VOL. XIV.

OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, MAY 3,

1894.

NO. 5.

Ocean City Sentinel. PUBLISHER 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 accommoations. 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. P. 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 656 Asbury avenue every Tuesday.

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, 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. 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 re-

ceive 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 sys-

tem; new electric street rail-

road; 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 ex-

tensive and influential connec-

tions, he has superior advantages in bringing those who have properties to rent and those who require them together, and at present has some of the finest cottages and other houses on his books at liberal prices. FOR SALE--Long experience and personal dealing in Real Estate has made him expert in values of both improved and unimproved property. Occasionally even in such a prosperous town as ours some one wants to change or get out. Then we help them by helping some one else to a bargain.

From Ocean front to Bay, and all between, you can be suited with fine corners or central building lots. A few cottages, new and well built, now offered at cost.

Write for information of the Lot Club.

Headquarters for every house-

hunter and investor, Fisher's Real Estate Office, the most prominent corner in Ocean City.

Insurances placed on most advantageous terms in best companies.

For any information on any subject connected with any business enterprise write freely to Robert Fisher, Ocean City, N. J.

The Power of the Tongue. Go with me to the halls of Yale and listen to Chauncey M. Depew speak with clean cut phrases of wisdom, salted with

sentences of wit. Come back to the city and find him delivering an oration on the Centennial in the presence of a vast

multitude of witnesses, tone and style and manner and figures totally different.

See him at the dinner of the New York Press club, where 300 bright witted, clever headed, nimble fingered, honest hearted men applaud to the echo his pertinent, his suggestive, his eloquent sentences. Jump thence to the superb Auditorium in Chicago, where 15,000

yellers and shouters and tooters surround the 400 or 500 delegates assembled there to nominate a presidential candidate.

See how they listen. Watch as they applaud. Tell me that Chauncey M. De-

pew, bright, clever, experienced as he is, could be the force the factor in affairs, the distributor of ideas he is with-

out what St. James would call an un-

ruly evil! The fact is, a tongue, like everything else, has its upper and lower, its good and its bad, its sweet and its sour.--Howard in New York Recorder.

Effect of the Earth's Motion on Big Shot.

That the earth's motion has an appre-

ciable effect upon artillery fire, deflect-

ing the projectile from a straight course, may be news to many and as such would probably seem a novel notion. It has, and the exact nature and extent of the effect is an important point of study with artillery experts. An English army expert told of the results of many interesting experiments along this line in a paper read before the Royal Artillery

institution. Firing from north to south there is a divergence of projectiles to the left, due to the earth's rotation, and firing due north the divergence is to the right. The extent of the "pull" varies at different points of the earth's surface, and with projectiles fired at different

speeds and elevations. In England a deflection of five inches is found to occur with the projectile of a 12 pounder in a 4,000 yard range.--New York Sun.

Cooling Water.

It is not generally known that water may be cooled almost to ice water temperature by putting it into an unglazed

earthen jar and hanging it in a current of air. The water permeates the porous vessel and evaporates rapidly, thus cool-

ing the water in a very short time.-- New York Ledger.

An Answer.

A rather gayly dressed young lady asked her Sunday class, "What is meant by the pomps and vanities of the world?"

The answer was honest, but rather unexpected, "Them flowers in your hat."--London Tit-Bits.

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DOT LONG HANDLED DIPPER.

Der poet may sing of "Der Oldt Oaken Bookit," Und in schveetest langvitch its virtues may tell, Und how, vhen a poy, he mit eggsdasy dook it, Vhen dripping mit coolness it rose vrom der veil. I don'd take some schtock in dot manner of trinking. It vas too mooch like horses und cattle, I dink, Dhere vos more sadisfactions in my way off trinking, Mit dot long handled dipper dot hangs py der sink. "How schveet vrom der green mossy brim to receive it." Dot vould sound pooty goot, eef it only vas true, Der vater schbills ofer, you petter believe it, Und runs down your schleeve and schlope indo your shoe. Dhen down on your nose comes dot oldt iron handle Und makes your eyes vater so gvick as a vink, I dells you dot bookit it don't hold a candle To dot long handled dipper dot hangs py der sink.

How nice it musd been in der rough vinter ved- er, Vhen it settles right down to a coldt, freezing rain, To haf dot rope coom oup so light as a feddher Und findt dot der bookit vas broke off der chain!

Dhen down in der veil mit a pole you go fishing, Vaile into your back cooms an oldt fashioned kink. I bet you mine life all der time you vas vishing For dot long handled dipper dot hangs py der sink. Dhen give oup der bookit und pails to de horses, Off mikerobes und tadpoles schust gife dhem dheir fill. Gife me dot pure vater dot all der time course Droo dhose pipes dot run down from de schpring on der hill. Und oof der goot dings off dis vorld I gets rich in, Und frendts all aroundt me dheir glasses schall clink, I schtill vill rememper dot oldt coundtry kitchen Und dot long handle dipper dot hangs py der sink. --Charles Follen Adams.

BY THE RED DEATH. About the middle of the seventeenth century there lived in Venice a certain haughty duke so rich and powerful as to be feared by friend as well as foe, for that was a period of constant murder and assassination. It was the custom of this nobleman to give costly banquets in the great hall of his palace, but there was always one thing to mar the festivity of the occa-sion--the constant dread of some secret agent of death. And what tended still more to mystery and fear on these occasions of festivity was the presence of the Red Mask. Next to the lord of the feast, on his left hand, always sat a silent, mysterious figure in red domino, with a blood red mask concealing every feature. Before the guests separated he always rose, gave his hand to the noble host, and then went slowly, solemnly and silently around the table, shaking hands

with each.

As all believed that he was the duke's secret poisoner, he was regarded with awe and dread and came in time to be spoken of and known as the Red Death. How his fatal purpose was effected none could say, but it was conjectured that upon one of his jeweled fingers he wore what was known as the "death ring"--a ring curiously constructed, with deadly poison in the interior, which could be injected, by a sudden pressure upon a concealed spring, into the hand of any one taken in apparent friendship. In the very zenith of his life and power the duke one day received the singular intelligence that a gentleman had made his appearance in Venice so closely resembling him in face and figure that more than one person had mistaken him for his grace. "Who is this adventurer?" angrily demanded the duke. "Go, seek him out and say it is my pleasure to see him at

my palace!"

The stranger was found and readily accepted the invitation of the nobleman, who received him in his private apartments, with only one attendant present. The resemblance of the two was certainly very striking. "Who are you?" demanded the duke in an imperious tone. "I am the Count of Palmera!" At the mention of his title the attendant of the duke gave a slight, quick start and fixed his eyes searchingly upon

the stranger.

"I am glad at least to hear you are a nobleman," pursued the duke, "as the thought of having my likeness borne by a plebeian would have been too humiliating. There should be but one such face in Venice, count!" "So think I, duke!" "I may hope, then, you will take early leave of our proud city!" "I was in hopes your race had made arrangements to quit the country!"

"You are insolent, count!"

"So are you, duke!"

"By the bones of St. Mark!" the duke began in a malignant rage, but added, in quite a different tone, with a forced smile:

"Your pardon, count; I am too has-

ty. It is not the fault of either of us that we look alike and have tempers alike. If we cannot be friends, there is no need of our being enemies."

"I am disposed to meet your grace half way in either anger or friendship."

"I thank your lordship, and trust you will honor my banquet on Friday evening next with your presence, when I will do myself the pleasure to introduce your lordship to some of the first nobles of Venice."

As Antonio left the presence of his noble master, he seized the first oppor-

tunity to say to the count:

"My lord, I have a private word for your ear. We are countrymen."

"Indeed?" "Yes," pursued Antonio, speaking low and in Spanish. "I know your house well, and I would serve you. Your life is in danger here." "So I believe."

"I think this banquet is given ex-

pressly to destroy you!"

"I had my fears." "Yet if you will come to it and fol-

low my instructions you shall not only be saved, but you will become duke of Francavella."

"How? Speak!" "Seem indifferent to my remarks now, my lord. Have you ever heard of the Red Death, my lord?" "Never, to my knowledge."

"It is briefly this: On the nights of

festivity a figure in red domino and red mask sits near the duke. At the close of the feast this figure shakes hands with all present, and it is rarely that some one of the number does not die shortly after. Does your lordship comprehend?" "I think I do--secret poison." "When the Red Mask takes your hand on that night, he will leave within

it a paper of instruction, which you

must find an opportunity to read in se-

cret and follow to the letter."

"How do you know this?" "You shall know if you come."

"I will come--though how am I to know you mean me well?" "If I meant you ill, my lord, what need to warn you?" "True--it is enough--I will be here."

Punctual to the appointed time, the Count of Palmera appeared at the ban-

quet of the Duke of Fracavella. At the close came the handshaking round of the dreaded Red Death.

The count, being a stranger, seemed the most indifferent of any, as was natural he should. He poured out more wine and drank and then seemed to reflect. In this mood he held the small

paper which he had just received in such a way that he could peruse it with-

out being suspected. This paper con-

tained these words: "Feign illness and he should be shown to a private apartment. I will be there to complete the design."

In a few minutes the duke, who had been furtively watching the count, re-

marked, with seeming concern, that he feared his lordship was ill. The nobles exchanged glances, and each breathed freer as he fancied he

had discovered the victim in other than himself.

But the count, instead of getting better, seemed to grow more faint, and his kind host suggested that he should be shown to a private apartment and his chief physician be summoned.

He offered his arm to the count, who leaned heavily on it, and thus left the hall. Passing through an anteroom, they entered one hung with damask and richly furnished.

The Red Mask, who had left the banqueting hall before them, was standing here as if awaiting their coming. As the duke assisted his guest to a divan the Red Mask quietly closed and bolted the door.

Then, producing a small rope with the slipknot of a hangman, he glided up to the duke as he bent over the count, and throwing the noose around his neck drew it tight and strangled him before he could comprehend his murderous design and raise his voice for help.

When the duke was quite dead, the mask was removed, and the face of An-

tonio appeared before the count.

"Quick, my lord!" said Antonio, pale and trembling at what he had done.

"Disrobe, put on the dress of the duke, return to the hall and be lord of the palace. If you succeed in deceiving the assembled guests--which I trust your close resemblance will enable you to do--we are safe; if you fail, we are lost."

Assisted by Antonio, the Count of Palmera was soon dressed in the gor-

geous robes of the Duke of Fracavel-

la, and the counterfeit was so perfect that none but a wife could have detect-

ed the difference.

The plan of the iniquitous schemer succeeded perfectly, and all the guests that night retired in the belief that the false duke was the real.

The next day the Count of Palmera appeared in St. Mark's place and other parts of Venice in his own proper person. This destroyed the suspicion that he had been poisoned, as all at the banquet believed. In fact, it was only through the dying confessions of the count himself that the truth came out at all, which many would not believe even then. Long before this event, however, the Red Death had ceased to appear because of the real death of Antonio, whom his new master had murdered in turn for fear of being himself murdered or be-

trayed by the only one who possessed his fatal secret.--Exchange.

Mark Twain's Dog. Mark Twain was once asked to go to the Elmira reformatory and give a reading to the boys there from one of his stories. He replied: "Now, that's a good idea for me, because I have been asked by a literary club to read down

in the town. The boys are unarmed and under guard, and it will be perfectly safe for me. By watching them I can get an idea of how safe it's likely to be to read the same thing to that club." He gave both readings and still lives.--Exchange.

The Comet's Engagements. Isn't it lucky that the comet has changed its course? No doubt you know that the little blazing thing has been the direct cause of hundreds and hundreds of engagements, and what summer girl likes the prospect of devoting the whole of lovely August and September and golden October to one solitary man? Somehow or other looking at the stars makes love making men dreadfully serious. All you have to do is stand one of him on a back porch with an opera glass and a girl, and he'll never dream that wedded life is shadowed by such things as grocery bills and icemen.

"Let's go look at the comet!" Maria would exclaim every time she had a caller to entertain. There's the very loveliest place upon our roof"--and away she'd fly, followed by the unsuspecting visitor.

Sometimes the visitor thought it rather strange that the roof was covered with a nice rug and that little divans seemed plentiful, but he never said anything. He just looked wise and put all his athletic strength into helping a beruffled and belaced little figure to clamber up steep ladders, When the figure got to the top she was sure that she could never get down again, and if she wandered within 10 feet of the edge of the roof she clutched desperately at a coat lapel, and then he always had to locate the comet for her--but of course you understand. So of course it is a good thing that the comet finally went away.--Chicago News-Record.

An Indian Owns the Town.

Bonner's Ferry is puzzled. The citizens don't know whether they are at home or on Indian land. Until a few days ago they were not worried about Indian claims, but at present these form a very lively topic for discussion.

The trouble was started by the an-

nouncement that the government had allotted 10 tracts of land to the 10 heirs of old Dick Fry, the pioneer settler at the ferry, who married a squaw. The 10 allotments segregate 680 acres, and one tract of 40 acres, claimed by Arthur Fry, includes the original town site. This has been indifferently known as Fry's postoffice and Bonner's Ferry. It includes the hotel, the postoffice, a number of stores and many residences. Altogether it is claimed to be the most valuable part of the town site. The people of Bonner's Ferry do not know what to do. Some of them think the title can be overthrown. Others are inclined to think the Indian's title indefensible and attempt a compromise. The fact that if this title is sound he will not

be able to dispose of the land for a quarter of a century adds perplexity to the case, although attorneys say there may be ways to remove that difficulty.--Spo-

kane Chronicle.

A Gleam of Sunshine. I stood in the great courtyard of Sing Sing prison two days before the famous escape of Roehl and Pallister. The genial keeper had shown us everything and every body of the hundreds of prisoners save the fatal five in the condemned cells. We had seen the workshops, the dining room, the tiny sleeping apartments, the chapel painted by a convict's pencil with scenes from the "Prodigal Son." As we turned to go away the attendant called to me: "Look yonder." There was a little girl, the daughter of an official of the prison, surrounded by three men in stripes. How they kissed her innocent face and almost worshiped her as she stood among them with the sunlight playing around her slender form! "Strange thing, sir, but these fellows do so love children!" said the keeper. "If we only let them play where the prisoners can see them, they will watch them by the hour and spend days in making little toys for them. Ah," continued he, "and robins, mice, rats, anything alive, they will catch, tame and cherish." The scene in the grim, gaunt prison was a fascinating one. As the great iron gate clanged behind us I turned and looked again. The group was still there, gilded by the April sunlight.--New York Ledger. Two Strange Brothers. It had always been the habit in the Ward family if two relatives differed strongly to arrange not to be on speaking terms. Dr. William G. Ward was once asked how much he had known of his father's first cousin, Sir Henry Ward. He replied quite gravely: "I only saw him twice--once as a boy, when he came to see my father, and then again I had an interview with him about a matter of business soon after I came into my property. We arranged at the end of it not

to be on speaking terms," quite a superflous arrangement, as Sir Henry Ward

lived at the time in Ceylon, of which he was governor, and in fact never came again to England for a prolonged visit.

Dr. Ward and his brother Henry had

been estranged for a year or so, and one

night they met at the Haymarket thea-

ter. Each of them had for the moment

quite forgotten the quarrel, and friendly greetings passed, and they had a talk about the play. Next morning came a letter from Henry Ward:

DEAR WILLIAM--In the hurry of the moment tonight I quite forgot that we had arranged to meet as strangers, and I write this, lest you should misunderstand me, to say that I think we had better adhere to our arrangement, and I remain, dear William, your affec-

tionate brother. HENRY WARD.

Dr. Ward replied:

DEAR HENRY--I, too, had forgotten our arrangement. I agree with you that we had bet-

ter keep to it, and I remain your affectionate brother. W. G. WARD.