OUTLAWRY EAST AND WEST.

Vigorous Reply of a Missouri Editor to an

Alleged Superior.

It is always the joy of a certain class of people to seem scholarly, superior and philosophical. Persons of this sort talk about geographical influences on civilization and spin theories about character and climate. They do not understand these theories, but they think they will startle common people much as the witch tales of the garrulous grandsire scares the children. People who talk about the prevalence of outlawry in the west are of this ilk. Given a little less intelligence, and they would operate a "divining rod" to locate gold; a little less, and they would hunt up "charms" in the dark of the moon to drive away the "roomatiz;" a little less, and they would be voodoo doctors, dispensing snake oil and broth made of black cats' eyes. There are very few removes from the voodoo priest to the piggish simpleton who gibbers about the outlaw-

ry of the west.

There is no more outlawry in the west than there is in the east. It wasn't so very long ago that Oliver Curtis Perry, a New York highwayman, robbed a train and stole an engine on which to make his escape. Just last week a gang of tramps, less than 100 miles from New York, stole a train of Pullman cars and held it 24 hours, and the officers dared not approach to molest them. The Homestead affair happened at the east; the Borden murder and the Christy Warden murder both occurred in a portion of the east that is particularly effete; Mrs. Halliday of Newburg, who killed a mess of summer boarders for breakfast and butchered her husband for tea, is an eastern product. The man who raked $105,000 out of a treasury vault was an eastern man, and Carlyle Harris was of the east eastern. He rolled his "r's," broadened his "a's" and wore a pointed

beard.

The list might be continued indefinitely and the whole west searched for a parallel to any of the horrors of the east. The "outlawry" in the country beyond the Missouri sounds wise, ponderous and scholarly when used on the other side of the Alleghanies, but it will not bear a close inspection. Outlawry has no "pent up Utica," Ithaca, Elmira, Al-

bany, Kings county or Springfield, Mass., to contract its powers. It is as broad in extent as man is depraved.--Kansas City Star.

Pen Picture of Melilla. Upon an irregular square peninsula of ragged limestone rock, less than 15 acres in area, the fort of Melilla stands. From a height of 60 feet to 100 feet and more its grim, gray walls frown upon the dark blue waters. It is a stronghold of approved mediaeval and romancist type; mighty walls, strengthened by many high, round towers, drawbridges, portcullis, profound gateways, dark casements and rock hewn labyrinthian passages and dungeons. Within the devious lines of the fort's walls is built the true Melilla, a town of ups and downs, whose streets are lanes barely wide enough to let a panier laden donkey pass. Without, on still more irregular and uneven ground, an outer and inferior wall incloses probably 20 acres of land given over to a kind of market place by the water's edge and a few shanties and places of business.

The outmost girdle consists of six detached stonebuilt forts. Three are like those at Spithead, and the others are larger works of rectangular shape akin to those on Chatham and Potsdown heights, but of course without the big ditches.

The Spaniards have evidently bestowed care upon all of them, as they are far superior to anything our military authorities thought fit to erect at Suakin. At this moment it is a town crowded beyond all English notions of dangerous over-packing.--London Telegraph.

An Indian Adept and Fortune Teller. Delhi rejoices in the possession of a remarkable fortune teller, whose ex-

ploits, according to a correspondent, are causing much excitement, and it is strange to have to record that the man appears to have the power of second sight or rather to be able to anticipate the questions he is to be asked.

He is either a very clever impostor or a wonderful phenomenon, for he places no restriction on the questions he should be asked, so that from the most important to the most trivial queries are put to him and answered correctly. He discloses the past and reveals the future with equal facility. A native gentleman, well known and respected in Delhi, visited the "Joshti" with the express object of testing his capabilities for thought reading, and on being admitted into the "Joshti's" presence the latter at once said:

"I know what you have come to ask. You wish me to tell you the date and hour of your birth," and, mirabile dictu, the "Joshti" furnished the gentleman with every particular of his birth, giving the correct date and even specifying the hour of the occurrence. To say the least of it, the man does most extraordinary things.--London Globe.

Cerium Salts In Photography.

The photographic properties of cerium salts are beginning to be appreciated and practically applied--that is, it is found that light, under certain circumstances, rapidly reduces the persalts of cerium to the serious condition, and the reaction may form the basis of interesting photographic processes, it is thought.

Gelatinized or highly sized paper is sensitized by a solution of ceric sulphate or nitrate, which colors the paper strongly yellow, and the paper being then exposed under a transparent positive the exposed parts become bleached by the reduction to the serious condition. On now being treated with organic matters which the ceric compounds can oxidize into coloring compounds a positive image is developed on the paper. Thus an acid solution of phenol gives a gray print, aniline salts give green, alpha naphthylamine blue, amido benzoic acid brown. Cerium papers are more sensitive than iron or manganese papers.--New York Sun.

Girls' Skirts.

It is no longer fashionable for growing girls to wear their skirts very short. The correct length when the wearer is between 8 and 12 reaches about five inches below the knees, and when a girl has entered upon her teens the length is increased by gradual degrees.

May Heaven Attend Her!

La belle Americaine has now invaded our streets in full force, drinking ice cream sodas and consoling the disconsolate modistes by her handsome orders.

REBUKING RANK TREASON. Influence of a Gondola Ride Through the Lagoons of the Fair.

The music came softly, sweetly out to the old man and his daughter as they sat half reclining on the luxurious cushions of the gondola, gayly decorated with Japanese lanterns.

The myriad of gay lights from the cornices, from the roofs, from the water's edge, reflected in silver and gold the rip-

ples of the lagoon. High up along the balcony they could see the flaming torches flickering with Roman reminiscence and the white, ghastly faces and dark forms of the people looking down on the beautiful scene, while all around the lagoon, sitting upon the wide rail of the fence, leaning against the statuary or moving about with eager, restless tread, they could see the thousands of sightseers.

In the distance they saw the shimmering, multicolored waters and heard the gurgling murmur of the fountains. The stoical gondoliers dexterously swung the gondola here and there among the gay craft, laden to the water's edge with merry parties of lagoon tourists. Once, in a pause of the orchestral music, there came to one of them the twang of a banjo. Then a happy French song came rippling across the dancing waves.

For a long time they were silent. Then she clasped her fingers, sparkling with diamonds, across the old man's knees and said:

"Papa, I am so happy. I feel so dreamy, so poetical, something Byron or Browning-like. Ah, the Bridge of Sighs and Byron! Oh, I could love Byron tonight, and Venice too. Papa, Browning is buried there."

Possibly the old man thought Browning was one of her old dude lovers; they all looked consumptive; probably he had croaked in Venice. The old man sympathetically sighed.

"If Byron and Browning could have lived to see this, papa, what poetry we would have from them. They never saw anything equal to this."

"Well, I guess there air few towns could beat this show," the old man complacently remarked. "How dreamily poetical Howelle makes Venetian life!" she mused. "It must be something like this. How I should love to live in Venice alway!"

"Do you mean to say you'd rather live in that perennial flood town, Venice, than Chicago?" he sharply interrogated.

"Papa, my life would be a happy dream in Venice."

"Now, look a-here, Maria," he savagely said, "I won't have that bowlegged dude feller of yours prowling round the house any longer. He puts you up to all this moonshine business, and I won't stand any more of this comic opera gondolier business, d'ye hear? I ain't going to be paddled 'round in a canoe by a pair of opera bouffe scullers. We'll land and take an electric or steam launch--something that can get a move on."

He prodded the nearest gondolier with his umbrella and ordered an immediate disembarkation.--Chicago Tribune.

Bicycles In Italy. Judging from the vast number of swift running machines to be seen on its streets, Florence bids fair to merge the time honored "City of Flowers" in the less romantic but equally well merited title "City of Wheels." To the bicyclist the advantages of such a city are mani-

fold, and although barely three years ago the novel vehicle excited a commotion in the streets today Florence may be called the bicycle city of the continent.

Many of the bicyclists are young sprigs of Florentine nobility, many are busi-

ness men who feel the need of much exercise in a little time, but far, far more than both of these classes together are shopboys, who spend every spare franc and most of their spare moments in bicycling. One can but rejoice at their fad, for truly the way of the shopboy is hard and his pleasures few. In Italy such life means long hours of work and very meager pay, which is mostly spent on dress, for who wants a shabby, un-

tidy clerk? Oh, that some philanthropic soul would bequeath a hundred or so bicycles for the use of Florentine shopboys! It would be a slight improvement on the legacy for the maintenance of stray and homeless felines, which was the result of an English woman's observation in Italy.--Boston Transcript.

Mrs. Peary's Sewing Machine. In the good ship Falcoln, which has sailed away to carry a band of intrepid voyagers up into the frozen regions, was noticed as a part of its cargo a sewing machine. Mrs. Peary has told of the prize which a needle proved to the Eskimo women, and how on her previous voyage one of them unprovided with such a treasure came and asked for one of them, offering her child in exchange.

The Eskimo wears her bone needle in a case hung from her neck, and the mar-

velous steel ones which "this woman from the south," as they call Mrs. Peary, brought up were almost too precious to be carried in any way, but new cases were made, the cords strengthened, and these, too, were worn scapula fashion against the skin.

What the sharp eyed little creatures will say to the sewing machine when they see it reeling off the seams of the skins, which they so laboriously accomplish, will be interesting to hear about.--New York Times.

How Do You Perspire? The greetings of the diverse people on the Midway plaisance at the Columbian exposition are said to be deeply interesting to those who are sufficiently acquainted with the languages to under-

stand them. But the Egyptian's is the salutation which appeals most strongly to the broiled sightseer in this cosmopoli-

tan reservation. He anxiously inquires, "How do you perspire?" There is a wonderful affinity between this greeting from the land of the Nile and the crocodile and the familiar question put by Americans, from the Atlantic to the Pacific and from lakes to the gulf, "Is it hot enough for you?"--Pittsburg Chronicle-Telegraph.

A Boston Worker.

A Boston lady has embarked in a multifarious occupation. In the four corners of her cards are inscribed, in the upper left hand, "Solicitor of insurance," in the upper right hand, "Kirmess manager," in the lower left, "Rubber coats and cloaks to measure," and in the lower right, "Bicycles to order, any style."

Try equal parts of ammonia and turpentine for removing paint, then wash in suds.

PRAISE FOR THE WEATHER CAST. His Predictions Are More Accurate Than Is Commonly Supposed. The weather forecasts are sometimes complained of as being not very accurate. But it appears from the annual report of the meteorological council just issued that the failures are not so numer-

ous as is generally supposed. A summary of results shows the percentage to have been as follows: Complete success, 46; partial success, 33; partial failure, 14; total failure, 7. This gives a total percentage of success of 70, which in a climate so variable as ours must be regarded as a very fair average.

We have on former occasions referred to the facilities afforded by the meteoro-

logical offices for inquiries about the weather. Any person applying at the office between 11 a. m. and 8 p. m. on week days and between 7 p. m. and 8 p. m. on Sundays can be supplied in writing, with the latest information in the possession of the office and with the latest forecast issued for any specified district on payment of a shilling for each inquiry. Application may also be

made by letter, enclosing 13 pence in stamps if the reply is to be by post, and a shilling in stamps, in addition to the cost of the reply (consisting of 10 words, exclusive of the address), if the reply is to be by telegraph.

Any person may obtain by telegraph from the meteorological office the latest information as to the weather in any district of the United Kingdom by pay-

ment of a fee of a shilling in addition to the cost of a telegram and reply to any post office. The telegram containing the inquiry must be addressed as follows:

"To Weather, London." The payment for the reply should be for at least 10 words in addition to the address. Application may also be made for similar information to be sent either by telegraph or post on some future specified day.--Westminster Gazette.

American Champagne.

At a banquet in this city, given in one of the popular restaurants, a half pint bottle of champagne was set beside each plate. It bore a French label, but not such a label as those who drink champagne are accustomed to see.

"What kind of wine is this?" asked one who could with difficulty tell the difference between champagne and bottled crab apple cider of a gentleman across the table who has a right to have such a question put to him. "That's what puzzles me," and he read the French label with an English pronunciation. "I never saw that brand

before. It is evidently some new mild champagne, adapted to the use of those who would get heady on heavier wine, drinking it a glass at a time because it has a pleasant taste."

Nothing more was said, but the inquisitive person pushed his inquiries in another direction, a few days later, and was told that the champagne was made in Ohio--a pure article, and a mild and palatable one, but it was necessary to have French labels on the bottles to make it salable.

And yet all the speeches on that occasion were full of American ardor. The American bird's plumage was extolled as the finest in the world, but the American wine had to be palmed off with a foreign name.--Indianapolis Journal.

A Spirit Bell.

"There is a spirit bell in Arizona that is almost universally believed in," said W. H. Johnson of Tombstone. "It is about 40 or 50 miles from Tucson, at a convent which was formerly a monas-

tery. It is one of the oldest cathedrals and convents in the United States, hav-

ing been built long before Arizona was a part of the country. The story goes that there were originally seven silver bells, but one night some sacrilegious person stole one of them.

"At midnight these chimes are rung and the seven bells can be distinctly heard. One of them, however, is separate from the others, and where they are silent it keeps up its musical tones as it passes down from the tower and through the cathedral. Upon some holy days a spirit monk can be seen carrying the bell away from the tower, but at other times no one can be seen. The chimes are rung at other hours, but there are but six bells, and an inspection of the tower discloses but six. The convent is visited by almost every tourist who comes to Arizona, but none of them has ever solved the mystery of the spirit bell."--St. Louis Globe-Democrat.

Forced Draft.

Our cruisers doubtless have as high a rate of speed as those of Great Britain. There is no reason to suppose that the result of the speed trials as given are not exact. Yet only a novice will have the idea that they will represent the normal speed on the high seas. Contractors take care that nothing is omitted to make the speed all that is possible, with bottoms perfectly clean, picked coal and the employment of the most expert firemen, with forced draft.t It is will known that considerable repairs are frequent after speed trials, from taxing the machinery and boilers to their utmost, and perhaps injuries result that do not come to light for some time.

A forced draft is so destructive to boilers when inexperienced firemen are employed that only a few hours' [?]-

ing may seriously impair them. Captain Evans stated that when in command of the Baltimore in the Behring sea he ordered a forced draft in order to overtake a vessel before dark. As a result the boilers had 500 leaky tubes.--North American Review.

Precise Information For Poets.

This stanza occurs in one of Mr. Rudyard Kipling's recent bits of verse:

This is the horrible story Told as the twilight fails, As the monkeys walk together Holding each other's tails.

Poets should conserve the purity and elegance of a language. Mr. Kipling commits a grave error in representing the monkeys as "holding each other's tails," when presumably he means "holding one another's tails." Do you not regard this as a serious blow to our language? PEDAGOGUE.

That depends. Maybe there were but two monkeys. In that case the poet is correct. If there were more than two, the poet should have said "holding one another's tails," unless in sooth the poet, recognizing the demands of rhythm, chose to avail himself of that license which is accorded to poets in the construction of their wares.

In prosaic life monkeys, if outnumbering two, cannot carry each other's tails, but must carry one another's tails. In the realm of poesy, however, monkeys--no matter how many there may be of them--are privileged to carry "each other's tails" in full of all demand of rhyme and rhythm without recourse to the reason or benefit of clergy.--Chicago Record.

DIDN'T KNOW HIM. But the Next Time He Calls He Will Be Admitted Without Question.

The next time the janitor of the Bidston (England) observatory meets the famous Cambridge (Mass.) builder of telescopes he will recognize him instantly.

Mounted on one of the massive piers against which the 18 foot tide of the river Mersey flows in and out twice every 24 hours stands a piece of artillery whose duty it is to set the time for the busy English seaport with a rattling discharge each day at 1 o'clock. To strangers hovering about the docks for the first time the gun is something of a mystery, for, though the loading of it is done in plain sight of everybody, no one save the initiated knows how it is discharged.

The piece is really fired by electricity, and if any curious spectator of the explosion could trace the wires throughout their underground path his eye would follow them for miles until they reached the Bidston ridge, where the highest point on the Cheshire side of the river is dominated by the graceful dome of an observatory.

The presiding officer of this establishment is the official astronomer of the Mersey docks and harbor board, and much of the work of the observatory runs to the correction and adjustment

of ships' chronometers in the interest of mariners entering and leaving the port of Liverpool. But the place also has an astronomical interest, and being possessed of a fine equatorial telescope is somewhat of an attraction for visitors.

Not many weeks ago a travel stained tourist from transatlantic parts toiled up the heights leading to Bidston observatory and at the gate of the inclosure presented his card. The janitor first glanced at the pasteboard and then directed upon the visitor a stony stare of the true British type.

"Can't let you in," said he. "lots of people come here all the year round, but we never let 'em in. It's against the rules."

"But perhaps," said the traveler modestly, "if you were to show that card the director might admit me."

"Not a bit of it," said the other. "He treats 'em all alike."

"I am an American," the visitor ventured to add, "and--no."

"Oh, what difference does that make?" "Well, you know, I've come a long way to see the director, and perhaps he might want to see me." "Why," retorted the janitor, "that's just what lots of 'em say." "Now, look here, my man," said the traveler, beginning to lose patience, "take that card right to him, and I'll wait here till you return."

"Well," said the other, "I'll take the card, but it'll not be a bit of use." "We shall see," was the visitor's quiet response.

In a moment the man returned, bringing his own profuse apologies and a hearty welcome to the observatory.

The name on the card was one that would have admitted the bearer to any observatory in the world. It was that of the famous telescope maker, Alvan G. Clark of Cambridge."--Boston Herald.

A Life That Is Hard on Gloves.

Gloves figure largely in the list of necessary expenditures by the wives of the cabinet officers, as upon each official entertainment when they, with the president and his wife, constitute the receiving party a pair of white gloves must be sacrificed. The fact that the function is a card reception does not lessen the certainty that the glove worn on the

right hand, which is extended to the passing stream of guests, becomes, before the close of the evening, so soiled that no future effort at cleansing is of the slightest avail. The glove on the left hand, of course, remains spotless.

Mrs. Cleveland never wears a glove on her right hand at receptions, as her experience during her first occupancy of the executive mansion taught her that by doing so she avoided the intense pain that invariably followed a great amount of handshaking when the glove was kept on. Mrs. Harrison was compelled to altogether omit handshaking on ac-

count of the condition of her hands, which were at times so swollen with rheumatism as to make the slightest pressure a matter of positive agony.

All things considered, it would seem the most sensible thing to omit entirely the handshaking feature of public and card receptions at the White House.--Kate Field's Washington.

Opening the Doors. The action of the University club of Boston in promising admission to women to a new set of apartments which it is planning to build is for this club a radical one. By it the number of men's clubs in Boston that have granted privileges of this sort to women is increased to three, all old and conservative ones. In New York there are at least seven prominent men's clubs that offer club accommodation to their friends of the other sex, one of these, the Cloister, making the presence of women at its Sunday evening dinners an especial feature. Throughout the country the club element has participated more or less in this movement, a few even of the conservative close communion London clubs having yielded with the rest to its advance.

A Collecting Fad.

Collections are a present day fad. One eccentric young women has one of the oddest fancies, which is that of collect-

ing wishbones. She has a vast assortment strung about her own room and any number of others put away in boxes.

Among them are those of particularly large and particularly small birds, in-

cluding one of a humming bird. There might be easily prettier ideas than this. One girl, who spends much of her time abroad, is making a study of silver boxes. Another buys brocades, and still another odd and beautiful lamps. All these serve some after purposes of beautifying, but the wishbones are only queer.--Philadelphia Press.

Among negroes in the south the "old aunties" say that burned shoe soles and feathers are good to cure a cold in the head, and parched shoes and hog hoofs are a good mixture for coughs.

In Madagascar a dissatisfied husband has only to give his wife a piece of [?] and say, "Madam, I thank you," and according to the laws of Madagascar he is divorced straightaway.

Frozen meat is now transported from [?] to Europe to good advantage. Frozen mutton takes the much longer trip from Australia.

ODDS AND ENDS. The jewels owned by the women of the Astor family exceed $3,000,000. The most extensive mines are those of Saxony. The galleries have 123 miles of length.

Roman ladies carried at their girdles bunches of metal ornaments, purses, keys and looking glasses.

It is estimated that six tons of baking powder are daily used in this country in the manufacture of the stuff of life.

According to Mulball, a Frenchman eats every year 549 pounds of bread, 127 of meat and drinks 35 gallons of wine and five of beer. We produce every year 2,100,000 tons of beef, 810,000 of mutton and 2,190,000 of pork, the greater part of which goes down our own throats.

Two counties in California have over 50,000 beehives and export 6,000,000 pounds of honey, besides 300,000 pounds of comb and 20,000 pounds of wax.

Within the past century 443,000 patents have been issued in the United States, and seven-eighths of the business of this nation is done by use of these inventions. There are two kinds of unhappy people in the world: Those who are sad because they are not known, and those who are miserable because they are known too well. A remarkable archaeological discovery is announced from Texas. In excavating the old Roman walls close to the Moselle a complete Roman pottery establishment was discovered.

Professor Dolley of the University of Pennsylvania has discovered that the thyrsus carried by Bacchus was the flowering cluster of the date palm, not a fir or pine cone as usually translated. A museum founded in Berlin by William I is intended solely for the reception of royal garters. Garters from the limbs of all the princesses that have been married in Europe since 1817 have been found in this unique collection. A dentist at Birmingham, England, was [?] in $250 damages for the extraction of the whole of the teeth of a married woman. She only asked him to extract one tooth. Previous to the op-

eration, she testified, she could eat a crust or pick a bone with any one.

Sparrows Fired the Building. A pair of English sparrows who built their untidy nest in a cornice of the Girls' high school were the indirect causes of some excitement and of a fire, about which the bright faced pupils will outchatter the sparrows for days to come. The damage was small, but that was not because of the good intentions

of the feathered interlopers. For aught any one knows, they may have wished to burn down the whole building, the housekeeping season being over with them and they little better than feathered vagrants.

How they managed to fire the building is not very clear. Professor Bartholomew thinks they carried a match in the nest just as they pick up all sorts of oth-

er trifles; that it got very dry and was ignited in some mysterious way. The woodwork of the cornice was easily set in flames, but it never got much of a start. The fire was discovered by Miss Olive Catlin, one of the teachers. She

informed Professor Bartholomew, who at once ran upstairs and threw a bucket of water on the blaze.--Louisville Courier-Journal.

Professional Jealousy. "Talk about professional jealousy," said a young woman who can dance a minuet like her great-grandmother. "Why, it makes me feel old when I think of it.

"I appeared once at a benefit matinee performance, for which I had rehearsed two whole weeks. The only chance I got to get in front was in the minuet, which

was to be such a feature that an encore was expected. A few days before the performance we were taught the encore.

The woman who was to take the leading female part happened to come in.

"'What's this? What's this?' she yelled.

"'The encore for the minuet dancers,' answered the dancing teacher.

"'Encore for the minuet? she repeated. 'The minuet gets no encore here, and I

want that understood. If these fools in the orchestra chairs encore that dance, I want all of you dancers to go down in your dressing rooms. If there's any en-

cores here your good old Aunt Mary'--tapping herself on the chest--'will take them all--see?'

"We saw and said nothing."--New York Herald.

A Studio Trick.

In the corner of an artist's studio in this city is an ingenious arrangement of screens, upon one of which, over an aper-

ture about the size of a face, is an inscription, "Likenesses taken instantaneously." The innocent visitor peeks through the hole and is astonished to behold an exact likeness of himself as a humpbacked jailer in a scarlet coat, operating a prison door. The secret of

this effect is simple. The jailer is a life-size painting strongly rendered. The place for the face is cut out and a mirror inserted reflecting the features of the spectator. The conception of this amusing fantasy is not entirely original.

It was imported from the studio of Wiertz, the Belgian artist.--Philadelphia Record.

Another End. He--And is it absolutely necessary that I should speak to your father? She--Of course! He is the head of the family, you know.

He (gloomily)--It isn't the head of the family that I'm afraid of. It's the foot.--Truth.

Y. CORSON,

REAL ESTATE AGENT, AND LICENSED AUCTIONEER,

No. 721 Asbury Avenue,

OCEAN CITY, N. J.

Properties for sale. Boarding Houses and Cottages for Rent in all parts of the city. Correspondence solicited.

W. L. DOGULAS $3 SHOE IS THE BEST. NO SQUEAKING.

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Note the Cut in Prices of FALL AND WINTER CLOTHING At M. MENDEL'S 1625 ATLANTIC AVENUE, ATLANTIC CITY, N. J.

The Tariff Bill which lately became a law has knocked the bottom out of prices, and the purchaser can now secure reliable goods at our house at ruinously low figures. Investigate for yourselves.

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WM. LAKE, C. E., REAL ESTATE AGENT, Surveying, Conveyancing, Commissioner of Deeds, Notary Public, Master in Chancery. Sec'y Ocean City Building and Loan Association.

Lots for Sale or Exchange. Houses to rent, furnished or unfurnished. Deeds, Bonds, Mort-

gages, Wills and Contracts carefully drawn. Abstracts of titles carefully prepared. Experience of more than twenty-five years. Office--Sixth Street and Asbury Avenue. P. O. Box 825. WM. LAKE.

E. B. LAKE,

SUPERINTENDENT OF

OCEAN CITY ASSOCIATION

From its Organization, and also

REAL ESTATE AGENT

Having thousands of Building Lots for sale at various prices, Some very Cheap and located in all parts of Ocean City.

Now is the time to buy property before the second railroad comes, as then property will greatly advance.

I have a good many Inquiries for Property between 6th and 12th streets. Any one having property for sale might do

well to give me their prices.

All persons desiring to Buy, or Sell, or Exchange property, would do well before closing any transaction to call on or address E. B. LAKE, Association Office, No. 601 Asbury Ave., Ocean City, N. J.

DESIRABLE

COTTAGES

FOR SALE OR RENT.

If you intend visiting the seashore the coming season, call on or write

R. CURTIS ROBINSON, REAL ESTATE

AND

INSURANCE AGENT, 744 ASBURY AVENUE, OCEAN CITY, N. J.,

who has on hand a number of desirable furnished and unfurnished cottages. Full information given on application.

Building lots for sale in every section of the city.

Insurance written by first class companies. Come and see me before insuring elsewhere.

Money to loan on Bond and Mortgage on Improved Property.