VOL. XIV. OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, JUNE 7, 1894. NO. 10.

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. 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 656 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, 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 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., 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 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; 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.

Seen In Ceylon.

The dress of the women is almost iden-

tical with that of the men, though sometimes varied by a low white muslin bodice and a string of coral, replaced in the higher classes by sparkling circlets of rubies or sapphires on dusky cheeks and

arms. Moormen descended from ancient Arab traders, who migrated hither from Red sea ports, and distinguishable by their voluminous red or white robes and tall hats glittering with tinsel, smoke their narghileas in dim arcades filled with gorgeous silks and delicate embroideries.

Malays with flat Mongolian features and dull blue garb drive a brisk trade in the artistically woven cloth and cotton of their native peninsula. Stolid Bom-

bay merchants and keen faced Jews with long, black ringlets preside over stores of shining gems, for this favored island, together with the pearl fisheries of the western coast, possesses further treasure of inexhaustible sapphire mines and the minor wealth of tourmalines, moonstones and garnets. The rubies and emeralds of Burmah and Siam, which appear plentiful as the native jewels, are received in exchange

for the splendid sapphires and the rare specimens of alexandrite and jacinth obtained from the quarries of Ratnapura, famous for unique crystallizations which rank amid the phenomena of nature.--Cornhill Magazine.

Schwatka and His Servant.

While in garrison at Fort Sheridan, S. D., Lieutenant Schwatka had an Irish servant whom he had taken from the ranks, and who, like his commanding officer and employer, was subject to occasional sprees. One morning after Schwatka had been sitting up with some visiting comrades he left orders with his servant that he should be promptly awakened at 9 o'clock. About noon the lieutenant arose without having been called, and opening the door leading from his bedroom to the dining room in the log quarters which he occupied dis-

covered his servant lying drunk on the floor before him.

Schwatka raised him from the floor and shook him as a mastiff would a terrier, exclaiming to him: "You infernal scoundrel, don't you know that I ordered you to wake me at 9 o'clock? Here I find you drunk in violation of your agreement that you would never get under the influence of liquor while I was on a drunk." The Irishman straightened himself up for attention, saluted and replied:

"Yes, sor, but you niver give me no chance. You've kept me sober for three weeks by staying dhrunk yerself, ye have."

Schwatka forgave him.--Chicago In-

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WE NEVER GROW OLD.

We never grow old, it isn't the mode,

We have pinned our faith to a modern code And started out on the longer road!

Our grandmothers wore their dainty caps, Our grandfathers took little daily naps, We take the air in our winter wraps!

Our grandmothers aged at fifty or so; But, stemming the tide of the long ago, We wear our fifty years of snow! --Boston Woman's Journal.

DIANA'S VISITOR.

It was a very cold day--at least it seemed so in Georgia, for the men had all put on their overcoats and the women their wraps. The doors were shut and the windows pulled down. The violets were hiding their purple petals under the broad green leaves; the golden blossom of the Siberian shrub that, almond-

like, hung on its leafless branches, seemed to be shivering. Only the brave snow white Roman hyacinths out in the yard stood erect in the cold, clean air and brought thoughts of "pure eyed Faith,

white handed Hope and hovering angles

girt with golden wings." Queer fancies

about the old doctrine of the transmigration of souls seemed whispered by the tiny tinkle of one white bell, while the tintinnabulation of the lady in Comus had come again to earth and was visibly

embodied in this beautiful flower.

The unattending cars of Mrs. de Lan-

cey, however, caught none of these sounds as she trudged past the stately old Graham place, where the hyacinths stood in the yard in great groups. Far other thoughts engaged her mind, while her eye sought her own cabin home on "de turr side de great house." "How long have you been living out here?"

asked her companion, a straight, lithe, chestnut colored young man, well dressed and with a certain self respecting air that was unmistakable. "Ever sence de beginment of de war times I bin liv dar. Dar whar all my chillern wuz borned. Hit gwine on 19 year sence de las' one come. I jes' been see dat gal, kase she saunt after me. She a smart gal, she is, an she teachin school down in Atlanta now. De chile done change her name so dat I doan' know who de folks talkin 'bout when

dey 'dress her. I name her Dromaky, after de pictur ole merster had 'bout

'Hector and Dromaky' hangin up in de dinin room, but she say dat a mighty ig'nant name, and she done change to Ruth. I calls her Dromaky, as dat what I 'spect to call her. I'ze 58 year ole, de

boss say, an you cyan't teach old dog new trick. Ain't dat so?"

A kindly smile rested on the face of the young man who was so courteously carrying Mrs. de Lancey's black, shiny valise. His answer was an indirect one: "I think Ruth is a beautiful name. Dromaky, too, seems beautiful when it means

Ruth."

"Whar you come f'om, man? You talk sorter proper, like my gal do. I know'd soon as I set eyes on you when de train stop dar you wuz a quality nigger bedont you openin your mouf. Now you done tote my cyarpet bag and done show de 'havior of a gint'man, I know you bin fotch up right. I ain't got no disparagement 'bout you. I knows quality folks when I sees 'em. Dat de kind I bin use ter all my life. Dat de kind Dromaky bin use to, but us doan talk alike, 'kaze she got de 'vantage of eddication an book larnin more dan her mammy is. But she got good horse sense, too, dat chile is, an she ain't no more shame uv me dan ef I wuz a high learnt 'oman lack de black folks is dese days. I fotch Dromaky up right. When she want to be runnin round wild, lack some de black chillern an de white chillern, too, does I took hold uv her, I did, an I checktise dat gal tell I rectify her.

Dat hucome she so 'spectable an 'sponsible now. Chillern got to be checktised, man!"

Again that pleased, quiet, happy smile played over the face of the young man, who had just reached out a smooth, brown hand to take the rough, horny,

age veined hand of Dromaky's mother and assist her in stepping across a muddy place in the path that, turning aside from the big road, led by a "nigh cut" to the whitewashed cabin among the clustering pines.

"Is the nearest house your home--the one with the honeysuckle clambering over it and the jonquils in the yard?

How pretty they look!"

"Dey bleedged ter look bright, dem blooms is, 'kaze Dromaky sot dem out when she wan't knee high to a duck. She a mighty chile fur lovin flowers, an ole miss gin her dem roots, 'kaze de pig yard done overgrowed

wide 'em, an she want mo' room for her hyacinths what you see bendin an wavin 'bout yonder. Dromaky wuz

de white folks' favorite an de black folks' favorite too. Wharsomever dat chile go she 'taches folks to her. She ain' discontemptious an bigoty like some gals, an she got heap a fun 'bout her."

By this time they had reached the gate of the little yard with its clumps of pines, its patches of tender grass, its great bed of daffy-down-dillies dancing

in the February breezes, and like the face of Lady Una making sunshine in a shady place. The young man held the gate open for Diana to pass in first, hesitated a moment, then went in himself, saying, "I will put your valise on the porch."

"You got ter eat a snack wid me, man. You done act de gentleman to me.

You must er come from de low country. De black folks and de white folks bofe down dar got raisin's and behavement.

Dey ain't got no 'dayciousness an de disparagement dat de folks got up hyar in dis part de worl. Us used ter live down dar after we comed f'om Freder-

icksburg, 'fore we comed up hyar. Come 'long in an eat a snack wid me. I gwine meck some coffee an fry some meat, an

Dromaky done stuff dat balise plumb full uv good things on one side. I gwine give you some, kase you got sich good raisin's."

She seemed scarcely aware that her companion had rarely spoken during their long walk. His very silence had been so full of a sort of high bred defer-

ence and courtesy that she was perfectly at ease with him. Years before, when the father of this polite young man was a slave and drove the carriage of Colo-

nel Porcher in Charleston, a distin-

guished foreigner once said to his own-

er: "Rarely have I met in all my travels any man with such fine manners as

your carriage driver. There is something about him which makes me think of an exiled prince, and, what is to me perfectly wonderful, his bearing, while so respectful, does not suggest the slave."

With this inherited tendency, added to an education at Hampton, no wonder that Fontain Clayton had been classi-

fied by Diana as "quality an no kin to buckra," no wonder that he had found a way to her ready liking, her untutored

affection. No wonder that she allowed her heart to overflow and talked to him of her "Dromaky" as freely as a child prattles of its doll.

"You done help me so much I gwine let you set in Dromaky's cheer. Dat's

it wid de red ribbon bow tied to de back. Dat chile like pretty things. She an two turr 'omans--teacher 'omans, lack my gal--done rent a room in At-

lanta. Hit got a sorter little pretty closet room open off to one side whar Dromaky sleep. De turr teachers got a foldin bed

what look lack a bookcase in de day time. Dey gits dinner at a restyroom an rests dar awhile, an dey buys bread an cooks cocoa an tea an sich lack fur

breakfas' an dinner. Dromaky is so peart an so little dey calls her de little 'Jorce.' One day when I wuz dar dey

wuz all sittin roun de fire. Dromaky got de Scribbler's Magazine, a-readin,

an me a-knitten a pair uv wool stockin's--dat all de kind I like--an Miss Simp-

sons--she de old maid n*gger 'oman--whar teachin. She ain't got much sense. She go pokin roun lack she doan' know what she thinkin 'bout, an nobody else doan' know nuther. She set dar a-readin a poetry book. Dat all she talk 'bout, poetry an poetry, tell hit fair made me sick.

"Dat turr 'oman is a Yankee n*gger, an she wear glasses, an she mighty friskylike an full uv devilment. She keeps 'em all livened up like dey got somesense an some understandment. I like dat 'oman. She de one got ter meck de cocoa dat night. She het de water an den go to de cubboard to get de cocoa. All uv a suddint she drap down on de floor an jes' bust out a laughin. Dat little Dromaky she jes got ter gigglin den, an she giggle an giggle, dough she doan' know what she gigglin 'bout. Dat poetry 'oman jes' sit dar lack a fool an make out she doan see nuthin. De Yankee 'oman laugh so de tears comed in her eyes an cloud up her spectacles. She jes' pinted to de cubboard, an Dromaky rocked back in de cheer, laughin most to death an sayin, 'Is it--is it--de milk?'" Diana's visitor seemed about "to hurt hisself." He seemed perfectly overcome with merriment. "I axed my gal next day huccome she think so much uv dat 'oman whar 'pear so cuyous an talk 'bout poetry all de time, an sorter mind yo uv a horse wid de blind staggers. De gal say she love de 'oman jes' sorta natchuelly. Den de Yankee 'oman say to me, wid a laughin eye, 'Ax Ruth about Miss Gibson's brother.' Den de gal tole me atter we got off 'lone, wid her head layin down in my lap lack she use to do an a daffy-down-dilly jes' a-tremblin in her hand whar hanging down, dat she love dat man an done promise to marry him if I gins de consent." A pause. "I hates mighty bad to think 'bout givin up my little gal," she went on as she lifted from the "balise" a nice cake, put it on the table,

and turned to the window to wipe her eyes on the corner of the curtain.

Her back was toward her companion. For one moment his head drooped. He lifted it, rose, went to her, put his arm around her and whispered: "I am Mr. Gibson. I love your little Dromaky. I will be good to her. Will you give her to me?"--Eleanor Churchill Gibbs in Chicago Inter-Ocean.

Novel Scene at an Amphitheater.

During the performance of a play at the Amphitheater a rather novel incident occurred. It was in a scene supposed to represent a mutiny on board ship, and in it the master of the vessel was getting rather the worst of the fight. A sailor who was in the pit and who, it is alleged, had had quite as much stimulant as it was wise for him to carry, shouter, "'Ere, y'are, captain, I'll lend ye a hand," and immediately proceeded to put his offer into execution by jump-

ing over the barrier and advancing to-

ward the stage. As he was clambering onto the stage he slipped and fell back-

ward. The matter was referred to two constables, and the too willing "Jack Tar" was removed from the building without being able to render "the cap'en" his promised assistance.--Pul-len's Kent (England) Argos.

In 1886 the people of this country pro-

duced 71,000,000 tons of grain, 4,750,000 of meat, 110,000 of sugar, 50,000 of rice, 4,200,000 of potatoes, 430,000 of butter and 170,000 of cheese, and consumed the greater part in their own hearthstones.

OUR VICE PRESIDENTS. Marble Busts of Vice Presidents for the Senate Chamber. In 1886 the United States senate adopt-

ed a resolution to the effect that marble busts of the vice presidents of the United States should be placed in the vacant niches in the senate chamber from time to time.

Mr. Edward Clark, the architect of the capitol, was directed to carry out the provisions of this resolution, subject to the approval of the senate committee on library. This committee decided that $800 ought to purchase a good bust, and Mr. Clark received instructions to secure first the busts of living vice presidents and afterward take up the list chronologically. Five busts were deemed by the committee sufficient for one order. It was also thought proper that the work should be given to sculptors from the states which furnished the vice presidents. Mr. Clark has followed his instructions to the letter. No sculptor has received more than $800 for a single bust of a vice president. The selections have been made from sample plaster casts. In the case of Chester A. Arthur there was some embarrassment, owing to the selection of the sculptor St. Gaudens. Mr. St. Gaudens does not turn out busts for $800, and he would not make an exception in this case. Finally an arrange-

ment was effected by which the friends of Mr. Arthur agreed to take a replica. Mr. Adlai E. Stevenson has already arranged to sit to a sculptor, so he will not be one of those left out. There are, it should be said, 15 vice presidents yet to be provided for, and with only 12 niches remaining the architect of the capitol will be puzzled with a serious mathematical problem.

The eight busts which are already in place represents John Adams, the first vice president; Thomas Jefferson, who succeeded him; Daniel Tompkins, who served from 1817 to 1825; Hannibal Hamlin, the associate of Lincoln from 1861 to 1865; William A. Wheeler, vice president from 1877 to 1881; Chester A. Arthur, vice president and president, 1881 to 1885; Thomas A. Hendricks and Levi P. Morton.--Boston Globe.

The Deadly Cigarette. "This idea of taxing cigarettes is a great one," said the man who is always in earnest. "They are pernicious and health destroying. Why, I knew a man who was killed by cigarettes."

"Yes, such cases are said to be com- mon."

"Such a nice young man he was too. Cut off right in the prime of manhood. It was a cruel blow to his friends."

"It's terrible," said his auditor, with a sympathetic sniff. "I will never forget when they brought him home mangled and"--

"Beg pardon. Did you say 'mangled?'" "Certainly." "But I didn't know cigarettes mangled." "But, you see, this young man was run over by a wagon load of them on their way to a Richmond warehouse. He was"-- But his listened had vanished.--Ameri-can Industry.

General's Early Plan.

The death of Jubal E. Early recalls a not very reverent but nonetheless laughable story of him. When during the war Early was in the Shenandoah valley, he was one Sunday attending a village church. The minister was in-

clined to make the occasion patriotic if not heroic. Before him were uniforms that told of fidelity to the secession cause and inspired large hopes of its triumph, so the preacher raised the dead, and with animation went over the doings of Washington, Sumter, Marion, Jackson. Then, since he must halt somewhere, when he thought he had stirred his hearers to a high pitch of admiration he said, "Now, if we had all these honored men among us today, what would you do?" Jubal piped out with his high pitched voice, "I'd conscirpt every ---- one of 'em." The rest of the service was not described in the tale.--Springfield Republican.

She Got Something Pretty. A pretty story is going the rounds about Rosa Bonheur. Some time ago a Russian grand duke was visiting Paris and chanced to dine in her company. They got on very well, and at dessert they ate philopena together--that is to say, they shared a double almond. But the duke, when next day they met, forgot to say "philopena" and lost the bet. He asked the artist what present he should give her, and she added laughingly, "Any animal that would do to paint--something pretty, you know." The duke smiled and departed. Nothing more was heard of him, and the lady had quite forgotten the affair when, some months afterward, the royal forfeit arrived--to wit, three enormous polar bears.

Saved From a Puma by a Dog's Strategy. Dillie, the 12-year-old daughter of Jobs Flock, an Asotin county (Wash.) farmer, narrowly escaped attack from a mountain lion. At a sharp turn in the trail the girl came in full view of a large and ugly looking lion. It slowly advanced toward her, when she called for the dog. The dog appeared on the scene and made for the lion, but kept out of reach of the animal's sharp claws. The dog kept worrying and tormenting the beast to attract its attention from the child until the little girl was out of harm's way, when it, too, left for the home of its master.--Portland Oregonian.