VOL. XIV.

OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, JUNE 28, 1894.

NO. 13.

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.

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.

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. 705 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 Resi-

dences fitted up in the best manner. Sanitary Plumbing and 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 met 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 sys-

tem; new electric street railroad; electric lights; new hotels; new cottages; new tenants and new guests; everything is on the jump, and Fisher is rushing the business. Call and see him, and put your money in Ocean City 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, in-

timately 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 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.

Held a Mock "Folk Moot."

The Women's Federated Clubs of Chicago lately held a mock "folk moot," the earliest form of popular council, such as was held in old times to deliber-

ate upon projects, discuss grievances, prepare petitions, etc. Twenty-two clubs were represented. "The Relation of Women to Modern Industrial Condi-

tions" was discussed under five heads--"Domestic Life," "Social Life," "Legal Status," "Political Status" and "Economic Phases." The moot was begun by Miss Marion Talbot of the Uni-

versity of Chicago and ended by Mrs. Alzina P. Stevens, a state factor inspector. Dr. Sarah Hackett Stevenson presided. Many bright speeches were made, including an especially good one by Mrs. Catharine Waugh-McCulloch, humorously pointing the defects of Illi-

nois laws in regard to women. The Chicago Herald says, "The speaking was uniformly noteworthy for good English, good taste and brevity."

Miss Julia Grant.

Miss Julia Grant is a sweet, winsome, gentle girl. The greatest care was taken in her training to keep her soft, lovable and trusting. She had a bonne and an English gentlewoman from the time she left off bibs until she went to Vienna, and then she had private lessons from teachers of noble birth. She never studied arithmetic, grammar, geography or any other branch calculat-

ed to make her strong minded. She got the languages by the natural method and geography from traveling. She studied literature, history, music, paint-

ing and the art of pleasing. And she is pleasing and pretty and captivating until her beautiful and distinguished mamma appears, and then the mother puts the daughter into full eclipse. Young U. S. Grant is spoken of as strikingly like his maternal grandmother, while his sister favors the paternal grandmother.--New York World.

Bishop Potter's Opinion. In a private letter Bishop Potter gives his opinion on woman's suffrage as follows: "If women would move for a limited suffrage, based upon equitable qualifications, it would be a noble undertaking, and if they got it their position as voters would be strong and influential out of all proportion to their numbers, while their very existence would be a standing rebuke to a government which, in conceding to men universally the right of suffrage, has put upon its legislation the enduring stamp of a cheap demagogism." The Chinese claim to have possessed the art of enameling metals from at least 2000 B. C.

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A PORTRAIT. You cannot trace the likeness now, old fellow! I should have had the grace, To die while I looked that way and not ruin My youthful seraph's face!

It looks as if I meant to set forth straightaway To seek the holy grail. Perhaps it did. I only find o'er all things The serpent's deadly trail.

It does seem out of place among the portraits Of frail, fair women here. A halo'd make a fine saint's picture of it? Ah, now, my boy, you jeer!

You're thinking in your heart how many halos Would make a saint of me, Confess, you cannot force yourself to grasp it That I was ever he.

Well, yes, a skull and crossbones would be cheerful Compared with that boy's face. It's the Egyptian's death head at the revels We have up in this place.

I could have given them points, those old Egyptians. I'm sure a man's dead soul Is eerier to have around at banquets Beside the flowing bowl.

Than any grinning skull they ever put there! Confound his living eyes! Drink to him, Jack! We'll give him that much reason For all their shocked surprise. J. E. S. in New York Sun.

IT WAS A DREAM.

Mrs. Warrenton sat in her little blue and white parlor in a beruffled white muslin, her blond hair in a classic knot, her blue eyes filled with well bred ennui and her feet in coquettish blue and white canvas slippers idly prodding the lazy old Maltese tabby lying just out of range of the rocker. Mrs. Warrenton sighed deeply and looked at her guest sideways.

"Good gracious, Bob, you are enough to provoke a saint!" she broke out, with sudden petulance. "If you were anything but the great dull boy that you are," continued his hostess aggrievedly, "you would see that I am dying of stagnation. You're the only interesting person I know, and now you come here and talk about the hot weather and look out of the window

and don't offer an original suggestion or a new idea when I'm fairly verging on intellectual starvation. Do something, say something or go home!"

"The weather is far too warm for much mental energy, but I think if you fanned me for five minutes I might evolve a thought. I'd go home only it's shut up for the summer, and I'm sick of the club, and you are the only available amusement."

Mrs. Warrenton arose majestically, possessed herself of a large palm leaf fan and began fanning the thinker.

"You're sure you're thinking? Don't dare to go to sleep!" she exclaimed as the brows unknitted into peaceful serenity. "Time's up!"

Mr. Vinton unclosed his eyes and sat bolt upright. "You look," he said irrelevantly, "like a Dresden china shepherdess in all those white ruffles and pink ribbon. Put on the big hat with pink roses, and you can play Phyllis."

"Is that all you've thought out?" "No," continued Bob radiantly. "I've thought further. You play Phyllis, and I'll be Strephon, and we'll go to Arcadia."

• • • • • •

"Suppose, Bob, you should tip me over"----

"Strephon, remember, Strephon!" prompted Bob as he paddled slowly into the stream in the red glow of the sunset skies.

"Well, Strephon, then!" and Mrs. Warrenton dabbled her finger tips in the water and forgot to repeat her ques-

tion. "I didn't know the Charles was so beautiful. What's all that green bank and bridges and shady nookery up there?" "Arcadia," said Bob sententiously. Mrs. Warrenton leaned back, nestled her pretty head against the shawls and looked picturesque. Mr. Vinton paddled industriously and gazed straight ahead toward his destination. "You look ever so handsome in your shirt sleeves. I always like men better in their shirt sleeves--they're so much more picturesque. Why don't you paint your next hero in shirt sleeves, pad-

dling a canoe with a pretty girl--that's I, of course," looking sentiment at him.

"Look sentiment at me, Phyllis, and I will," said Bob lightly. "All right, Strephon, but what shall we talk about?" "Do you remember, Phyllis, the afternoon I taught you to skate out on the marshes? And going home in the early dark winter afternoon you slipped on the ice and hurt your ankle and cried--you were only a girl of 12 then--what a pretty girl, though!--and I put my arm around you and helped you home and kissed you a sweetheart kiss in the basement vestibule. That was a good many years ago, Phyllis."

"You were a nice boy, Strephon, but you were always bold," said Mrs. War-

renton. And then she added, with a touch of coquetry, "Would you believe it, I've the valentine you sent me--the one in a box with pink roses and Cupid?"

"I used to think you'd settle down to marrying me when you tired of flirting with Jack Warrenton. That's why I didn't shoot him before he ever married you, Nell"----

"Phyllis, Phyllis," she interrupted, smiling. But he did not smile. "Phyllis, I mean--but my going off to Rome that summer was a fit of pique. You said you didn't care, and when I came back you were married, and I'm sure I've acted like an angel ever since. I wonder if you ever did care?" "I wonder!" murmured Mrs. Warrenton dreamily. "And now," she continued, "you're going to marry that nice little girl of yours down at Newport and be a steadygoing Benedict and never any more spend afternoons in Arcadia with Phyllis." "Fact!" returned Bob a little bitterly, and as a streak of dying sunlight struck across his face through the

branches he seized the paddle viciously and paddled into a little inlet overhung with shade. Mrs. Warrenton leaned over and laid one hand timidly on the brown muscular one still grasping the paddle. "People are never cross in Arcadia," she murmured. "I wish you'd be in earnest," he broke out passionately, "and not treat me as if I were a boy. You're too confoundedly cold blooded. No--well--that doesn't sound pretty--but I mean make believe you're human. You've always kept me at arm's length--just far enough so you could pull at my heartstrings when it amused you"--he broke off suddenly--"I'm a brute."

"No, Strephon, you're a true hearted, hot headed boy, flying off on a tangent one day and repenting the next," said Mrs. Warrenton gently.

"As it is, Phyllis, why don't you offer to be a sister to me?" he suggested whimsically, smiling. "Would you mind if I talked to you about myself a little? Or maybe you won't care to hear. But this is the last time we'll be in Arcadia together, and though it will do no good I wanted you to understand. "If I'd had a mother, maybe I'd be a better man. I don't think you ever knew how much you have done for me, boy and man. I loved you when you were a slip of a girl in short dresses and braids, and I said to myself: 'She is good and pure. I will try to deserve her, and then I will win her.'

"But I didn't win you. That was a hard time with me. I was a little reck-

less afterward, and I drifted into the fast set for a time, but I had my art, and that kept me from forgetting myself entirely. "I have come regularly to you to be teased and smiled at, and you have never seemed to realize what your lightest look or word was to me. "I have been kept from the follies and vices that have tempted me chiefly

by the thought, 'I will not deserve to lose her respect.'

"I used to dream of a life with you as its inspiration. "And so as I find I can never love any other woman, and that my love for you might make me forget all things

else and make you hate me some day, so I have asked a nice little girl to mar-

ry me. She does not want my love particularly, but my income and position, and her family and my family think it a good match. It is an experiment, and I--I am the most unhappy of men."

There was a silence when he had finished speaking--a monotonous silence punctuated with the regular plash of his paddle and echoes of laughter and oar strokes from the rowers abroad on the river.

He guided the boat about a shadowy bit of island and then paddled slowly along the homeward stretch of waters.

"You see, I am a mad fool, Phyllis," he whispered, "but you are so cold, so calm, so far above me, it surely could not hurt you for mere pity to let me dream tonight."

"Strephon," she sighed and touched his sleeve with her finger tips, "wouldn't it be happiness if we could be born again into another sort of world

out of these social tangles and sordid limitations--into a simpler, honester world?

"We've lived too long in this artificial world and grown used to the pate de foie gras, and theater parties, and the symphony, and the society, and Paris gowns, and English tailors, and summers

at Newport, and autumns at Lennox, and the rest ever to go back to primeval Ar-

cadia.

"But if we could, you and I--if we could--I think maybe we could have been old fashioned lovers too. But I'm a woman of the world, and my heart is hard maybe, and I'm frivolous maybe, and I flirted with you to pass the time maybe--but, Strephon, you are a man of the world, too, and I never thought you had a heart." The miles of water were swept back slowly by the paddle. The little bark swept on with the tide; the boathouse was in view in the shadows. Suddenly he put down the paddle. He leaned forward and groped for her hands with his, and as he clasped them the trembling fingers closed on his with an impulse of strength seeking. Bending closely, he saw her face. Her eyes were wet with tears. "Forgive me," he pleaded hoarsely; "forgive me!" "There is so little love in this world that we cannot afford to be thankless for any that is offered. God knows the heart aches for the lack of it," she whispered.

"Once, dear, once for all the years that have been, the years that will be. Kiss me once!"

She shook her head gently; her hands slipped from his grasp. "We have dreamed," she said gently as they reached the shore. "Yes, we have dreamed," he repeat-ed.--Kate Field's Washington.

It is computed that 1,000 cattle give 67 tons of beef and 1,000 sheep 12½ tons of mutton.

ODDS AND ENDS. Dead porcupines make better fuel than wood. The British museum has 733 histories of England, covering every age of growth. February is the month in which the greatest number of births occur; in June the fewest. One of the largest acrostics known was the work of Boccaccio. It was a poem of 50 cantos. Virgil devoted 11 years to his "Ænead" and then deemed it so imperfect at his death that he ordered it to be burned. Here is an incident for a police court novel: A Georgia bunko steerer found that his intended victim was his long lost brother.

Professor Maybridge, the pioneer investigator of animal locomotion by means of instantaneous photographs, will soon turn his attention to the light of insects and birds.

A museum now being built at Leyden, Netherlands, will be the largest in the world next to the British museum. Within its walls space will be provided for 80,000 stuffed birds.

Chicago has a new grain elevator which dwarfs its neighbors. It cost $325,000 and has a capacity of 1,500,000 bushels. It has its own water, light and fire extinguishing system.

"Weel, friends," said a Scottish clergyman recently, "the kirk is urgently in need of siller, and as we have failed to get money honestly we will have to see what a bazaar can do for us." Ex-President William Henry Harrison's grave at North Bend, O., is in a wretched condition. The masonry is decaying, the woodwork has almost rotted away, and the whole place bears a look of desolation.

According to recently published statistics, emanating from the grand chancellery of the Legion of Honor of France, the present number of legionaires on the way roll is 30,895, and the total of the emolutions amounts to 9,666,000 francs.

A dog belonging to John Murray of Manchester, O., wandered away 15 years ago. Not a trace of him was found, and he had long been forgotten until a few days ago, when the animal returned with the wildest demonstrations of pleasure.

A railroad which the Germans have built in Asia Minor, extending from Ismid, a harbor about 60 miles east of Constantinople, east by south 309 miles to Angora, has as little wood in it per-

haps as any in the world. Not only the rails and bridges, but the ties and telegraph poles, are of iron.

Not everybody seems to know that Ellen Terry's first husband was Mr. George Frederic Watts, the eminent and veteran Royal academician, still living and past 70. His superb picture, "Love and Life," he has given to the Ameri-

can people, and it will hang in the White House at Washington.

A Further Impetus.

The woman suffrage movement received a further impetus recently in the passage by the Iowa legislature of a bill giving women the right to vote at municipal or school elections involving an issue of bonds or increase of the tax levy.

This makes three large and adjacent states in that part of the Union--Iowa, Kansas and Colorado--in which women can vote in municipal elections, while in Colorado they can also vote in all other elections. This full right seems likely to be extended them in Kansas when the men vote on the constitution-

al amendment next November. The movement has also made more headway in Massachusetts this year than ever be-

fore since the annual agitation before the legislature began in 1867. A meas-

ure giving women the right to vote in city and town elections has been passed by the house of representatives recently --the first time that such a bill has ever got through one branch--but was rejected by the senate later. The discussion has shown a growing indifference and half heartedness on the part of former opponents, remonstrations from women having nearly ceased.--New York Nation.

How About the Clever Woman? The clever woman! What is to become of that? If you have the interests of humanity at heart, you will try to find out if there is any hope for her, for they say she is multiplying every day at such a rate that her class will soon form a very large percentage of that humanity you profess to study. For my part I feel very sorry for her. Not only has

she been called a "drug on the market"--fancy being called a drug!--but a lot

of other bad names, and only a few

weeks ago the Professional Woman's

league passed a unanimous verdict on her of "unmarriageable!" They broke it

to her gently this way: "The brainy

woman cannot marry a man mentally her inferior. It is the illiterate man who is in the position to marry.--New York Recorder.

A Fuzzie. Mudge--I'm in a peck of trouble. Yabsley--What's the matter? Mudge--Why--er--you know, I have been paying some attention to old Stock-

unland's eldest daughter. I've got an invitation to poker with him tonight, and I don't know whether he'll get mad if I beat him or think I have no business capacity if I let him beat me.--Indianapolis Journal.