VOL. XIV.

OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, OCTOBER 4, 1894.

NO. 27.

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 home-

like 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.

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, Rangers, 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, 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. CHAS. E. EDWARTS, 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 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, 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.

ISRAEL G. ADAMS & CO. Real Estate AND Insurance

AGENTS,

Rooms 2, 4 & 6, Real Estate & Law Building,

ATLANTIC CITY, N. J.

Commissioner of Deeds for Pennsylvania.

Money to loan on First Mortgage. Lots for sale at South Atlantic City.

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; 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.

Dignity and Duty. The following story is told of the archbishop of Canterbury when he was head master of Wellington college: One day the

prince consort attended by a single equerry

rode over to Wellington and arrived just

as the doctor was about to address his boys.

The prince expressed a wish that the master should proceed in his presence. Having with bare head, as etiquette demanded, shown the prince to a seat, he turned to the boys, and replacing his cap began lecturing them. Just then the equerry hurried up and nudged him on the elbow.

"Dr. Benson," said he.

"Yes," replied the doctor.

"His royal highness is present," whispered the equerry. "I am proud to know it," was the answer.

The doctor had spoken scarcely a half dozen words before the courtier again broke in: "Dr. Benson, we all remain uncovered in his royal highness' presence."

"I am his royal highness' most humble and devoted servant," rejoined the doctor, at the same time bowing low, with uncovered head, to the prince. "But," turning to the boys once more, and replacing his cap, "I am also my boys' head master."--London Tit-Bits.

Memory's Impressions on the Brain. It is computed by leading physiologists that since one-third of a second suffices to produce an impression on the brain, a man who has lived to be 100 years old must have

collected upon the folds of the brain matter at least 9,107,250,000 impressions. Or, again, take off one-third for sleep, and we still find not less than 6,311,520,000 indentations--memory's finger marks on and in the brain. This would give 3,155,760,000 separate waking impressions to the man who lives to be but 50 years old.

Allowing an average weight of four pounds to the brain, deduct one-fourth for blood and other vessels and attachments, and another fourth for external integument, and we still find that each separate grain of brain matter contains 205,512 traces or impressions of ideas. Of course, these calculations and general deductions must be applied according to the temperament of the individual. Well may it be said that "divine handiwork is generally shown in the wonderful faculty which we call memory."--Philadelphia Press.

Shoe Superstitions. When a new pair of shoes is brought home, never place them higher than your head if you would have good luck while wearing them, and never blacken them before you have had on both shoes, or else you may meet with an accident and perhaps sudden death. It is said that the old maids believe that when their shoes become untied and keep coming untied, it is true that their sweethearts are talking and thinking about them. The sweetheart, when on his way to see his lady love, should he stub his right toe, will surely be welcome, but if he stubs his left toe, he may know he is not wanted.--Cincinnati Commercial Gazette.

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SWEET PEAS. Sweet peas of many colors, pink and blue, And dusky purple mellowing to a hue Of brown veined crimson when I look at you, I think my eyes have borrowed of your dew. Because I knew you long ago, mayhap Your white face looking from a purple cap. And your fine bonnet with a modest flap And loved you as you lay upon my lap. Because I like the dear old fashioned traits, Your stately carriage and your gracious ways Because my heart can never cease to praise The tender beauty of the bygone days; Because you smell of gardens long ago, With old world lilies standing in a row, And dahlias with their gaudy fur below, Is this the reason why I love you so? Because--because, oh, blossoms, you have read My secret heart; you seem to bow your head For piety and pity of the dead, Because perchance I leave a name unsaid. --Frank Leslie's Monthly.

SNAKE IN THE GRASS. I detest Celia. We were so happy till she came to stay with Jack's people and told me I was spoiling him. Of course it was no business of hers if I were--she admitted that--but she was so fond of me that she felt she must speak, being older and more experienced than I, and implore me to remember that it wasn't only my lover I was spoiling, but my future hus-

band, and if I let him have his own way in everything now I should never be able to have mine by and by when we were married.

So Jack and I quarreled at the Hornes' dance last night. I hardly know what it was about in the first instance, but it grew and grew

until it seemed to me there was nothing we weren't quarreling about, and Jack was soon terribly upset in earnest. Though we had been engaged for three weeks, I'd no idea he had it in him to be so angry. And of course I lost my head and got angry, too--really angry--and said horrid things, and--and--I told him that our engagement was broken off, and there must be an end of everything between us, and--and--Jack took

me at my word. I never thought of his doing that.

"As you please," he said, speaking quietly all of a sudden. We were in the conservatory, and the dance music in the drawing room must have drowned the sound of our voices half a dozen yards away. "You wish our engagement to end, Maud? So be it. Your letters shall be returned to you tomorrow, and I will at once leave you free to resume your flirtation with Frank Horne." "But--Jack"----His face was set and white. He never even looked at me. The music ceased. Celia and several other dancers strolled into the conservatory, and he left me. Yes, he went away and danced with other girls, and he never spoke one word to me or came near me again the whole evening. Hark! Some one is crossing the hall. Surely Jane won't be so foolish as to show any one in here now! In another moment "Mr. Dayton" is announced, and Jack himself stands be-

fore me.

"Jack!" I started to my feet, and all his treasured documents fall rustling to the floor, but I never think of them. Who thinks of love letters in the presence of the writer? Jack is here, my Jack, and----But is he indeed my Jack? The first glance at his face recalls me to myself and reminds me that he is no longer my Jack, or Jack at all to me. I told him I wished our engagement to end, and he remembered it evidently, though I for one brief moment have forgotten. Oh, Jack--Jack! He waits till the servant has left the room, then takes a small packet from the breast pocket of his coat and turns to me.

"This must be my apology for disturbing you," he says very formally. "I thought I had better bring it myself, in case of accident." "For me?" I speak vaguely and without offering to take it. I want to

gain time.

"Yes--your letters. I have no right to them now." "How--how beautifully you have packed them!" He turns away, with an impatient gesture, and lays them on the table. "I need not detain you any longer, now my errand is done," he says quiet-

ly.

"But--there is something else. Oh, you forgot!" as he looks at me questioningly. "You have returned my letters promptly enough (how can I thank you for such promptness?), but you forget your own. As you say, I have no right to them now." "You wish me to take them? Very

well!"

But I do not wish him to take them. Anything but that. I want to postpone the moment of parting. That is all. "Will you be good enough to fetch

them?"

"They are here on the floor. Will you be good enough to help me pick them up?" He does so without a word. Together we stoop and collect them. Together we lay them on the table. Together for the last time!

I bring paper and string and proceed to pack them up, while he watches me in silence.

"I fear this will not be such a neat parcel as yours," I say, speaking as steadily as I can and bending over the table to hide my troubled face. "You know I'm never good at this sort of thing."

"I know," shortly.

"I can't do it!" And a great tear splashes on the packet. "I'm sorry, but"----"Don't bother about it." And he lays his hand on mine suddenly. "No need for such a fuss. Give them to me as they are."

"What are you going to do with them?" as he takes them from my trembling hands. "Put them in the fire!" And he turns to do so.

"No, no, no!" I cry, springing forward and laying a detaining hand on his arm. "Oh, don't, Jack!" "Why not?" pausing. "You don't want them, and I'm sure I don't." "I--I do. Please give them back to me." "What for?" "To keep! To remind me"----"Of my folly?" "Of my own. I"----"Your folly is over and done with. Our engagement is broken off," he says moodily. "Better forget it ever existed." "I cannot do that," with an irrepressible little sob. "I am waiting for those letters." "Take them, then." And he throws them down on the table. "Keep them to compare with Horne's if you like. I don't care."

"How can you insult me so? What right have you to think me so mean, so heartless?" I cry indignantly. "And you cared for me once, or pretended to."

"I did care, I care now, though I know I'm only a fool for my pains," bitterly. "Heartless, do you say? How can I help thinking you heartless after your conduct last night?"

"My conduct? And what of yours? If I danced with Frank, and, yes, flirted with him a little, you were flirting all the time with Celia and Mollie, and, oh, there wasn't a girl in the room that you didn't flirt with! You know there wasn't." "Yes, and you should know that there is safety in numbers," he retorts, fixing his dark eyes on mine reproachfully. "But you, Maud, you flirted with Frank all the time, and no one but Frank--a very different thing." "And what was I to do when you deserted me? Sit still and look miserable? Thanks, no. Really, you are unreasonable." "You forget that I did not desert you, as you call it, till after you gave me to understand that I wasn't wanted. You told me to go, and I went." "You did--on the instant." "And you blame me for that now? Did you not mean me to take you at your word?" "Not like that," slowly. "You went --oh, yes--as if you were glad to go. I dare say you were, but you needn't have betrayed your feelings quite so plainly." "I haven't the smallest intention of betraying my feelings for your gratification," he says, with some warmth. "You have treated me shamefully, but I see little use in discussing it now. I don't want to reproach you for jilting me. You've done it, and that's enough." "Jilting you! Oh, Jack!" "Call it what you please," and he turns away wearily. "We won't quarrel about that. Celia was right, I see." "Celia?" "Yes. She said I would only make matters worse if I saw you. I didn't believe her, but"----"Celia tried to stop your coming?" "If you like to put it in that way, yes," with a look of surprise. "But I thought I ought to bring those letters myself, so I came." "Celia seems to have been unwarrantably busy with my affairs," I say coldly. "I don't know, of course, what she

may or may not have told you, but this I do know--that I have never trusted her, and that I trust her less than ever now." "You are ungrateful surely. She tried to spare you this interview." "Had it not been for her it would never have been necessary. But go to her, since you'd rather take her word than mine," passionately. "Go to her and tell her that she has succeeded, thanks to my folly and your"----I break off, unable to speak for the rising sobs that choke my utterances, and turn away abruptly to the window. "Succeeded? Celia?" he repeats more to himself than to me. "Maud, what is the meaning of all this? Is it possible that Celia misunderstood"----"She misunderstood nothing." I speak in a dull, expressionless way and without turning round. "She is far too clever for that. It is you who misunderstood and I."

"What have I misunderstood? Oh, if you won't tell me, I must go to Celia and"----"Yes, go to her. What are you staying here for?"

"Nothing now." And he walks to the door. In another instant he will be gone.

Can I let him go like this? No, a thousand times no. "Wait!" And I turn impulsively. "You--you have forgotten something." "Have I? And what?" "Your ring. I have no right to it now, as you say." "I never said so, but"--he checks himself--"give it to me, then." "Come and take it." "No, dear, I don't want it. If it is to come off at all, you must take it." "It seems almost a pity, doesn't it?" I say softly, and my voice is scarcely as steady as it might be. He makes no reply, but passes his arm around my waist, and his hold on my hand tightens.

"I've got used to it, you see, and I should miss it. May I keep it, Jack?" "On one condition." "And that is"----"That you keep me too." "Oh, Jack, how gladly!" He is my Jack once more, and I tell him all, my head on his shoulder. Our quarrel is over, and we both detest Celia. She can never come between us any more.--Gentlewoman.

A Traveler's Tale. It was in a first class carriage, and the passengers, throwing off all cold reserve, had been beguiling the journey with pleasant conversation. One man in particular, whose bronzed and sun burned features told of long sojourns in foreign lands, had kept them all interested with his ancestors and stories of far distant climes. "Yes, gentlemen," said he, "there is nothing like travel to expand the mind. You see so many sights that are novel and have so many strange experiences that a foreign tour is an education in itself. Now, I don't suppose, for instance, that many of you gentlemen have ever been seen a beet root putting on a waistcoat." The company sat up, staring in surprise. "Seen a beet root putting on a waistcoat? No, we certainly have not." "Nor a lettuce donning a pair of trousers?"

"No."

"Nor a pile of mustard and cress getting into a shooting jacket?"

"No."

"Nor a spring onion fixing on its tie and collar?"

"No, not even that." "Well, gentlemen," said the traveler as the train drew up in the station and he prepared to escape, "you may believe me or believe me not, as you like. But several times in my wanderings I have seen with my own eyes not only a beet root, or a lettuce, or an onion, but a whole salad dressing."--London Tit-Bits.

Egypt Ever the Same. The characters in the "Thousand and One Nights" may be almost imagined to step out of their setting words and to take form and glow with the generous warmth of life before one's very eyes. The natives still drink the same coffee and out of the same cups; they smoke the same pipes; they wear generally the same dress; they play the same primitive instruments that whisper the same strange and plaintive tones; the funeral processions went their way along the streets as of old; the popular festivals or moolids are still observed with the same untiring capacity for enjoyment; the public reciters still practice their profession before admiring crowds; the water carriers still carry their burdens so welcome to the thirsty lips; except in the houses of the rich and thoroughly Europeanized, the food is still eaten with the fingers and in the same manner, and the hands are washed in the same basins and ewers; the mosque of El-Azhar still attracts its crowds of students. Even the old wooden locks and keys are still in use and the water jars are still kept cool in the lattice work of the overhanging mushrabiyeh window frames. Instances of this sort might be multiplied a hundredfold. It is indeed a wonderful change and contrast that is presented to the eye when you leave the European and enter the native quarter.--Gentleman's Magazine.

Too Beautiful to Live. The pride and flower of all the youth of the Zoo is the young hippopotamus. As it lies on its side, with eyes half closed, its square nose like the end of a holster tilted upward, its little fat legs stuck out straight at right angles to its body and its toes turned up like a duck's, it looks like a gigantic newborn rabbit. It has a pale, petunia colored stomach, and the same artistic shade adorns the soles of its feet. It has a double chin, and its eyes, like a bull calf's, are set on pedestals and close gently as it goes to sleep with a bland, enormous smile. It cost £500 when quite small, and, to quote the opinion of an eminent grazier who was looking it over with a professional eye, it still looks like "growing into money." There are connoisseurs in hippopotamus breeding who think it almost too beautiful to live. --London Spectator.

London's Noble Swells. "London society proper," we are informed by Lady Charles Beresford, consists of no more than 30 or 40 families! And how about London society improper? Is that equally sparse and exclusive? And--terrible thought! crucial question! --is it possible that the two orders overlap at all; that there are any "noble swells" who belong to both?--London Punch.

High Mountains In America.

It may surprise the reader who is a little rusty on geography to be informed that there are over 300 mountains on the North American continent that are over 10,000 feet in height, but such is the case.

In Alaska alone there are scores of them, and not less than five in that boreal region exceed 15,000 feet.--St. Louis Republic.

Sala's Description of Zola.

George Augustus Sala describes Emile Zola as a "noticeable little man, with a high forehead, rather a Thackerayan nose, abundant black hair, black mustache and beard just trimmed with silver. He is a marvelous conversationist, alert, often eloquent, always fascinating, occasionally paradoxical."

The most intricate piece of clockwork in the world is the great astronomical clock at Strasburg.