VOL. XIII. OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, MARCH 1, 1894. NO. 48.

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. Gas-

oline 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. SUNDAY. 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, Take Elevator. Haseltine Building, 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.

J. T. BRYAN, Practical Plumber and Gas Fitter, No. 1007 Ridge Ave., Philadelphia.

Circulating Boilers, Sinks, Bath Tubs, Water Closets, Lead and Iron Pipes, 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 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 extensive and influential connec-

tions, 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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THE BATTLE. After the battle--peace! But for some men The battle lasts till death: all efforts lead

In these to grief and bitterness; and when Unconquered, though they fall and faint and bleed,

Their souls are mettled for some blacker strife. They struggle bravely for an inch of life.

These are the hapless ones--or so we deem Our brothers who must either fight or die.

Yet he that ever swam an angry stream And reached firm shore knows more than you or I--If we are joyous in unruffled days--That hope which grows from grief and struggle stays.

They are not hapless. In their heart of hearts They know the deepest faith that life can give. Their living is no playing of old parts. In the wide wisdom of the gods they live, For they have conquered where the millions fail--Their ship of life is stronger for the gale.

--George E. Montgomery in New York Times.

THE CAPTURE. Martha, the old servant, awakened me. She said, "Your uncle is dying!" I went down stairs and again found myself before the half open door, where for the past two days I had been watching the agony of my uncle. He had brought me up and had been the kindest of guardians. He had banished me from his presence. He had commanded that I should not be admitted to the chateau. He had done all this without motive, without any offense on my part, but simply because he had disinherited me for her!

Her? I see her moving about in the dying man's room, a few steps from me. There she reigns as a sovereign. She de-

votes herself to the patient. She obeys each request of the doctor, who, with her, watches by my uncle's bedside. I watch her every movement, and a wild hatred, mixed with agony and humiliation, burns in my veins.

On my return from Germany I found her living at my uncle's, and he said to me:

"She is my old friend Senart's daughter. He died ruined--poor old fellow! I hope that you will not object to my giving her a small dowry. You will still be a millionaire!"

She was very beautiful, but proud and haughty. She received me coldly and in a very ungracious manner, but in spite of that I promptly fell in love with

her. Her step made me tremble, and her fine profile charmed me. At the end of a month I would have given heaven and earth for her love. I dared to tell her so

--to ask her to marry me--but she refused me without hesitation.

"Never!" she declared positively.

Ah, that "never!" It broke my heart, but I answered her calmly: "You might have told me so more gently."

"It would have been less efficacious," she returned calmly.

Today I know what the girl with the dark eyes was hiding! I now understand her silence, her cold reception, her insulting rejection. It was because she was sure of her position. Already she knew that she should rob me of my fortune. And to think that during the past two days I have not told her how I despise her! To think that I was satis-

fied to avoid her, not to talk to her! How she must laugh at my folly!

As this thought enters my mind I am about to enter the room. But the words of the doctor still sound in my ears:

"Do you wish to kill the patient? It can be done in a minute. A sudden emotion, a surprise, and he goes!"

Thus even nature is in favor of the spoiler! Again I look at her. She is leaning over the bed with the expression of a madonna!

Suddenly the old man moves and moans like a little child. My heart is filled with pity for him. Then he calls.

"Laure!" The doctor moves quickly. I hear a confused whispering, then a cry: "I am suffocating! Ah--I"--A dead silence--then a rattling in the throat--and again silence.

Then the doctor leans over the bed, listens, and finally says in a low voice: "He is dead." Laure hides her face in her hands. I approach. I would like to accuse her, but a puerile sense of respect keeps me silent, and it is she who speaks first. "I would like to say something to you." Her eyes are filled with tears, but her voice is resolute. It seems as if she were defying me. However, I consent and lead her into the next room. There we remain looking at each other for a minute without speaking. It is she who continues:

"You will excuse me for not having sent for you sooner, but your uncle refused absolutely to see you, and consid-

ering his condition I had only to obey. That was at least the opinion of the doc-

tor. Believe me, I am sorry."

"I should think so," I exclaim, with an insulting laugh. She looked me full in the face, her eyes flashed, and she stopped crying.

"You will regret that laugh," she said haughtily. "It is cowardly. Your duty as a gentleman is first to listen to me."

I was struck with her attitude, although I believed it to be only another form of duplicity, and I replied gravely:

"Be it so. I will listen to you."

She continued then vehemently. "I know that you believe that I influenced your uncle. I know that you believe me responsible for his change of mind toward you and guilty of having captured his estate. I know that you believe me avaricious, a liar, a plotter! However, I am none of these things." "Ah! then you are not his heiress?" I asked, with bitter irony. "Yes! I am his heiress! But I did nothing that the most scrupulous delicacy could object to! I often begged your uncle to send for you, and I only ceased when the doctor assured me that my constant demands worried the patient. Your uncle was my benefactor. He saved me from misery, and I could not do anything which would prove me ungrateful. When he was attacked with the strange whim of preferring me to you, I was obliged to submit. As he was then too ill to be opposed"--

"But you inherit the estate!" I repeated, with the same melancholy irony.

"I inherit it--well?"

She gazed fixedly at me. "If you were in my place, what would you think?" I exclaimed.

"Just what you will think," and she drew a small packet from her pocket and handed it to me, saying, "Forgive the old man and destroy this proof of his delirium." I was much too astonished to speak. My hands trembled. Confusedly I realized how wrong I had been in blaming her. "What do you mean?" I finally stammered." "That is the will. I give it to you, and you remain the heir of your unhappy uncle."

I was so overcome by her answer that I was obliged to lean against the wall for support--so ashamed that I

could not look her in the face--her whom I had so basely accused.

After a few minutes I collected myself and begged in a supplicating voice:

"Forgive me! Take back this packet! I would rather die than accept the estate on such conditions."

"And I?" she exclaimed vehemently and disdainfully. "Do you think that I will touch it? Do you think that I would defile myself by stealing?"

"I have misunderstood you," I exclaimed. "I have acted like a brute. I am a miserable fool." "It does not matter now. We shall probably never see each other again." She spoke gently in an absent manner. Her beautiful eyes had a faraway look, and now I knew that she was really pure, innocent, stainless. "Ah!" I murmured. "Of what use is the money to me! To receive it thus from your hands is the hardest of punishments. I will not have it! To receive it from you who refused me so coldly, from you who despise me with such humiliating gentleness! I should consider myself disgraced for life!" "What do you say? Disgraced because I return to you what belongs to you? Because I refuse to profit by the unreasonable whim of an invalid?" She retreated a few steps, and her admirable beauty filled my heart with adoration. "Ah! why would you not accept my love?" I cried. "Why would you let me have no part in your life!" "I was a poor girl, treated with kindness and trusted. I should have betrayed that kindness and trust in listening to you." "Would you have listened to me then if you had been rich?" I exclaimed. She cast down her eyes and remained a minute undecided. Then lifting her long eyelashes she said simply: "I think so!" My excitement increased, words failed me, and I could only stammer:

"But now--you can--" She motioned me to be silent. After a few minutes of deep thought she said:

"Today I think that I have the right to listen to you. My refusal or accept-

ance depends now only upon my own in-

clination." I approached and implored her:

"Accept my life or refuse it!"

"I will not refuse," she answered gen-

tly. And suddenly smiling sweetly she said, with subtle feminine irony:

"I would never have refused it, for if you fell quickly in love with me I, too, was not slow in loving you."

I caught Laure's hands and kissed them humbly, but she gently drew them away and begged me to remember the presence of the dead, which, to tell the truth, I had almost forgotten.

Thus I captured my inheritance.--Ro-

mance.

An English Luncheon. On one such occasion I saw a company of poets, philosophers and fanatics at ta-

ble presided over by a young lady, the daughter of the house. I sat there wiping my forehead (they do the eating, I the perspiring) as I saw slices of beef disap-

pearing with vegetables, mustard, etc. The host then asked me what I thought of the food and the mode of eating. I replied instinctively, "It is horrible!" This reply set the gentlemen roaring and my hostess blushing.

How can a little stomach hold such an enormous lunch? Even women and children take large quantities. What vital-

ity these people have, to be sure! The waste of vitality in their climate and under their conditions of life must be enormous. It has of course to be replaced."

--"An Indian Eye on English Life," by Behramji Malabrai.

English In Spanish.

The ordinary method of construction by which the Spanish writer places adjec-

tives after nouns has sometimes a droll effect if he chances to adopt English

words into his composition. Thus it certainly sounds odd to read in La Na-

cion that "the congress of the United States has finally disposed of the danger-

ous Bill Sherman," and in Il Comercio of Lima that "the American congress

committee has voted for Bill Wilson to kill Bill McKinley."--New York Recorder.

Translation of "Don Quixote."

Of the book it may be said, saving only the Bible, it has been translated oftener and into more languages than any

other. A recent Spanish editor, Don Lopez de Fabra, enumerates 150 editions of the Spanish masterpiece in foreign languages. That computation is cer-

tainly short of the truth.

Not only are there more translations in English of "Don Quixote" than in any other language, but it is England

which from the first has done more honor to the author's work than any other country. The first critical edition

of "Don Quixote" in Spanish, with the first life of Cervantes, by Mayans y Siscar, was published in London in 1788, more than 40 years before the Spaniards

had aroused themselves to do honor to their greatest writer.

This edition, in four handsome vol-

umes, was printed sumptuously in all the glory of the Tonson press, under the auspices of Lord Carteret, at an age when "Don Quixote" was still appearing in his native country on filthy ballad paper in execrable type, uncorrected and

unadorned. That which is perhaps still the best annotated edition of "Don Quix-

ote" in Spanish was the work of the learned and painful John Bowie, a canon of Salisbury, which appeared in 1781. It

is said to have been the rumor of this undertaking, in which Bowie spent 14

years of his life, which made the Spanish academy hurry with their great edition of 1780.--Notes and Queries.

Like a Brave Man.

John Weitzel was one of the boldest pioneers of West Virginia. "A man absolutely without fear," one of the chroniclers of those times calls him. The man-

ner of his death was worthy of that eulogy. In the pursuit of his occupation, that of hunter and surveyor, he often undertook long journey alone--a reck-

less proceeding when time and place are considered--and was never accompanied by more than one or two friends.

One day, while returning in a canoe with one companion from an excursion to Middle Island creek, he was hailed by

a large party of Indians and ordered to put ashore. Without making any reply

he headed the boat for the middle of the stream, and with his companion made every effort to escape.

The Indians fired on the instant, and one of the bullets struck Weitzel in the body. Seeing at once that the wound was mortal, he ordered the other man to lie down in the canoe, and then with renewed vigor, though his life was ebbing fast, he pulled for the opposite shore. The Indians fired another volley, but without effect, and before they could reload the boat was out of range. Weitzel expired soon after reaching the bank and was buried by his companion. His grave may still be seen, marked by a rough stone on which is traced in rude characters, "J. W., 1787."--Youth's Com-

panion.

Difference Between "Cheek" and "Nerve." Many people use the word "cheek" and "nerve," of everyday vernacular, as if they were synonymous and interchangeable. A bright friend called our attention to this the other day by making a very nice distinction between them. It's idiotic, said he, to use the words "cheek" and "nerve" as if they meant the same. Cheek is no more nerve than beauty is brain. A man may have both, but it's not usual. Cheek is active. Nerve is passive. Cheek needs a mouth. Nerve very seldom uses one and then only to shut it. Cheek talks and acts. Nerve thinks, waits and achieves. Cheek is sometimes admirable in its ends, but is usually offensive in its means. Nerve is never offensive. Don't ever think a man necessarily lacks nerve just because he doesn't ask for what he wants. His forebearance may be the best proof of his nerve. A cheeky man compares with a nervy one as a sprinter of a 100 yards dash compares with a 20 miles go-as-you-please runner. Cheek is sometimes a blessing and sometimes a curse. Nerve is always a blessing. In these days, when "faking" is a fine art, cheek has a better chance to win financial success than nerve has, I think. But though nerve dies poor it probably dies happy.--Donahoe's Magazine.

A Queer Freak of Memory.

Dr. C. B. Ratcliffe tells us of a French lady who has lived in France until she reached her sixteenth year. Then she came to England and began to speak English. When about 20 years of age, she married an American gentleman, and from that time for about 20 years she lived sometimes in America, sometimes in England, speaking English habitually and French scarcely ever.

When Dr. Radcliffe saw her, her mind was feeble, and that was all, but about two years afterward he found she had forgotten everything connected with her married life, her English not excepted, and if asked who she was and where she was she gave her maiden name and mentioned the street where she had lived in Paris when a girl.--Interior.

Make Yourself Heard.

The men who prosper in this world are the men who mind their own business and keep on minding it. An exchange furnishes an example: "'Tatoes!" cried a colored peddler in Richmond. "Hush dat racket. You distracts de whole neighborhood," responded a colored woman from a doorway. "You kin hear me, kin you?" "Hear you? I kin hear you a mile." "T'anks. I'se hollerin to be heard. 'Tatoes!"--Exchange.