VOL. XIV.

OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, MAY 17, 1894. NO. 7.

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 INSURNACE AGENT, 413 MARKET ST., CAMDEN. Properties for sale and to rent. Money to loan on Mortgage. PETER MURDOCH, DEALER IN COAL and WOOD, Ocean City, N. J. Orders left at 806 Asbury avenue will receive prompt attention.

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

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

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

L. S. SMITH, CONTRACTOR IN Grading, Graveling and Curbing. PAINTING BY CONTRACT OR DAY. Eighth St. and Asbury Ave., OCEAN CITY, N. J.

Plasterers and Brick-Layers. W. STONEHILL. G. O. ADAMS. STONEHILL & ADAMS, Plastering, Range Setting, Brick Laying, &c. All work in mason line promptly attended to. OCEAN CITY, N. J.

Physicians, Druggists, Etc.

DR. J. S. WAGGONER, RESIDENT Physician and Druggist, NO. 731 ASBURY AVENUE, OCEAN CITY, N. J. Pure Drugs, Fine Stationery, Confectionery, Etc., constantly on hand.

DR. G. W. URQUHART, 3646 North Broad Street, PHILADELPHIA, PA. Will practice at Ocean City during the months of June, July and August.

DR. WALTER L. YERKES, DENTIST, Tuckahoe, N. J. Will be in Ocean City at 636 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 OFFFICES 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 con- tract 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., fur-

nished at short notice. Country or City Resi-

dences 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 Ætna 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 be-

fore 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 advan-

tages 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 prosper-

ous 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.

Accounted For.

Bob Vorns hates an alligator. The un-

canny appearance of the big ugly saurian is sufficiently forbidding to most people to make them despise him, but Bob has a better reason than that--they destroy his fish and pigs. He and his 10 boys have been occupying the dull summer months in killing them. They bring in-

to town two and three every week for the children to get frightened at. Last Monday they brought up the biggest one yet. It measured 9½ feet in length and weighed somewhat under 400 pounds. It was 47 years old by the rings on its tail and had already begun to store away pine knots for the winter's supply. His appetite seemed not to be confined to geese and lightwood knots, for an autopsy discovered in his capacious cold storage reservoir a pair of No. 11 bro-

gans and a pipe. That accounts for the missing negro who went fishing there about three weeks ago.--Lumpkin Inde- pendent.

Entertained a Stranger. A factory hand, who occupied a little story and a half house on the edge of a mill town, said: "I had a queer experience today. A man knocked at my door at 6 o'clock this morning, and asked me for something to eat. He said he had been walking all night--preferred to walk nights on account of the heat. I was just sitting down to breakfast, so I asked him to join me. We hadn't anything fancy, but he pitched in with a good ap-

petite, thanked me, asked how far it was to Springfield and went on. He was dressed better than I can dress, and had a [?] hat, a gold watch and an ebony [?] and didn't look like a tramp, but he must have been one or he would have gone to a restaurant just above my place."--New York Sun.

Greeting One's Lawyer. As Lawyer Fitzgibbon was walking down Main street the other evening with a companion, he was accosted by a woman of perhaps 50, who before he could speak threw her arms around his neck and clung to him, exclaiming, "Oh, Tem, how glad I am to see you!" This rising member of the Hampden bar finally tore himself from the feminine grasp and explained to his companion that this was one of the maidens whom he defended in the police court a few days ago. She was very drunk and seemed delighted to see Tem, but he didn't reciprocate for a bit.--Springfield [?] Homestead.

A Way to Keep Butter Without Ice.

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THE TEARLESS LIFE.

In the low moon's peaceful splendor, Not in day's flame, Very soft and very tender Breathe her dear name. While the night wind's hymn is blending With the near wave, And the amaranth are bending Above her grave.

For her thoughts and deeds were holy, Friend, sister, wife. Perfect did the lofty, lowly, Behold her life. Hers was charity the golden; Hers sleepless love. Oh, with all true ladies olden, She glows above.

Yet from us she's not departed; Yet in this sphere Seems her true soul, so true hearted, To dry grief's tear. Saviour, whom she loved so fearless, In all world strife, May we with her know the tearless, Starr'd heavenly life! --New York Ledger.

MRS. GUSTE.

A couple of years ago my husband and I chanced to be spending a winter in Vicksburg. The house we rented was near a nice old fashioned market, where I went as much for an occasional chat with the proprietor as for the very good things she sold me. She was a stout, brisk old French woman, a wid-

ow, Mme. Auguste Dieulonard by name, rather German in appearance, but very French in her manners as she talked from behind her bars or bustled about her shop, directing and sometimes scold-

ing her underlings. She was delighted, the first day I went to market, to have me speak French to her, and soon we were quite intimate. Before the winter was over and I had returned to New York she had told me, bit by bit, a great deal of the story of her life. Translated from her queer half German patois and pieced together, it ran somewhat as follows:

"I was born in 1830, in Lure, near Alsace, in the old Franche Comte. After my mother died I lived with my grandmother. When my grandmother died, I could not go back to my father, for he had married again, had a large family and was very poor. Some of our neighbors were coming to America, and I came with them. We took a sailing vessel to New Orleans, and the voy-

age lasted 44 days. Two years after reaching New Orleans I married a young Frenchman who had a nice little sum of money. Then my troubles be-

gun, for he would not have a settled home, as I wished, but wanted to trav-

el all the time. I kept him in New Orleans most of the time for two years, but then he got too restless, and we be-

gan to gad about the country. We went up the river to Memphis and St. Louis, then we traveled through Kentucky and Tennessee. Later we went to California. When the war broke out, we were back in Kentucky. My husband en-

listed in the southern army, leaving me in Columbus with very little money. I lived there until my money was near-

ly gone and then took a boat to Vicksburg. I reached Vicksburg just before travel was stopped. The siege lasted 48 days. I helped nurse in the hospitals, and one day, when I was sent out for drugs, was struck by a Yankee shell and wounded in the forehead. At the end of the siege Yankee doctors and nurses took charge of the hospitals, and I had no work and no money. Some of my neighbors w ere without money and food and came in to see me and said:

'Madame, what shall we do? We are starving.' I said, 'Go home and I will think what to do.' Then I was offered rations. 'Rations for what?' I asked. 'I am no Yankee soldier. Why should I take rations of you?' Then I said to the neighbors: 'We will make beer. Get me two barrels of water, some yeast, hops, molasses and corn. When the Yankee's whisky is gone, he will be glad to drink my beer and will have to pay for it.' Sometimes he did not pay, but mostly he did, and we lived a year by making beer.

"There was military law in Vicksburg. General D. was in command for a long time. There was a very strong feeling against him. I think he was the meanest man that ever lived. I knew everybody hated him. One day I said, 'I am going to General D. to get a permit to open a store.' Every one said, 'He is too mean to give you one.' I said, 'I will try.' I went to him and said very politely, 'General D., I want a permit to open a store.' He asked me, 'Why should I give you a permit?' I said, 'Because I must make some mon-

ey to live.' He said, 'Are you Irish?' 'No.' 'Are you Dutch?' 'No.' 'Are you German?' 'No.' 'Are you French?' 'Yes.' 'Then go to Napoleon for a permit.'

"After awhile General D. left Vicks-

burg, and General S. was in command.

One morning I went to see him. He was lying on a couch. I asked him for a permit. He said: 'My good woman, you shall have one if you will get me pen and paper from the next room. I have been at a ball all night and could

not get up for the president.' General S. was not so bad for a Yankee. But General Grant was the nicest Yankee I

ever saw. His headquarters were on the river, but we often saw him in Vicksburg, and he used to walk about and talk to the people. He was very kind, and every one liked him. One day he came into my store with a

friend. He said: 'What kind of stuff is that in your window? I am hungry, and it looks very good.' 'Washington pie,' I answered. 'Why do you call it that?' said he. 'That pie was named after the great Washington whose memory all good Americans adore,' I replied.

'That is good,' said he; 'how much is a slice of Washington pie?' I said, 'Some slices are 10 cents, but some I cut are 5 cents.' He said to the officer:

'I am so hungry I believe I could eat a 10 cent slice, could not you? Madame, please cut me two 10 cent slices, and I will trouble you to wrap them

up for me.' So I did, and he would not let the dandy young officer carry my Washington pie, but when he had paid me took the bundle himself out into the street. Then the neighbors came in and said, 'What did General Grant have in his paper?' I replied, 'Wash-

ington pie--a 10 cent slice for himself and one for that young officer.'

"The war was over, and I had never heard from my husband and thought he must be dead. I was doing well in my store. I bought all my things in great quantities and sold them well. I had many friends and was much respected.

I remember very well that one day a n****r came into my store and said, 'Have you got any cheap cigars?' I gave him one and said, 'This is 5 cents.'

He bit it and then threw it into my face, crying, 'Have you nothing better for me than that?' 'Yes, I have some-

thing better for you,' I said, and I hit him over the mouth and nose with a poker, and he rushed howling and bleeding into the street. In half an hour a corporal and two soldiers came in and arrested me. I laughed and said:

'You must allow me time to put on my bonnet and lock up my store. Then I will go with you with pleasure.' When

we got to the provost, he said, 'Why, Mrs. 'Guste, I am surprised to see you. What possible complaint can there be against you?' When he had heard my story as well as the n****r's, he told me to go back to my store, and said very

severely to the n****r: 'Is this the use you make of your liberty? Go home and behave like a white man if you can.'

"Four years more went by, and I was sure my husband was dead. I was well off, had a large market where I em-

ployed six men and was fast growing rich. I had many offers to change my name, but I always gave the same answer to all, 'Thank you, sir, for the compliment, but I prefer to support only myself and do not care for the luxury of a husband.'

One day a Mr. Paxton, whose wife I knew, came in and said, 'Come up to our house.' 'I have no time,' I said.

'What is the matter? Is your wife sick?' He said, 'No, she is not sick, but there is a man there who wants to see you.' I said, 'Well, then, let him come and see me.' Mr. Paxton begged so hard and I got so curious that I put on my bonnet--my old bonnet, for I would not dress up for any man who

would not take the trouble to come and see me--and went home with him to his house. I grew cold and felt faint, for there, talking to Mr. Paxton, was

Auguste--my husband--looking just the same as when he left me eight years before. My heart beat like a hammer,

but I just said, 'Well, so you are alive and have turned up at last, have you? Where have you been for eight years? Have you had a good time and been traveling all over the world? 'Oh, Josephine,' he said and began to cry.

"Poor fellow, he had been wounded and taken prisoner and very ill. When the war was over and he was well again, he began to hunt for me. Not finding me in Columbus, he went to every place where he had ever been before, which meant a good many journeys for a man who had always traveled all the time. No doubt he enjoyed himself very much.

He had been in Vicksburg the year before. Now he was on his way down the river from St. Louis to New Orleans. The boat was delayed for a few hours at Vicksburg, and Auguste was taking a walk when he met Mr. Paxton and began talking to him. He asked if there were many French people in Vicksburg.

'A good many,' said Mr. Paxton. Then Auguste asked about the women, and when he heard there was a Mrs. 'Guste who had a market, and whose name was such a hard one that everybody called her Mrs. 'Guste for short, he said

he wanted to see her, and asked how to go to her store. When he started, he

said his knees felt very queer, and he wondered if he could walk there, and if it was really his Mrs. 'Guste, and if I would be glad to see him.

"He reached, as he thought, the store to which Mr. Paxton had directed him, and there he found a man--a dreadful looking man, he said--weighing sugar. 'Is this your store?' asked Auguste. 'Yes, sir,' answered the man. 'What can I do for you?' Auguste did not say another word to the man, but rushed

out into the street, crying: 'Mon Dieu! Josephine is married to another. I will travel and never return.' Then he hurried back to the boat and met Mr. Paxton, who said, 'Did you know Mrs. 'Guste?' Augsute answered, 'How can

she be Mrs. 'Guste when she is married to another who is not 'Guste?' Auguste had gone into a wrong store--one not a quarter the size of mine. But he was too exhausted to go again to find me and said Mr. Paxton must bring me to his house.

"'Well, 'Guste,' said I, 'you may stay in my house, and if you are not going to try to make me travel I am really very glad to see you, but if you are going to travel you may travel alone as you have for eight years. While you remain

in Vicksburg I will support you and will send you your coffee to your bed in the morning. I get up at 4 and will not have my business meddled with. And I will never travel.'"--New York Post.

Workmen in Italy wear beards as a rule, owing to the cost of shaving.

ODDS AND ENDS.

A fly has 16,000 eyes.

There are 240,000 varieties of insects. John Wesley's father was a country clergyman. At the equator the average annual rainfall is 100 inches. Pigeons were employed in the mail service in Bible times. Oblique finger nails are an indication of deceit and cowardice.

An ocean racer burns about $13,000 worth of coal every trip.

By sowing frugality we reap liberty, a golden harvest.--Agesilaus. In New York the average number of persons to a dwelling is 18½.

The favorite flower of the Princess of Wales is the lily of the valley. Do not clean the gravy ladle by scraping it over the edge of the tureen.

The heaviest British wood is that of the box tree, which sinks in water.

A woman may be a "mother" to all the little waifs in her neighborhood. The longest bridge in the world, over the St. Lawrence river, is 9,144 feet.

Pronounce the letter r in words where it occurs, as in "arm," "girl," "rubber."

In Siam the king's head has to be shaved in the presence of the assembled nobility. The bones and muscles of the human body are capable of over 1,200 different movements. A Chicago merchant has on exhibition in his show window a pair of live Japanese babies.

There are one Chinese, one Portuguese, and one Cherokee newspaper printed in the United States. Oilcloth should never be scrubbed, but washed with a soft cloth in lukewarm water, without soap. In this world of change naught which comes stays, and naught which goes is lost.--Mme. Swetchine. The British museum has recently acquired a Chinese bank note dating back

to the last years of the fourteenth century. It is the oldest bank note known.

Puzzled Over a Word.

I knew an old lady once who was greatly puzzled about the word "ridamadaisy." Often she told me when she was a little girl in Ireland her mother would say to her, "Come, now, get your slate and ridamadaisy and be off to school." "Now," she would say, "I can understand why you call a children's lesson book a primer or a preparatory or even a

chart, but I never could understand

why our book should be called a 'ridamadaisy.'"

The daughter had often heard the moth-

er express herself and had often wondered at the strange word as applied to a lesson book, but one day, after hearing

her mother hold forth on the subject, the daughter said:

"Mother, don't you think you mean a 'reading made easy?'" The old lady studied awhile and at last said: "Well, I don't know but what you are right, but

I can hardly believe that after studying and puzzling so long and never being

able to find a meaning or solution for that strange name, 'ridamadaisy,' that it was so simple after all. Yet 'reading made easy' must be the proper word, but

what made you think of it?" "Why," said the daughter, who was a school-

teacher, "a little boy came to me today and asked me for a 'new pray paddy

book,' and it took me some time to find out his pray paddy book was a preparatory lesson book, and I thought some easy solution could be found for your

absurd 'ridamadaisy book,' and at once I thought of 'reading made easy.'"--

P. G. Kelly in New York Advertiser.

The Little Fellow's Answer.

The story of the rich man's selling all he had and giving unto the poor was the subject of discussion in a certain Sunday school class not long ago. The teacher was illustrating the moral that the lesson conveys. One of her most attentive listeners was a little fellow scarcely 6 years old, but bright as a dollar, and with a tongue that uses the queen's English in a manner that would make that motherly old soul squirm of she heard it. "Now," said the teacher very impressively, "if a man is fortunate enough to

make $1,000,000 in the course of his life, it is his duty to give half of it at least to the poor." "Yes," interrupted a prim little girl in one corner, "but how many men make $1,000,000 in the course of their lives?" There was a silence for a moment, when the little fellow chirped in the caustic answer, "Darn few."--Utica Observer.

Not a Lawbreaker.

It was in the public garden. Two pretty little boys were running upon the edge of a big flower bed and jumping off, only to run up and jump off again, while a nursemaid smiled at them en-

couragingly from a bench under a tree near by. After they had made the bank-like border very ragged, several of the gardeners came by, and one of them stopped to reprove the children. "See here, stop that," said the man. "Go over there and play under the tree."

"Why, we mustn't play there," said one of the little boys with dignity. "Can't you see that sign there to keep off the grass?" And, entirely satisfied with his own deference of law and or-

der, he went on jumping on the flower bed as soon as the gardener had passed out of sight.--Boston Transcript.

Three out of the first four presidents of the United States married widows.