VOL. XIII.

OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, MARCH 29, 1894. NO. 52.

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 BE SERVED 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. G. 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, Tukachoe, 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 in 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, CARPENTED 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, PHILADEPHIA.

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. County or City Resi-

dencies 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 befor 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.

Mumbling Lectures on Science. Nothing can surpass the patience of the British audience at certain of these lectures. We have been present on one such occasion when a distinguished, but perfectly unintelligible, member of the royal society engrossed the attention of about 900 ladies and gentlemen from 8 o'clock until 10. What he was saying no one knew. He mumbled on unre-

mittingly, and the company loudly applauded him in the intervals, when he drew breath for a fresh lease of incoherence. But he held a long rod in his hand, and periodically raised it and pointed at an enigmatic agglomeration of lines, which were believed to be an illustration. This of itself alone would have satisfied his audience, coupled, of course, with the spectacle of his own respectable person. And when the lecture was over and the secretary complimented the old gentleman on his most instructive discourse there was a rush of eager seconders of the resolution and the general public streamed out, yawning and happy. This gentleman received 25 guineas for his effort, and it is not known to this day what he was talking about.--London Globe.

Indian English.

Speaking of the English used by the natives of India, Sec. Chenery once showed me a letter that he had received from an eastern personage. It began, "Enormous Mister." But once I saw a still more comical title bestowed upon a worthy gentleman who had no especial rank or official position in the country where he resided. A foreign traveler thought plain "Sir, or Dear Sir" look-

ed dull and uninteresting at the head of a letter, so he began courteously--as he thought his letter: "Miscellaneous Sir--As I reported on the last occasion," etc.--London Gentlemwoman.

Some Women's Pet Aversions.

An English magazine the other day asked women to tell what they consider their pet aversion. Here was some of the answers received: "The endless discus-

sion of the Irish question." "A formal lunch party." "My pet question has no name or being, yet I see her plainly with my spirit's eye. There she sits, al-

ways neat and unruffled, ever wearing that serene smile which makes me long to shake her, if only to see how she would look then. Always conscientious, always kind, her worst fault is that she has no fault." "Cows, of course! If I only knew what that long and steady stare means! But I don't, and mystery [?] awe."

With the exception of Belgium, whose debt has been incurred for internal im-

provements, every European national debt is in great part a war debt.

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A ROUMANIAN FOLK SONG.

He whom I loved so well Is in his long, long sleep. Yet I lament him not, For he told me not to weep. More dear to him the grave Than I could ever be, For though I go to him, He does not come to me. I envy not the grave What yesterday was mine, But bow my head and say, "Keep him, for he is thine. But keep not, grave, my youth, Which cannot profit thee. My smile and my light step--Oh, give them back to me." But the grave answered, "No, For these things still are dear, Since he, deprived of them, Would be too lonely here." Then to the dead I pray, "Restore my youth to me, That when we meet again I be not old to thee!" But he nor hears nor sees, For his eyes like mine are dim. So to his grave I come To get them back from him. For only in the grave Are tears no longer shed And the living happy made Beside the happy dead. --R. H. Stoddard in Harper's.

A MINING CAMP GIRL. SHE HAS GOOD NERVE, FOR IT HAS BEEN PUT TO THE TEST. Raised In a Rough Country and Accus-

tomed to Uncouth Scenes, Grewsome Ex-

periences Rarely Phased Her--What She Did When She Met a Burglar.

One day not long ago, when the afternoon train from the south stopped at Socorro, N. M., a substantial looking man of perhaps 50 years of age helped a young and attractive woman--she was not more than 21 at most--to leave the cars. Then a charming little lassie of 4 jumped down, and the three got into the bus and were driven to the Park House. The lady was seen to be sick and so attracted more attention than even good looking women usually do in these towns. At the hotel it was learned that the man was a mining expert on the way from one of the camps in southern New Mexico to Denver with his wife and child, but had been obliged to leave the train by the sudden illness of his wife. Having made the wife comfortable (she had not been in great danger at any time), the husband took the next train north, leaving the wife, with her little girl, to recover at leisure. It is interesting to note that there was nothing remarkable about that in this country, nor is the fact less interesting when it is said that this wife, although among entire strangers, was perfectly at ease, without self consciousness, and proceeded on the road to health.

Two or three days later a chance ac-

quaintance asked her to go with him while he photographed two of the points of inter-

est in the town--the adobe wall, 213 years old, that fences one side of Death alley, and a cottonwood tree that shades it. The wall when first built served as a fort for a party of Spaniards, who were well nigh wiped out by the Indians, and the alley got its name from the fight that then stained the wall with blood and from the lynching of sundry bad citizens who were hanged from a limb of the cottonwood.

The photographs taken were of grewsome subjects, and the talk naturally ran to fron-

tier tales and experiences, especially the ex-

periences of the young woman.

"Did you ever see a man hanged?" asked the chance acquaintance. Fancy such a question to a Fifth avenue young woman. But it was proper here.

"Not exactly," she replied, "but I saw one hanging. I was with my husband in one of the camps near Denver, and when we got up one morning and looked out the back door of the dining room, as we were going to sit down to breakfast, we saw a man swinging from a tree on a back street. It was a desperado, and they had hanged him over night."

"That was a remarkable experience," said the listener.

"Why, yes, I suppose so; but he was a tough and deserved his fate. It did not seem very remarkable to me. But then I never do think much of what you would call remarkable experiences until after. I remember being in another camp near that one and seeing another man dead from violence. I used to ride down every day quite a distance to the postoffice. We didn't have any in our camp because it was a new one.

So one day as I cantered along I saw a man lying face down beside the trail. My first thought was that he was drunk of course. Then I thought he might be sick, so I reigned in the horse and spoke to him. But he did not answer or move, and so I got down and turned him over. A great hole had been shot through his breast. There was an empty shotgun under him. He had killed himself. There was no one anywhere in sight, so I left him there and rode on into town and notified the authorities and got the mail. When I got home to the board-

ing house, I told some of my friends about it, and they were worse frightened than I ever was at anything. but then they couldn't help it; they had been trained in the east." "Were you ever really frightened by any such experience?" was asked. "Why, yes, after it was over. I was pretty nervous over that suicide after I'd heard my friends talk about it awhile. Something is always happening in a mining town, though, and one gets used to all sorts of experiences. Now I suppose that your eastern girls would be frightened half to death if they should awake to find a man in their bedroom. I woke up that way once. My husband was in Denver. It was a moonlight night, and when the air from an open window awoke me I saw a stranger right by the bed. He was a thief. We had received a lot of coin for a trade, and he had heard of it. What did I do? I always sleep with a six shooter under my pillow and my hand under there too. The moment I saw him I pointed my revolver at his nose. I didn't say a word and he didn't. There was no call for words--just motions--and he made them right away. He didn't stay a little bit."

"According to the mine camp stories no place is so free of thieves and robbers as a mine camp," remarked the acquaintance.

"Yes, so they say, but everybody in a mine camp lives and talks in the superlative. The innate honesty of the miner is exaggerated to cover all the citizens of the camp. Now there is another thing you'll read about--the wonderful chivalry of the peo-

ple in the camps. Those stories are all true, and they are not true. Women are treated with unusual deference there, but there are exceptions to the rule. I had an experience that way too."

Quite as interesting as the stories themselves was the manner of the telling. The stories would not have been told at all but for the turn Death alley gave to the con-

versation and for questions that were asked by the chance acquaintance; but, once she talked of such things, they were told as a girl in the Mohawk valley might tell of be-

ing overturned by a snowbank while driv-

ing home from church or of any other incident. The tourist among the mine camps will often meet such young women, both married and single. They are generally of western birth--this one was a Denver girl. Most of them have lived in Denver at one time or another. They have healthful forms, attractive faces, bright minds. They are cheerful, enthusiastic, amiable, fearless.

They stand on their heels, with their toes out, and look the whole world in the eye. They have the best education that their schools and their homes afford. They are the pride and joy of every man in the shadow of the Great Divide. It may cheer the would be emigrant from the east to know that they are not prejudiced against tenderfeet as tenderfeet, but against dudes only.--Cor. New York Sun.

Prices of a Few Autographs. Some prices on autograph letters are as follows: From Charles Francis Adams, 1859, 50 cents; long letter in German by Hans Christian Andersen at Copenhagen, $5; John Quincy Adams, 1841, $5; P. T. Barnum, 1867, 75 cents; Joseph Bonaparte, in regard to the sale of his diamonds and on political matters, dated at Philadelphia, 1823, $4; Ole Bull, $4.50;

President Cleveland, letter regarding Mrs. Cleveland, 1890, $3; C. Corot, on art subjects, $3; Edward Eggleston, on sending copy of a novel, 75 cents; Na-

thaniel Hawthorne, Concord, 1862, $12.50; Leigh Hunt, three page letter on note paper without date, $4; Jean Ingelow, $2.50; Washington Irving, $6.50; Andrew Jackson, $7.50; Louis XIII of France, signed document, $3; President Monroe, commission of a major in the army, on vellum and signed by J. C. Calhoun, $2.50; Joaquin Miller, autograph verse, $1; Marshal MacMahon, $2; Ouida, $3; Ellen Terry, $1; President Tyler, $2.50; Victoria, Duchess of Kent and mother of Queen Victoria, $3; Benjamin West, $10.

An order of arrest, signed by Robes-

pierre, also signed by Couthon, is val-

ued at $25; a salary advance agreement of Richard Brinsley Sheridan, $7.50; Jonathan Swill, with seal of the deanery, $10; photograph of Theodore Thomas signed and dated, 75 cents.--New York Telegram.

American Levity. Singularly enough it appears that Poe, the only absolutely distinct genius our country has yet produced, was incapable of humor and that even his levity was artificial. Hawthorne, next to Poe in originality and far above him in style, was but meagerly equipped with smile provoking material. Bryant, our great-

est poet, maintained a lofty seriousness throughout his work.

It may be sacrilege to say so, but the truth is that Lowell was the founder of our levity. He never could be quite a reliably serious thinker, but could at any moment break off into funmaking. Humor is good in a fresh and natural state, but so is a peach. Cut and dry either, and you have a poor article for a regular diet.

We Americans have fed upon laughable things until our faces show the wrinkles of a grin even when in somnolent repose.

We are never sure of one another, but must wait awhile after each communication to find out whether or not it is a joke. The effect of highest sincerity cannot be reached in the midst of all this hurly burly of chaffing voices. How can one be serious while everybody else is grimacing?--Chantauquan.

There Was Just One Man. There is a gallant congressman who once had the reputation of sowing wild oats broadcast. When he was first run-

ning for congress, many breezy stories were told about him. At last he gave it out in the heat of his campaign that he would speak shortly in defense of his morals. It was a Populist district, and he had a big audience. The speech every-

one liked, but until the last sentence not a word was spoken about the advertised subject. At last the candidate stuck his hand under his desk and pulled out several boxes of imported cigars.

"Gentlemen," he cried, "I am accused of having certain bad habits. Particular instances have been alleged in fact. I wish to make some one in this assemblage a present of a box of good cigars. If there is any one here who has never done what I have done, will he please step up and take it?" No one moved. For a long time the big crowd kept silent. But an old Baptist minister in a far back seat after awhile arose and said in a high, squeaky voice, "Colonel, I don't smoke."--San Francisco Argonaut.

Maligning a Goat. It must be conceded that Judge Koch is a past master in the lecture language of this [?] court bench. A dirty loaf-

er who had been caught insulting wom-

en in the Fourth avenue tunnel was before him, whereupon, bracing himself for the occasion, the judge said: "By your conduct you have shown yourself the equal of a goat and the inferior of a

jackass. Six months."--Joe Howard in New York Recorder.

HIS PASSPORT NOT SUFFICIENT.

Professor Mason's Experience at the American Embassy in London.

Dr. William P. Mason, professor of chemistry in the Renseclaer Polytechnic Institute at Troy, who returned the other day from a trip through Europe, gives this account of the reception he met with at the United States Embassy in London:

"It was the most humiliating thing I ever heard of," Professor Mason said, with great indignation. "I had visited the great educational centers of central and southern Europe, and through the courtesy of our embassadors, who fur-

nished me with letters of introduction, I was enabled to study the colleges and universities as thoroughly as I wanted to. In Paris Mr. Eustin, whom I had never met before, gave me a letter upon the strength of my passport which en-

abled me to visit the Ecole Polytechnique, where the rules governing the admission of visitors are very strict.

"When I reached London, I wanted to visit the Royal Military academy at

Woolwich. Baedeker's guidebook says that no visitor is admitted there without a card of identification from the minis-

ter or embassador of his country. I went to the United States embassy and saw the secretary who had charge of those affairs. This is the conversation that took place:

"'Can you give me a card that will admit me to the Woolwich academy?'

"'You will have to present some iden-

tification,' he said. "'Here is my passport.'

"'That is not enough.'

"'Not enough? What the devil is a passport for anyway? Here is a descrip-

tion of my person, and here is my signa-

ture, all attested by the secretary of state.'

"'I'm sorry, sir, but that is not suffi-

cient. You'll have to bring a letter from your banker.'

"'Well, here is my letter of credit. My banker here knows nothing about me. He only gives me money on the strength of my signature, which is written on my letter of credit. Won't that suffice for you?'

"'No. You will have to bring a letter from him.'

"'But supposing I had no banker? Wouldn't my passport suffice then?'

"'No, sir. It would not.'

"Well, I went away pretty angry. I got a letter from my banker (I did it simple to see if he would give me one on the strength of my letter of credit), but I did not use it in London. I thought I would keep it to show to Americans who intend to go abroad. I never heard of

Professor Mason showed the reporter his passport and the letter of identification from his London banker.--New York Sun.

such an outrageous thing before. If a passport isn't sufficient identification in the eyes of a United States embassador, what is it good for anyway?" Professor Mason showed the reporter his passport and the letter of identification from his London Banker.--New

York Sun.

Flannel Clothing.

If dry woolen clothing be put on immediately after exercise, the vapor from the surface of the body is condensed in and upon the wool, and the heat which has become latent in the process of evaporation is again given off. Flannel clothes, therefore, put on during perspiration always feel warm, whereas cotton and linen articles allow the perspiration to pass through them, so that the

evaporation and cooling processes are

unchecked.

There is therefore an obvious reason for selecting flannel clothing for wearing after active exertion. An individual who is perspiring freely is far less likely to take cold when clad in flannel than when clad in linen or cotton. Dr. Poore thinks that cotton might be made to acquire properties similar to those of wool by adopting a looser method of weaving the material. If linen or cotton be woven "in loose, porous fashion, these fabrics then become, as heat retainers, scarcely

inferior to wool."

Woolen fabrics cause a sensation of warmth in virtue of another peculiarity which they possess. They often present a rough surface, which, coming into contact with the skin, causes friction and therefore more or less warmth. The irritation thus produced is intolerable to some persons, but if it can be borne with for a short time the skin often gets accustomed to the sensation.--Fortnightly

Review.

A Sign. As they passed a butcher shop on the 2d of February the short man stopped, and the tall man looked down to see what the matter was.

"That's rather queer," said the short man, gazing at a string of sausage hanging on a hook outside the door.

"What's queer about that?" asked the tall man. "I don't see?"

"Perhaps you're too far up," said the little man. "I'm not up to that anyhow," chuckled the tall man. "What is queer about it?" The little man moved off, and the tall man was with him. "I thought the groundhog always went in when the sun shone," he said mysteriously, and the tall man rubbed his eyes for a minute and discovered the point in the dim distance.--Detroit Free Press.

Snail Shells.

The snail's shell is a horny covering which serves to protect him from his numerous foes. Slugs are simply snails which live a retired life and consequently need no protection at all. The shell of the snail is built up from lime in the plants on which it feeds, and the creatures are never found on soil which produces no lime.--Chicago Times.