NO. 21.

VOL. XIII.

OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, AUGUST 24, 1893.

Ocean City Sentinel. PUBLISHED WEEKLY AT OCEAN CITY, N. J. BY R. C. ROBINSON, Editor and Proprietor. $1.00 per year, strictly in advance. $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 8 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 Entertainments 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.

LAW OFFICES. SCHUYLER C. WOODRULL. 310 Market St., Camden, N. J. Solicitor of Ocean City.

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.

DR. E. C. WESTON, Dentist, 638 CENTRAL AVENUE, OCEAN CITY, N. J. During August, and Saturday to Monday night of September.

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.)

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 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., 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 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 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 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.

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ed by an ungovernable thirst 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. Walter 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 safe, swift 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.

A DREAM. I dreamt that over the winter world The winter winds were sighing, And into the orioles' empty nests

The flakes of snow were flying.

The vines along the garden wall With crystal ice were gleaming,

And in the garden dull and bare

The summer flowers were dreaming. The snow lay deep over withered grass,

The skies were cold and gray,

And slowly the dreary night came on To end the weary day. I woke. High up in the orchard boughs A hundred birds were singing, And in the birch trees' pleasant shade The orioles' nests were swinging. Along the river, tall and green,

I saw the rushes growing, And daisy petals white as snow

Among the grasses showing.

The flowers held the sunshine bright, The breezes were at play, And swiftly the dreamy night came on To end the happy day. --Angelina W. Wray in Harper's Bazar. THE WARNING VOICE. The tall leafless trees in the little dell (or dene, locally speaking) creaked and groaned in the sad winter wind, and the waters of the burn foamed and fretted about the great gray bowlders continuously. A dull, red sun scarce managed to pierce through the prevailing grayness, and masses of blue black cloud lay low upon the horizon. Any one familiar with the district--that wild, bleak, barren country contiguous to the Chevoit range--would have known instinctively that bad weather was in store, that the long expected snow would make its appearance ere long. Between the fitful gusts of wind there was something solemn and impressive in the aspect of nature and in the heavy, lifeless atmosphere, something that suggested a breathless waiting for the coming storm. Meanwhile the scattered flocks of sheep moved in a leisurely fashion along the steep sides of the fells, and a pair of lovers lingered in the dene, too absorbed in their own insignificant portion of the world's business to pay much attention to the impending trouble. The girl was young, and on her cheeks bloomed the roses of vigorous health, but she was poorly dressed, while the young man, who was enacting--after a somewhat mean fashion--the part of lover, looked prosperous and well to do.

"It's hard upon me, Ralph. You must confess that!" she exclaimed, with a touch

of bitterness, as her blue eyes looked wistfully up through a mist of tears. "It

isn't ma fault that Aw canna keep him straight, and yet Aw'm to be punished for it, as if it was!"

Ralph turned his head away. He could not bear to meet the pathetic appeal of her eyes. He had imagined himself stronger until that moment. It had re-

quired some courage to face the ordeal, which proved worse than he had anticipated. He was a fine, athletic looking young

fellow, but there was a feebleness about his mouth and jaw that did not promise much moral stamina.

"It's to be all over betwixt us, then, because yer feyther wishes it?" the girl went on in a tremulous voice. Ralph shuffled about from one foot to the other for a minute or two, then he burst out: "How can Aw say it--what would yer hev me do, Nelly? If the auld man turns me off, Aw've nowt o' my own te live

on. Aw, man, stick te the farm and to him--d---- him! Ye wadn't like to see

me hire oot for a hind or a shepherd--me that's been browt up decently?" Nelly knew nothing of the world. In this remote north country nook had her

whole life been passed, and from the larger life that books might have opened

out her lack of education had debarred her. Nevertheless she was a woman

and had intuitions. It crossed her mind now that a man who loved a woman truly and unselfishly might without much self denial do more heroic things

for her sake. But she said nothing. She loved him, and she wished to be-

lieve the best of him.

As Ralph Wilson looked at her he rec-

ognized that for himself as well as for the girl this separation which cirucm-

stances had rendered imperative was a real hardship.

Where in all the countryside could her equal be found in looks, manners,

sweetness of disposition, loyalty of hearts? Though she was only the child of a drunken, disreputable old shepherd, she

could hold her own against any of the farmers' daughters in the neighborhood.

It was this fact of her unfortunate par-

entage that had proved a stumbling block to their happiness. They had

been thrown together from childhood, for Martin Daglish, the shepherd, had

grown old in Farmer Wilson's employ-

ment, and an attachment had sprung up between them when Nelly bloomed into womanhood. But, alas, for the course of true love! It had from the first been shadowed by the shame and degradation of the girl's father. During the course of the year that was drawing to a close the drunkard had made a tremendous effort for the sake of his child, whom he fondly loved, to reform, and Farmer Wilson had rather

reluctantly given his consent to the mar-

riage. He thought that Ralph might have done better, in a worldly sense, than marry Nelly Daglish. There were farmers' daughters about who had both

money and good connections, and the lad was a fool to throw himself away, but

she was a good, useful, industrious girl all the same, and if only the old man ful-

filled his promise and kept steady there wasn't much to be said against the match. That "if!" A month before this the shepherd had broken out again worse than ever for his enforced abstinence and had become the object of public scorn and contumely. Then it was that Farmer Wilson interfered with a high hand and withdrew his consent preemptorily. It was all very well to marry a poor girl, though even that was a foolish concern when capital was required to develop the resources of the land, but to marry a poor girl whose father was a shame and a disgrace to the neighborhood was too idiotic an act to be tolerated without some endeavor being made to put a stop to it. The farmer had therefore a rather stormy interview with his only son. At first the lad stuck to his resolution to marry Nelly at all hazards and trust their united efforts either to keep the old shepherd steady or to give him the cold shoulder. But Farmer Wilson was a man of the world, and he knew the

fallacy of these hopes. Old Martin Dag-

lish was past reformation in his eyes and even Ralph acknowledged that he was not himself sanguine about it. And Nelly would stick to her father through thick or thin; that was the worst of it! Ralph Wilson was weak, though well intentioned, and he proved as wax in his father's hands. Before the conclusion of the scene he had promised to see Nelly and to induce her to give him back his plighted troth. The interview now proceeding was the result of that promise. "Don't you imagine that you have the worst of it, Nelly," said Ralph as he felt again the charm of her presence. "These things come more hard to a man than a woman, because they are not so patient." Nelly sighed. "But men can go away and forget all about their disappointments. They ha' lots to think about. But we women folk --we just ha' to bide it and say nothin, though our hearts be ever so sore! Oh, Ralph, lad, I wish we'd never seen one another!" Ralph, moved by a sudden impulse, drew the girl to him and with passionate vehemence kissed her lips over and over again. "I cannot help it--they are the last," he muttered apologetically as he reluctantly released her, "but it is cruel--downright cruel--that we ha' to part! And all for the sake of a drunken good for nothing that might have broken his neck half a dozen times this winter if that mistaken providence that watches overs such like wastrels hadn't prevented it. Hang him! I wish he was dead!" "Don't, Ralph! I cannot bide to hear you!" "What good is his life? It doesn't benefit one living creature--not even himself! You ought to wish it, too, Nelly, instead of chiding me. Aye, and you would if you cared half as much about me as I do about you." Nellie drew herself slowly away and looked him straight in the face. "You don't mean a word of what you're sayin, or I would give you a bit of my mind for bein heartless! Poor old dad. He's never said a cross word to me in my life--not even when he was the worst for drink! He's nobody's enemy but his own, there's that to be said for him, anyway. If you won't marry me because I mean to stick to my auld feyther, wey aa'll ha' to bide it as best aa may. But as for me wantin him deid --ma poor, good hearted dad--that'll never, never be, and so I tell ye plainly, Ralph!" At this conclusion the young fellow hung his head, feeling rather ashamed of his ill nature, and the pair walked in a leisurely and dejected manner toward the farm. Where the two roads joined

they parted, sullen, miserable, without their customary kiss or even a friendly handshake.

Again the little dene appeared desert-

ed and resumed its normal aspect of expectation, the spell having been broken momentarily by the young and eager presences. But the solitude and silence did not have long to reign. Up one bank of the stream straggled a thicket of ragged shrubs, alders and hawthorns, and from thence there emerged a few minutes afterward the figure of a man. He crawled up to the level ground upon his hands and knees, like some prowling beast that had been in hiding. When he reached the road, he rose to his feet and stood upright, or at least made as near an approach as to that position as his own condition would allow, for he was evidently greatly under the influence of alcohol. He rubbed his hand across his eyes and gazed in a bewildered fashion in the direction taken by the pair of lovers. "Ma canny Nelly! Ma bonny lass!" he muttered in a tremulous, husky voice, the voice of a heavy whisky drinker, "just te think she ha' stuck by me like you!"

He stood silent for a moment after this, as though endeavoring to master

the situation; then he gave himself a shake like as a dog does on emerging from the water. "You boozy, dram drinkin old soaker, dinna ye feel ashamed o' yersel'?" he burst out at last. "What's wrong wi' ye? Lemme think." But it was of no use for him to try and consider. The earth reeled around and met the sky, and the road rose up

and hit him in the face. His brain was on fire, and he could not think.

He stumbled down to the edge of the stream again, and at the imminent risk of meeting death by drowning managed to lave his face and head in the icy cold water and to gulp down some great drafts of the same, making, it must be confessed, a wry face at the latter part of the pro-

gramme.

Then he sat down on a heap of stones, and resting his face in his hands made another effort.

He was the miserable wreck of a fine,

stalwart man. Although little past the prime of life, drink had done its work,

and he looked a broken down old toper

on the brink of the grave. He had the

bleared, unsteady eyes of a drunkard, a drunkard's loose, slobbery mouth, but his features were of an originally good and pleasing type, and it was not difficult to trace in his face a likeness to pretty Nelly. "He was reet--the confoonded young fool was reet--and my canny bairn was wrong. There is no use in a life like mine--none whatever! An if I was deid he marry her and she be happy--she'd

be happy."

It was not a pleasant retrospect that life of his, look at it how he might. Lost opportunities, hopes that had died unnatural deaths, ambitions that had been drowned under that thirsty sea that had engulfed his manhood and made him the sot he was.

God forgive him! The face of the wife whose heart he had broken rose before him now in his maudlin repentance to add to his misery. He remembered the look in her eyes as she feebly took his hand in her own dying ones and laid it upon the head of her baby girl.

"Be good--to Nelly--and--and dinna

make her life--like mine has been--through that--cursed drink!" He had promised, with the tears of maudlin grief in his eyes, and he had honestly meant to keep that promise. And now her life--the life of that child --was to be wrecked through his.

"It would be all reet if I were only deid," he said again despairingly. As he stumbled homeward he noticed with some anxiety the signs of the weather.

The red winter sun had sunk some time before, and the great masses of blue black cloud pressed heavily down upon the earth, promising either a thunder-

storm of a heavy fall of snow before morning.

* * * * * * Nelly's eyes looked red and swollen

when her father entered the cottage where they lived, but otherwise she showed no traces of the ordeal she had undergone.

It was a poor sort of place, that hum-

ble shepherd's hut, but scrupulously clean and neat, and Martin's supper of bread and cheese was laid out ready for his arrival. [TO BE CONTINUED.]

We Owe the Hat to Asia. We owe the hat to Asia, for it was in that country that the art of felting wool

was first known, and from the most re-

mote periods the art was carried on by

the orientals. In India, China, Burmah

and Siam hats are made of straw, of rattan, of bamboo, of pith, of the leaf of the Tallport palm and of a large variety of grasses. The Japanese made their hats of paper. The modern hat can be traced back to the petasurs worn by the ancient Romans when on a journey, and hats with brims were also used by the earlier Greeks. It was not until after the Roman conquest that the use of hats began in England. A "hatte of biever," about the middle of the twelfth century, was worn by one of the nobles of the land. Fraissort describes hats and plumes which were worn at Edward's court in 1340, when the Garter order was instituted. The merchant in Chaucer's "Canterbury

Tales" had "on his head a Flaunderish beaver hat," and from that period onward there is frequent mention of "felt hattes."--Washington Star.

No Law Against Removing a Dead Body. "Where in the world," asked the lawyer who volunteered information without a retaining fee, "did people--espe-cially people in the country--get the idea that one cannot touch or remove a body until the coroner has arrived? That is almost a general belief in the country, and there never was a more ridiculous and absurd piece of nonsense than this. I have seen a body lie in everybody's way because the people thereabout thought that it was unlawful to touch it. This foolish tradition amounts almost to a superstition, and you may be sure no coroner takes the trouble to enlighten stupid ignorance upon the subject. The coroner is only too willing to aggrandise his influence and power, and therefore rather encourages than discourages this silly superstition."--New York Tribune.

Bending the Knee to Foreigners. A clever New York woman of assured social position frankly admitted to a horrified Frenchman of rank that nothing of a lower grade than the imperial

or republican head of a great nation, in his representative capacity, could win from her a bend of the knee. The princelets, male and female, were but

everyday folk in her eyes, quite without social "divinity," and to these she refused to make obeissance. The lady's distinction is self respecting and truly American, and as a rule of conduct it

is commended as an antidote for the indiscriminate courtesy craze.--Vogue.

It is from the rootlets or small fibers of a tree or plant that its subsistence is obtained, and in this performance of its duty nature has given those delicate,

tender parts wonderful strength and persistence when exerted within rules.

In their search for food supply they will

sometimes even penetrate soft rock to reach favored spots.

The total amount contributed to Presbyterian churches during the past year was over $14,000,000.