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VOL. XIII.

OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 22, 1894.

NO. 47.

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. D. S. SAMPSON, DEALER IN Stoves, Heaters, Ranges, PUMPS, SINKS, &C., Cor. Fourth Street and West Avenue, OCEAN CITY, N. J. Tin roofer and sheet-iron worker. All kinds of Stove Casting furnished at short notice. Gasoline Stoves a specialty. All work guaranteed as represented.

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 con-

tract 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 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., 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 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 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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WISHES.

I asked a little child one day, A child intent on joyous play, "My little one, pray tell to me Your dearest wish; what may it be?"

The little one thought for awhile, Then answered with a wistful smile, "The thing that I wish most of all Is to be big, like you, and tall."

I asked a maiden sweet and fair, Of dreamy eyes and wavy hair, "What would you wish, pray tell me true That kindly fate should bring to you?"

With timid mien and downcast eyes And blushes deep and gentle sighs, Her answer came, "All else above, I'd wish some faithful heart to love."

I asked a mother, tried and blest, With babe asleep upon her breast, "O mother fond, so proud and fair, What is thy inmost secret prayer?"

She raised her calm and peaceful eyes, Madonnalike, up to the skies. "My dearest wish is this," said she, "That God may spare my child to me."

Again, I asked a woman old, To whom the world seemed hard and cold, "Pray tell me, O thou blest in years, What are thy hopes, what are thy fears?"

With folded hands and head bent low She answer made, in accents slow, "For me remains but one request--It is that God may give me rest." --Emile Pickhardt in Boston Globe.

MATRIMONIAL.

A forlorn figure she was. She was sit-

ting on her trunk at a landing on the banks of Red river, waiting for the down boat. About her was a group of amused but sympathetic bystanders, and she was telling them her story.

"I answered it in good faith," she said. "Here is his advertisement. I cut it from a matrimonial agency paper." She took the clipping from her pocket and read it aloud, her black eyes snapping dangerously:

I am a widower, 34 years old. I live, with my two little girls, upon my cotton plantation. I have 1,000 acres, more or less, my own unin-

cumbered property, situated on the beautiful Bayou St. Lucas. I have a nice cottage home embowered in vines, with gardens, chickens,

cows, harness and saddle horses, flowers, fruit--every comfort except a wife. With a few to supplying the deficiency, I ask a correspondence with some respectable young lady, hoping to persuade her to

"Share my cottage, gentle maid. It only waits for thee To add a sweetness to its shade And happiness to me."

References exchanged. ALEXANDER GRAVILLE.

"I answered that advertisement," said the black eyed girl sitting on the zinc covered trunk.

"I was a teacher in a small private school in New York. The work was hard; the pay was poor. I had a stepmother at home and a houseful of small half brothers and sisters. I wanted to get away. I--I--had had a--disappointment"

--the black eyes filled--"and I was un-

happy. I had read 'Jane Eyre' and I--really thought that man might be anoth-

er Rochester. We corresponded. He gave the postmaster as reference. I wrote to the postmaster, and he answered that Mr. Graville's character and stand-

ing were all right. He had a good farm, he was honest and paid his debts.

"Mr. Graville wanted me to come on and be married at his home. I drew what money I had saved out of the sav-

ings bank, sold me watch and came on. My stepmother was glad to get rid of me. I got here yesterday. He had said he would meet me at this landing--it would be a pleasant ride out to his cot-

tage. I had written a letter just before I left, saying when I would arrive. I found nobody to meet me. I asked the way to Mr. Alexander Graville's. No-

body could tell until an old darky sung out:

"'Dat white 'oman mus' mean ole Sandy Gravel. He live back here in the swamp, but he ain't got no ca'age to send for nobody. Got nuthin but er cyart.

Hit's here now. His son Ben driv'in to git some pervisions.'

"'Has he a son?' I asked.

"'Got a swarm of 'em,' was the answer. 'All done married but Ben.'

"My mind misgave me, but I had no place to go to--no money, so I hunted up Ben and told him I was going to his fa-

ther's house. He was a freckled, patched, stupid looking young man. He looked at me with eyes and mouth open in amazement and was so bashful that I re-

frained from asking questions. I never hinted to Ben that I had come on to be his stepmother.

"On we drove, over stumps and roots and gullies--through mud and swamps. It seemed to be 20 miles. At last we drew up before a dingy, two roomed house

with a shed at the back. A few scruggy peach trees and a neglected grapevine

were the only green things in the yard beside the weeds. A woman was milk-

ing a scrawny cow in front of the gate. She had her back to us and a sunbonnet on. Two shock headed, barelegged chil-

dren sat on the fence. They gave the alarm when they saw a stranger in the

cart, and a man, who had been squatted in a fence corner holding off the calf got up and came toward us.

"'That's pap,' said Ben.

"He looked nearer 60 than 35. He was grizzle and snaggle toothed; his neck

was red and wrinkled. He came up to the cart. He was agitated and chewed his tobacco wonderfully fast. I got up from the flour sack.

"'I am Amelia Jones.'

"He turned very red and told his son to carry the sack of flour into the house.

"'I wasn't expectin you,' he said. 'It's so long since you wrote.'

"'You have deceived me,' I burst out.

'You said you had a nice home, embowered in vines and fruit trees. You

said you were 35. You said you had only two little girls. You said you were rich'--"

"'No, I didn't,' he interrupted. 'I said I had 1,000 acres of land--so I have--though a big part of it is swamp. Acres don't make folks rich in these parts. This ain't New York. I said I was 35. I didn't say I was a few years older, for I'm spry and young enough for any woman. I said I had two little girls livin with me--said nuthin about the boys. They're all big fellows and married and gone, 'cept Ben. As for the house, ain't that a good house?--double pen and a shed to boot! Don't leak unless it rains and got a first rate chimney. And ain't there a vine? And what's the matter with them peach trees--ain't there fruit?' "'And do you imagine any young woman in her senses would marry you and live here?' I cried. "'Do I? Well, there's no imagination about it. There's three women have married me and lived here. Two of 'em's dead and buried, and yonder stands t'other. I couldn't hear from you. I concluded you was playin me a Yankee trick; couldn't wait nohow. So I married Miss Susan Barnes, and if you say she ain't a young woman in her senses, why, she'--"'Why, I'll show her--that's what I'll do,' said Mrs. Graville No. 3, dropping her milk pail and rolling up her sleeves as she came to the side of the cart. "I begged Ben to drive me back to the river, and here I am--waiting to take the first boat. I've played the fool, and I'm punished. It's crushed all the silly romance out of me. How I'm to pay my passage, I don't know. I'll offer to do chambermaid's work." But this Miss Amelia Jones was not forced to do. 'Ole Sandy Graville' came to the front. He proved to be not such a bad lot after all. He rode up presently on a bony mustang and promptly gave the little 'Yankee schoolmarm' enough money to pay her passage back, with an

additional sum to cover the expense of her coming. He had drawn on his cot-

ton crop. He looked cast down and sheepish. He explained to his friends in this wise: "'I was a fool--a doggone fool, but I meant it all honest. I put a kind of rose color over things in that advertisement. It's the way you do in the papers, so that young postmaster said. He put me up to it. He wrote the ad and the letters. I really spected to marry her, but I'd give my promise to Susan in a kinder joky way, and she held me to it. I didn't hear from t'other one. Bayou was up and critters all in the plow, and I ain't been to the postoffice in full six weeks. I'm awful sorry to disappoint the girl, but, Lor' sakes! she never would 'a' suited. Nice lookin--a fair daisy--but Susan could jes' go all around her doin housework, let 'lone takin a hand in the crop, in the press of choppin out or cotton pickin.'" Miss Jones did not return to New York at once. She remained in the neighborhood several weeks, hospitably entertained by old Captain Stewart, a war veteran, and his wife. She very nearly decided to become the governess of the captain's little granddaughter and cast her lot with the "big hearted southerners," as she called us, in spite of her experiences with the eccentric widower of Bayou St. Lucas.

But one day there came to her a letter with a New York postmark. On seeing the handwriting, Amelia turned first pale, then rosy red. It was from the recreant lover, and he asked to be forgiven and taken back. Womanlike, she was ready to forget her wrongs. She took leave of the friends she had made under such queer circumstances and returned to her northern home. A month later she wrote to Mrs. Stewart: "Congratulate me, good friends. I am married to Jack and happy as a queen. Tell this, please, to Mr. 'Alexander Graville.' He may suffer some lingering remorse for 'disappointing' me, and I bear him not a bit of ill will."--Mary E. Bryan in Atlantic Constitution.

Spoiled It All. A farmer went to hear John Wesley preach. Wesley said he would take up three topics of thought. He was talking chiefly about money. His first was, "Get all you can." The farmer nudged a neighbor and said: "This is strange preaching. I never heard the like before. This is very good." Then Wesley discoursed on "Industry," "Activity," "Living to Purpose," and reached his

second division, "Save all you can."

The farmer became more excited. "Was there ever anything like this?" he said. Wesley denounced thriftlessness and waste, and he satirized the willful wickedness which lavishes in luxury, and the farmer rubbed his hands, and he thought, "All this I have been taught from my youth up," and what with getting, and what with hoarding, it seemed to him that "salvation" had come to his house. But Wesley advanced to his third head, which was, "Give all you can." "Ah, dear! ah, dear," said the farmer, "he has gone and spoiled it all."--Ram's Horn.

Theory and Practice.

Mrs. Tawker--I was at the theater last evening. It was an awfully sad play, about a man being thrown out of work and his family dying from starvation. I couldn't keep from crying to save my life. I don't know when I have been so affected. Enter Servant--Mum, there's a woman at the door as wants some cold victuals. She do say her children haven't had bit nor sup for two days. Mrs. Tawker--Tell her to go away; that we don't give anything to beggars. As I was saying, Mrs. Brown, it was a very sad play. Mr. Tawker says I ought not to witness such performances, they take hold of me so. He says that I am all heart.--Boston Transcript.

A JAPANESE LAWN GAME.

It Is Known as a Tema and Is a Modified Form of Our Polo. Tema is the name given to a new lawn game. It has been adapted to play on foot from the Japanese form of polo called dakiu--literally, "striking balls."

This game is played on ponies in a rectangular inclosure railed in by a stout bamboo post and rail fence about four feet high, except at one end, where a boarded fence or screen about eight feet high replaces the post and rail.

In the center of this screen is a circular hole about 18 inches in diameter, behind which is fixed a netted bag rather longer than an ordinary landing net.

This is the goal. Eighteen feet in front of this goal screen another post and rail fence is fixed across the inclosure. This is the goal barrier, which prevents the players from getting any nearer to the goal. At the other end attendants stand with a supply of balls and rackets.

The number of players is generally seven a side, but sometimes fewer. Each side wears a distinctive badge, generally white and red. The balls are also of two colors, white and red, and are unlimited in number. The object of the game is for the white players to sling white balls and the red players red balls into the goal. When either side has put seven balls into the goal net, it reaches the

second stage of the game. It has then to play with a single ball, white or red, as the case may be, with a black zone or some other distinguishing mark upon it.

The side which first succeeds in scoring its zoned ball wins the game. The racket, or wand, as it has been called, used for slinging and carrying the ball, has a light bamboo handle some 3 feet 6 inches long. At the thinner end a crook of split bamboo is fixed. Across this crook a loose silk net is fixed, thus forming a shallow spoon or scoop. Some dexterity is required in picking up the ball and retaining it in the crook. To do this successfully the wand must be continually kept in motion. The lawn game is of course played on foot instead of on horseback. The inclosure is reduced to about the dimensions of a lawn tennis court. The wands are the same as those used in the Japanese game, and the balls are of the same weight. A more sociable lawn game can hardly be imagined, and as there is plenty of exercise it can be played at all times of the year when the ground is not too wet.--"Things Japanese."

The Tallow Tree.

Our foreign consuls quite frequently send home curious and interesting accounts of the things which come under their observation while in line of duty. These articles, valuable from several points of view, are never seen by one in each 10,000 of our population, because the documents in which they appear, being classed with other "government publications," are seldom consulted. In this way much that is interesting and valuable to the scientist and general reader is overlooked. For an instance, the descriptions of the curious vegetation of China, especially the "tallow tree." This tree is the Stillingia sebifera of the botanist, the root of which produces oil, the bark the famous "rice paper" and the berries tallow. The greasy berries are of a light scarlet and resemble those of the coffee of commerce, both in size and color. In preparing the tallow the beans or berries are first steamed and then pounded in order to separate the

mesocarp from the kernels.

This pulp is then placed in a bamboo seine and the mealy portions separated from the hulls, the tallowy substance having the oil expressed from it in large, primitive wooden presses, while the chaff or hulls are converted into fuel. The oil thus obtained is used for oil stoves, lighting purposes, etc. The whole tree from root to leaf is surcharged with oleaginous matter, and broken limbs and abrasions in the bark have been known to exude pure oil for days in succession.--St. Louis Republic.

A Fatalist, but Cautious.

Most men who profess a belief in destiny and an indifference to fate, when brought face to face with a danger or placed in a desperate situation, seek to avoid rather than embrace the inevitable result of the event regarding which they have held such philosophical opin-

ions.

A case in point is related by a traveler returning from the south and hinges upon the experience of a minister of the foreordination school of belief on a Mississippi steamer in the good old fashioned days of river racing, when a negro sat on the safety valve and the furniture and woodwork of the boat fed the fire.

The captain, seeing a rival boat half a mile ahead, began to curse in true old time style and ordered tar pine knots, naval stores, bacon, etc., to be thrown in to kindle the fire as hot as possible.

As the steam got higher and higher and the old boat trembled and ground under the pressure, the preacher drew nearer and nearer to the stern.

Noticing this, and never losing an op-

portunity to crack a joke, the bluff captain tapped the fatalist on the shoulder

and said: "Hello, Brother Blank, what's

ailing you? I thought you was one of them fellows what believes what is to happen will happen no how."

"So I do," replied the clergyman, draw-

ing himself up. "So I do, but I want to be as near the stern as possible when it does happen."--New York Herald.

"I tell my boy," said a father, "that I don't care what calling he takes up, but that he does want to be able to do whatever he undertakes to do better, if

possible, than anybody else."