VOL. XIV.

OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 27, 1894.

NO. 26.

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. MARSHAL'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 upstairs with homelike comforts. 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.

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, 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.

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

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.

D. GALLAGHER, DEALER IN FINE FURNITURE, 43 South Second Street, 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.

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 rail-

road; 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 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.

How Fortunes Are Made.

The largest fortunes of the present day have been acquired by applying an acute and enterprising mind to the improvement of the conditions of life. Some of the largest among them may be traced to the extension of the railroad, telegraph and telephone systems, to the sewing machine, to the automatic agricultural machines, to the application of electricity to mechanics, to new applications of chemistry and manufactures. Henry Bessmer, who discovered a way to convert carbureted iron intot steel, was a type. He rendered it possible to gridiron this country with steel rails, and of course he became a millionaire. Any young man who will devise a method of making an article of general ruse at less than the present cost or of making it better in quality at the same cost will make a fortune, as he did. The article need not be an important one so long as it is generally consumed. --San Francisco Argonaut.

Sleep and Long Life.

Sleep as a prolonger of life is upheld by a curious calculation which appeared in a recent medical work on the digestive organs and faculties. The duration of human life may be ascertained by the pulsations of the body. Say a man lives to 70 years, his heart beating 60 to the minute, the pulsations in that time foot up to 2,207,520,000. If by intemperance or any other cause he raises pulsation to 75 a minute, the same number of pulsations would be finished in 56 years, thereby abbreviating his life by 14 years. And as the number of pulsations is less in a sleeping than in a waking state it stands to reason that a long sleeper has a much better prospect of a long life than a person who is satisfied with short naps. Napoleon I, who slept very little, did not attain old age. General Butler, who could sleep at will, rounded out a good ripe sheaf of years. --Chicago Post.

Where Models Come From. Paris artists depend largely for their models on the Italians. Out of every hundred at least 70 are Italians. They are better figures than the French, and they are better models. They can take most easily the poses which the painter desires and fall into them more gracefully. They are simpler in their habits and less expensive. The natural fitness of the Italians for this work has given them almost a monopoly of the studios, and art and artists have had the advantage.--London News.

A Spartain. She--Un-un-hand me, sir! Oh, George, have I broken your heart? He--No. Only the crystal of my watch, but it was worth it.--Truth.

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A MERRY HEART. Clear day or cloudy day, Summer heat or cold, A happy heart keeps holiday, A merry heart is bold. Though the wind of fortune blow Out of wintry skies, Face it smiling as you go--A merry heart is wise. By and by the sun will shine, Day must follow night; Darkest hour is the sign Of returning light. God is in his heaven still, Though the world denies, And cheery courage waits on will--A merry heart is wise. Over rugged things we climb To our best estate; We shall stumble many a time, But we conquer fate. And we choose the better part So that evil flies, When we keep the dauntless heart, The merry heart that's wise. --Mary Bradley.

THE THREAD OF FATE

He was a little man--one of sarcastic speech might have called him a toy man. He strolled into a down town broker's office two minutes after the door was open.

"Any money for me?" he asked languidly of the head clerk.

"No, but we shall want a little if we are to carry yesterday's purchases for you any longer, sir." The clerk handed out a slip. The little man took it, glanced at it and then,

putting the paper down, drew out his checkbook.

"The stock is bound to rise before the day is over?" he asked as he pushed the check through the clerk's wicket. "Can't say, sir." "But what do you think?"

"I don't think, sir. It's one of the rules of the house that none but the partners may give advice or information to the customers."

"Either partner about?" "Not just at present, sir."

"Please have me notified as soon as it touches the figure I mentioned. I will sell out promptly when it reaches the right figure. I need the money by this afternoon." "Mr. Wheaton has your instructions, sir, and he will follow them faithfully." The little man sauntered out, entered a nearby cafe that is famous among Wall street men, ordered a champagne cocktail and a light breakfast and leisurely disposed of it. Then he lighted a cigar and smoked it reflectively for awhile. "Bless me, it's 10:30 already!" he murmured, coming to himself and pulling out his watch. "I must get back to the broker. Dare say he's sold my little investment for me. In that case I'll have the money all right before noon." The same clerk was still at the little window. "Well?" asked the little man. "More margins," said the clerk. "That stock is going down." "Why, yes, indeed!" murmured the plunger. "This is really a heavier margin than I paid an hour or two ago." But he took out his checkbook. There was not the sign of a cloud on his face as he wrote the figures--$3,000. "Here you are," he said, passing in the check. "I wish you'd ask Mr. Wheaton if he can't hurry up the deal --I believe he called it that--for this affair is getting decidedly expensive. A few more such drafts upon me will exhaust me." The clerk paid little attention to this remark. He was accustomed to such

phrases. They were a part of his daily life.

The little man went out again. On the sidewalk he paused, looking irresolutely about him. "Wonder what I can do to kill time?" he thought. "People who spend all their time around Wall street must find it terribly hard to kill time day in and day out. It's kind of monotonous to pass all the time in that cafe, but I don't see any way out of it. I'm very sure that I couldn't become a habitue of Wall street. I should die of ennui. However, I haven't time to go up town. I must be on hand to receive the money that this investment is going to bring me." So he wandered back to the cafe. It was too hot to eat, and besides he wasn't hungry. He ordered a small bottle and tried to drink it, but met with only indifferent success. Yet he managed to put in an hour at the cafe. Then he rose and went back to the office. As he entered his eye brightened and he hastened his step, for he saw Mr. Wheaton in his private office. "Well, what news?" he asked. "Have you sold out for me?" "The clerk has something for you," Wheaton replied. "Not another assessment, I hope?" "I'm sorry to say it is." The little man walked rather hurriedly out to the clerk's desk, drawing out his checkbook as he went. He merely glanced at the slip and then wrote out the check, but there was a cloud on his face. "I hope the tide'll turn soon," he said. "I've only got $3,100 left, and then"--"And then?" the clerk repeated. "Well, perhaps you don't know what it means to me." The clerk didn't even take the trouble to ask. Hard hearted? Well, brokers' clerks don't attempt to shoulder the troubles of the world. "When things get to this pitch," murmured the little man to himself, "I suppose it's the proper thing to watch the stock ticker. I'll be blessed, though, if I know how to do it."

He confided his difficulty to the clerk, who obligingly explained to the neophyte what the seemingly cabalistic characters on the tape were really intended to show. "I think I understand now," said the little man. "If you don't mind, I'll stay right here beside it." "The tape is for the convenience of our customers," replied the clerk and went back to his absorbing task over the books. For the next hour the little man stood by the ticker reading the occasional quotations of his stock. "It's going down gradually," he murmured. "There'll be another assesment soon. Why can't the wretched stock go up?" Even while he was propounding this conundrum to himself the clerk approached with another of those fateful slips. "Nine hundred? Certainly," responded the little man, and the checkbook came out once more. There was a look of decided annoyance on his face as he returned to the instrument that was slowly, relentlessly grinding out the serial story of fortunes won and lost. Dr. Darcy, a friend of Wheaton's, was in the office with the broker. "I've been studying that little fellow out there," said the medical man. "He is a good illustration of the crying evils of your line of business."

The broker smiled carelessly, then yawned as if either the heat of the day or the turn of the conversation rendered him sleepy.

"The little fellow hasn't dropped all of his pile yet," he remarked. "He's pretty near the bottom, though--of his pile, I mean--and he's on a losing stock too."

"Then, why not warn him in time?" queried the doctor. "What would be the use?" counter queried the broker. "It wouldn't do any good, and it's no business of mine, anyway." "Wheaton, surely you are not utterly heartless!" cried the doctor. He was an enthusiastic man when he got started on some pet idea. "I repeat, why not warn this young man in time? I tell you, Wheaton, that he has neither much mental nor bodily stamina, and if you permit him to be ruined he is likely to go insane--perhaps commit some violent crime--for which you, Wheaton, who permitted him to go to his ruin, would be responsible in the eye of heaven, even if not in the minds of men. Remedy your terrible work, I say, or you may have to answer to your own conscience for a crime that I would not have on mine." Wheaton smiled again and repeated his query, "What would be the use of

it?"

"Then I will go to him myself," exclaimed the man of medicine. "I will warn him before it is too late." "And get yourself kicked, perhaps, for meddling in another man's affairs." "I shall speak to him, anyway, and at once." "Darcy, you will do nothing of the sort. You are always welcome in my office, but you must not feel called upon to interfere." Dr. Darcy arose and began to pace up and down the little private office, keeping his sympathetic gaze riveted all the time upon the hapless speculator. Finally he exclaimed: "There's the poor little chap signing another check." "I dare say," replied the imperturbable broker. "His stock has been falling down stairs all day long, and I am confident that tomorrow it will go down another flight of stairs." Dr. Darcy gazed contemptuously at the cold hearted broker who would knowingly permit such an idiotic squandering of a fortune. At last the closing came. The little man took a look at the last quotation. Then he bounded into the private office, shouting: "Wheaton, it almost closed me out. But it has stopped going down for today, and I've got $300 left." "And sense enough into the bargain to let it alone and keep hold of your balance, I hope," roared Dr. Darcy. "That stock is one of the biggest swindles in the market." Wheaton smiled. He had been filling out a document, which he now signed and handed to the little man. "Thanks," said the latter, pocketing the paper, with a look of supreme satisfaction. "It's a nice little profit--enough to keep me in Europe for a year or more." With these words he was gone. Dr. Darcy turned upon the broker and demanded: "Wheaton, what the deuce does that little snip mean? Here he has been squandering money on margins all day long, and now he says that the profits will keep him in Europe for a year." "It means," replied the broker, "that this little fellow belongs to one of the wealthiest families in New York. He and another very rich young fellow made a bet last night as to whether 1,000 shares of that stock would eat up more than $15,000 in margins today. Each put up half of the money to be used and besides that a wager of $50,000 a side. Our young friend who has just left won by a balance of $300. So, you see, it was a very lucky investment for him." The doctor looked as if he didn't feel well. At last he blurted out: "Wheaton, you made a fool of me in the most approved fashion. Of course, you'll dine with me tonight, and we'll wipe out this score in the best wine I can buy."--New York Journal.

There Is Only One Way to Get the Full Benefit of the Luxury. Tobacco consists of the leaves and stalk of a plant charged with an aroma purifying, sustaining, exhilarating and fragrant to the human being. Like the aroma of a rose, this aroma should be inhaled in the form of cool vapor by the human nose. The chewer, like the cab horse, eats the leaves and stalk. He uses the tobacco at the right temperature, but in the wrong form, and puts it into his mouth. The snuffer reduces the leaves and stalks to powder and puts it into his nose. He uses the tobacco at the right temperature and puts it into the right place, but converts it into a wrong form. The cigar smoker gets tobacco into the right form, but puts it at a wrong temperature into a wrong place. The cigarette smoker blends the filthy rags and other materials out of which paper is made with the tobacco. The pipe smoker puts his tobacco into a receptacle which is used for an indefinite time, is very difficult to clean and tends to produce cancer of the tongue and lips. Moreover, in all forms of smoking the tobacco becomes saturated with the smoker's breath. This seems to be almost poisonous. It is this which causes the lower half of a half smoked cigar, if left on a table for a few hours, to become indescribably rank. It is this which makes the smoke of tobacco in a foul pipe noxious and the smoke of tobacco not pressed down to the bottom of a clean bowl nauseous, even to the smoker himself. Nature protests against this abuse of her beauty. She tweaks the incipient snuffer's nose. She weakens the cigar smoker's heart and sometimes threatens him with paralysis. She inflicts cancer of the lips and tongue upon the pipe smoker. A child who sucks a foul pipe she sometimes strikes dead. What is the lesson she is trying to teach? What is the right mode of using her delightful gift? Obviously to reduce it in vapor, to cool the vapor and to apply the pure cold vapor to the nose. For this end a combination of the hookah and odorizer is all that is needed. If you stand on the grating of a snuff manufactory, how delicious is the odor! Such would be the contents of a tobacco scent bottle, equally exhilarating to both sexes, a disinfectant, a restorative and a perfume in one!--Gentleman's Magazine.

Americans in Europe. On the crowded Munich railway platform, a soft southern voice was saying: "Honey, don't set down there right in the way; they'll tromp on you." A small girl rose up, clasping to her bosom a cigar box with a perforated cover. There was something curious about this box, because hurried travelers who came too near it started suddenly away and regarded the little party of three, an old lady and two children, with undisguised horror. After some space of struggling with the intricacies of that badly

spelled and poorly pronounced English which dwellers beyond the Rhine choose to call their German tongue, it was delightful to hear the accents of one's native land, and an excuse was seized upon to make the old lady's acquaintance.

She was from Georgia and knew no other tongue than her own. She was 65 years of age and was traveling for the first time in Europe with her two small grandchildren.

She had experienced no difficulty whatever, and, indeed, without a word of German

managed to secure for herself on this occa-

sion the best carriage and get her luggage

attended to before any one else by mere dint of gentle, sweet voiced persistence. The Teutonic officials merely shrugged helplessly and obeyed when she said: "No, yo' don't take that bag--ye' hear me! Set it right down therelike I tell yo'," all in tones as soft as rose leaves. Another traveler at this moment shied violently away from the little girl's box, from which the serpent like heads were being thrust, and this attracted the old lady's attention, causing her to ask gently: "Honey, ain't those turkies of yo'rs hungry?" "Yes, grandmaw, I reckon they are," said the child. "They ain't been fed since we left Flawrence." And the train carried the Georgians and the hungry turtles away.--Cor. Harper's Bazaar.

Double Thanks Homely Expressed. Governor Hoffman of New York delighted to tell an amusing incident which occurred during his term of office. A bill was passed regulating the size of apple barrels, which was of so trivial a character that the governor vetoed it. In the following summer an old farmer from the Mohawk valley came into the executive chamber, and producing a letter of introduction, said: "Governor, I've come to ask you to pardon my son out of state's prison. He's been there goin on two year, and his time'll be up in about two months. Harvest is comin on in two or three weeks, governor, and I kind o' thought I should like to have him up to the farm. He'd be quite handy. Don't you think you could do it?" "There was something about him," said the governor, "that impressed me he was a good old fellow, and I told him I would pardon his boy." The old man beamed with delight and rose to take his departure. "I thank you, governor, for pardonin him now, because hands are scurce, and on behalf of my neighbors I thank you for vetoing the apple barrel bill."--Youth's Companion.

Sending Messages in China. China has not yet established government postoffices or a postal system for the [?] of the people, with all her adoption of modern ways, but private enterprise is depended upon to render communication easy between various parts of the empire. This private transmission of mail is conducted through what are called "letter shops." No stamps are used, but the "chop," or sign of the keeper of the "letter shop," is always placed upon the envelope. In China imperial edicts and other official communications are carried from city to city and province to province by couriers. Generally they make the trip afoot, but in case of great haste they are provided with horses at convenience relay stations. Official letters or dispatches are thus conveyed in cases of emergency 200 or 250 miles a day.