VOL. XIV.

OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 13, 1894.

NO. 24.

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. No. 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, 35 cents. Ladies' Room up-stairs with homelike accommodations. PURE SPRING WATER. OPEN ALL NIGHT.

BAKERY, 601 South Twenty-second Street. 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. Gas-

oline Stoves a specialty. All work guaranteed as represented.

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. 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.

McCLURE, HERITAGE & CO., Successors to Finnerty, McClure & Co., DRUGGISTS AND CHEMISTS 112 Market Street, Philadelphia. Dealers in Pure Drugs, Chemicals, Patent Medicines, Paints, Oils, etc.

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. 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. Saturday to Monday Night until Oct. 1st, and August 4th to 20th. GAS ADMINISTERED. DR. CHAS E. EDWARDS, DENTIST, Room 12, Haseltine Building, Take Elevator. 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.

Y. CORSON, DEALER IN FLOUR AND FEED, No. 721 Asbury Avenue, OCEAN CITY, N. J. 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-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.

ROBERT FISHER, REAL ESTATE AND Insurance Broker, CONVEYANCER, COMMISSIONER OF DEEDS, AND NOTARY PUBLIC. Agent for the Aetna Life Insurance Company, of Hartford, Connecticut, and some of the oldest and best Fire Insurance Companies of America.

What's the matter with Ocean City? She's booming, that's all. New water supply system; new electric street railroad; electric lights; new hotels; new cottages; new tenants and new guests; 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 extensive and influential connections, he has superior advantages in bringing those who have properties to rent and those who require them to-

gether, 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. Occa-

sionally 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.

Settling a Question of Age.

There had been a golden wedding in the neighborhood the evening before, and the children had been amicably discussing the festivities of the occasion as handed down to them in the recitals of their older brothers and sisters. Suddenly there was the confused sound of a long and eager argument, and the mother quietly stepped to the window, thinking that if the quarrel on the piazza grew too serious she must interfere. This is what she heard: "They don't have to wait until they are 75, 'cause grandma and grandpa didn't till they were ever so old." This was a poser, but after an instant's hesitation the other disputant continued: "Well, my father's a lot older than your father anyhow." "My papa said the other day when I asked him that he and your papa were about the same age--so" (this convinc-

ingly).

"I don't care. He's ever so much older." "How d' you know?" "Why, by the ages of us children of course. There's John, he's 18; there's Jesse, 16; there's Ralph, 13, and Emily, 9, and Jimmy, 6. There, how many years old does that make?" "Sixty-two," triumphantly announced one of the children of the winning side. "Didn't I tell you so?" "Now reckon up how old my papa is," said the eldest of their crestfallen opponents. "I'm 13, Bess is 11, Marion is 9 and Edie is 6." "Goin on 7," corrected one of the younger children, with the assertive truthfulness of childhood. "Now you see that only makes your papa 39, not half as old as ours!" "Hooray!" cried little Jimmie of the victorious family, turning almost continnuous somersaults in his delight. "My papa's the oldest! My papa's the oldest, and he's had his golden wedding long ago, and yours can't have one for ever so many years more!"--Boston Herald. What the Girls Will Do. Out of a class of eight young women graduated at Barnard college in June, only two have studied with the intention of teaching. Of the 116 taking their degrees at Smith's college, 50 are to teach. Many of the 113 graduates at Wellesley, Mass., and one-fourth of the class at Bryn Mawr will also teach. The normal class of domestic science at Pratt's institute has already found positions for its graduates, one of whom is to teach cookery in a large reform school for girls and to see that nutritious diet is provided for her pupils.

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TO MIDIA.

In that dear country which men call, With somber phrase, "your pretty face," There is no spring, there is no fall, And biting winter finds no place. One light, one warmth, one tender air, One endless summer harbors there. In that dear country, side by side, There be two placid lakes that sleep, 'Twere worth a kingdom to divide Each gay, unfathomable deep. And daring all these things to possess The secrets of your soul's recess. In other lands 'tis passing sweet To watch the whispering western wind Go ruffling all the whitened wheat Nor leave the tiniest track behind,

To see the wanton wavelets rear Their crests along the grassy mere.

So does the zephyr of your smile Lead on its fairy footed dance From end to end of that dear isle And dimples all the fair expanse, And stoops its course and floats and flies In ripples o'er your laughing eyes. --Pall Mall Budget.

A CHANGED CRITIC. Mr. Aubrey Everdene looked out upon Sackville street and yawned. Only an instant before he had written "finis" to a magazine article with a dash of the pen across the last sheet, and now the MSS lay ready for the post among the debris of printer's proofs, new novels awaiting review, etc., with which the writing table was strewed. One of the best known litterateurs in London and a brilliant conversationist, his tongue could be as scathing as his pen, and it was said of him, with regard to the latter weapon of warfare, that in half a dozen polished sentences he could do more toward damning a book than any two of his compeers. A big, loosely made man was Mr. Everdene, with shrewd gray eyes and the pessimism of a modern. Studying his face as he lounged by the window, his hands in the pockets of his smoking jacket, one could see that he had a lively sense of humor combined with his other characteristics and understood the interest his personality aroused. Presently a servant brought him a visiting card on a salver. "The lady would be obliged if you would grant her an interview, sir." "Lady Hilyard," muttered Everdene, reading the inscription. "I can't recall the name. Bother the woman! What does she want? However, ask her to

come up, Blake."

When she entered, a fair, elegant woman of perhaps 25, in an irreproachable Parisian toilet, he was still more convinced that he had not the privilege of her acquaintance. "Mr. Aubrey Everdene?" she queried. Mr. Everdene bowed. "Pray take a seat, madame." "No," she said. "I have come to quarrel with you, and I don't sit down in the houses of my enemies!" "To quarrel with me!" His eyebrows went up. The thought came to him that his visitor was not in her right mind. "Yes. Perhaps I had better explain myself at once. I am the author of 'Fashion and Footlights.'" Mr. Everdene, standing perforce because she would, pulled his mustache, while the fair stranger tapped her No. 3 shoe on the carpet with impatience and looked pitchforks and daggers. "'Fashion and Footlights,'" he reflected aloud. "'Fashion and Foot-

lights.' Ha!"

Comprehension stole over his face and with it a slight amusement. He fished among a pile of volumes and brought out three bound with an elegance destined to win the hearts of suburban cir-

culating libraries.

"Here it is. Reviewed it in The Centurion, didn't I?" "No," she said, "you hanged and

quartered it!"

"I am sorry. May I ask how you found out that I was the culprit?" "Oh, by accident. It's a long story and unimportant, since you don't deny the imputation. Now, Mr. Everdene, I know it is very impertinent of me, a stranger, to come to your private address and worry you. I am doing a very unusual thing, I am afraid, and Mrs. Grundy would be horrified. But 'fools rush in,' you know, and widows are privileged. You must have a little patience with me because"--for the first time her lips relaxed, and she smiled a smile that was sweetness itself--"well, just because I'm a woman and you're a gentleman. Acknowledge the truth, now, on your honor. Don't you think you were unnecessarily harsh to my

poor little literary effort?"

"No," he said bluntly; "I always give my true opinion of things, and I consider your book had many faults." If she had been a man, he would have said, "I thought it was ---- bad," with

the brusqueness of conviction and prob-

ably declined to discuss the matter, but to a lady it was impossible to be rude. He regarded her absurdly unconventional presence with a tolerant kindness. "Of course, I admit that there are faults, but upon one or two points in your criticism I cannot agree with you. I should very much like to discuss them

with you. May I?"

"Certainly." His mouth was twitching under his heavy mustache. "But don't you think, pending the verdict, that you had better sit down? You will be fatigued. If you'll permit me to wheel this armchair nearer the fire for

you--so!"

Having carefully arranged it so that she should face the light, he seated himself opposite her--the A. B. C. of diplomacy, but she did not appear to notice it. She was drawing arabesques on

the carpet with the point of her ivory handled umbrella. "I should very much like to know," she said, "what you think of my coming here?" "I think you are plucky--yes, and recklessly unconventional." "Candid, at any rate! And I like that." She looked up. "Now for the first indictment on the list, Mr. Everdene. You accuse me of improbability. I deny it." His manner bordered on preoccupation. In truth, he was thinking what wonderful lashes she had, and how becoming a flush of excitement could be to a clear, pale skin. "You assert," she continued warmly, "that it is ridiculous to suppose that a man and woman of the world could fall in love at first sight, as I make my hero and heroine do, and that such proceedings are limited to boys and girls in their teens and the pages of penny notion. I should have thought that Mr. Aubrey Everdene would have shown wider sympathies." "Then you really believe, Lady Hilyard, that adult, sensible people conceive such abrupt attachments?" "I am convinced that it happens frequently." "Oh, come, not frequently!" "Well, sometimes," she amended. "I could give you a dozen instances." He lacked the heart to argue with her. It would have been like breaking a butterfly on a wheel. And, after all, there might be more sentiment in fin de siecle humanity than he thought. Women have wonderful intuition in these matters. "Well, suppose we let that slide for the moment and proceed to indictment No. 2. What other phrase of mine do you take exception to?" "You said that I had not the remotest idea of construction, and that 'Fashion and Footlights' was evidently a specimen of that objectionable class of fiction which you regretted to see was growing so prevalent--the amateur novel, born of vanity and a lack of wholesome occupation.

Her voice died away with a tremor. He had only stated the truth, but that fact did not prevent the speechless Mr. Everdene from feeling as if he had committed a particularly brutal murder and the ghost of the victim had come to arraign him before all the people whose opinions he valued most. "I--I cried," she murmured pathetic-

ally.

Her lips quivered. Beads of perspiration rose to the man's forehead. "Good heavens, if I had only guessed how much I should hurt you! It was harsh, monstrous. No doubt I was in a bad temper, and your unfortunate book was the first thing that afforded me an opportunity to vent my spleen." Lady Hilyard applied six square inches of cambric and lace to the corner of an eyelid. "If you'll only believe me, my d ear Lady Hilyard, when I tell you that I'm sorrier than I can say." "Then you acknowledge that you were needlessly cruel?" "I was brutal." He would have committed blacker perjury as she wiped that tear away. "And that I had just cause for indignation?" "You were perfectly right." A smile broke like April sunshine over her face. "In that case, I suppose I must forgive you." He was ridiculously grateful. He heaved a sigh of relief and hesitated, with his hand on the bottom of the elec-

tric bell.

"Lady Hilyard, you know the Arab custom of taking salt with one's friends? As a token of good will permit me to give you the prosaic English equivalent of a cup of tea." The offer was tempting, the room was hot, and she had talked a great deal. She yielded--and more. When the refreshments came, accompanied by wonderful sweetmeats from Bond street round the corner, she asked permission to pour it out for him with a winning graciousness which charmed him. It afforded him an odd sense of pleasure, too, to see her white fingers moving about the china. He was unaccustomed to the presence of women in his home. With the Japanese table between them, them [sic] chatted for awhile, and then the clock on the mantelpiece struck 6. She rose, with a pretty gesture of dismay, like a second Cinderella. "Do you know, Mr. Everdene, that I have been a whole hour wasting your valua-

ble time?"

"I thought it had been 10 minutes," he answered, "and the pleasantest time

of my life."

"Very pretty!" she said, blushing faintly. "And, in return for it, let me

tell you my address is on my card, and that my 'day' is Thursday. Also I must

thank you heartily for your kindness and courtesy to an impertinent intruder. Very few men would have been

so considerate."

"Please don't thank me. It is I who owe you a debt of gratitude. You have taught me something I never expected

to learn." "What?"

"That the conduct of your hero and heroine was not improbable at all. Their eyes met. The woman's dropped, self conscious, pleased. "You really mean that?" "On my soul, I do." The most delicious softness was in her voice.

"It makes me so proud and happy to think I have convinced you."

There was a silence. She smoothed a wrinkle in her suede glove. He twisted a button on his coat. Then she aroused herself, with a little laugh, and extended her hand.

"Well, goodby, Mr. Everdene, and once more, thank you."

He pressed her fingers ever so lightly--her proselyte. "Not 'goodby,'" he murmured. "Au revoir."--Black and White.

A Fit With Every Drink. "Yes, that's fair whisky," said Colonel Bill Avershine as he threw his black slouch on the bar, "but it ain't nuthin like what we're used to out in the western country. "They serve nose paint out in my camp in Arizona that is strong enough to walk alone. Let me tell you how I was introduced to it and its virtues. "I wasn't a tenderfoot exactly, but I was new to the camp," he said. "I walked up to the bar, ordered whisky and planked down my dust. The barkeeper set out a big black bottle and a thick bottomed glass. Beside the bottle on the bar he carefully laid a new whisk broom. That stuck me. I didn't know whether it was a new coupon scheme or a suggestion to me that my clothes needed dusting. At any rate, I was not going to play the tenderfoot, so I simply waited to see how the next customer would fare. "He happened to be a big and tough looking cowboy. He put down a goldpiece and ordered whisky in a tone of

voice at once expressive and terrifying. The barkeeper obeyed his command, and I was glad to see that a whisk broom was handed over the bar with his drink. "The cowboy showed no surprise. He filled his glass with the poison, raised it to his lips and drained it at a single gulp. Then he picked up the whisk

broom, walked over to the corner of the room, brushed the sand off the floor,

laid down in the clean space and had a fit.

"I merely mention this fact, gentlemen," concluded the colonel, "to show you that it is a pretty strong article of whisky we use out in my country." And nobody denied it.--Chicago Mail.

She Was Warm. The incident occurred while a party of strangers were being taken through the Chollar workings. In the party was a girl--an innocent little thing, whose knowledge of mines was limited to a few vague impressions acquired through reading and hearsay. She had only one vivid recollection, and that was that mines are hot. The party was mixed, and the gentlemen, as usual, carried lanterns. As it was also large, when preparations were made to go down the incline the guileless creature aforesaid and another lady and gentleman were all assigned to the lower seat of the giraffe. After the giraffe started, to further the general comfort, the girl slipped down at the feet of her companions and found a seat on something the nature of which she did not stop to investigate. A short way down the incline she re-

marked that it was getting warm. Farther on she repeated the observation, and her companions responded that they had not noticed it, while the miner who had the party in charge assured her that the incline was supposed to be cool. She continued to call attention to the heat, however, to the surprise of her comrades and their guide, and at the station she scrambled out of the giraffe, exclaiming: "Whew, but it was hot in there!" The miner was mystified; but, casually looking at where she had sat, the light dawned upon him, and he electrified the innocent little thing and the rest of the party by dryly remarking: "It's no wonder you were warm. You were sitting on that gentleman's lantern."--Virginia (Nev.) Chronicle. q

Ended in a Laugh.

For repeating to General Butler, then in command of the Army of the James, a disparaging remark made by a subordinate concerning the general's military efficiency an officer in a Pennsylvania regiment was promised a sound thrashing by the officer whom he had reported, and who, in consequence, had suffered a bad quarter of an hour in the general's society. The thrashing was to be bestowed after the war was over, at their very first meeting, no matter under what circumstances it might occur. The two officers became prominent civilians in adjoining states. For many years one of them went around armed with a revolver, the other with a blank bail-bond. Though often in this city (where one of them resided) at the same time, they never met until last Saturday, and then they encountered each other face to face in the surf at Atlantic City. Each had grown so stout as to weigh over 250 pounds, yet they instantly recognized each other. Something ludicrous in the thought of each vast spheres of flesh engaged in a rough and tumble fight may have entered their minds at the same moment, for they called each other by name, smiled and shook hands. The feud was thus terminated.--Phila-delphia Record.

Great Hammers. Below I give a list of the great hammers in European iron works, their weight and date of manufacture. Teral works, Italy, 50 ton hammer, made in 1872; A[?]scht, Russia, one of same weight, 1854; C[?], France, 80 ton hammer, made in 1871; C[?]crili works, Belgium, one of 100 tons, made in 1886; one at Krupp Gun works, [?] Germany, also made in 1886, weighs 125[?] tons and is the heaviest in the world.--St. Louis Republic.