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VOL. XIII.

OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, MARCH 15, 1894.

NO. 50.

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. 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, 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.

Samuel Schurch, PRACTICAL BUILDER, MAY BE FOUND AT Bellevue Cafe, On beach bet. Seventh and Eighth Sts. OCEAN CITY, N. J. GEO. A. BOURGEOIS & SON, Carpenters and Builders, 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 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 househunter 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 King of Bells. The Titan of Bells, the King of Bells, the Great Bell of Moscow, etc., as variously known, has probably been described a million times. It was cast in 1732, part of the metal used being from the fragments of The Giant, one of the former monster bells which have made Moscow famous. The King was only in use five years before it met with an irreparable accident, having a huge piece broken from its side during the great fire of 1737. It is now on the ground and will probably never be repaired and hung, as it would be impossible to do so without recasting it. During the present century this monster bell itself is said to have been used as a church, the three cornered break in the side serving as a door! This story is not at all improbable when we consider its gigantic proportions, which are as follows: Height, 19 feet 3 inches; circumference around the margin, 60 feet and 9 inches! The weight of this "colossal folly" has been variously estimated by different travelers and authors, but as it has never been set down at less than 443,000 pounds I am perfectly satisfied to give the minimum estimate, which is 240 tons!--St. Louis Republic.

Care of the Insane.

The laws of New York and Massachusetts have placed those states in the foresmost rank of intelligent and liberal care for the insane. The enactments regulating the commitment to asylums, and the care while there, of the insane, and especially the state care act of New York, have been in the main wise and beneficent. The weak point in the New York law is that a plan for centralizing in a state commission power as to details of management of the hospitals, which was overwhelmingly defeated in the Massachusetts legislature, has become part of the New York statute, and that the lunacy commission, which ought to be a purely supervising and advisory board, has executive functions which are not only needlessly vexatious to the hospital managers and medical officers and prejudicial to the interests of their patients, but also may be destructive of good morals. The managers and medical officers of the hospitals for the insane have taken courage from the polit-

ical upheaval in their state and are attempting a reform, in which we wish them every success.--Boston Medical and Surgical Journal.

Chattel Chatter. The Inkstand--The postage stamps bet the envelopes this morning that they would never be licked.

The Penwiper--How did it come out? "Oh, the stamps got stuck."--Boston Traveller.

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A MAIDEN'S LIPS. One day when Mother Nature Was in a pleasant mood She called about her Youth and Health And others of her brood. "My children, we have fashioned, With all the arts we know, The rose and all the fairest flowers That in our garden grow. "But I'm not satisfied, dears. I have within my heart The image of a fairer flower, That calls for all our art. Your skill and aid I need, dears. Yours, Joy and Melody, And Beauty, Youth and Sunshine too. Come, now, and toil with me." Long time they tolled, Dame Nature And all her offspring too. Their hearts and souls were in their task, And fast the flowret grew. Now Nature's fingers molded. Now Laughter smoothed and curved And brightened up some little spot Her keen eyes had observed.

And Health and Youth and Sunshine Their tribute deftly paid Till Mistress Beauty took her turn, And then the flower was made!

"There's not so sweet," cried Nature, "A flower the wild bee sips. We'll name it!" And the flowret Was called--a maiden's lips.--Boston Traveller.

SHE WAS PRETTY. I had stated my intention of going to see Miss Kitty clearly enough, but in doing so I had no very fixed idea as to what I should do when I did see her,

and in fact I was entirely nonplussed by the whole situation. I determined to retire to my hammock and think over matters in general. As I lay there, swinging lightly over the water, and with the distant sound of the weir lulling my senses pleasantly, it is not to be wondered at that I fell into dreamy reverie. Old half forgotten recollections came thronging upon me; of little flaxen haired Kitty, whom I used to torment and laughingly ask to be my little wife, nearly a dozen years ago, when she was a little chit of 10; of her father, my old friend John Dobson, who used to say in his sober business way, "And so she shall be, Mildenhall, if I can help

you, and you care to have her when she is grown up;" of that quaintly touching clause in poor Dobson's will by which he had done all that lay in his power to help me.

And I, engrossed in turning over money in the city, had clean forgotten all about her!

I was aroused by the sound of voices and looked round. There, in the very identical place where Mr. Bob Tyncker had done his extremely futile fishing in the morning, he and Kitty were sitting and talking.

"And so the old fellow--and a queer old fellow he is, too," Mr. Bob was say-

ing, "will be round at the house this very afternoon to see about claiming your hand."

"Oh, Bob!" said Kitty, trembling.

"I say, Kitty," said Bob mischievously, "suppose he really wants to stick to his old idea of making you his little wifie, eh? What shall you do then?" "Oh, Bob, don't," said poor Kitty. "He has been such a bugbear to me lately that--that"--("that there is a danger of a young lady shedding tears at the very mention of his name," I

thought to myself grimly, for Kitty did not seem to be able to complete the sen-

tence herself). "Never mind, Kitty," said poor Bob, hugging her tenderly. "I am a brute to have suggested such an idea. If he doesn't refuse to have you, why, you will just have to refuse him, you know, and that will bring the whole matter to the

usual way of doing things, from a young lady point of view, you see."

"So it will," said Kitty, brightening up once more; "but, Bob, then the $25,-

000 will have to go to the Methodist chapel, and that is just the very thing that has been making uncle so terribly savage."

"Let him be," said Bob stoutly. "It won't hurt us after today; you will be free then, you see, and marry whoever

you like. And we have plenty to set up housekeeping on between us, without the beastly money--let him be angry if he likes."

"And so he is, sir," shouted Mr. Dobson suddenly, poking his head over the top of the bank. "So he is! It would make a saint savage to be set at defiance in this way. I begin to think"--

"Stop!" I called out, rising hastily in my hammock.

Splish! Somebody had fallen into the water.

Me, by Jove, and so I began striking out lustily on all sides, with hands, feet, fingers, elbows--I cannot exactly

call myself a swimmer--and getting my boots above water more frequently than my head, I am afraid, till I was suddenly grasped by the collar firmly.

"Keep cool," said my young friend Bob Tyncker authoritatively--for he it was--nimbly swimming on his back with two legs and one arm, and draw-

ing me after him with the other. "Keep cool; I've got you all right!"

"Cool it is!" I thought to myself, my spirits reviving as I felt myself towed along--right across the river! For Bob, it seems, like a retriever--he certainly swam as well as one--would not condescend to lay me anywhere but at the very feet of his mistress. "There at last! hurra"--An overwhelming rush of water across my face cut short my self congratulation; I was fairly under, in fact.

And the remarkable unpleasant thought flashed upon me that I was driving down under the dipping bush.

But a spasmodic jerk from Tyncker brought me to the top once more, and as I gasped for breath I heard his voice:

"Shift for yourself--catch hold of the bush--I'm going!"

I caught the branches as high up as possible and got a glance behind me. Tyncker was not only going--he was gone, diving down under the bush, having sacrificed himself to keep me from a like fate.

I saw his face disappearing beneath the water; I heard the despairing cry of Kitty from the bank, and letting go my

own hold with one hand I thrust down and caught the poor fellow's collar and turned a remarkably wild eye to the onlookers.

The old gentleman was helplessly shouting and running to and fro, but I saw his niece rapidly unknotting from her waist that heavy scarf of gold which she had worn all day. Then, like a flash of fire in the sunlight, one end

leaped out at me. Well thrown! The embroidered fringe fell across the

branches and over my wrist. Quick as thought I had quitted my useless clutch on the yielding twigs, and with a convulsive leap in the water had got a double turn of the scarf about my wrist.

Of course I went under, but with a mind fully made up upon two points--

that nothing but death should tear me from my hold upon that scarf--of

course not!--and that if ever I was to be pulled out alive Tyncker should come too.

I don't know how long I held my breath--an age, I fancy, and then a

rush of fire swept across my vision. I was gone--it struck me forcibly--a

burning, exhilarating sensation in my throat, and the sound of a voice speaking, as it seemed, many miles away.

"This one is all right, Kitty; he is coming round fast. Here, take the flask and give Tyncker some more brandy! Cheer up; he will be all right in a min-

ute."

Some suspicious sounds in my im-

mediate neighborhood caused me to turn my head feebly in the direction whence they were proceeding, and then I knew everything.

Of course! We had been in the river and had been pulled out again! For there, on his back, even as I lay on mine, lay Mr. Bob Tyncker, and on her

knees beside him, bending low over his face, was Miss Kitty Dobson. And the golden scarf--sadly changed for the worse--lay midway between us.

One glance was sufficient enough to assure me that Mr. Bob Tyncker was nearly as far advanced on the road to recovery as I was myself, and that Miss Kitty held a most exalted opinion of his late ex-

ploit. They made a pretty picture.

But the old gentleman's face grew cloudy as he looked at it. He leaned over me in irritated silence, brandy flask in hand, and I thought it was time to speak.

"How are you, Dobson?" I said, with a faint smile. "I am afraid you don't recognize me in this draggled condition, but"--

"Why, so it is!" exclaimed the old gentleman. "It's Mildenhall! Why, how do you come to be down here? I say," he continued in a sort of stage

whisper, and with a troubled look at the others, "I am very glad you have come. I'm half afraid, as it is, you are too late."

"Too late for what?" I asked, trying to sit up and presently succeeding.

"Why, that!" he whispered testily, and nodding his head in a disturbed way in the direction of the young peo-

ple. "Man, don't you recollect that you were to have the first say in that sort of thing?" "So I was," I rejoined, "and I will speak to Kitty at once."

"Good!" said Mr. Dobson, looking much relieved at my alacrity and calling the young lady. "Come here, Kit-

ty; this gentleman here wants to speak to you. Mr. Mildenhall, Kitty," he explained grimly.

It was a very limp hand that I man-

aged to get hold of and shake as heartily as I could. "You see that I have lost no time in coming down to see you, Kitty," I said, holding her hand the while, and thinking it best to plunge at once in medias res. "You reach the age of 20 today, don't you?" "Yes," said poor Kitty faintly, and trying feebly to get her hand away, but still I held on. "There is something in

a certain will which concerns you and me. I want to talk to you about it."

"Yes?" whispered poor Miss Kitty, still more faintly and with another feeble and futile attempt to draw her hand from mine. "Would not some other time--when you are dry?"

"No, my dear," I said. "I would rather do it now. You are a very pretty girl and a very brave and clever one, and you have just saved my life with your scarf, and I realize very plainly, so

that you will always hold a very deep place in my heart.

"And so I came to the conclusion"--I couldn't help pausing a moment to enjoy her consternation--"that I will

have nothing more to do with you or your hand, however earnestly you may offer it to me"--letting it go at last. "I

reject you entirely and hand you over to that young villain--whom I hope to call my friend for the rest of my life--Mr. Bob Tyncker."--Temple Bar.

ARTIFICIAL WATERFALLS.

Some European Structures That Rival In Beauty Nature's Productions.

In the town of Nice, on the Mediterranean coast, there is a very fine artificial waterfall something over 20 feet in height. It is exceedingly beautiful, al-

though there is not much water coming over it, and it hangs over the town like a silver bell. It rumbles over a rock in

the public park. If nice and Nice were pronounced the same, I would endeavor to make a pun about that waterfall.

The waterfalls of Tivoli, near Rome, are practically artificial, for although there existed a waterfall that was natural before the tunnels were made through the rocks, yet three or four of the present falls that form the attraction to that pretty little Italian town are artificial.

I have no data as to their height, but it seemed to me, looking at them from across the valley, that they are at least 300 feet from top to bottom.

The prettiest artificial waterfall that I ever saw is in the Engadine. The surroundings are so natural and so beautiful that no one would ever suspect that it was artificial were it not for the huge stone dikes at the foot of the Alps, down which it tumbles, built toward the lake into which it empties. It is situated

about one hour's walk west from St. Moritz. No guidebook I have ever seen makes any mention of it, and I do not know whether the cataract has a name or not.

It tumbles down from a glacier on the Surlej Alp and empties into the Sivaplana lake opposite the pretty little village of the same name, which stands at the bottom of the Julier pass. I estimate the height of this artificial cataract to be 1,000 feet, but it does not tumble down in one straight fall, but forms cascade after cascade until it reaches the lake. I tried to climb to the top of it, but the way was rough, there being no path, and by the time I had got half way up I realized that instead of being 1,000 feet high it was nearer that number of miles, so I gave up the climb in despair.

I suppose it ought to be called the Sur-

lej falls or the Surlej cascades, for the Alp down which it comes bears that name, and the ruined village at the low-

er end of the lake is called Surlej, which means "above the lake." An event in the year 1834 led to the formation of the artificial waterfall--a tragic event such as is only too common in Switzerland.

The rivulet at that time ran through Surlej. One night the water stopped, being dammed up by a landslide high up the mountains. When the avalanche came down, the village was swept away. On the principle of locking the door when the horse is stolen, the inhabitants

then deflected the course of the stream and thus formed the artificial waterfall.

Although most of the village was carried away, some remnants are still there. The stout walls of the church are still standing--roofless, doorless and windowless. The remains of the frescoes are still to be seen on the plaster inside. The place is just as the flood left it, the ground all around it being a wilderness of stones, large and small, as if some great paving contractor had intended to macadamize the whole place and had left the material scattered around. A few inhabitants live in the village, and one house is built on a huge bowlder that has come down from the mountains. If another flood should happen along, it at least will be safe. Even in the driest weather there is a good volume of water coming down over the Surlej waterfall, and in spring it must be a cataract well worth seeing.--Detroit Free Press.

A Blind Girl's Sense of Touch.

Constant practice indeed has given to

Helen Keller's sense of touch a delicacy and precision seldom attained even by the blind. Sometimes it seems as if her very soul were in her fingers, she finds so much to interest her everywhere. People frequently said to me at the fair, "She sees more with her fingers than we do with our eyes." And in one of her letters she says, "I am like the people my dear friend Dr. Holmes tells about, with eyes in their fingers that spy out everything interesting and take hold of it as the magnet picks out iron fillings."

Descriptions are to Helen what paintings are to us, and her well trained imagination gives the light and color. One evening as we sat in a gondola I tried to tell Helen how the thousands of tiny electric lights were reflected in the wa-

ter of the lagoons, when she asked, "Does it look as if a shower of golden fish had been caught in an invisible net?"

Is it any wonder that Dr. Holmes says of her, "She is a poet whose lyre was taken from her in her early youth, but whose soul is full of music."

So we see, pathetic as Helen's life must always seem to those who enjoy the blessings of sight and hearing, that it is yet full of brightness and cheer, courage and hope.--St. Nicholas.

A Long Sleep.

The longest continuous cataleptic sleep known to medical science was reported from Germany in the spring of 1892; the patient--a Silesian miner--having remained absolutely unconscious for a period of 4½ months. The doctors in attendance could not report anything in the way of symptoms which would suggest that there was something out of the ordinary in the man's slumbbers, excepting a complete rigidity of the limbs. One peculiarity which was much commented upon was that the hair grew naturally during the whole of the extended sleep, but his beard remained perfectly stationary and lifeless.--St. Louis Republic.