VOL. XIV.

OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, JUNE 21, 1894. NO. 12.

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. Wedding 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.

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.

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

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.

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. GEO. R. FORTINER, HOLIDAY COTTAGE, No. 809 Wesley Avenue, Ocean City, N. J. OFFICE HOURS:--Until 10 A. M. 2 to 3 P. M. 6 to 8 P. M.

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.

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 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., fur-

nished at short notice. Country or City Residences fitted up in the best manner. Sanitary Plumbing or drainage a specialty. Orders by mail promptly attended to.

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.

A. D. SHARP'S Express and Bus Line will meet all trains. Movings promptly attended to. Your patronage solicited.

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 rail-

road; 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, 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 househunter 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 False Maxim. The loungers around the only store in a little New England village were greatly amused at something that happened one warm afternoon. A tall, lank, barefooted man came into the store with a gallon pail filled with blackberries, which he exchanged for three quarts of molasses. He carried a stout hickory walking stick in one hand, and when he departed he put the pail on one end of the stick and threw the stick across his shoulder. He reached the platform in front of the store when a shining new pin at his feet caught his eye. "See a pin and pick it up, All the day you'll have good luck." he drawled out and stooped over to pick up the pin, when the molasses crawled out all over his back and neck. Straightening himself hurriedly, the man said: "Waal, I never thought much of that air proverb, an I think less on it neow than I ever did."--Youth's Companion.

Settled the Difficulty.

He had given her the engagement ring and was telling her fairy stories about the trouble he had experienced in securing a pure white, flawless stone when he saw a sad look creep into the eyes but now fired with joyous mirth and gladness. "What is it, my own?" he whispered in her left auricular appendage. "Oh, Harold, suppose"--"Yes, sweetheart." "Suppose we should get married?" "We will, my dearest," he hissed, with a $10 a week nerve. "And I should lose this ring in the fluff of our velvet carpets?" For a moment he was dazed. Then a decorative possibility rushed athwart his prophetic soul, and he said firmly: "We will have hard wood floors."--Detroit Free Press.

He Added a Postscript.

The following genuine "bull" story is related by a down town merchant: An out of town customer, to whom some goods had been shipped, discovered, as he thought, a mistake in the bill over-charging him to a considerable amount.

He wrote to the merchant in the city without delay, and the letter was duly received. It dwelt at length on the careless-

ness in general and particularly in the case of this bill, waxing indignant over the foolish mistake and demanding a correct bill at once. At the foot of the letter was the hastily written postscript to this effect, "Since writing the above I have re-examined your bill and find it correct after all."--New York Tribune.

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HAND IN HAND.

When spring was young and life was new, Love was our only friend and guide. Sweet were the lessons he led us through And sweet our going side by side. Then summer came, a golden flood, And still we followed hand in hand. Love was the music in our blood And love the glory of the land. Rich autumn fell, and winter drove The fruity ripeness from the air. But wrapped in warm, soft tales of love, What rocked we if the world was bare? So round again we come to spring, Strong for another year's emprise. The birds are whist to hear us sing The sun is dazzled by our eyes.

For hand in hand, where'er we go, Earth under foot and heaven above, Love is the only life we know, And every breath we breathe is love.--New York Advertiser.

PART OF A LIFE. "So you want my little girl for your wife, do you?"

The speaker, from a glance at his snowy hair and mustache and sorrowful dark eyes, one would suppose to have been a man well along in years, but on looking more closely at the well knit, supple form reclining at ease in the study chair it was discovered to be an "old head on young shoulders."

His deep, musical voice was half sad, half tender as he continued to address the young man, who, standing before him, was nervously toying with a book that lay on the table at his right.

"Perhaps I'm not quite as surprised as you thought I would be. You have played together as little children, as boy and girl you were companions, and now that you are a man and Maud is a woman your hearts naturally turn to each other, and I will see my dearest wish realized. The friendship that has existed between your father and myself for 16 years will be augmented by the union of our only children. You are a good, manly fellow, Hugh, but at trifle hot headed and impulsive. Learn to con-

trol yourself, boy; learn to control yourself. "You have much of my disposition, and I would save you from the rocks on which my happiness was wrecked--you and my little girl.

"Sit down, Hugh, here, near me, and I will tell you a story--an answer to the question you have so often had on the tip of your tongue to ask me, 'What was it that turned the hair of such a comparatively young man white?' Tush, boy, don't look confused--you couldn't help wondering.

"Well, to begin with, 20 years ago I married one of the fairest, sweetest lit-

tle women that ever won the love of man. I was a reported on an evening paper, ambitious and struggling to rise in my profession. We rented a little house in the suburbs, and although we had not much of this world's goods our home was a very happy one for the first six or eight months. Then little bickerings and fault finding began. Bitter quarrels finally grew out of the most trivial things, and scarcely a day passed that there had not been angry words spoken by one or the other.

"We loved each other dearly, and we tried hard to avoid all this. We had re-

solved again and again in our moments of repentance that we would treat each other with more consideration, be more forbearing, but it seemed useless--our troubles increased.

"So it went on for several months. I had become morose and gloomy, and Nora's poor little face had grown so pale and sad that the sight of it made my heart ache.

"One lovely morning in early sum-

mer, when the roses that clambered over our cottage walls were in bloom and nodding their pretty heads at us through the windows, when the birds, newly mated, were singing their joy and the air was heavy with the perfume of flowers and breathed only love and peace, the crisis came.

"While I was hurriedly getting ready to go to the office something occurred to detain me. I was annoyed and spoke sharply to Nora. She answered me in an insolent, taunting manner that always enraged me. Our words grew hotter and hotter and more extravagant. In my anger I applied a shameful epithet to her. "'Coward!' she almost shrieked as she sprang toward me, her face distorted with rage and defiance.

"What devil possessed me I do not know, but quick as a flash I raised my hand and struck her in the face with all the force I could summon. "She was such a slender little woman that she had not the strength to withstand my powerful blow. With a low, heartrending cry she sank to the floor. Almost before she fell my senses returned. I realized what I had done, and falling on my knees beside her took her in my arms, kissed the poor bleeding lips I had so brutally lacerated, and with my tears dropping on her face implored her forgiveness. She seemed completely broken. Her anger was all gone, and there was a startled, grieved look in her eyes that cut me to the heart. "She lay motionless in my arms while I begged her to forgive me. Then she said softly: "'It doesn't matter, dear. It was my fault as much as yours. We will never let it happen again. Now go to work--you are late already.' "She said it so strangely, with such a queer look in her eyes, that I would not consent to leave her. But she insisted, and when she bade me goodby she said, taking my face between her hands and drawing it toward her: 'I love you with all my heart, my darling husband. I will love you for ever and ever. Now goodby.' "What a long day that was! It seemed as if my work never would be finished. My heart was so full of love for Nora.

"I bought a bunch of Jack roses on my way home to remind her of our courtship, when they were the flowers I always brought her. I did not enter the house by the front door, as usual, because I wanted to slip up behind her where she was at work getting dinner and surprise her with the flowers and a kiss.

"Softly I opened the kitchen door. There was no sign of any preparation for dinner--everything was in order. 'Perhaps Nora has cried herself sick,' I said to reassure myself. I went to the bedroom--everything in order there, but the room was empty. Nervously I hur-

ried through every room, looked into every closet, went down cellar, out to the coal shed, up to the attic. I didn't expect to find her in any of those places. I was sure she had gone away, but I must look for her somewhere.

"I went back to the bedroom again and there found the note she had left for me pinned to my pillow.

"Poor little tear stained letter! Here it is, worn in the folds and yellow with age--this is what she wrote:

"Don't think it is because I am angry at what you did this morning that I go. I cannot stay, because I cannot make you happy. You will at least live in peace without me. I love you, my husband, and I always will. Think of

me sometimes and of how much I loved you. But, no; if it makes you sad to think of me, forget me. God bless you. I love you. NORA.

"That was all. It gave no clew. Was she living or dead? "If living, I was determined to find her. I searched for her everywhere, advertised, traveled--all in vain. Nearly three years passed, and not a word had I heard from her. I had almost come to the conclusion that she was dead. During that time it was that my hair turned

white.

"I was working as a reporter on a New York morning paper, gathering news and searching for my wife. "One bitter cold night the last week in January I was sent to report a fire that had broken out in a large tenement house in one of the poorest quarters of the city. The greater part of the building was in flames when I arrived. The firemen saw that it would be useless to try to save it and were directing their efforts to getting out the frightened inmates. I did what I could to assist them in rescuing the poor wretches. "At last, when we thought they were all out the smoke cleared away from a part of the building, and by the light of the flames that leaped up we saw the figures of two women in a window. One of them had a bundle in her arms and was preparing to leap to the ground. I motioned her back. In a moment a fireman moved a ladder to the place ascended and returned with one of the women, a little hunchback. The other, the one with the bundle, clasped it convulsively, tottered and would have fallen to the ground but for the fireman who had just reached her. Quickly he descended, bearing her unconscious form. "'Guess she's about gone. Get a place ready for her, quick! Let me lay her down!' he shouted. "Off came my overcoat, and the fireman laid her on it. "I stooped to see if she was badly burned, and also to see what was in the bundle. A little child about 2 years old, round eyed and frightened, looked at me from the wet, steaming blanket that was wrapped around it. A pretty little thing, I thought as I disengaged it from the blistered arms that clasped it. The woman was badly burned about the body. I drew away the towel that she had around her head and saw--my wife! pale and worn, but still the same features, the same clustering brown curls on her forehead. My wife, given back to me like this! Frantically I called for

help, for a doctor. There happened to be one in the crowd. "He looked at Nora's burns and shook his head. There was no hope. She would probably never open her eyes again, but she did. The great dark eyes looked up at me, and the lips murmured: "'Maudie--baby.'

"I held the baby over her. She smiled faintly and said:

"'Maudie--perhaps--papa--will--Tell him--I always--loved--I'----

"But her eyes closed, and her head fell against my breast. She was dead. "Did she recognize me in those few moments? God only knows. I could not tell. "The crippled girl who was with her in the window, and whom she insisted the fireman rescuing first, told me how she had met Nora in the hospital over two years before, when Maudie was born, of Nora's kindness to her and of her weary struggle for bread, and she it was who found and gave to me her wedding ring and a tiny locket with my picture in it that was fastened around her neck when she died. She had never parted with them, no matter how great her poverty was."--New York Advertiser.

Turkish Women's Progress.

Turkish women having obtained permission to practice as physicians in their own country, they are now beginning to study medicine at various European universities. Three young Turkish ladies, one a daughter of a pasha, have recently arrived in France in order to go through a regular course of medical training at French universities.--Paris Journal. Mr. Coffey and His Grounds. Perhaps the best specimen of wit that has enlivened a Hamilton county court in many a day was that emitted like a flash from John Coffey, the attorney, who has been guilty of a good many things that have disturbed the serenity of bench and bar. Mr. Coffey was counsel in a case which had already been postponed some two or three times at his request. It was before Judge Outcalt. Again, Mr. Coffey asked for a postponement. The court reminded him that it had already been postponed several times at his request. "Have you good grounds for wishing another postponement?" asked the court. "Yes, sir, I have," replied Coffey. "What are they?" asked the court. "Coffey grounds, hour honor." "Coffee grounds?" repeated the judge. "Yes, sir," said John. Then the judge got on his dignity and reminded the lawyer that he was trifling with the court. "Your honor," said Mr. Coffey, "there was a small addition to my family last night, and I submit, your honor, that that is good grounds for asking for a postponement." Did John get it? Well, rather.--Cin-cinatti Times-Star.

Childhood Sayings of an Empress.

The Empress Frederick must have been a deliciously naughty child if all the stories told of her juvenile days are true. Everybody knows the "Good Night, Brown," story, but here are a few others not quite so familiar:

Walking one day in Windsor forest with her daily governess, the princess, then 3 years old, showed a good deal of rather naughty temper. "Look," said the governess, "at that very nice little girl over there. How good she is! How quiet!" "I dare say she may be," re-

torted the little princess; "but, then, I also see she has no daily governess!"

"Shall we meet every one we know in heaven?" she asked another time. "Oh, yes, my dear," was the reply. "Sure-

ly," thoughtfully remarked the child, "not Dr. A. Dr. A, it should be told, was an extremely plain old man. When the Prince of Wales was born, the good news was conveyed to her small highness. "Are you not pleased with your little brother?" it was asked some time later. "Oh, no," was the reply. "I would so much rather have had a pony!"

Snobbish Loyalty.

To those who regard loyalty and snobbishness as the same thing a great opportunity is offered by a West End firm. The circular of these astute tradesmen states that:

"To enable lovers of the beautiful in nature to share the pleasure taken by her majesty in floriculture a few reproductions of a painting representing a group of pansies specially selected for growing in the queen's gardens at Windsor have been made."

The price is only 10s. 6d. For a reproduction of a painting of an ordinary group of pansies this might seem a large figure, but when the pansies are the queen's pansies who would grudge half a guinea for the pleasure of looking at a reproduction of a painting of them?

A clod, a piece of orange peel, an end of a cigar. Once trod on by a princely heel, how beautiful they are!

--Labouchere's Truth.

The Pyramid of Dashur.

M. de Morgan, chief of the antiquities department, claims to have made the discovery of the long sought entrance to the mysterious brick pyramid of Dashur near Sakkara. After numerous borings in the ground surrounding the pyramid he found, 27 feet below the surface, a gallery 230 feet long, cut in the rock and inclining upward toward the pyramid. Fifteen chambers were found containing numerous tombs and sarcophagi of high functionaries, among them the sarcophagus of a queen, all of the twelfth dynasty, over 2,000 years before Christ. It is expected that further researches will reveal the sarcophagus of King Usurtesen III.--London Times.

"Pillar of the Center of Population."

The limestone monument bearing the title used as a headline is located in Decatur county, Ind. The center of the population in the United States, as located by the census of 1890, is in the above named county, 20 miles east of Columbus, one of the cities of Hoosierdom. This is the second time in the history of our country that the center of population has been indicated by marking it with a monument. The first was the spot located by the census of 1810. The "monument," which may still be seen, is simply a flat stone imbedded in the soil 40 miles northwest of Washington, bearing these three words, "Center of Population."--St. Louis Republic.

Sedan Chairs. Sedan chairs are one of the latest innovations in the modern drawing room. They are made of wickerwork, lined with some pretty color and are not so large as the original which suggested them, but more resemble the prosaic gigtop.--Philadelphia Call.

Behind Times. Nervous Passenger--Is the block system in use on this road? Train Boy--Guesso. I just heard the engineer say that the feller that's working us through today is a blockhead.--Good News. During Victoria's reign India has coined £2,000,000 in gold and £206,000,000 in silver.