VOL. XIV.

OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, AUGUST 2, 1894.

NO. 18.

Ocean City Sentinel.

PUBLISHED WEEKLY AT

OCEAN CITY, N. J., BY R. C. ROBINSON, Editor and Proprietor.

$1.00 per year, strictly in advance. $1.50 at end of year.

Restaurants. MARSHALL'S DINING ROOMS FOR LADIES AND GENTS, 1321 MARKET STREET, Three Doors East of City Hall, PHILADELPHIA. STRICTLY TEMPERANCE. MEALS TO ORDER FROM 6 A. M. TO 8 P. M. Good Roast Dinners, with three vegetables, for 25 cents. Turkey or Chicken Dinners 15 cents. Ladies' Room upstairs, with homelike accommodations. PURE SPRING WATER. BAKERY, 601 S. Twenty-Second St. ICE CREAM, ICES, FROZEN FRUITS AND JELLIES. Weddings and Evening Entertainments a specialty. Everything to furnish the table and set free of charge. NOTHING SOLD OR DELIVERED ON SUNDAY.

H. M. Sciple. J. M. Gillespie. H. P. Sayford. H. M. SCIPLE & CO., DEALERS IN Boilers and Engines, Every Size for Every Duty, DUPLEX STEAM PUMPS, Third and Arch Sts., PHILADELPHIA, PA.

WALLACE S. RISLEY, REAL ESTATE AND INSURANCE AGENT, 413 MARKET ST., CAMDEN. Properties for sale and to rent. Money to loan on Mortgage. PETER MURDOCH, DEALER IN COAL and WOOD, Ocean City, N. J. Orders left at 806 Asbury avenue will receive prompt attention. D. S. SAMPSON, DEALER IN Stoves, Heaters, Ranges, PUMPS, SINKS, &C., Cor. Fourth Street and West Avenue, OCEAN CITY, N. J. Tin roofer and sheet-iron worker. All kinds of Stove Casting furnished at short notice. Gasoline 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 SCUFF, (Successor to A. E. Mahan,) THE PIONEER BAKERY, No. 706 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. 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. E. C. WESTON, DENTIST, 7th St., east of Asbury Ave.,

OCEAN CITY, N. J.

Sunday to Monday night until Oct. 1st, and August 4th to 20th.

GAS ADMINISTERED.

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., 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.

Plasterers and Brick-Layesr. 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.

ROBERT FISHER, REAL ESTATE AND Insurance Broker, CONVEVANCER, COMMISSIONER OF DEEDS, AND NOTARY PUBLIC. Agent for the Ætna Like 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 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 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.

An Approved Criticism. Stuart labored under one rather annoying disadvantage while painting a portrait of Washington, a disadvantage which has become historic, and which arose from the circumstance of Washington's ill fitting set of false teeth. As Stuart said, "When I painted him, he had just had a set of false teeth inserted, which accounts for the constrained expression so noticeable about

the mouth and the lower part of the face."

Enough has been made of this, and

more than enough. There is even an

anecdote about Stuart having persuaded his famous sitter to stuff cotton in his mouth while he was being painted. Miss Jane Stuart gives the following amusing account of a narrow escape of her father: "While talking one day with General Lee my father happened to remark that Washington had a tremendous temper, but held it under wonderful con-

trol.

"General Lee breakfasted with the president and Mrs. Washington a few days afterward. "'I saw your portrait the other day,' said the general, 'but Stuart says you have a tremendous temper.' "'Upon my word,' said Mrs. Washington, coloring, 'Mr. Stuart takes a great deal upon himself to make such a remark!' "'But stay, my dear lady,' said General Lee. 'He added that the president had it under wonderful control.' "With something like a smile General Washington remarked, 'He is right.'"--New England Magazine. Novel Tests. Experiments at the Yale psychological laboratory on 1,200 boys and girls from the public schools between the ages of 6 and 17 show that, averaging the various tests, the boys surpass the

girls. In color discrimination the girls are ahead, in weight discrimination the boys, though each sex is equal in the two at the age of 11 years. In quickness of motor ability the boys surpass the girls, though the latter are stronger in endurance.--Exchange.

Kossuth's Legacy.

An interesting puzzle in connection with the recent death of Kossuth is, our Vienna correspondent says, being circulated at Buda-Pesth. The question is, What did Kossuth bequeath to his two sons? Answer--A life from 1802 until 1894. Add these years. The result is the total heritage, which divided equally between them, gives 1848.--London News. Since the dawn of human life Madagascar has been inhabited by at least 12 species of gigantic birds.

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SUPERSTITIOUS TRAVELERS.

A Veteran Passenger Conductor Talks of the Whims of Tourists.

No one but the experienced passenger

conductor knows just how whimsical and cranky the traveling public really

is. A traveler may have some peculiar fad or notion when he is on the road, but he never dreams that there are thousands of others just like him, or perhaps worse. In years of experience the conductor rubs elbows with all sorts of people, and in spite of himself becomes a mind and face reader, who takes a back seat for no one except the pro-

fessional.

"Yes, travelers are superstitious and cranky," said a veteran knight of the punch in response to a query by a reporter. "I think the average passenger conductor deals with more oddities daily than the curio collector of a freak show. As to superstition, I think there is more of it crops out on trains than anywhere else. One day, just as the train was ready to pull out of Chicago,

a well dressed man came out of the

coach on the platform, and in an agi-

tated manner asked me what day it was.

"I told him it was Friday, and with-

out another word he re-entered the coach and in a moment returned with his luggage and by way of explanation stated that he never began a journey

on Friday and would wait until the next morning. That is only a sample. The mooted unlucky 13 is perhaps the

cause of more worry and inconvenience to tourists than any other sign which they deem of ill omen. I have known passengers to begin ad the head of the

train to see if they could find No. 13 anywhere.

"If the engine happened to be 13,

they would resignedly wait for the next

train, and if they succeeded in finding No. 13 on any of the coaches they would hold up their hands in holy horror. I

have seen passengers refuse to ride in a coach which held 13 passengers, and if you will ask any ticket man he will tell you that of all sections in a sleeper 13 is the most difficult to dispose of. "Then aside from the superstition which prevails among the traveling public there are countless passengers who are cranky, and if they lose a chance to kick are in a bad humor for a week afterward. They kick for a seat in the center of the coach; kick because the train goes too slow or too fast; kick because they are in a draft or because it is too hot. And the worst of it all is that when they kick I am the individual who is called up to hear them, as if I were responsible for the whole business. "About the only time when some fellows don't kick is when they are on their honeymoons. Everything goes on as smoothly as if it had been ordered so, but let the same men ride on the same train five years later and the chances are they'll kick themselves into exhaus-

tion."--Pittsburg Post.

Sharing the Burdens.

The keynote of a prosperous and successful existence is justice. It matters little to what condition in life one may turn, this statement applies with equal force to all. It is necessary to share and share alike, so far as one's ability goes, the burdens of existence. To put upon one individual, one class or one nation the responsibilities that should be divided equally among all is one of the surest ways to bring about dissatisfaction and ultimately open revolt. To every man his share of the burden is the only rule that will, for any length of time, hold good, and the only one upon which healthy, steady and permanent prosperity can be established. Philanthropy, benevolence and good will toward men are all very well when defined in the right way, but when these words simply mean that one class or one individual shall take up the responsibiity that of right belongs to another the terms lose their meaning and become only another name for injustice.

—New York Ledger.

Queer Studies. One day, says Henry Bacon in his book on contemporary French art, when I was coming up the Champ Elysees, a cab with the green blind down attracted my attention. It showed that some one was paying 2 francs an hour for the privilege of remaining stationary as long as he might choose to do so. Presently up went the curtain, and there appeared the head of Jean Beraud, the artist. At his invitation I put my head into the miniature studio to see his last picture. His canvas was perched upon the seat in front, his color box beside him, and with the curtain down on one side to keep out the reflection and to hide himself from the prying eyes of passersby he could paint at ease through the opposite window a view of the avenue as a background to a group of figures. Who originated this idea it is hard to say, but for years, since pictures of modern Paris have been so popular, it has been employed by many artists.

A Frequent Query. In an English novel now little read a brother and sister are described as escaping from a schoolroom and hanging over the stair rail to watch the guests at a ball make their way from the dressing room to the drawing room. "Why is it," asks the sister, "that the older and scrawnier they get the more back they show?" Other people besides the small English girl have asked the same question.--Harper's Bazar.

A Strange Discovery in Africa. Unlooked for things have been found in unlikely places, but there has probably been no discovery more remarkable than that of Balzac's dressing gown in the possession of the king of Dahomey. Monarchs are rarely literary, and his dusky majesty, one would think, was the very last of them to have set much value upon the personal relic of a novelist, however distinguished. Nevertheless the French found it in the royal apartment at Abomey. There were some ingenious theories founded upon this circumstance. One of the amazons, it was thought, might have been a novel reader and had sent to Paris to secure the interesting memento, and on the affair coming to the knowledge of her sovereign had hastened to say she had purchased it for his own shoulders, for indeed he always wore it upon state occasions. It was not a dressing gown such as literary persons in this country are wont to wear--of second class flannel worn at the edges--but of purple velvet embroidered with gold. As a matter of fact, it had been given to Balzac by some of his admirers, and after his death had been bought by a dealer in curiosities, who had placed it with other showy articles on the west African market. It is sad to think of how a plain tale will "put down"--that is, destroy --the materials of a fine romance.--London Illustrated News. A Queer Profession. "There are only three men in Chicago in that fellow's line of business," remarked the chatty Wabash avenue barber as he turned to strap the razor. "Oh, he trades in barbers' crank notions, superstitions and whims," the operator continued. "He goes from one shop to another with that little handbag and trades razors, straps, brushes, hones--anything in the tonsorial line. How does he make a living at it? Easy enough! You don't know barbers very well, I guess. Well, some of them buy a razor for, say, $2, and after he's used it awhile makes up his mind that he doesn't like it. So he sells it to this man for $1. This man leaves it on trial with some other barber and gets $4 worth of old razors in exchange, and then he sells one of those old razors to the original purchaser of the $2 razor. He does the same with straps and hones and brushes. Of course he makes money, dresses well, smokes good cigars and works only when he feels like it. There's money in it for the three fellows in the business, but the snap will be overdone as soon as the scheme is better known. Capital necessary to begin? Cheek and acquaintance are all that is necessary. When the razor broker gets a cranky customer who shaves himself and doesn't care what his outfit costs, provided it suits him--why, then he does what any one else would do. He makes the crank pay for his crankiness."--Chicago Tribune.

Facial Expressions. We naturally look at a young face for a prophecy and at an old face for a record. But the materials from which we attempt to inform ourselves are of a very different character in the two classes. In the one case we see a general arrangement of features, which, according to some utterly inscrutable law, accompanies certain traits of mental and moral character. No satisfactory theory has ever been put forward to account for such facts as that human beings with a certain inherited squareness of jaw are always of a tenacious disposition. But when we scrutinize an older face we peruse the linear inscriptions upon its surface as we read a book of which we know the author. Not only do such and such conformations of its lines have a definite meaning, but we can form an opinion as to why and when, if not how, they were written. The caligraphy, [sic] of course, is not uniform in all cases, and there are various complexities about it which may render an exact interpretation a matter of difficulty. Trouble or passion, which in one instance is recorded in bold characters, in another may leave scarcely a visible mark, and it is obvious that a lean face will betray the story of emotional experience more readily than one covered with a mask of fat and smooth skin.--Blackwood's Magazine. A Bridal Joke. Two families were recently greatly disturbed over a telegram. A son and a daughter of these families had married and gone away on a bridal tour of three weeks or a month, as the case may be. Two days after the three weeks were up the bride's parents received a telegram, which read: Have had a row with my husband. Am coming home. KITTY. To say this was not startling would be to say what was not true, and the bride's parents at once hastened to the home of the groom's parents,t only to find there a similar message, except that it read, "Have had a row with my wife." Messages were wired at once, but no replies were received, as the couple had evidently started home immediately after they had sent their communications. Then there followed an anxious waiting, and 36 hours later the happy couple turned up smiling, with the explanation that it was a row on the river they were talking about, and they weren't to blame if the telegraph didn't pronounce words correctly.--Detroit Free Press. A baker estimates that every American will consume two pies a week, and if the statement is correct the American stomach is weekly tortured with 180,000,000 pies.

BETRAYED BY HIS HAND. Lightning's Victim Recognized by the Man Who Had Been Robbed.

Charles E. Thorpe from Oregon, formerly a business man of Philadelphia, called at The Progress office. Said he: "I happened to take a seat in the car just behind a plainly dressed but good looking colored man. There was nothing unusual about that circumstance, however, and I would probably never have noticed whether I sat behind a colored or white man but for a little event of no greater consequence than the colored man's placing his hand upon the back of

the seat in which he sat.

"The train had nearly reached Tuscon when the colored man happened to throw his right arm over the back of the seat, with his hand in plain view, and I was almost thunderstruck at what I saw. I could scarcely believe my eyes and eagerly leaned forward to get a closer look at the hand and be sure that I was not the victim of an optical illusion. I satisfied myself that there was no mistake. The third and fourth fingers of the colored man's hand were as white as a lady's, and a white streak over an inch wide ran along the back of his hand and up his arm as far as I could see.

"I was sure I had seen that hand before.

I went to the front end of the car after a drink of water simply that I might get a look at the man's face. Every doubt was then removed. He was George Waldron, the man who had been my coachman in Philadelphia for over 5 years some 20 years ago. Though I paid him well for his services, in an evil hour he stole over $300 from me and fled to parts unknown. I never made any effort to find him outside of the city and had never seen or heard of him until that day. When I faced him, he recognized me and fairly blushed through his black skin at the recollection of his crime and ingratitude. He told me that he is now living an honest life in Texas, where he has a family and home and a small tract

of land.

"But he has the mark of Cain the whole length of his body," continued Mr. Thorpe, "and he got it while he was working for me. Though I have read stories of similar cases, I don't believe there is another man in the world marked in the same way that Waldron is. My house was on a hill, and he was standing in a barn during a severe thunderstorm, with his right hand uplifted and resting against the side of the building, when lightning struck the barn on the side where he was and passed down his arm and body and through the floor. It burned his clothing wherever it touched his body and tore the shoe from his right foot and threw it nearly across the barn. "Of course the shock knocked him down

and rendered him insensible for a moment, though he suffered no lasting injury. But if there ever was a scared darky he was the one. He was too frightened to pray, and he looks half scared even now. He will always bear on his right side from the tips of his two outside fingers, which were next to the building, to the sole of his foot the white streak which marks the track of that flash of lightning."--Pomona (Cal.) Progress.

A Musical Canine Critic. A wonderful story of a French musical critic is related by persons who profess to have been acquainted with him and to have seen him in attendance on musical performances. He was a dog, and his name in public was Parade. Whether he had a different name at home was never known. At the beginning of the French revolution he went every day to the military parade in front of the Teileries palace. He marched with the musicians, halted with them, lis-

ened knowingly to their performances, and after the parade disappeared, to return promptly at parade time the next day.

Gradually the musicians became attached to this devoted listener. They named him Parade, and one or another of them always invited him to dinner. He accepted the invitations and was a pleasant guest. It was discovered that after dinner he always attended the theater, where he seated him-

self calmly in a corner of the orchestra and listened critically to the music.

If a new piece was played, he noticed it instantly and paid the strictest attention. If the piece had fine, melodious passages, he showed his joy to the best of his doggish ability, but if the piece was ordinary and uninteresting he yawned, stared about the theater and unmistakably expressed his disapproval.--Youth's Companion.

Apt as "the Broomstick Train." It was on the Boston and Lowell railroad on a suburban train that was just showing up for the East Cambridge station. It will be remembered that the Meigs elevated railroad shops and yard are located quite near the station and that for some time past a fine model of the cars has been on exhibition there. It was standing on a single track that is carried over the road beyond, and of course it attracted much attention from the passengers in this particular car. Suddenly a child's voice, shrill and distinct, as all children's voices are when they are saying something especially embarrassing, cried: "Papa, papa, look at the bowlegged horse car!" Any one who has seen the Meigs models and noticed the peculiar angle at which the wheels are set in order to conform to the single rail idea will appreciate the child's apt description. Evidently almost every one in the car had, for the laugh at followed the remark had not subsided when the brakeman shouted: "Next stop, Boston! Boston!"--Boston Herald. A Fifty Years' Tryst. Dr. Nevins tells a very touching story in his "Disorders of the Brain." A patient of his, a young lady engaged to be married, was often visited by her intended husband by the stagecoach, which passed within a mile or two of her house. One day she went to meet him and found instead an old friend, who brought the news of his sudden death. She uttered a frightful scream, "He is dead!" and then all consciousness of her misfortune ceased. "Day by day for 50 years did this poor creature in all [?]sous journey to the spot where she expected to see her lover alight from the coach, and day by day she uttered in a plaintive tone, 'He is not come yet. I will return tomorrow.'" Could anything be sadder than this romance from a doctor's notebook? A portrait of Charlotte Corday as she was being led to trial, sketched by a young artist, has recently been discovered.