VOL. XIV.

OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, MAY 24, 1894.

NO. 8.

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 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. 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, Take Elevator, Haseltine Building, 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, 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 system; new electric street railroad; electric lights; new hotels; new cottages; new tenants and new guests; every-

thing 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, in-

timately associated with all 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 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 prosperous town as our 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.

A Great Scheme. A party of eastern capitalists said to have some connection with the Santa Fe railroad system is visiting the Grand canyon of Colorado river for the purpose of investigating the feasibility of laying an electric cable 500 miles in length along the river, with which to drive small boats through the Black can-

yon and other scenic points, where cliffs over a mile in height overhang the stream. The power is to be generated

by water wheels driven by the current of the river, or the water will be diverted into canals and dropped into the river again.

A copper wire cable will be suspended over the center of the river, which is for the most part about 300 feet in width,

and electric power will be conveyed to small boats similar to the manner of running electric railways. The idea is that this will become the most popular route for tourist travel.

Another, and the main feature of the scheme, is to convey the surplus power down the river, where it will be used for pumping the water of the river to a height of from 15 to 20 feet upon mesa lands for irrigation, converting an area larger than Massachusetts--now a des-

ert--into a garden, where fruit will rip-

en in April, May and June, command-

ing the highest market prices.--San Francisco Chronicle.

An Old German Tradition.

The Germans have a saying, which has almost become a proverb, that "a duke of Brunswick never died at home." It received corroboration by the death of the last duke, who followed in the foot-

steps of five of his predecessors--to wit, his grandfather, who died at Ottensen from wounds received at Auerstadt; his father, who fell at the battle of Ligny; his brother, wh odied at Geneva, where he lies entombed in the well known piece-montee; his ancestor, Julius Leopold, who was drowned in an inundation of the Oder, and William, who died in a hamlet far from his estates, though near-

er to them than the death spot of any of the others.

Ancient Drinking Guilds. It is gravely said by an authority that the Dutch guilds, the most ancient of workingmen's organizations, had their origin in drinking guilds which, although they did not, as in the case of the Greeks and Romans, exalt drink to the rank of a deity, made it a kind of civic dignitary. These drink guilds and drink brethren existed from the earliest times until the latter part of the sixteenth century, when their ex-

cesses led to their suppression. It is held that men who worked together drank together, and thus formed the primitive club which developed into the guild.--Notes and Queries.

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GOOD FOR EVIL.

"Jesse," said Anton Mosby, the forester, to his daughter, "why do you persist in your friendship for our board-

er, Hayes, when you know I don't like him? I've warned you often enough.

When a man is ashamed to tell his business, it doesn't take much discernment to see that something is wrong. He has been in our house now about five weeks and during the whole time has

not hinted a word as to the meaning of his trips into the woods. Yesterday I saw him prowling about the old quarry, but when I asked him what he was after he said he was looking for game. A likely place indeed to find anything to shoot!"

"Father," said the daughter, "Mr. Hayes has always treated me like a gentleman, and as there is no other company here I don't see what harm can come from talking with him." "I know that it is lonesome here, Jesse, with no one but me for company, and when we can afford it we shall go where you can have better advantages, but that fellow Hayes is not

the right kind, and I don't want you to have anything at all to do with him.

I've left word with Dick to have his horse ready when he gets back, for he has got to leave this place today. Of course I've got no proof that he is a bad one,

but it is easy enough to see. Look at his brace of pistols. I tell you a rifle is good enough here against anything but the sheriff's posse. But I must go;

remember what I say and don't look for me back before night," and Mosby turned away.

Anton Mosby's occupation was to protect a large section of pine timber owned by an eastern company from encroachments by rival firms and necessitated long tramps along the boundaries of the great forest estate. His home was located in a small clearing not large enough to escape the shadows of

the trees for more than half of the day. The nearest village was a lumbering town almost 15 miles distant. From this village ran a narrow, scraggy road

out into the forest, past Mosby's house, and then at the distance of a mile or so divided, one branch turning south and leading somewhere in the direction of civilization, the other running several miles northward and ending in an old quarry which was dug in the side of a

rocky ledge.

After Mosby's departure Jessie went on with her work indoors with a heavy heart. Her father's suspicion that the man Hayes, who had been sojourning with them, was only a refugee from justice, pained her. He had always been very obliging about the house, had books in his saddlebags and sometimes read aloud to her, which was a matter of real entertainment, and while she did not care for him she felt extremely sorry for the treatment he received at her father's hands. She had to confess, however, on thinking it over, that it was a queer place for a man to come whose only occupation was pleasure. Her father had an idea that some day an officer of the law would ride into their little clearing and demand a prisoner; that scene would follow, and, the prisoner, escaping, would seek safety in the slimy caves which penetrated the sides of the limestone ledge. He even dreamed about it and awoke one night imbued with the idea that the house was surrounded by mounted horsemen. Day by day, his suspicion increased, until finally from fear of Jessie's falling in love with a villain he decided to drive him away. Hayes was an ordinary looking man about 5 feet 10, hair brown, eyes blue and rather quick and nervous in his speech. It was a suspicion of embarrassment in the latter respect when questioned as to his business that first led Mosby to observe his actions, and his preference for the old quarry road, which was rough and swampy and led through a tangled growth of underbrush, seemed evident enough that he belonged to those who prefer darkness

rather than light.

These suspicions made Mosby, naturally a hospitable man, cold and satirical, and many an arrow of sarcasm was plumbed for his victim's breast, but Hayes usually seemed perfectly oblivious of their meaning, a fact which only further determined Mosby in the belief

that he was a bad one.

The season had been exceedingly dry.

For nearly a month not a drop of rain had fallen. The sand lay in drifts in the middle of the road and blew away from the roots of the trees. During the

previous weeks a great fire had been raging to the northward, several towns

being razed to the ground and a wide

stretch of timber ruined. The ledge of rocks referred to ran in a crescent and acted as a barrier to the flames, so that the country over which Mosby presided was left unharmed.

This great northern section, however, where the fires had been so destructive, was inhabited by wolves, which now, goaded by fire and hunger, sought safety to the southward. Mosby saw them frequently, and their baying could be heard at night while prowling through the woods in search of food. When Mosby went on the tramp, he invariably took his rifle with him, hoping to obtain enough pelts during the season for a robe. "Wolves," he used to say to Hayes, "are about all the game you will find about these quarters, but if you want to kill any you'd better throw away your six shooters and get a rifle, for all the things are good for is to kill men, and I reckon the people around here are a peaceable lot. Of course, it might be a good thing if one wanted to escape from a constable, but we are presuming that you want to kill animals." But his arguments as to the relative merits and uses of the two weapons had little effect on Hayes, who still continued to carry the pistols and make excursions not into the woods--where, Mosby ventured, "there might be a stray deer if one happened to see it"--but toward the quarry and the hills.

Whether Mosby wanted to keep watch on his strange boarder's actions that day or whether his business led in that direction we cannot say, but he spent the afternoon exploring the timber abutting the highlands. His observa-

tions were quite minute, and the sun was beginning to redden the clouds in the west when he started for home, and by the time he reached the road it had become quite dark. He had about eight miles to cover, but the way was so rough that he made slow progress. Here and there a moonbeam glistened on a sandy opening, but for the greater part of the time the foliage of the trees entirely obstructed the light, so he slumped wearily along, musing upon the events of the previous weeks and wondering where Hayes had gone to spend the night.

A warm breeze swayed the tops of the huge pines; this and the sticks which cracked under his feet were all that broke the silence of the night--all until from the distance came suddenly to his ears the hoarse baying of a wolf.

From time to time it was repeated, un-

til from another direction arose an an-

swering howl, prolonged and mournful. Mosby plodded along, giving little heed except wishing that he could get a sight on one of the varmints in a bright spot of moonlight. The howling of the wolves gradually became more frequent and began to sound nearer and nearer.

Mosby came to a halt and examined the condition of his gun, and then, al-

though feeling that the rifle insured his safety, began to hasten his steps. By the time he had covered another half mile he knew that there was danger be-

hind, for the weird sounds had in-

creased into a din and an uproar. They were evidently on his trail and rapidly approaching, dozens of them perhaps, courageous at last from strength of number. He realized that there would be scant time for reloading a gun after once firing and looked about for a tree which he could climb and pick them off one at a time, but where there were trees the darkness was so deep that the project had to be abandoned as impracticable, and he could not endure the thought of remaining a prisoner all night in the uncomfortable branches of a pine tree on account of a few wolves.

This decision was scarcely reached when he would gladly have changed it, for a moment later the wolves reached the road behind him and were coming along at long leaps, filling the air with their mournful screams.

Mosby, still cool and confident, raised his rifle to his shoulder. A gray form flashed in the light a little distance away, and he fired. The howling of the pack suddenly ceased as one of their number rolled in the sand, and Mosby, after reloading, started on a trot toward a small opening. Before he reached it they were in pursuit again.

Mosby fired again, but missed his aim. For a moment they hesitated, their eyes shining in the darkness, and then gnashing their fangs rushed for-

ward into the light. Mosby's heavy rifle whirled around his head and descended on the skull of the foremost wolf, but the beasts, crazed with hunger, had lost all fear, and Mosby saw that he had met his fate. A wave of sorrow for poor Jessie, left all alone in such a country, welled up in his heart, and then, gritting his teeth in anger, he grasped his gun stock tighter and struck again. This blow was his last, for the next instant he was borne to the ground. Bang! bang! bang! suddenly rang through the forest. A wolf with his fangs buried in Mosby's arm released his hold; another tearing furiously at his breast fell dead. The air resounded with quick reports, and Mosby, weak and almost dying, saw the suspicious boarder rush into the fray, a repeater in each hand.

When next he opened his eyes, he was at home and Jessie by his side. "Where is Hayes?" he murmured.

"Here, father," she answered, and Hayes stepped forward from the shadow where he had been sitting.

The old man would have given him his hand, but his arms were limp and lifeless. "You saved my life," he murmured gratefully, "and I reckon your kind of weapons are the best, after all, among wolves. You must stay with us the whole season, and Jessie and I will do our best to entertain you." Hayes smiled. "It was a lucky thing that you sent me away, Mr. Mosby, for otherwise I would not have been on the quarry road and saved you. I finished my work here yesterday, and so when Dick told me that I must go I started for the quarry to get some things. Jessie has told me what you feared I was, and I do not blame you. It did look suspicious, and I often felt ashamed that I had to keep so quiet, but my time has been spent negotiating purchases of land. I am the junior partner in a firm which expects to establish a mine in this vicinity and came here enjoined to absolute secrecy. The busi-

ness is now where this is no longer nec-

essary, for we have contracted for all the land we want except one corner, probably the riches in ore, however, of all." Hayes then opened his papers and showed a plan of the grounds. "Why," cried Mosby, "that corner belongs to me and is the most worthless piece of ground on the footstool. I've always been ashamed to claim ownership." "Do you wish to sell it, Mr. Mosby?" asked Hayes. "Sell it?" returned Mosby. "Take it for nothing. Bring me the paper, and I will sign the deed." Hayes acted with alacrity: he found a form, filled in some figures and held it in front of the old man. "For and in consideration of $20,000!" gasped Mosby. "What does it mean?" "It means," replied Hayes, "that I consider it a reasonable bargain for our firm at that price." The old man recovered entirely during the course of a few months. Mr. Hayes the following year was frequently a boarder with Jessie and her father, but one August day there was a wedding, and Jessie went to board with him.--Chicago News.

The Monument to Barye.

Notes on the progress of the Barye monument, the expense of which was, in its larger share, defrayed by Americans, have been received in private letters from Paris. The foundations of the monument are ready for the superstructure. The stonework is to be placed in a month. A month afterward the moldings and the medallion portrait of Barye are to be finished. The bronze and stone groups are almost complete. The dedication will occur before the end of the year, it is hoped. The site has been changed. The city authorities were unable to deliver to the monument committee, for some municipal reason, the land which was at first selected, and have appropriated an infinitely better ground. It is situated at the end of the Ile St. Louis, which is crossed by the Sully bridge, that unites the Boulevard Henri IV with the Boulevard St. Germain. The bridge is wide and incessantly in use, being the shortest way from the Faubourg St. Germain to the Bastile square and the Lyons station. From the site Barye's house, the Bastile monument, on the pedestal of which is sculptured in relief a lion by Barye, and the Jardin des Plates, where Barye diligently studied animals, are distinctly visible. The Barye monument will be one of the most striking ornaments of Paris.

Wanted the Dozen.

The Flatwoods section has given to Rome more pushing and progressive elements that any other section of north Georgia, a fact which can easily be proven by Sheriff Jake Moore. It was in the Flatwoods that this little incident oc-

curred: Mayor Jim was coming to the city. When opposite Colonel Bill's cab-

bage ranch, he was accosted and invited in, Colonel Bill saying, "Come right in, major, and wait a minit, and I'll go 'long ter town wid yer." After a quarter of an hour spent in discussing crops and politics and the weather, Major Jim arose and remarked that he "must be er-walkin."

"Oh, set down," exclaimed the colonel. "Hut's early yit." The major sat down again and talked above the panic "bein a rich man's panic, an he liked ter see it gwine on." Presently, and not seeing the colonel in any hurry to start, he arose the second time. "Oh, set down, major, an don't be so restless!" exclaimed the colonel. "I'll

be ready in a few minnits now," and leaning over he whispered, "I've got eleben aigs in that air baskit, an old Dominick's been on the nest a haff hour, an in five more minnits I'll have the dozen an will have yer comp'ny ter Rome."--Rome (Ga.) Hustler.

No Butter For Dinner. Butter is never seen at a correct din-

ner party. It may appear melted in a sauce dish, but never on a patty or in a center dish. The plate of bread also has disappeared. At each place a dinner roll or half a slice of bread an inch thick is placed. This supply is always sufficient for people who understand the fine art of dining. It is a great mistake, and one

commonly made, to eat heartily at the beginning of the dinner. If a bite of bread is taken with the fish, another bite with the entree and a third morsel with the roast there will not only be bread left over, but there will be an appetite

for the salad and desert. Bread served at dinner should be a day old. There are physiological reasons why no bread should be eaten with oysters and soup.--Philadelphia Call.

An Unconventional Countess.

Belle Hilton, the ex-music hall singer, who recently presented her husband, the Earl of Clancarty, with a daughter, is an unconventional personage, as nearly every one knows. "Are you aware,

madam, that this is a smoking compart-

ment?" said a gentleman to her ladyship as she entered a railroad car at Easton Square station, London, not long ago. "All right, old chappie; going to smoke myself," replied the countess, drawing forth a cigarette case and lighting up, while the polite gentleman withdrew into his corner covered with confusion.--London Letter.

Hypothetical. Man of Fashion (reading in a newspaper that a village schoolmaster had shot himself because he could not pay a debt of 50 marks)--Ridiculous! Why, if I were to shoot myself for every 50 marks that I owe, I should be kept at it all the year round!--Fliegende Blatter.