion.

On retiring let the air into the room by pulling down the window a short distance from the top and raising it equally

from the bottom. This permits that free

circulation most beneficial to health.