VOL. XIII.

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

NO. 51.

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 Entertain-

ments 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.

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, 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 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. 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.

Texan Hospitality.

"The latchstring hangs out," ex-

pressed the hospitality of the southern frontier in the days "before the war."

If a traveler rode up before the fence that separated the log cabin from the road, he was greeted by, "Light, stran-

ger, light!" Without this salutation no one dismounted, but it was rarely withheld. Mr. Williams, in his book, "Sam Houston," thus describes the im-

pulse of hospitality, which made every traveler a guest, during the early settle-

ment of Texas:

The traveler who rode up to the front fence was instantly invited to alight. His horse was staked out or hobbled to feed on the prairie grass, and the visitor sat down to exchange the news with his host. The coffee mill was set going, if there were any of the precious grains in the house, and the hopper in the hollow log to grinding the corn. The venison or boar meat was put on the coals, and the ash cake baked. After the meal and the evening pipe, the visitor stretched himself on a buffalo robe on the floor with the members of the family and slept the sleep of health and fatigue. In the morning the response to any inquiry as to the charge was, "You can pay me by coming again."

The story that a certain hospitable settler used to waylay travelers on the road and compel them to visit him at the muzzle of a double barrelled shot-

gun was only a humorous exaggeration of the instinct for hospitality which characterized the community.

The visitor was a living newspaper, who brought the only news obtainable, and was a welcome relief to the monot-

ony and loneliness of the wilderness.--Youth's Companion.

Reflected Light.

A dead white surface has decided advantages for reflecting light over a looking glass or a bright surface. Good white blotting paper reflects back 82 per cent of the light cast upon it. Many persons are under the impression that looking glass must be a better reflector than paper or whitewashed surface be-

cause with looking glass a strong shad-

ow can be cast, while from a dead sur-

face no heavy shadow is obtained.

The reason is not so much that the re-

flected light is less from the dead sur-

face, but that the reflection is concen-

trated with the case of the looking glass. With paper or whitewash it proceeds from a vast number of points.--Brook-lyn Citizen.

Statisticians estimate that in Great Britain there are 700 millionaire families, 9,650 families "very rich," 148,250 fami-

lies "rich," 780,500 in "moderate circumstances," 2,008,000 "struggling to keep up" and 3,916,900 poor.

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THREE.

Three comrades walked with me when life was new, And one was Youth, whose brow from care was free;

The second one was Joy, who danced and sung; The other, Hope. These left me company Until a day when Youth "farewell" did say And left me at a turning of the way.

Fair Hope walks with me still, but keeps her eyes Lifted to where the hills of heaven shine,

And Joy (whose other name is Peace), remains, Though in her face I see a light divine, But well I know, when past earth's toil and pain, Sweet Youth, once lost, will then be mine again!

--Helen Percy in Good Housekeeping.

A LOVE AFFAIR.

The girl I am going to tell you about is rather pretty, and her name is Edith.

She has dark hair, and her eyes are blue, and she dresses well. She has been graduated from a seminary of good repute, and her disposition is amiable to a degree which more than a year ago brought all the young men of the neigh-

borhood at her feet. I think she won a tennis championship in singles somewhere last year, but I am not certain about that. What I can recall among her most pronounced accomplishments

I will put down here later on. I met her so long a time ago that I have forgotten the circumstances of our meet-

ing, but I guess they were of the ordinary sort. I live two doors from her house, and I drop in to see her and Mrs. Burke at least once a week. Even her

marriage, which hurt me so much at the time, did not separate us for very long, and I think I have lived to forget my first rash determination never to

look upon her face again. I called the night of the wedding, and I have been calling regularly ever since. I am beginning to believe that it was a good thing, after all, that she didn't marry me.

What I want to tell--and it won't take long to tell it in my dry fashion--is the story of old Browne's courtship.

I make my living by keeping the cash accounts of a big Market street whole-

sale house, and Browne is the man whose desk is next to mine in the counting room. Our salary is the same, and although he is two years younger

than I am. I being 51 now, we both have held the same positions for 20 years. Browne weighs more than 200 pounds, and I weigh a trifle less.

Mrs. Burke, who is Edith's mother, came to me this summer and had quite a long talk with me about her personal affairs. She said that her late husband's

estate was pretty much entangled, and that to keep her present establishment on Arch street going she would have to rent some of the handsome rooms in the house to boarders. Of course she didn't want to do that, and of course I deprecated the plan, but in the end it turned out that we both had to give in.

Old Browne rented the second story front room the day after I told him about it. He had been living away up

town, and he was glad to get a little nearer to the office, besides enjoying all the social prestige which geographical conditions could give him. He moved

into the rooms with a dozen trunks and a wealth of bric-a-brac, which, to my mind, did not become his age. Mrs.

Burke was glad to accept the reference to me which he gave her, and Edith smiled upon him when she gave him his night key.

I thought a good deal of Edith, and every night or two we played cards in her mother's rooms. She and I played partners against young Bob Smith and

Mrs. Burke. We were pretty evenly matched, too, for Bob played a stiff game of whist, and I--well, you may remember that I was one of the Pentecost club's prize team last fall. Edith and I won most of the games, though, for Bob was too infernally lazy ever to do anything well. And then he never seemed to mind it if he lost.

The presence of old Browne annoyed me a great deal, and I don't mind say-

ing so. About a week after he took his rooms there I found him occupying my seat at the whist table when I called.

He was fumbling the cards in his awkward fashion, and Edith was laughing at him. Bob was engaged in giving an

imitation of me telling a war story, and even Mrs. Burke was approving of ridiculous proceedings. I coughed, and that stopped the game, but I was uncomfortable all the evening. But Bob had the good sense to apologize, but old Browne simply tittered for an hour over

what he seemed to consider a good joke on me.

After that all my affairs seemed to go wrong, and I began to seriously consider whether I shouldn't rent every room in Mrs. Burke's house myself. I

was actually contemplating this proposition one night in my own apartments, smoking my last bowl of tobacco the

while, when the colored girl who waits on the door said that a man had called to see me. I have few callers, and I thought it might be Mr. Phipps, the managing partner of my house, whom I had invited to come to see me more than a month ago.

With this idea in mind I told the girl to delay the man below stairs for a moment while I slipped into other clothes.

Then the door opened, and old Browne came ambling in. I was disgusted on the instant, but I managed to conceal my real feelings and invited him to be seated. He looked all around him to see if I was alone, set his hat on the door and then accepted my invitation with a kind of sigh.

"Thank you," he said, "I only want to see you for a moment."

I offered him a pipe, and he declined it. I told him my cigars were out. "It doesn't make any difference," he said. "I'd rather not smoke. I came here to ask you some things about the Burkes." The Lord only knows how I looked at him as he hesitated for a moment. "I have seen enough of them," he went on, "to believe that they are perfectly respectable people--otherwise I would not have taken lodging there. You and I are old friends, and you will take away even the slight doubt there is in my mind. Are they perfectly respectable?"

Somehow or other I managed to nod my head, but his presumption was paralyzing me. "Thank you again," he proceeded. "The reason that I asked you is that I am going to marry Edith." It took me a couple of minutes to master my emotions, but I am proud to say I did it. My reply was cool--al-most chilly. "Indeed!" I said. "Has she accepted you?" "No, because I haven't proposed yet. I have given the matter a good deal of thought, but before I took so serious a step in my life I wanted some such wise old head as yours to advise me. Now I am happy, and we'll get married at once." He shook hands with me, and the old idiot didn't notice that I failed to respond. At the door I managed to ask him this question: "What makes you believe she'll have you?" He seemed astonished. "Have me!" he repeated. "Why, she's been after me ever since she knew me. I'll settle it tomorrow evening." As he turned the stairs I noticed that he had on a suit of new clothes, a white vest and a red necktie. He said something about feeling like a schoolboy, and I rushed back to my room more affronted than I had ever been before in my life. I can always think best when I am in bed, and so I undressed and got under covers very quickly. When I had thought diligently for an hour, I turned over and said this to myself: "The old fat beast! The idea of her marrying him! I'll propose myself to her tomorrow morning. She has been expecting it, I know, for a long time." I didn't sleep very well and arose a little after 7 o'clock. It took me an hour to dress myself, and having no appetite for breakfast I only drank a cup of strong coffee. I then walked nearly a mile before I had decided what to say and was braely satisfied with the result. Edith was the sort of a girl to be particular about such things, and I wanted to please her fancy. Mrs. Burke came to the door and was just as much surprised to see me as I thought she would be. "It was very good of you to come so soon," she said, "and I didn't think you knew it yet." "Knew what?" said I. She pulled me inside the hall and looked at me, half smiling and half tearful. "Didn't you come to--er--congratu-late anybody?" Then I sat down on the hatrack and shook my head. I felt that it was all over, and that old Browne had won, and never in my life did I suffer so much misery in so small a space of time. "Then," said Mrs. Burke, "I am glad to be able to inform you myself. Edith and Bob are engaged to be married. "Does--does old Browne know about it?" I asked. "Oh, yes, but it won't interest him. Before he went down town this morning he told me that he would have to give up his room on account of the sun shining in it too brightly in the morning. I'm going to turn the whole house now over to Edith."--R. B. Cramer in Philadelphia Times.

A Marriage a la Mode.

The deputy clerk in the marriage bureau at Jacksonville was very, very busy. Without looking up from his work he knew there was a colored couple

looking around timidly near the door and occasionally peering over at the desk where he sat writing.

This lasted for about half an hour, when, becoming annoyed, he suddenly leaped up and demanded:

"Well, well, want to get married? Why don't you say so?"

They grinned at each other, then grinned at the clerk, and the man said, "Ya'as."

"Got any money?" "Ya-as, sir." "How much?"

"Two dollars." "Hand it here."

He slowly, almost painfully, counted out $2 in chicken money. The clerk grabbed it. "Join right hands," he said.

Then faster than a thunder shower can patter on a tin roof he rattled off the following:

"By virchof thoritof state of Floridin me vestedinow declare you manwife. Gitowder here!" And they went, still grinning.

Next day, while the bridegroom was laying track for the new electric car line, he was heard to say:

"Mr. Charlie Verelst is de smartest white man in Jacksonville--marry you in a minnit! Golly, I specks to git him to marry me every time!"

WHAT IT COSTS TO "RUN" MONACO.

The People Pay No Taxes and Have No Voice In Public Affairs.

The report current some time ago that the Prince of Monaco intended to resign as head of the greatest gambling state in the world and devote himself

to the pursuit of science, his favorite pastime, has apparently proved to be unfounded. He earns his money too easily in his present place and evidently has little intention either of giving it up or of driving the heads of the gambling society from his dominions.

"Monaco," says the Statsbeurger Zeitung, "has 7,000 inhabitants. In

1814 Talleyrand wrote in the diplomatic act which was to regulate the

conditions of all Europe, 'And the prince of Monaco returns to his states.'

In 1815 it was further decided that the existing relations between France and Monaco should cease and that thenceforth the king of Sardinia was to play the part in the principality formerly played by the house of Bourbon. Then in 1860 Monaco exchanged the Italian protectorate for the French protectorate, and maintained its privilege--de-spite the protests of the public press and the powers--of giving an asylum to professional gamblers and spendthrifts in its gambling hells, because France did not wish to interfere in the internal affairs of Monaco.' "An idea of what colossal sums of money are lost in Monaco can be gathered from the last report of the 'Societe Anonyme des Bains de Mer et du Cercle des Estrangers,' the gambling society.

The gains last year amounted to more than 23,000,000 francs. The capital of the company is 30,000,000 francs. For each of the last six years the company has set aside a reserve fund of 1,000,000 francs. In 1913 this reserve fund will amount to as much as the capital. The Prince of Monaco, who married a Hebrew lady, receives a yearly allowance of 1,250,000 francs. In addition to this, the company pays all the gov-

ernment expenses of the principality, attends to the cleaning of the streets and provides the waterworks and light-

ing of the public thoroughfares. The public has free schools and has no taxes or other levies to pay, but it has also nothing to say regarding public affairs. The society pays 250,000 francs annually to the theater, the public orchestra costs as much more, and the officials of the society, including over 100 croupiers, cost annually over 1,500,000 francs. To the press the society

pays 800,000 francs. Among the regular expenses are the outlays for removing unhappy victims of the games. The total expenses of the company amount yearly to 11,500,000 francs."

The Danger of Trivial Wounds. A medical paper commits itself to the statement that many lives are lost each year in consequence of the lack of a little common sense respecting simple cuts or wounds of the hands or other parts. Several cases have been recorded of inquests related to persons who have died from blood poisoning arising from small cuts on the hands. The history in all of these cases varies but little, and it is practically the same. A man, for example, while working at his trade, or even while carrying out the simple detail of cutting a piece of bread, receives a small cut on the hand. The injury is so trivial that anything is considered good enough with which to stop the bleeding, and this end having been attained no more is thought of it. The small wound is left to take care of itself and is exposed to all sorts of filthiness and sources of infection. By good luck nothing may happen, but the public would do well to bear in mind that from the most trivial injury to the skin acute septicaemia may supervene and may rapidly be followed by a fatal termination. By thorough attention to cleanliness the untoward consequences of a wound liable to become infected can be effectually prevented. On the other hand, when the septicaemic attack has declared itself, as a rule, little can be done by the surgeon to stem the virulence with which it develops. It should therefore be borne in mind that so long as wounds, however small, remain unhealed, the risk of contracting blood poisoning will always be present.

Her Self Sacrificing Work.

Miss Kate Marden, the English woman who is devoting her life to alleviating the lot of the Siberian lepers, has arrived at St. Petersburg and is preparing to start afresh for the leper colony in order to continue her self sacrificing work. Queen Victoria is stated to have provided Miss Marsden with an autograph letter asking all persons to whom she may apply during the journey to furnish her with all the assistance in their power.

During her short stay at St. Petersburg Miss Marsden is the guest of Princess Tcherbatoff.--London Gentlewoman.

Natural. Nervous Old Lady--I hope your horse is quiet, cabman? Cabby--None to ekel her in that re-

spect, mum.

Nervous Old Lady (with a gasp)--But what's she laying back her ears like that for? Look!

Cabby (complacently)--Oh, that's only his femi-nine cur'osity, mum. She likes to hear where she is a-goin to.--London Tit-Bits.

The cost of the world's wars since the Crimean war has been $13,265,000,000, or enough to give a $10 gold piece to every man, woman and child on the globe.