VOL. XIII. OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, AUGUST 10, 1893. NO. 19. 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, ICSE, 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 St., 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 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. WALTER L. YERKES, DENTIST, Tuckahoe, N. J.

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.)

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.

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 sys-

tem; new electric street rail-

road; electric lights; new hotels; 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 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, 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 ex-

tensive and influential connec-

tions, he has superior advan-

tages 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.

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Belle K. Adams. Cleveland, Ohio. 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 absolutely as with any other morbid condition of the system, we have added recently The National Gold Cure for Alcohol, Morphine, etc.

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Such papers commend as Union Signal, W. C. T. U. organ; Watch Tower, Illinois State W. C.

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A PETITION. My little grandson three years old

Sleeps by my bedside nightly, Through the long hours of dark and cold Dreaming, he slumbers lightly. He feels my love around him fold And in its heart reposes, Upon his hair a gleam of gold, His cheeks like damask roses.

Oft through the chill and silent night

I stretch a hand caressing

To draw the blanket warm and light

About him with a blessing.

In sleep he feels that touch so sweet,

So lingering and tender,

Turns his dear face my palm to meet With soft and glad surrender. O God of pity and of love, Have patience with our blindness; Thy hand is stretched our heads above Warm with thy watchful kindness. Give us this baby's perfect faith! Whatever ills assail us, Help us to feel in life or death

That thou wilt never fail us. --Celia Thaxter in Youth's Companion.

A MAN'S HONOR. Wyndam leaned back in his chair, regarding the saltant flames of the grate fire with hostile eyes. He believed himself to be particularly calm--his heart was beating at its normal, placid pace, his mind was clear. He was unaware that his fingers were nervously tapping the arms of his chair, and that his view of the fire was gradually growing blurred and indistinct.

The library table was thickly strewn with papers, and Wyndam's brother leaned heavily against it, gnawing his discolored lips.

At length Wyndam broke the strained silence. He arose from his seat and placed his arm upon his brother's shoul-

der, saying: "Do you see the biting jest fortune played us in removing our father

before he could destroy these pleasing documents? For I have no doubt he fully intended to destroy them."

The younger man impatiently chafed under his brother's words. He threw back his head as if to shake himself free from

the thoughts which pursued him.

"I am not sorry he had not time to de-

stroy them," he returned laboredly. "He tried to teach us to the full the meaning

of honor--perhaps with the idea that we would be able to do what he was not

strong enough to accomplish. It only remains with us to make restitution."

Wyndam looked at him in astonish-

ment and cold admiration of his manner of receiving the blow.

"That is all that is left for us," he agreed slowly, "and we can accomplish

it only by our death; otherwise the world would know of our dishonor. For-

tunately Howard is the next in succes-

sion and will come into his own with-

out need of disclosing to him our shame."

The younger man was unable to re-

strain the faint look of protest which momentarily flashed into his heavy eyes.

Then the blank hopelessness again enveloped his features as he echoed, "Only our death can right the wrong."

He recognized that the case required that drastic measure. He wished no re-

peal from it, for every breath he now drew was poisoned. But the thought of death, which only an hour ago had seemed so far distant, came upon him with something of a shock.

"It will be well for us to make our exit as speedily as possible," Wyndam pur-

sued. "There will be the usual wonder-

ment at our hasty deed, but at least there will be no suspicion of the truth."

He commenced to separate the papers with his customary methodical preci-

sion, quickly bringing order out of the confusion which had reigned. He was

hindered rather than helped by his broth-

er's assistance. He deposited in the fire the confession which had laid bare be-

fore them unguessed infamy, and the two stood watching until the flames had

mercifully devoured the last bit of paper which could have avowed their dishonor.

Then Wyndam said: "I am now going

to my own apartments. It will probably take me an hour to arrange my own af-

fairs. At the expiration of that time I shall end my life."

"I shall do likewise," declared the younger man, who had now regained the mastery of himself. His voice rang steady, but his face was like a death mask in its stiffened, unnatural repose. There had never been any strong liking between them, but as Wyndam shook his brother's hand upon separating from

him at the turn of the corridor he was

stirred by a momentary thrill of pity. He knew his brother well enough to realize that life could now hold no possible charm for him, but it seemed sad that he should be forced to leave it while he was still possessed of the exaltations peculiar to youth. Wyndam closed the door of his own den and set about the completion of his task. There was not one letter over which he lingered before committing it to the flame, yet many of them were from the one woman he had ever loved and to whom his marriage was imminent. He had always been able to keep his mind from the disagreeable, and he was determined that in this last act he would still maintain his admirable composure and not try himself needlessly. He refused absolutely to allow his thoughts to dwell upon what was to happen within the hour, and he noticed with a subdued throb of self satisfaction his unfaltering nerve. He debated with himself for some moments over the advisability of leaving a last few words to the woman who was to have been his wife, but ultimately dismissed the thought as savoring of the dramatic. In fact, he felt he could derive no consolation from writing to her, as he could frame no possible excuse for his impending action. He walked composedly to the drawer which contained his revolver, but paused before the mirror to push back from his brow the hair which had become displaced. He also noticed that his cravat was somewhat awry and rearranged it. He was unconsciously taking mental

note of his condition. He had more than

once before proved himself to be possessed of more than ordinary courage and had felt assured he would meet death when it came unflinchingly. Yet

as he unhesitatingly leveled the weapon

at his heart he congratulated himself upon his coolness.

As he was about to pull the trigger he heard indistinctly the muffled report of the pistol which had been fired in a room further down the corridor. The sound hastened him, and he at once pulled the trigger. He fell into the chair beside him, his hand pressed to his heart, hoping that death would not be long delayed, for the pain he was suffering was intense. He

could feel the warm blood trickling over his hand, dyeing the bosom of his shirt a vivid red.

His eyes fell upon his trembling hand,

which still clutched the pistol. It was not smoking, and suddenly there echoed

in Wyndam's ear the dull fall of the

hammer. He realized that he was not shot; that the pistol had been unloaded.

The mirror, which he faced, unmerci-

fully reflected him. The color had fled from his face; his eyes were fixed and distended; his lips were twitching. He

gave some contemptuous commiseration to the abject figure, failing to realize im-

mediately that it was himself.

The weapon dropped from his nerveless fingers, and he buried his face in his hands. He continued to sit in his huddled position for some time, then, after several fruitless attempts, got to his feet. He groped his way blindly to the car-

tridges, and when he at last had the box in his hand slowly retraced his steps to

the pistol, which lay upon the floor. He lowered his hand for it, but he could not

pick it up. He drew himself erect and wiped away the cold perspiration which had broken out on his brow.

"Great God," he whispered, "what a coward I am!"

He carefully smoothed the anguish from his face, and once again bent for the re-

volver. This time he was able to convey it to the table. He endeavored to reload it, but could not.

"I shall rest for a time," he meditated,

dragging himself to a chair. "It is true I told him I should end it all within the hour, but there is no pressing hurry, and my worst enemy would not wish to shorten these extra moments."

His eyes wandered aimlessly about the room, but finally rested upon a long en-

velope which lay upon his desk. It was directed to him in an unfamiliar hand.

In one corner was the name and address of a prominent firm of lawyers. He

had noticed it previously, but had not opened it. Now, wishing to divert his mind, he incuriously broke the seal. It was a lengthy communication, but from his brief glance he gleaned that

through the death of his mother's only brother he and his brother were joint

heirs to an enormous fortune. He re-

stored the letter to its envelope. The in-

telligence seemed an unnecessarily cruel

taunt of fate. His riches or his poverty could not now concern him.

"And to think of it all reverting to Howard," he muttered. "He will not know how to use it; he will be more uncomfortable than pleased. He becomes heir to 10 times what should originally have been his through one man's perfidy, and because I am that man's son, and because it is a just law that the sins of the father shall be visited on the children I must suffer. There is but one consolation--no one knows, or ever can know, the depth of our father's baseness but ourselves." It suddenly flashed upon him that the knowledge had now narrowed down to himself. He turned the envelope over caressingly, repeating softly, "No one on earth knows but myself." He seemed to derive a certain satisfaction from the words. "Were we right in so summarily deciding that only through our death could restitution be made?" he demanded. "Howard would be far more content if left with his books and a modest competency. The control of vast wealth would be nothing but a burden to him. Of course he could not be given what is rightfully his without creating suspicion, and that must be avoided, but we can"--He went no further, for he was again confronted by his brother's death. He once more extended his hand to the revolver, and all hsi lately acquired repose vanished. His face hardened; a look of subtle cunning crept about his lips. "Perhaps it is as well," he urged. "He would never have been at peace, for he had an exaggerated idea of honor. If I determine to live," he pursued, "I shall resolutely thrust from me the remem-

brance of what we discovered. There

will be nobody, nothing, to remind me of it, and even to myself I shall appear as much a man of honor as before we happened upon these papers. With dogged firmness he replaced the cartridges and revolver in their compartment. No sign of the conflict which had raged remained. It had grown late, and he carefully dressed for dinner. Once or twice his thoughts hovered over the motionless

form lying in his brother's room. It would be necessary for him to feign sur-

prise when the servants found the body, but he impressed upon himself the fact

that he must be cautious not to overact his role. He had dressed without his valet's help, but as he was about to leave the room he heard him in the corridor. He advanced toward the door, smiling a little, as if pleased at having got along without the man's assistance. He opened the door, then retreated a step, as did also the man on the threshold.

The two brothers, both carefully dressed, stood face to face.--Alice S. Wolf in Argonaut.

Expects to Have Arms Grafted to Him. Theodore Lee, the armless newsdealer, who went east recently with a vague idea that he could get arms grafted on to his stumps, has been heard from. He has been inquiring among specialists regarding his case, and he finds that he may yet secure arms. First, the arms that are to be grafted on to his stumps must be taken from a healthy man or woman, and the hope is held out to Mr. Lee that he may find some person--condemned to be hanged, for instance--who would, for $1,000 say, to be given to relatives or

charity, allow an arm to be amputated for grafting purposes. Mr. Lee has in

substance been informed that the splice

would have to be made just above the elbow joint.

When Mr. Lee has found a person

who will submit to the operation, they

will have to be brought together in such

a position as to permit the arms of both, which are to be operated upon, be-

ing placed in plaster of paris casts so that they cannot be moved. Then it is

proposed to cut the back part of both the arms, also cutting through the bone.

The arm that is to be grafted on to Mr. Lee's stump or that portion of it that is cut away at the first operation is to be adjusted and fastened to the stump and allowed to remain until it heals and there is evidence of circulation between the stump and the part that is grafted on. The second operation will be the cutting of the remainder of the inside portion of the arm, together with the

artery and the nerve. This operation,

it is proposed, however, is not to be un-

dertaken until the surgeons are satisfied that the circulation through the part of the arm already grafted on is sufficient to nourish and support the new forearm. --St. Paul Pioneer Press. How the Panic Was Stopped. Horace McPhee, who is here as Riverside county commissioner, says there was no flurry whatever about the Bank

of Elsinore. And then McPhee told a story which is particularly apt at these times.

He said there was a run on a bank in an iron mill town, and the depositors

were being paid in silver dollars. The excitement increased, and the run be-

came a fast one. The cashier was a young Irishman, and the work put upon

him was more than he liked. He resolved to stop it. He sent the janitor with a bushel of silver dollars into a rear room where there was a stove, with instructions to "heat them silver dollars

redhot." They were heated, and in that condition he handed them out with

a ladle. The depositors first grabbed the coin, then kicked. "But you'll have to take them that way," said the cashier. "We are turning them out as fast as we can melt and mold them, and if you won't wait till they cool you'll have to take them hot." That settled it. The run was stopped. McPhee says the story is true, but denies that he was the Irish cashier.--San Diego Sun. Excursions For Women Students. The New York association for sending young women, advanced students, artists, teachers and skilled artisans, in parties of 17 at a time, for eight days' stay at Chicago, has raised nearly $10,000 for its two months' house rent, maintenance and traveling expenses. The expense account is: Excursion tickets, with berths in sleeping cars, $38; meals on train, $2.50 each way, $5; lodging in Chicago, $8; two admissions daily to fair, $8; meals in Chicago, $1.50, daily, $12; car fares,

$2; extras, accident insurance, $2. Total,

$75. In their house the travelers are cared for by a competent woman. Another, who is experienced in conducting

parties of tourists, meets the strangers on their arrival, spends three days on

the fair grounds with each party and sees that they are safely settled in their places in the cars on the return jour-ney.--Exchange. An Offer of 2,500 Sheep Refused. An offer of 2,500 sheep for nothing being refused is recorded by a Sydney paper. This occurred in the Riverina, New South Wales, where, in consequence of the drought, the land is greatly overstocked. In the case mentioned the sheep had been shorn, and as the selector, to whom they were offered, had no spare feed or water for them, they were killed and their carcasses burned. In other cases sheep have been skinned, their carcasses having been burned, as the skins were worth more than the sheep were when alive. One lot, sent by rail some distance, did not realize enough to pay expenses.

Gradations of Color. A very stylish young lady, taken unawares, sent Battista, her manservant, to buy her a pair of gloves with all dispatch.

"Let them give you a pair of flesh colored ones."

Battista returned with a pair of dark brown gloves.

"Did I not tell you to bring a flesh colored pair?"

"Well," said Battista, holding out his

hands.--Illustrazione Fouclare.