VOL. XIII.

OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, JANUARY 18, 1894.

NO. 42.

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 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.

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.

WALLACE S. RISLEY, REAL ESTATE AND INSURANCE AGENT, 413 MARKET ST., CAMDEN. Properties for sale and to rent. Money to loan on Mortgage.

PETER MURDOCH, DEALER IN COAL and WOOD, Ocean City, N. J.

Orders left at 806 Asbury avenue will receive prompt attention.

WM. E. KERN, Civil Engineer AND Surveyor, Steelmanville, N. J. Special attention given to complicated surveys.

OWEN H. KUDER, 408 Seventh Street, (near Asbury Avenue) BOOT and SHOE MAKER REPAIRING NEATLY DONE. 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.

Physicians, Druggists, Etc. 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.

DR. G. W. URQUHART, 3646 North Broad Street, PHILADELPHIA, PA. Will practice at Ocean City during the months of June, July and August. DR. WALTER L. YERKES, DENTIST, Tuckahoe, N. J.

DR. CHAS. E. EDWARDS, DENTIST, Room 12, Haseltine Building. Take Elevator. 1416 Chestnut St., Philadelphia, Pa.

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. 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.

Samuel Schurch, PRACTICAL BUILDER, MAY BE FOUND AT Bellevue Cafe, On beach bet. Seventh and Eighth Sts.

GEO. A. BOURGEOIS & SON, Carpenters and Builders, OCEAN CITY, N. J. Estimates given. Buildings erected by contract or day.

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 sys-

tem; 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 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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Over 1000 physicians have used it in their practice, and this number is being continually increased.

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R. W. Wheeler. Jasper, New York.

Drs. Starkey & Palen, Philadelphia, Pa.

About a year ago I was suffering from over-

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Drs. Starkey & Palen, Philadelphia, Pa.

It is no secret that after coughing fully four months, and treating with the very best physicians, I obtained my first rest and help from the use of Compound Oxygen. 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. This is at present the nearest perfect of any known cure, advocated by leading temperance reformers, National W. C. T. U. officers, clergymen and physicians. Frances E. Willard says of it: "We are warmly friendly to this movement and believe it to be doing great good."

Such papers commend as Union Signal, W. C. T. U. organ; Watch Tower, Illinois State W. C. T. U. organ; Chicago Inter-Ocean and Chicago Herald, New York Evangelist. The Philadelphia

Evening Star of February 8, 1893, says of it, "It is but a recent experiment in our city, but it can refer to as remarkable evidences of success as older institutions in other places. Those afflict-

ed by an ungovernable appetite 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,

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THE HERMIT THRUSH. Over the tops of the trees And over the shallow stream The shepherd of sunset frees The amber phantoms of dream.

The time is the time of vision; The hour is the hour of calm.

Hark! On the stillness Elysian Breaks how divine a psalm!

Oh, clear in the sphere of the air, Clear, clear, tender and far, Our aspiration of prayer Unto eve's clear star!

Oh singer serene, secure, From thy throat of silver and dew What transport lonely and pure, Unchanging, endlessly new--

An unremembrance of mirth And a contemplation of tears,

As if the musing of earth Communed with the dreams of the years!

Oh, clear in the sphere of the air, Clear, clear, tender and far, Our aspiration of prayer Unto eve's clear star!

O cloistral ecstatic, thy call In the cool, green abodes of the leaves Is the shrine of a power by whose spell Whoso hears aspires and believes! O hermit of evening, thine hour Is the sacrament of desire, When love hath a heavenlier flower And passion a holier fire! Oh, clear in the sphere of the air, Clear, clear, tender and far, Our aspiration a prayer Unto eve's clear star! --C. G. D. Roberts in Youth's Companion.

A HOMELY HERO. [CONTINUED.]

"Thank the Lord! She's mine!" About that time Ephe he crawled outdoors, sick as a dog, and Abe spoke up. Says he: "Now for the other eye, doctor."

"Oh," says the doctor, "we'd better take another day for that." "All right," says Abe, "if your hands are tired of cuttin you can make another job of it. My face ain't tired of bein cut, I can tell you." "Well, if you're game, I am." So, if you'll believe me, they just set to work and operated on the other eye, Abe holding his own head as he said he would and the squire holding the spreader. And when it was all done the doctor was for putting a bandage on to keep things quiet till the wounds all healed up, but Abe just begged for one sight at himself, and he stood up and walked over to the clock and looked in the glass and says he: "So that's the way I look, is it? Shouldn't have known my own face--never saw it before. How long must I keep the bandage on, doctor?" "Oh, if the eyes ain't very sore when you wake up in the morning you can take it off if you'll be careful." "Wake up! Do you s'pose I can sleep when such a blessing has fallen on me? I'll lay still, but if I forget it or you for one minute this night I'll be so ashamed of myself that it'll wake me right up!"

Then the doctor bound up his eyes, and the poor boy said "Thank God" two

or three times, and they could see the tears running down his cheeks from under the cloth. Lord! It was just as pitiful as a broken wing bird!

How about the girl? Well, it was all right for Abe--and all wrong for Ephe

--all wrong for Ephe. But that's all past and gone--past and gone. Folks come for miles and miles to see cross eyed Abe with his eyes as straight as a loon's leg. Dr. Brainard was a great man forever after in those parts. Every-

where else, too, by what I heard.

When the doctor and the squire come to go, Abe spoke up, blindfolded as he was, and says he: "Doc, how much do you charge a feller for savin' his life--making a man out of a poor wreck--doin what he thought never could be done but by dyin and goin to kingdom come?"

"Oh," says Doc Brainard, says he, "that ain't what we look at as pay practice.

You didn't call me in--I came of myself as though it was what we call a clinic.

Ig all goes well and you happen to have a barrel of apples to spare, you just send

them up to Squire Caton's house in Chicago, and I'll call over and help eat 'em."

What did Abe say to that? Why, sir, he never said a word, but they do say

the tears started out again, out from under the bandage and down his cheeks.

But then Abe he had a 5-year-old pet mare he'd raised from a colt--pretty as

a picture, kind as a kitten and fast as split lightning--and next time Doc came

down Abe he just slipped out to the barn and brought the mare round and hitched her to the gate post, and when Doc came to be going, says Abe: "Don't forget your nag, doctor; she's hitched at the gate."

Well, sir, even then Abe he had the hardest kind of a time to get Doc Brainard to take that mare, and when he did ride off leadin her it wasn't half an hour before she came back lickety split. Doc said

she broke away from him and put for home, but I always suspected he didn't have no use for a hoss he couldn't sell nor hire out, and couldn't afford to keep in the village--that was what Chicago was then. But come along toward fall Abe he took her right up to town, and then the doctor's practice had growed so much that he was pretty glad to get her, and Abe was glad to have him have her, seeing all that had come to him through havin eyes like other folks--that's the schoolma'am I mean.

How did the schoolma'am take it?

Well, it was this way. After the cuttin Abe didn't show up for a few days, till the inflammation got down and he'd had some practice handlin his eyes, so to speak. He just kept himself to himself, enjoyin himself. He'd go round doin the chores, singing so you could hear him a mile. He was always great on singin, Abe was, though ashamed to go to singin school with the rest. Then

when the poor boy began to feel like other folks he went right over to where

the schoolma'am happened to be boardin round and walked right up to her and

took her by both hands and looked her straight in the face and said: "Do you know me?"

Well, she kind of smiled and blushed, and then the corners of her mouth pulled down and she pulled one hand away, and, if you believe me, that was the

third time that girl cried that season to my certain knowledge, and all for nothin either time!

What did she say? Why, she just said she'd have to begin all over again to get acquainted with Abe. But Ephe's nose was out of joint, and Ephe knowed it as well as anybody, Ephe did. It was Abe's eyes to Ephe's nose.

Married? Oh, yes, of course, and lived on the farm as long as the old folks

lived, and afterward, too. Ephe staying right along like the fool he always had been. That feller never did have as much sense as a last year's bird nest.

Alive yet? Abe? Well, no. Might have been if it hadn't been for Shiloh. When the war broke out, Abe thought he'd ought to go, old as he was, so he went into the Sixth. Maybe you've seen a book written about the captain of Company K of the Sixth. It was Company K he went into--him and Ephe. And he was killed at Shiloh--just as it always seems to happen. He got killed, and his worthless brother got to come home. Folks thought Ephe would have liked to marry the widow, but Lord! she never had no such an idea! Such bait as he was compared to his brother! She never chirked up to speak of, and now she's dead, too, and Ephe he just toodles round taking care of the children--kind of a he dry nurse. That's about all he ever was good for anyhow. My name? Oh, my name is Ephraim--Ephe they call me for short, Ephe Dodge. Abe was my brother.--Joseph Kirkland in Louisville Courier-Journal.

Mr. Roberts' Check For a Cent.

A few days ago a story was published of a check for 4 cents drawn on a New York national bank and posted as a curiosity in the office of a heavy broker in Wall street. T. P. Roberts of this city has a draft which as a curiosity outranks the 4 cent check and is on a par with the famous Bank of England note for a penny.

From 1886 to 1893 Mr. Roberts was postmaster at Hazen, N. D., and on Jan. 1, 1891, in settlement of his final account with the authorities at Washington, he received a draft on the postmaster at Chicago for 1 cent and signed an impos-

ing formal receipt, which was sent back to Washington. The draft was in the usual form, and the paper on which it was engraved must have been worth nearly its face value. Check marks upon it showed that it had passed through many hands, and it bore the signatures of those in high authority.

A careful computation shows that the issuing of that draft for 1 cent cost the post office department in time and wages at least $14. Mr. Roberts has been of-

fered $20 for it as a curiosity, but says he won't part with it for several times that sum. Some time after he got the draft Mr. Roberts received a notification from Washington that unless it was presented within six months it would not be paid without renewal, but he never has been reduced to such financial straits that he was compelled to have it cashed. So, it will remain outstanding, to be carried on and on in the books of the department, causing profanity among the clerks who are making up the balances and inquiring comments by new sets of officials who come into office with the changes of government. Mr. Roberts will continue to be a creditor of the federal government in the sum of 1 cent. --Paso Robes Moon. An Awful Possibility. It is a great deal more sensible to travel comfortable than to throw away money for nothing. I would prefer to have a cabin to myself, even if I had to travel on a second class ship. I do not see why I should have a stranger in my room. It is a dreadful lottery, and he is apt to have very unclean habits. Imagine this in a close, stuffy atmosphere,

filled already with the odors of the ship and the stench of the machinery. You cannot ask a man for a guarantee of his position. He is apt to belong to the mid-

dle class, and think how perfectly horri-

ble it would be to inhabit a room with a being who has very uncertain notions about the complete change of linen every day and whose rule of cleanliness has been a tub once a week on Saturday night. And then, even if cleanly, he might not wear the right kind of underclothes, and he might persist in sleeping in night robes instead of pajamas, and he might do a hundred other dreadful things. Think of watching such a creature dress--it would be an awful fascination with me--and find that he changed his collar and his cuffs and not his shirt, which, still glazed and shiny from the manipulations of a Chinaman, would have its dirt spotted bosom concealed by a made up scarf with--it is too horrible to think of!--Cor. Vogue. Worse Still. Butcher--Didn't like that ham? Why, it was some that I cured myself. Customer--Cured yourself! Call that ham cured? Why, man, it wasn't even convalescent.--Boston Transcript. Assertion unsupported by fact is negatory. Surmise and general abuse, in however elegant language, ought not to pass for truth.--Junius.

Wall Street's Narrow Escape.

Wall street barely escaped something worse than Black Friday on July 18. It came pretty near to being a black Tuesday. Scores of men on and off the exchange will remember it as long as they live in the way that one remembers a great peril, and even the men who made hundreds of thousands through that day's awful drop in values will always look back upon it with a twinge of terror. Some time, when these troublous times have passed and Wall street has a chance to pause for a bit of gossip again, a great story will be told about that Tuesday--a story that will astound everybody except a few of the country's greatest speculators, and a story that will make many people in this and other cities turn pale and catch their breaths. They will show then how frightfully narrow was the escape from a financial catastrophe of crushing magnitude.

They will know that the fate of the street, and with it the fate of scores of tributaries to the street, legitimate and otherwise, of bankers, merchants and manufacturers, too numerous to stop to count, hung in the balance, and that a finger's touch from any one of three men would have turned the scale ruinward. And when they learn this they will probably come as near to really thanking God as their religion or lack of religion will let them, because instead of the one man's finger touch weighting the scale down with disaster there was a sturdy shoulder push from all three of that day's destinies of the street to force it up into safety.--New York Press. A Murderer Pensioner. Ambassador Bayard has been instructed to make inquiries in regard to whether Captain W. C. Minor is still alive, or whether the government is paying a salary to a dead officer. Captain Minor is a retired officer of the medical corps, his retirement being due to brain trouble consequent upon a sunstroke received in the line of duty in Florida in 1870, and he was sentenced for life in an English asylum for shooting a man on English soil 21 years ago. It is the only case on record of a murderer borne on the rolls of the army and drawing the regular pay of his grade. His pay is drawn by Richard E. Rice of New Haven, the appointed conservator, who files quarterly certificates bearing the signature of the superintendent of the Broadmere Criminal Lunatic asylum to the effect that Captain Minor is living. The last report from the superintendent read: "He was confined in the asylum April 17, 1872. His offense consisted of shooting with a revolver and killing a man in the Belvidere road, Lambeth." The relatives of Captain Minor have repeatedly made strenuous efforts through the state department to secure his re-lease.--Albany Express.

A State Soda Fountain. It may sound like a Munchausen yarn, but it is an actual fact that in the squint eyed little burg of Sodaville, in Linn county, in block 8 of the town plat, there is a soda spring, and that the last legislature, in its infinite wisdom, provided that "inasmuch as there is a great and growing demand on the part of the public for the waters of said spring," the state would spend $500 to improve it. This is at last the fond realization of the long felt want which has been loafing around the country like the ghost of boyhood's happy days in quest of a watermelon patch where haply lingered no vicious dog. It is a grand and imposing sight to see the legislative fancy rising from the sordid contemplation of a cold and unresponsive hog law and hovering on halcyon wings over the soft murmur of an idyllic state soda foun-tain.--Astoria (Or.) Budget. This is a Georgia Story. At Waynesboro, just before a recent hanging, two young fellows went out to inspect the gallows and satisfy their curiosity. Arrived on the spot, one of them expressed a desire to see how the thing worked. "Put your head in the noose," said the other, "and I'll show you." For the novelty of the thing his companion suited the action to the word, when--"click!" and down shot the trap! The noose was not in position, how-

ever, and slipped off the head of the frightened fellow just in time to save him from being jerked out of the world. Neither of those adventurous young men has any further desire to test the efficacy of the sheriff's preparations for dispatching people from this world to

the next.--Atlanta Constitution.

Money In Wall Street. New Yorkers are noted for being scramblers after money. But they are just as remarkable for the risks they take with it when they get it. A man went through Wall street to the ferry one day last week with $300,000 in the pocket of his overcoat. He had an umbrella in one hand and a cigar between the fingers of the other. It would not

have required an expert pickpocket to relieve him of his wealth. Yesterday a lad was sent to a banking house to deposit a

certified check for $65,000. He went along swinging it in his hand. In front of the bank he stopped and tried to balance the check on the end of his nose. No one

would have believed that what he had was anything but a worthless scrap of paper.--New York Times.

A Long Time Between Scraps.

It is 232 years since a blow was last struck in the house of commons, and the offender was then sent by the speaker to the Tower of London.--Boston Herald.