VOL. XIV.

OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, APRIL 19, 1894. NO. 3.

Ocean City Sentinel. PUBLISHED WEEKLY AT OCEAN CITY, N. J., BY R. C. ROBINSON, Editor and Proprietor. $1.00 per year, strictly in advance. $1.00 at end of year.

Restaurants. MARSHALL'S DINING ROOMS FOR LADIES AND GENTS, 1321 MARKET STREET, Three Doors East of City Hall, PHILADELPHIA.

STRICTLY TEMPERANCE. MEALS TO ORDER FROM 6 A. M. TO 8 P. M. Good Roast Dinners, with three vegetables, for 25 cents. Turkey or Chicken Dinners 15 cents. Ladies' Room upstairs, with homelike accommodations. PURE SPRING WATER. BAKERY, 601 S. Twenty-Second St. ICE CREAM, ICES, FROZEN FRUITS AND JELLIES. Weddings and Evening Entertainments a specialty. Everything to furnish the table and set free of charge. NOTHING SOLD OR DELIVERED ON SUNDAY.

H. M. Sciple. J. M. Gillespie. H. P. Sayford. H. M. SCIPLE & CO., DEALERS IN Boilers and Engines, Every Size for Every Duty. DUPLEX STEAM PUMPS, Third and Arch Sts., PHILADELPHIA, PA.

WALLACE S. RISLEY, REAL ESTATE AND INSURANCE AGENT, 413 MARKET ST., CAMDEN. Properties for sale and to rent. Money to loan on Mortgage.

PETER MURDOCH, DEALER IN COAL and WOOD, Ocean City, N. J. Orders left at 806 Asbury avenue will receive prompt attention.

D. S. SAMPSON, DEALER IN Stoves, Heaters, Ranges, PUMPS, SINKS, &C., Cor. Fourth Street and West Avenue, OCEAN CITY, N. J.

Tin roofer and sheet-iron worker. All kinds of Stove Casting furnished at short notice. Gasoline Stoves a specialty. All work guaranteed as represented.

OWEN H. KUDER, 408 Seventh Street, (near Asbury Avenue) BOOT and SHOE MAKER. REPAIRING NEATLY DONE.

L. S. SMITH, CONTRACTOR IN Grading, Graveling and Curbing. PAINTING BY CONTRACT OR DAY. Eighth St. and Asbury Ave., OCEAN CITY, N. J. Plasterers and Brick-Layers. W. STONEHILL. G. O. ADAMS. STONEHILL & ADAMS, Plastering, Range Setting, Brick Laying, &c. All work in mason line promptly attended to. OCEAN CITY, N. J.

Physicians, Druggists, Etc. DR. J. S. WAGGONER, RESIDENT Physician and Druggist, NO. 731 ASBURY AVENUE, OCEAN CITY, N. J. Pure Drugs, Fine Stationery, Confectionery, Etc., constantly on hand. DR. G. W. URQUHART, 3646 North Broad Street, PHILADELPHIA, PA. Will practice at Ocean City during the months of June, July and August. DR. WALTER L. YERKES, DENTIST, Tuckahoe, N. J. Will be in Ocean City at 626 Asbury avenue every Tuesday. DR. CHAS. E. EDWARDS, DENTIST, Room 12, Take Elevator. Haseltine Building, 1416 Chestnut St., Philadelphia, Pa.

Attorneys-at-Law.

MORGAN HAND, ATTORNEY AND CONSELLOR 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, 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.

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.

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. D. GALLAGHER, DEALER IN FINE FURNITURE, 43 So. Second St., PHILADELPHIA, PA.

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.

Generalship and Book Knowledge. The greatest soldier who ever lived--Alexander of Macedon--though he slept with homer under his pillow, had probably never seen a book on military art, and though Von Moltke was a student, we may be permitted to doubt if Marlborough ever was. He read only Shakespeare zealously. Certainly in our time no able man who wanted a chief for any great undertaking of any kind would dream of asking the limits of his reading or would be able to avoid a silent prejudice against a candidate, partly unreasonable, but partly also the result of a traditionary experience, if he knew that he was in any special degree a student of books. He would think him a man apt to be misled. Indeed, in one great condition of efficiency, perhaps in practice the greatest of all conditions, we should assign to unread men--we do not mean uneducated men, but men who never voluntarily open books--a definite superiority. They are apt to choose men better. Soldiers who do not read make no mistake about their general.--London Spectator.

Rossini's Memory.

The composer of "11 Barbiere di Sivig-

lia" was blessed with a not very retentive memory--especially for names of persons introduced to him--a forgetfulness which was frequently the cause of much merriment whenever Rossini was among company. One day he met Bishop, the English composer. Rossini knew the face well enough and at once greeted him. "Ah, my dear Mr. ----," but he could progress no further. To convince him that he had not forgotten him Rossini commenced whistling Bishop's glee, "When the Wind Blows," a compliment which "the English Mozart" recognized and would as readily have heard as his less musical surname.--Gentleman's Magazine.

A Munificent Offer.

Here is a capital story of Mr. Edward Lloyd, the well known tenor. He sel-

dom sings in private, but on one occa-

sion, when visiting some friends a little way out, he was prevailed upon to do so.

A clergyman who was present was not aware of the identity of the singer and at the conclusion of the song approached him quietly and said:

"Really, sir, you should not waste your voice like this. Now, we are in need of another tenor in our choir. I shall be very happy to give you £30 a year. Think it over." The singer smiled and said he would--think it over.--London Tit-Bits.

"Do not weep for me nor waste your time in fruitless prayers for my recovery, but pray rather for the salvation of my soul," were the last words of Isabella of Aragon.

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HIS PROPER ATTITUDE.

"You know I love you," he observed, His words were hurt, his tone incisive. A saucy smile her red lips curved The while she tried to look submissive. "But me no silly romance rules, And if you think to find me pleading Down on my knees like other fools You'll find your hopes are quite misleading." Said she, "Although you are so rude, I can't help wishing that I knew, sir, Whether your stern resolves preclude Your kneeling down to tie my shoe, sir." He knelt to knot the loosened bow, "And are you sure you love me dearly?" She gently breathed, still bending low, "With all my heart," he answered clearly, "And wish you to become my wife." Her laugh rang out, "Yes, if you please, sir," She said, "I'll gladly share your life, Now that you've asked me on your knees, sir." --Madeline S. Bridges in Providence Journal.

THE NIGHTINGALE.

Once upon a time there lived a prince who loved nothing in the world so well as the sound of the nightingale's song. Therefore he kept a great number of nightingales in golden cages and fed and cared for them with his own hands.

One morning he was riding out on a bird catching expedition, with a groom to follow him laden with nets and bait. Over night the buds on the beech trees had burst forth, and the tender leaves were glistening in the morning sunshine like green silk. The spring breeze gently stirred the anemones among the brown leaves on the ground, and from the grassy slopes nodded yellow primroses. It was a delicious morning for a ride. In the densest part of the forest was a spring where the animal inhabitants of the wood were wont to drink. There our two bird catchers dismounted, led their horses to one side and spread their net. Already the birds were to be heard in the branches of the trees. Gay finches, red breasted robins and steel blue tomtits were hovering about, and in the distance could be

heard the call of the nightingale. Suddenly the sound of a song coming

from mortal lips was heard, and birds flew startled away into the forest, and the bird catchers were foiled for that day. A slender maid came tripping to the brook, a pale cheeked lass with long

brown braids, and in her hands she car-

ried an earthen jug. Her song was

such as the village children sing, but

her voice was as clear as a bell. The

prince listened with pleasure and for-

gave the songstress for having spoiled his sport. He came out from behind the bushes and after bowing to her gave

the maiden a very kindly greeting. The little lass was startled when the

king's son stood so suddenly before her. She turned to flee away into the forest, but the prince begged her to stay and to grant him a drink from her pitcher. She offered the prince its pure, cool contents, and as he took a long, slow draft she raised her eyes and allowed her gaze to wander over his strong, young figure. He thanked her, gave back the jug and had his horse brought to him. When he was in the saddle, he bent down again to the pale child and caressed her brow with his white hand.

Then he rode away.

She followed him with her gaze until he had quite disappeared behind the tree trunks. Then she sat down on a stone and stared at the water. The sun rose higher, and the strength of his rays brought out thousands of buds. "Ah, if only I were a nightingale!" said the maiden to herself. "I would let myself be caught by him; he would carry me away to his castle, where I should see him every day." "You would like to be a nightingale?" inquired a voice which came from an old woman who suddenly stood before the girl leaning with her palsied right hand on a crutchlike staff. "So you would like to be a nightingale?" asked the old woman again. "That can be managed. By my magic I will change you into one. In the daytime you must be a nightingale and at night a little maiden. Will you do

that?"

"Yes, mother, I will."

"But as a reward," went on the old woman, you must give me 10 years of

your life. Will you do this also?" "Yes," answered the poor child joy-

fully.

"Very well; then follow me to my hut. It is not very far from here. I must give you a powerful drop to drink." With these words the witch led the girl deep into the forest. The next day when the prince came to the brook he found the most beautiful nightingale he had ever seen singing among the hedges. He laid his net, and the songstress came fluttering toward it, but instead of falling into the trap it flew over to him and perched itself upon his hand and so was captured. He carried the nightingale home, placed it in a splendid cage and was delighted with its wonderful notes. To the other captive birds, however, he gave their freedom, for he now valued their singing little more than he would the twittering of sparrows. At last he began to love the nightingale so dearly that he could hardly be parted from her at all. Wherever he went the nightin-

gale accompanied him, and even when he was on horseback she perched upon his shoulder. She sang ceaselessly from morning until evening, but at night after she had sung the prince to sleep she took on her mortal form and sitting at his bedside gazed at her beloved. As soon as the cocks began to crow the maiden turned into a nightingale again and woke the prince with her song.

One day the old queen mother sent for the prince and said to him: "My dear son, next month you will be 18 years old and will then be crowned king. A king should also have a queen.

I have therefore sought and found for you the most beautiful and virtuous princess under the sun, who also brings to you half a kingdom as dower. And that is something. She arrives tomorrow, and the wedding will be celebrated in three days. Does this please you?"

"Yes, my lady mother," answered the prince, and went off to his nightingale. Next day the princess arrived, driving in a glass coach. The queen stood, with her son and all the court, on the castle steps, and the prince lifted his beautiful bride from the car-

riage. Her long silken train rustled behind her like the sound of a forest brook. Up stairs, in the king's hall, was laid a splendid feast, drums and trumpets were sounded, and the prince sat beside his bride and rejoiced in her beauty and her wit.

That evening when he went to his

apartment he was quite shocked, because for the first time he had forgot-

ten to care for his nightingale, and the poor bird sat dumb and sat upon its

perch with its wings limply diooping. But when the prince had laid himself down upon his couch she sang to him more beautifully than ever before, and the prince fell asleep to dream of his bride. Once he awoke; it seemed to him that a burning drop had fallen upon his brow, but sleep quickly overcame him again, and he went on dreaming. Next day when the court had assembled for more feasting the princess said to the prince: "They say you cherish a precious nightingale. Will you not

even let me once hear its voice?"

And the prince ordered a servant to bring the bird's cage to him. But the nightingale sat dumb on her perch and hid her head under her wing. Only when her master opened the little door

did she fly to him, and perched upon his hand she lifted up her voice.

The lords and ladies all held their

breath as they listened. They had never heard such a song before.

They heard the spring zephyrs stir among the tree tops, the gurgling of the brooks, and through it all the passionately sad song of a lover. Poor nightin-

gale!

The young princess went close to her betrothed and laying her had upon his arm said: "Beloved, give me the nightingale. It is the first boon I have ever asked of you." And the prince nodded. "Take her," he said; "she is yours." Then the nightingale beat her wings and raised her voice again. Her song sounded like the lamentation of a suffering heart. Suddenly she ceased and fluttered limply from the prince's hand to the ground. "Her heart is broken," said some one, and the courtiers gathered around. But a dreadful feeling of fear came over them all, for there on the floor, instead of a bird, lay the body of a beautiful maiden, whose pale lips were stained with blood. The guests scattered like a flock of doves at the sight of a hawk. The bride called her servants to her and rode at once away. But the old queen in a blaze of fury ordered that the body of the enchantress who had bewitched her son with her satanic arts should be given to the flames. The unfortunate girl's body was burned by the executioner, but from the ashes there grew an elder tree with fragrant many cupped blossoms. By that the people knew that the maiden had been no witch and that her soul had gone to happiness. But from that moment all joy had vanished forever from the prince's heart. From early morn to dusk he sat beneath the elder tree and mused sadly. One evening they found him lying beneath it quite dead, and in three days' time the tree had also withered.--From the German.

Interpreting a Dreambook.

A young married woman, living in the east end, had a peculiar dream one evening, She dreamed that she was down town on Euclid avenue with her baby and was preparing to board a car to go home. The step of the new Euclid avenue motor was rather high, and she requested a gentleman to hold her baby while she boarded the car. He consented, but before he could return the infant to the arms of its mother the car started and left without the child. The grief of the young woman was intense, and so troubled was her mind that she awoke. Her relief at finding it all a dream was so great that she decided to buy a book on dreams and learn what it all signified. The next day she called at a down town book store and related her dream tot the clerk, who chanced to be an ac-

quaintance. She purchased the book

and turned to the index, where she

found that such a dream as she experi-

enced foretold that the dreamer would receive twice as much as she had lost. "What would I get," she said to the clerk innocently, "that would be twice as much to me as my baby?" "Twins," said the clerk laconically, and she has not spoken to him since.--

Cleveland Plain Dealer.

How Trees Grow. The last annual circle of wood leaves an accumulation of living cells upon its surface, and toward midsummer these cells produce an abundance of new ones

until the aggregate is sufficient to form a new annual layer. This process on common trees requires about six weeks.--Exchange.

Bathing on the Beach at Newport.

The creme de la creme are at Newport. The nobility have established a new bathing place called Bailey's beach, at the end of Bellevue avenue, in the heart of the millionaires' quarter. It is only about 300 yards in length, but that small space the cottagers think they can hold against the assaults of the common herd. No buses or horse cars are allowed to land passengers there during the morning hours. A bathing house has been built, with a granite portico. In this are little retreats 9 feet by 12, each of which bears the initials of the gentleman who owns it. A stranger could no more buy or hire one of these bathing houses than he could engage a front seat in the balcony of heaven. Fifteen of the houses belong to the Vanderbilt family; others to the Astors, the Stuyvesant Fishes, the De Forrests and their clan. The hours for bathing are from 11 in the morning until 1. At 11 three guards make their appearance; one patrols the beach; two others in a lifeboat cruise 100 yards out. It is their business to rescue swimmers who run danger of drowning. Three young ladies, Miss Clews and the two Misses Pierson, put their patience sorely to the test. When Miss Clews' head appears, the guards take out their oars as a matter of course and head for the open sea. When the bathing begins, if a stranger makes his appearance on the beach, men and matrons follow him with such sad, reproachful glances that he wonders what he has done now and sneaks out of the sacred preserve in a demoralized condition.--Cor. San Francisco Argonaut. One Eye and One Lung. On I, a venerable New York Chinaman who pronounces his name "One Eye," has made a vacancy in one of the best families of Baltimore by complaining against William Kuhn before the United States Commissioner Shields. Even first families resort to laundries, it seems, and when Mr. Kuhn called for his goods at 60 Third avenue and failed to produce a ticket which was supposed to be their equivalent, there was considerable trouble, which he promptly pacified with a counterfeit $5 bill. The $4.13 which he received in change completely wrecked Mr. On I's exchequer and might have furnished Mr. Kuhn with funds for a prolonged racket had not On I and his partner, One Lung, chased him down the Bower and had him called up before Commissioner Shields. On I may have some chance of getting justice, as he was born on "Malch 17, 1839." A man who would pass a $5 counterfeit on an inoffensive heathen who had helped him on the path to godliness by administering to his cleanliness would steal sheep and might even remove the copper appendant from the eyes of a deceased African.--New York Recorder.

Readiness to Help Germany. We are happy to give assurance to Germany that we shall be pleased to supply her with all the breadstuffs she may need this year. We shall ask only a fair price for them. We can also supply her with other kinds of agricultural produce, quantities of them. We have some Indian meal to spare, and it can be fed to the army horses, as the kaiser has ordered. We have yet some hay left. If Germany needs fruits or wines, we have them for sale. We can supply her with the best pork and bacon in the world, besides other meats, fresh or salt, in cold storage or otherwise. This is the market to which Germany ought to

come whenever she needs anything, whatever it may be. We must trust that Russia will not feel badly because we stand ready to supply Germany with food for man and beast. We stand thus ready at this time and nearly always. When once the German people and their cattle get accustomed to American products, we are sure that it will be hard to induce them to feed upon anything else.--New York Sun.

An Alderman Was Referee. You have read in the yellow covered story book of the "solitary horseman who might have seen," etc. Well, this wasn't a horseman. Last night after the fire investigation had adjourned, a group of aldermen might have seen on the sidewalk on Nicollet gathered around a bright spot under an arc light watching a prize fight between two beetles, one of the big, vicious looking variety that flutters around the street lamps every night and another of a smaller kind. One of the members of the council was acting as referee, and the others occupied reserved seats on an area rail. These aldermen must have relaxation

from their arduous duties in these days of investigations and things.--Minneapo-lis Journal.

Trout Killed by Disinfectants In Drains.

The heavy storm which visited Sleaford on Monday thoroughly flushed the drains, and the storm water carried the carbolic acid with which the drains had been disinfected into the Slea trout pre-

serves, killing almost every fish they contained. On Tuesday Superintendent Richdale took out 75 beauties, weighing from 1 pound to 3½ pounds, and it is feared that scarcely a single trout will be left alive.--Westminster Gazette.

A New Message. It was not without meaning that the hilts of some swords were put into the

metal of the Columbian Liberty bell, which is to ring in the victories of peace and international brotherhood. "A new

commandment I give unto you, that ye love one another," is the inscription around its rim.--Philadelphia Ledger.