VOL. XIV.

OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, MAY 31, 1894.

NO. 9.

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 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, 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 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 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 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 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 to-

gether, 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 propery. 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 Chicago Girl's First Inquiry.

Recently a young girl from Chicago, a college student, upon her first visit to Boston, was invited to begin her tour of inspection in company with an elderly Boston lady, who instinctively selected the route according to her ideas of what would be worth showing, and conse-

quently began at what proved to be the wrong end for the desired impression upon the Chicago mind. In other words, she did not select the Back Bay costli-

ness and did select the district of historical interest, which interest she at once found herself called upon to bring into high relief as an offset to the damaging comparison of the city's "poorly planned streets" with those of other cities within the western girl's acquaintance. The lady began to have twinges of misgiving as to her success in the character of a guide to Boston, but directed the steps of the pair to Park street and at the most favorable point of observation call-

ed attention to our statehouse, her heart swelling with pride. There was an im-

pressive pause, and then from the Chicago girl: "How much did it cost?"

The elderly Boston lady did not re-

member to have read.--Boston Tran-

script.

A Laugh on the Girls. A good joke was played on the girls of Marion by the young men of that town. The boys had been rather remiss in their attentions to the young ladies and had been "stagging" it to the thea-

ter, parties, etc., until the girls got tired of being left in the cold and decided to show their independence. Consequently 15 of the girls hired a box at the theater and made a very charming theater party.

The play was "Wanted, a Husband," and the girls sat serene through it all, never dreaming that the wicked boys had taken one of the largest flaring post-

ers, "Wanted, A Husband," and fastened it around the box so that all the audience might read.--Indianapolis Sentinel.

Rods In Pickle. One of the most useful institutions of Alexandria, Va., is the parental rod, which is always held in pickle at the station house for the use of such parents as to desire to escape fines levied for the offenses of their unruly children. They are allowed to whip the bad boys at the station house, and in that case the fine is remitted.--Philadelphia Ledger.

A New Source of Russian Revenue.

A new source of revenue has been opened in the Russian postoffice department. All registered letters are to be opened by the postmen in the receiver's presence, and if found to contain money from abroad 75 per cent of the amount is to be seized.

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THE PHEBE BIRD IN SPRING. The water drips from the mossy caves In jewel drops on last year's leaves; The earth is wrapped in a vale of mist, And through this gauze of amethyst Comes the phebe's note, so clear, so sweet, The call of the phebe bird: Phebe! Phebe! Phebe!

The sun is shedding its rosy glow On tufts of crocuses white as snow That bloom by the old stone wall, And from the woods by the waterfall We faintly hear, so clear, so sweet, The call of the phebe bird: Phebe! Phebe! Phebe!

The breath of violets most rare Is wafted on the gentle air, While from each mead and ferny dell Comes a plaintive note like a silver bell, So piercing fine, so clear, so sweet, The call of the phebe bird: Phebe! Phebe! Phebe!

--Alice B. Waite in New York Sun.

A DECEPTION. The bombardment had come to an end. Every fort along the line had been silenced, and in common with the other men of war lying in the harbor we were sending landing parties ashore.

As chief surgeon on board I was busy below with the poor fellows who lay suffering unspeakable agonies with compressed lips and white, haggard faces.

Bending down with my assistants over the prostrate body of a young middy, I did not hear footsteps approaching and started when someone laid his hand on my shoulder. It was Lieutenant Harold Patterson. "Carter, old man," he said as I stood up and wiped my hands, "this rough work has niggered me a bit. I've got a nasty knock here, see?" He lifted up his left arm painfully with his right hand, and I then saw that the dark blue cloth was torn and stained and stiff with congealed blood. "Bit of a small shell," he continued, with easy carelessness. "I want you to doctor it up a big, for I've got to go ashore with Teaser." Teaser was his gun. It was a light machine gun, a capital weapon for square or retreat work. Patterson was a perfect child with his gun. He treated it as if it were one of his greatest friends on earth.

"There's going to be some sport on the other side of those batteries, I can assure you," he said, pointing with his

thumb through the porthole toward the land.

"Old Teaser's going to make things hum round there a bit, or she's going for old iron when we get back. Candidly, Carter, did you ever see a gun like her? Did you ever see a piece of metal pump bullets like she does? Lord, I'd stick against a dead wall and buck up 500 howling n*ggers with her single hand-

ed."

When I had fixed him up, we went on

deck. The hot air between the bulkheads made me feel sick and dizzy, and I wondered at a government like ours taking it into their heads to send out

women as nurses among the wounded.

Out in the offing I could see the transport that was bringing the soldiers and the women.

The advent of the women was a con-

founded nuisance. I told Harold so.

"Fie, doctor," he said. "I should never have thought it of you! Shame on you for speaking of the ladies in that disrespectful way. Why, the little dears, they'll be the means of bringing

round the fellows a lot more quickly than you and your crew could ever hope to. Three cheers for the ladies, I say."

And as he raised his cap and waved it round his curly head I felt that there was a soft place in his heart for women in general by reason of the fact that one of them far back in England was sigh-

ing for her bronzed and handsome lover, who was just now so enthusiastically championing their cause.

But although I had been in his company for at least three weeks he had never once mentioned to me the name of the girl I was now convinced was respon-

sible for this outburst of vehemence. His wound did not prevent his taking his place in the pinnace. Teaser was there in the bow, carefully wrapped in yellow tarpaulin.

I watched them take her ashore and saw through my glasses how carefully and tenderly he superintended her manipulation until at length the whole battery disappeared from sight through a breach in the fortifications. A couple of hours later the big transport arrived. She brought out two regiments and half a dozen voluntary nurses.

One of them came to our ship. I fear the reception I gave her wasn't a very cordial one, but I didn't want her there at all and expressed my annoyance in my actions.

The expression of the face, tanned by exposure during the voyage, was firm and intellectual, and there was a look of businesslike suavity about her man-

ner that we doctors always admire in any one. But time along would show her worth. In the cool of the evening I had the sick brought up on deck. There were few serious cases, and for these I could do no more than I had already done.

Nurse sat reading by one of them. She had a remarkably clear and well bal-

anced voice, and I could see the poor fel-

lows on either side straining their ears to catch the sweet sounds that had been foreign to them for so long.

I leaned over the bulwarks and watched landing parties returning to their respective ships. I could see a cou-

ple of the men of our boat impatiently walking up and down the beach, while the others stood with boathooks keeping the pinnace a few yards out and off the bottom.

Then through the breach 20 yards above them came the remainder of our party. They were walking slowly and carrying some of their number. I could not see the gun.

When they came alongside, the two wounded were handed up. One was a seaman. He was taken below. The other came up.

His face and part of his body was cov-

ered with a bloodstained cloth, but I saw the legs and the sturdy arms, and a big lump came up in my throat. As I turn-

ed to follow them down below one of the men said to me in a hoarse whisper:

"Gun burst, sir. For God's sake don't say he's going!"

They loved him, all these men did. He had been like a brother to them. I knelt by the side of the boy--he was only a boy. He still breathed, though slightly, but, cruel sight! he was blind, and his once handsome face was horribly disfigured. He raised his hand slowly and felt my arm and carried the fingers up to my face. I bent down to catch the words which fell from his moving lips. "Ah, Carter, old fellow, I'm back, you--you see. Low--trick of--Teaser, wasn't it? Though she might have had --a little--more--respect for me, eh, Carter?" His lips moved again, and as I bent down I heard a light footstep behind me. It was nurse.

She came over and knelt on the opposite side of the mattress and took his hand in hers. He gave a little start and then removed the hand which he was holding on my breast and smoothed the one that held his. "Hullo, Minnie! You're--late to-night--never do to be late. Naughty--little--girl. I've been--wanting you a lot--dear. I've missed you--dreadfully. Have you--missed me, Minnie?" Out of pure delicacy I arose quietly and withdrew. When I came back at the end of a quarter of an hour, he was smoothing her cheeks. Then the poor hand passed down over the collar of her dress, down to the bib of her apron. This, I saw, was wet with his life's blood. "Been gardening, Minnie?" he murmured as his hand came into contact with the moisture. "You've got yourself wet. You'll catch cold, deary. Be

careful."

Then another short silence, while the hand traveled up to the bonny head of hair that crowned her form. Slowly and painfully he drew out the hairpins, one by one, and the tresses fell down over her shoulders onto the blood stained coverlet. "You--haven't had it--all cut off. You told me you would. But that--was long--ago. I thought you--didn't mean it." She was a brave woman, that nurse. Few could have gone through the ordeal as she did. I do not know her now. I do not even know her name, and I have never seen her since she left the ship for the transport a few weeks later at the termination of the war. The heat of the cockpit, combined with the motion of the vessel, made me feel a bit giddy, and I went up for a breath of fresh air. I tried to look cheerful and to speak a word to the purser as I passed him. But, confound it all, the word wouldn't come, and the dry, tickling sensation in my throat made me cough until my eyes watered. But I never could leave the dying boy down there without me, so down I went

again.

"And--now--you'll kiss me, Minnie--won't you?"

I looked at the eyeless and blackened countenance as he turned his poor head toward her. I looked at the pale, quivering lips of the noble girl who had thus lightened the end of one for whom she had nothing more than pity. He placed both arms about her neck, and she kissed him.--Pearson's Weekly.

His Rebuke.

Mr. Abner Jennings was never known to say a harsh thing to or about any one. His form of speech was invariably mild, and exaggerated statements were viewed by him as almost as reprehensible as lies. Once, in the spring of the year, when the Blueville roads were in a fearful condition of mud and mire, the team of a "traveling merchant" was stalled a short distance from Mr. Jenning's house. The old man at once brought out his oxen and went to the peddler's assistance. The team could not be instantly released even with the aid of the yoke of oxen, and the peddler, who was a man of high temper and little self control, proceeded to vent his rage in language which first amazed and then disgusted the equable Mr. Jennings. He bore it as long as he thought was necessary and proper and then unhitched his oxen and

went calmly home.

"I went to try to help him," he explained to his wife as he walked into the kitchen on his return, "but he talked so poorly that I came off and left him." One day he caught some boys robbing his black cherry tree and surveyed them for some moments in speechless disapprobation. "Boys," he said at last, giv-

ing the culprits the sternest glance of which he was capable, "boys, I think you've been doing very poorly!"

After administering that stinging rebuke he turned on his heels and walk-

ed slowly away to the barn and never referred to the matter again.--Youth's Companion.

Our shirt, collar and cuff factories or-

dinarily pay out $4,300,000 in wages an-

nually.

Hypnotizing Witnesses In Court. Dr. J. S. Wintermute, complainant in a $41,000 damage suit against James Stinson, a Chicago stockman, was accused in the United States court of hypnotizing a witness who was on the stand. Wintermute is said to be able to mesmerize and hypnotize people.

Stinson sent him a lot of blooded horses a couple of years ago. They were placed on Wintermute's farm for breeding pur-

poses, and now Wintermute has sued Stinson for services and the use of his farm properties. This morning the court

denied a motion for nonsuit, and Stinson, who had engaged able counsel, began to introduce his evidence.

One of the witnesses "could not remember." He halted and hesitated repeatedly, and finally Stinson told the court the witness was being hypnotized by the complainant, Wintermute. Judge Sandford did not seem to consider the objection seriously. The examination was ordered continued and the witness asked more questions, but he still seemed confused. Again Stinson arose and called the court's attention to the witness's mental condition and insisted that he was under a hypnotic spell. Wintermute was observed to be making curious passes with his hands in the direction of the witness. He was ordered to keep his hands down. Stinson says Wintermute hypnotized persons in his house at Chicago and is positive he had the witness under his influence.--Tacoma Cor. Chicago Tribune.

An International Episode. An international incident of an unusual and amusing sort has given interest to the news of the week from Can-

ada. Admiral Magnaghi arrived at Montreal with his ship Etna, and as he dropped anchor he fired a number of guns prescribed by naval etiquette as salute to the flag of a friendly nation.

But Montreal has a mayor who does not recognize the kingdom of Italy, and by his orders the salute was not returned. It is understood that he bases his refusal to recognize King Humbert on the ground that Victor Emanuel wronged the head of the church of which he is a faithful member, and that the king of Italy is, therefore, in some way a usurper.

The mayor of Montreal is evidently a long way behind the times. But Admiral Magnaghi is not, and he forthwith telegraphed the Ottawa government, demanding that the prescribed amount of powder be burned in honor of the Italian flag, and intimating that unless this were done without further offensive delay he should feel compelled to resent the indignity by sailing right away out of the St. Lawrence. So the premier at Ottawa ordered the mayor of Montreal to fire the salute, the admiral is appeased, and the international incident is closed.--Boston Commonwealth.

The White Cruiser Chicago at Dublin.

The stars and stripes as as familiar to Irish eyes as the flag of green, but not often is the symbol of the United States of America seen on an American battleship in Dublin bay. A warship is regarded as part of the territory of the state to which it belongs, and therefore the Chicago may be looked upon as the part of the great country in which so many of our people have found a home, and not a few of them have found fame and fortune. It was only natural, therefore, that her advent to her shores should have stirred Irish hearts, and that the flag flying above her should have conjured up visions of battle days when side by side with it was carried the flag of green. Ireland gave Barry to the American navy, and the blood of Old Ironsides coursed through the veins of Charles Stewart Parnell, and the Irish nature would have ceased to be Irish fi our warmest affections were not successfully appealed to by the sight of part of the armed force which the genius of Barry helped to create and of the flag under which the grandfather of the Irish leader served and fought.--United Ireland.

Customers Too Particlar. Some years ago the proprietors of a so called "ulster house" in London placed in their windows a placard setting forth a new rule of their establishment, namely, that no orders given by Americans would be executed unless the orders were paid for beforehand. The proprietor on being interviewed declared that American ladies were much too hard to please--infinitely more so than English ones. They insisted upon having their things made to fit or they refused to take them. "I had an ulster sent back to me the other day, for instance," he remarked, "by an American customer merely because it was longer in front

than it was at the back." Only that and nothing more!--Lucy Hooper in Home Journal.

The Name of Stebbins.

The Stebbins family is fairly numerous. It is not now a classic name. Its

owners wear it ignorantly. More the shame for them. It is by right a classic name, borne as it was by the first of Christian martyrs--St. Steven, sometimes spelled Stephen. Steven is the

Dutch way of spelling it. Spell it in Spanish--Esteban. Drop the initial si-

lent e and then you have Steban. Among the ignorant the step to Stebbins is very short. And the honorable name of St. Steven takes on degradation, even as the fine old Norman-French name D'An-

taine becomes the homely Dobbins.--Davenport Democrat.

China is said to contain numberless small societies of unmarried women who have pledged themselves never to marry.