VOL. XIV. OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, OCTOBER 11, 1894. NO. 28.

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 upstairs with homelike accommodations.

PURE SPRING WATER. OPEN ALL NIGHT.

BAKERY, 601 S. Twenty-second Street. Ice Cream, Ices, Frozen Fruits and Jellies. Weddings and Evening Entertain-

ments a Specialty. Everything to fur-

nish the table and set free of charge. NOTHING SOLD OR DELIVERED ON SUNDAY.

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

WALLACE S. RISLEY, REAL ESTATE AND INSURANCE AGENT, 413 MARKET ST., CAMDEN. Properties for sale and to rent. Money to loan on Mortgage.

PETER MURDOCH, DEALER IN COAL and WOOD, Ocean City, N. J. Orders left at 806 Asbury avenue will receive prompt attention.

D. S. SAMPSON, DEALER IN Stoves, Heaters, Ranges, PUMPS, SINKS, &C., Cor. Fourth Street and West Avenue, OCEAN CITY, N. J.

Tin roofer and sheet-iron worker. All kinds of Stove Casting furnished at short notice. Gasoline Stoves a specialty. All work guaranteed as represented.

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 FLOUD 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, 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. Commissioners 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 sys-

tem; 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 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, in-

timately 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 advan-

tages 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.

Count Cesnola. Count Cesnola, afterward famous through his collection of statuary, commanded the Fourth New York cavalry during the civil war. He was a gallant officer, but his command was a motley mass of whom it was difficult to make soldiers. In 1863, by reason of the bad conduct of his men, he was made a prisoner. After 10 months he was returned to his regiment and said:

"I propose to put these rascals through a course of discipline and drill until they distinguish themselves in battle, and the moment they do that I shall resign."

Cesnola was as good as his word. On Aug. 10, 1864, he, at their head, charged two Confederate regiments of infantry, and while the army was ringing with his gallant deed of arms Colonel Cesnola sat in his tent writing a resignation of his commission.

"They have covered me with glory today [?]. They [?] me tomorrow.--Youth's Companion.

Water as Food. Why is water such an important article of food? I answer, first, because about two-thirds by weight of our body is composed of water, and, second, because it is required in all [?] processes, which a living body [?] charges. Thus it is needed to dissolve our foods, to make good [?], which is always taking place [?] lungs, [?] and kidneys, as the result of our bodily work, and to play numberless important parts in the [?].

Look also at the [?] water from the household point of view. For personal cleanliness, for flushing drains and sinks, for baths, for washing, for cooking [?] sewers, and manufacturing purposes water is constantly required. Truly it is a wonderful fluid, [?] holding up so much of our [?] flesh," but serving so much [?] useful and necessary purposes in the maintenance of our civilized life.--[?] Magazine.

It Could [?]

A Catholic [?] bishop of [?], examining a little lad on the catechism, asked him, "What of matrimony?" The little fellow couldn't [?] "Two people, getting [?] in grace." "Could two little boys get married?" pursued the archbishop. "? your grace." "How is that?" "To two little girls, your grace."

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GOING ABROAD. The other shore, she sails to that And leaves me here alone, whereat I sigh in [?] and let a tear Slip down my cheek. Another dear, However, still is left me at.

The old stand, and I hang my hat Up there until she come, whereat I much rejoice. Betimes, I fear The other shore. Ah, me, I talk but through my hat When I begin to talk like that,

And still I have a doubt and fear, And hope presents but little cheer, Yet if I'm left I'll take for that The other, sure." Detroit Free Press.

THE RAY'S WORK.

Of all the beautiful things in this beautiful world there was none that the little ray loved so well as the summer sea. He and his comrades would play

by the hour together with the rippling wavelets, darting from one to another in dazzling, mad flashes of light, spread-

ing themselves over the waters, a sheet of molten gold, till a touch of the wind's light lips broke it up into a thousand shimmering fragments. And the waves loved their playmates, too, and each, as the rays kissed it, became itself a little golden sun, sending forth its light into the radiant air, for the sea, like a fickle, lovable woman, answers back to all in their own moods and is loved just

because she cannot be trusted. Then, when the waves broke on the golden sands or round the clean, dark rocks, the little rays would fill their foam with light till it shone more brightly white than the Jungian's crest, and the music

of the waves breaking was a joy song for their own loveliness. Laughing, they ran up the smooth sand and embraced

with teasing play the small pink feet which scampered away before them, while the sun's rays flashed from their surface to meet the light, brighter still, which shone from children's eyes. Oh,

those were happy days, and as the little ray danced along over the waters he hoped that they never might end.

But a time came when the voice of the wind sounded from afar. The sea [?] with it and was troubled to its depths

at the new life of power and strength which was tearing within it, while the wavelets far and wide raised their tiny crests, and in ripples of white foam whispered the news one to another. The clouds, too, heard the voice and gathered together at its bidding to spread

themselves a thick, dark curtain over the sea and hide from the sun's face the things which were to be. And so

the little ray could visit the sea no longer nor join any more in sport with his favorite playmates. At this his heart was very sad, and he took no delight in the other pleasures to which his comrades called him. They told him of the wild games they played with the wind shaken leaves of the forest; of the snow cold peaks which they crowded with dazzling splendor of jewels; of fog laden valleys filled with dream forms of weirdest, strangest loveliness; of mys-

reries of beauty revealed midst the world's most squalid dreariness. But it was all in vain. The little ray longed for his lost playmates and would care for none of these things. As he wandered sadly among the heavy, driving clouds, losing himself in their sullen masses, searching for

some crevice through which he might penetrate, one of them pitied him. "Since you will it so," said she, "I will let you through, though I fear you will find that dreams that are past can never be dreamed again." Then she shrank back from her neighbor, and with one swift word of thanks the little ray darted down through the opening she had made.

Down he went to the sea below and there lay quivering and lost in its black gulf. Oh, what a changed world it was! Above him the tempest hurried along and shouted to the waves as it went, and the waves threw their white heads up and answered back in crashing thunders. "Death, death, and the end of all things!" passionately yelled the tempest. "Ruin!" roared the waves.

"Naught is that can withstand us!" a world of darkness and tumult and terrible unrest. The little ray lay where he had lighted, tremulous and afraid, now glimmering for an instant among cataracts of rushing foam, and then lost down in the dark depths of the water. "Ha!" cried the waves when they saw him. "So you are here, little ray. The world is changed since you saw it last."

"Changed indeed," said the ray. "Oh, why cannot you be as you were before, my playmate?" But the waves laughed, shaking spray from their crests till the tempest caught it and whirled it mountain high in the air. "Give us the winds for playmates," they cried,

"and the men's lives for our our sport. Talk to us not of the wretched, spiritless days that are past. The world is worth living in now." "But you were happy then. You rejoiced in the earth's beauty and were happy!" said the little ray wistfully. "Because we knew no better," they answered. "We have learned since then that there is something fairer than beauty, more glorious than joy.

Oh, the rupture of fury when we raise the ship high in the air to hurl her down on the rocks beneath--the cruel rocks whom we love and linger to kiss and [?] in our soft white arms even then to the joy of that moment of power. To crush into pieces the mighty vessel with all its wealth and labor of workmanship; to scatter abroad the heavy fragments, flinging them to and fro in the very scorn of our sovereign strength, to watch men gasp in their

death agony as we lift ourselves above their writhing bodies, and then to crash down and dash the life from their lips--

this is power, little friend; this is power, and there is no glory in the world like the glory of power.

The ray grew chill and wan and trembled as he listened. "Is there nothing, then, left which is fair to look upon in all this waste of waters?" he cried, and he wandered dismally on. Everywhere,

the same dark gulfs and white crested mountains mingling together in tumultuous chaos; everywhere floating fragments of wreck and the stain of earth torn from its parent shore; ruin and destruction and nothing that was fair to look upon.

Far out to sea a woman, with a child in her arms, floated alone in a small open boat. Alone they had been saved from a wrecked and sunken ship--saved from drowning, as it seemed, but to die of hunger, and for hours they had tossed helpless at the mercy of the waves. Many a ship had come near them, but the woman's cries were not heard in

the howling of the tempest, and beneath the darkened sky the fluttering rag she waved was lost in the spray which enveloped her. So the ships went on. The woman's voice grew faint, and despair was in her heart. "Let death but come quickly," she cried, "and but for my child it would be welcome--but for my child and for his father await-

ing him at home. I have cried. I have prayed in vain. No help is left in earth or in heaven."

But the little ray wandered on toward her over the sea, and the woman, lift-

ing her heavy lids, saw the coming glimmer on the water. Her breath came quicker, her pale lips trembled, her glance followed swiftly up to the patch of blue sky above, while over her death-

like face and in her duffed eyes there broke a light such as the ray had never seen before. At the sight of it now he flashed back up to the heavens beyond

the clouds. "Come," he cried to his comrades, "come and see, for there is something fairer than aught that has been before, fairer than the sunlit sea or than the laughter on children's lips."

His comrades flocked to his call and poured down through the crevice in the clouds, widening it as they went. Then they stretched themselves, a broad path of light, from the sky above to the lonely boat, which they bathed in their soft radiance.

Across the storm driven sea, cleaving the waves asunder with stately motion, a great ship came. The eyes of those on board her, wearied with gloom, turn-

ed gladly to that bright spot on sky and sea, and turning saw the boat, saw the white face of the woman and her waving signal. So the ship altered her course, and soon the mother and her burden stood safe upon the decks.

Evening drew near. The tempest had fled now, and thus left alone the tired, gray waves, their strength failing and their fury spent, were heaving in sullen

impotence to rest. The clouds, falling away from the sky, gathered themselves in soft, changing masses of vapor around the edge of the sea. The sun, sinking lower and lower, called to the rays to come. Sadly they heard the call.

They bade farewell to their beloved earth in a passion of fervid color. Upon wave and cliff, mountain and cloud,

they rained their glowing kisses, and earth's beauty quivered into new glory, as does a maiden's in her lover's embrace. Then they drew together, a road of golden splendor on the sea as they crowded westward after their depart-

ing king. With slow, majestic motion he sank to rest.

But the little ray hung back. He had found the cloud who had stood his friend that morning, and he waited to give her goodby. He was filling her now with his own golden glory of light as he whispered to her of all the beauty which was in the world. Alas, she would stay with it still in the wonder of the night, the great dark peace which he never might know. He thanked her,

too, in loving words and kisses till she blushed red with pleasure, and then with tender, slow reluctance he drew away from her. As he went the flush faded, passing in gentle change through every shade of russet and purple till the cloud was left alone, resting soft and gray on her twilight couch.

But the little ray was thinking of the light of hope which he had seen in the woman's eyes that day. "Ah," said he

to himself, "if I could only shine like that!" And with this wish in him he lingered still in the sky beneath, color-

ing it a green so pure and so tender that to the woman watching from the ship's deck it seemed as if heaven's own spring were bursting into blossom in her sight.

But the light [?] and the color faded, and she remembered that it was but sun tinted vapor after all. She sigh-

ed, but the sigh left her lips in a smile, for the child laughing stretched his hands to her face. Lovingly she pressed

him closer to her and drew her shawl more warmly round him. "Good night, little one," she whispered. "You must sleep now, for the day is ended. To-

morrow, when the light comes back, you shall wake again." Then she bent her head down toward his face and min-

gled her smiles with his in a long, soft kiss.

That was the last thing which the little ray saw before he, too, followed the sun to rest.--Pall Mall Magazine.

Arrangements have been made by the German military authorities on the first intimation of war to instantly convey by rail all the women and children in such large towns as Metz and Strasburg, as well as smaller places, into Germany.

A MILE OF FISHING LINE.

Catching Sharks by the Ocean Off the California Coast.

Crawling over the rocks on the Laguna beach, near San Juan, in southern California, that hid countless ane-

mones under richly colored seaweeds, I came to a little cave where the fishermen make their headquarters. A great bluff formed the shelter, and as deep water came inshore a harbor was made for landing the dories. A little shanty on the high sand, a dozen boats, a pile

of crawfish traps, the tails of several sharks, told the story, and as a center-

piece a grizzly old fellow, the generalissimo. He was waiting for the baiters, for the line he used needed not one man, but a dozen or more to bait it.

As we stood there they began to come in from the hills and over the beach from one out of the nooks and corners. The tackle used was a fishline a mile in

length. On each end was an anchor and a buoy in the shape of a soldered up oil can, and at every three feet or so of

this line was a hook--600 or more being needed for a single line. The line was laid out in c oils, and the men, sitting around, baited the hook [?] when necessary and coiled the line as they baited.

"Yes," said the sociable old fisherman, "this is a pretty sure way of fishing. You see, we cover a mile of

ground at a time, and every fish that's swimming d own that terriotry [sic] is pretty sure to strike one of the 600 hooks.

They hook themselves, you see. They swallow the bait, then run off with it, or try to, and the weight of the line brings them up with a round turn.

Now we mostly take rock cod, but fish change as the season does.

"We set the trawl at 2 o'clock in the morning. The line is coiled in the stern of the boat, and when we get in the

right spot, clear of the kelp, the anchor is lowered, taking the end of the line down with it. When we strike bottom,

we toss over the buoy and row away, paying out slowly till the end comes, when the other anchor is tossed over and a buoy. Then we have the line stretched over a mile of bottom, with a

bait every two or three feet. Mighty few fish pass it. This we let stay sev-

eral hours, and then we haul in, general-

ly from both ends. Luck varies. I've taken in that line when we almost filled the boat. Every hook would have something.

"Then again luck changes. One day we pulled out to the line, but not a can was in sight. There wasn't any mistake, as we had our bearings exact, so

the only thing to do was to conclude that something had happened. We pulled up and down the coast, then out to sea, and just as we were about giv-

ing it up we saw one of the cans bob up and then disappear.

"We managed to hook it up, and when we began to take it in I thought we had a whale, but the first fish that

hove in sight was a shark about six feet long. Then came a stretch of 20 hooks gone, then a shark, then sharks by the

dozen--in fact, there must have been 20 or 30 sharks on the line, not to speak of those that had been on. We cut them loose the best we could and figured up

our losses in fishhooks, line and bait at about $50. You see, a school of half starved shovel nosed sharks had dropped in just in time and had taken the fish that had been hooked and so got hooked in turn.

"Another time we lost the line for a day, and finally found it foul of a kelp bed, and when we got it up it was next to impossible to take it in. I thought

we had a whale that time, but it was a jewfish. There were seven or eight hooked, and their combined weight

wasn't less than a ton. Some we took, and the rest we cut loose. There isn't much call for boneless cod just now," said the old man, with a mysterious wink.

"Once or twice," he continued, "I have lost the whole [?]. Once a big basking shark wound it up so that we never could clear it, and another time a whale walked off with the whole thing.

Sharks are the worst. When a fish gets hooked, they come along and bite it off, leaving the head. Then another shark comes along and takes the head and the

hook. We get curious things. Sometimes eels get hooked, then sting rays.

Once a big octopus got on, and when it climbed into the boat we got ready to go overboard, but a knock on the head with an oar settled him."--San Francisco Chronicle.

How to Transfer [?]

The [?] it while by dissolving his dram of common yellow soap in a pint of hot water, adding when nearly cold 3[?] fluid ounces spirit of turpentine and shaking thoroughly together. This fluid is applied literally to the surface of the printed matter

with a soft brush or sponge, being care-

ful not to [?], which soon becomes [?], and allow it to soak for a few minutes. Then well dampen the plain paper on which the transfer is

to be made, place it upon the engraving, and subject the whole to a moderate pressure for about one minute. On separating them a reversal usually will be

found on the paper.--Allentown Pa. National Educator.

The scientific papers remark upon the strong current of opinion which has set in against the use of cast steel in the larger details of ships and ship machinery. The tendency to develop flaws in large castings and the [?] loss and delay [?] may be in [?] ed as the great objection.