VOL. XIV.

OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, OCTOBER 18, 1894.

NO. 29.

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 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, 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. GALLAGER, 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.

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. 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. 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, CONTRATOR 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.

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 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 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. 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 build, 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.

Kite Flying In Burma. Mr. E. D. Cuming, author of "In the Shadow of the Pagoda," describes the Burmese as much given to kite flying, an amusement that they contrive to enjoy with a minimum of bodily exertion. Their method of operations of very simple. Says Mr. Cuming:

You pare down two 12 inch slips of bamboo, tie them at their centers crosswise, run a thread around the four tips and paste upon this frame one thickness of paper. Tie a nail or a small screw nut to one corner, and your kite is made. The altitude that a well made kite of this kind will reach is wonderful, and the lightest breath of wind will take it up. A hundred and fifty or 200 yard

of strong sewing thread, wound on a skeleton reel of 1 inches in diameter and 8 inches in length, completes the equipment.

Then, having started the kite by a process of gentle playing, you squat down in the middle of the street, so as to keep your thread clear of the houses and let the kite help itself.

If you have fastened the thread with cunning, the kite rises almost perpen-

dicularly, bringing you joy in the envy and admiration of those who cannot make a steeper angle than 40 degrees.

The kite having taken out all the thread, you sit and contemplate it poised still and clear in the upper air for a few hours.

In Rangoon, on a still morning or evening, hundreds of kites float over the Burmese quarter of the town, some nearly out of sight, others hovering just above the roofs. When driving, your syce has frequently to halloo out of the way a middle aged man who is backing slowly down in midstreet coaxing his kite up. He goes about the business with a ponderous solemnity that raises it to the dignity of a science.

This Happened In Chicago. A little Chicago 5-year-old (everything happens in Chicago this summer) was, according to a raconteur on a suburban piazza last week, at one time bidden by her mother to be very good on a certain evening when the pastor and his wife were to take tea with her parents.

"You must not speak unless you are spoken to; if you really want anything you must ask for it very prettily and properly," was the oft repeated injunc-

tion of the mother, and the child sat down at the table with a crushing sense of the importance of the occasion.

As the meal progressed she found her-

self in need of something. The minister sat next her, and after due consideration she decided to appeal to him. "Mr. A.," she began, raising her grave blue eyes to his face, "will you please, for Christ's sake, to pass me the butter?"--New York Times.

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GOOD NIGHT. Pale in the amber flooded west A horned moon dips low, And soft through silver silences The rose winds faintly blow. Yet still a horned moon shall lend A lance of lingering light To cross the wind, to cross the dusk And give my life good night. The long lake rippling through its reeds Hath lilies all ablow. At fall of dew each sleepy flower Folds up her leaves of snow. Yet one fair lily bud shall wake To smile all virgin white Across the dark, across the dew And give my love good night. The light may fall, the lily fade, The lightning's lurid glow Flame in the sky, the rose winds rise To storms that rudely blow. Yet constant still, as rose to June, This heart shall take delight Across the dark, across the world To give my love good night. --Martha McCulloch Williams in Godey's.

A DROP OF BLOOD.

In the summer of 1888 I was employed to look after some legal business at Boone Courthouse, W. Va. Leaving the railroad at Brownstown and taking directions and a horse from my landlord at that point, I set out through the

mountains early in the afternoon, expecting to reach Racine in time for supper.

As the afternoon waned, however, I noticed that the road became constantly rougher and apparently more unfrequented until it was little more than a deserted pathway that crossed and recrossed the gravelly bed of a dry creek in a mad effort to remain in the narrow valley that wound circuitously among the mountains, whose black timbered summits seemed to stretch higher and

higher above me in the gathering twilight. It being a cloudy day, I was completely mystified as to the points of

the compass, and it now became evident to me that I had in some manner missed

my way. I had already gone too far to retrace my steps before nightfall, so that unless I speedily found shelter I would be obliged to pass the night in the open air.

Being in nowise pleased with this prospect, I concluded to press on a lit-

tle farther before abandoning the quest and had barely formed this resolution when a bend in the pathway brought me into full view of what appeared to be a large, square, southern mansion,

surrounded by trees and situated a lit-

tle way up the slope of a remarkably lofty mountain that rose precipitously behind it.

A nearer approach revealed an out-

ward appearance of outgrowth and di-

lapidation. The fence had fallen down in several places. The open gate was barely supported by its rusty hinges.

The yard was a mass of weeds. The condition of the house I could not de-

termine in the dim light made dimmer by the heavy shadows of the trees. Between the tall weeds and briers there was a wide stone walk leading from the gate to the front door. The prospect was not an inviting one, but as my situation had become somewhat desperate I determined if possible to obtain accommodations for the night. My repeated knocks elicited no response beyond a hollow echo, and concluding the place to be deserted I tried the door. Somewhat to my surprise, it yielded, the rusty hinges creaking terribly as I pushed it wide open. As I entered I was greeted by that musty, lifeless odor common to places long closed and uninhabited. I had matches with me, and striking one I looked about me. I was in a wide hall. Before me a dark staircase, partially whitened with dust, led to rooms above. To the left and right were closed doors, and attached to the white casement of the latter was a little bracket candelabra containing a cluster of six half consumed wax candles. Lighting two of these, I took one of them from the holder, and opening the door at my right entered. The room in which I found myself was apparently the parlor of the deserted mansion. The dust covered haircloth furniture, which had evidently been for many years undisturbed, was a style massive and once much in vogue. A number of paintings and engravings were upon the walls in tarnished gilt frames. A large chandelier suspended in the center of the room was of elaborate workmanship. The floor was covered with a heavy matting, the exact nature of which I could hardly determine, owing to the thick covering of dust. Passing on to the adjoining room, I was not disappointed in finding it to be a large bedroom with all the appointments peculiar to an old time southern home of wealth. I approached the tall canopied bed in the opposite corner and drew back the curtains. It was ready for the guests for which it had so long waited. The bedding was yellow with age, but the canopy had protected it from the dust. It had not been occupied

for years.

I confess I was possessed with a sense of awe amid these surroundings, but not being of a timid nature I determined to pass the night beneath this roof in preference to enduring the heavy fog that always gathers at night in these mountains. Leaving my candle lighted, I returned to my horse and arranged his bridle rein so that he could eat the grass for a considerable space about him. Then, removing the saddle, I returned with it to my strange quarters. Prying open one of the creaking windows and its heavy shutters to let fresh air into the musty apartment, I fasten-

ed back the draperies of the tall bed and threw back the long unused bedding, the odor of which reminded me of [?]ments. To relieve this somewhat I covered the pillow with my coat, and removing only my outer garments I lay down, for I was greatly fatigued with riding, an exercise to which I was totally unaccustomed.

My candle I had, with a few drops of melted wax, affixed to a small table near the center of the room, and having no desire to remain in darkness in this lonely place I left it burning. As I lay there, wondering at my strange surroundings and not altogether free from a sense of fear at the silence and shadows of the deserted place, I now noticed for the first time that beyond my candle and a little to the left there hung against the partition wall separating the two rooms a full length portrait of a lady. The picture was an oil painting and the execution admirable. It was fully life size, and the frame that inclosed it wide and elaborate, although now tarnished and dusty.

But it was the figure itself that most attracted me. The face was that of a woman not beyond 20 years of age and beautiful in the extreme. Her hair was a wealth of glistening gold, her dress that of a bride. The picture appeared to have suffered but little from age, and the light as it fell upon it made the view from my position remarkably good. As I lay there in silent contemplation of this beautiful portrait I forgot any recipient fears that hovered about me and fell to speculating upon the history of this deserted house and the story of that fair bride. I was too tired to muse long. My eyelids grew heavier, and I caught myself mingling fact and fancy without being able to distinguish them. Then I fell asleep.

I do not know what time it was when I woke, but it must have been very late, for I noticed that the candle had burned low and was flaring wildly as from a draft. At that moment a fear came upon me such as I had never known. Ad iciness seemed creeping over my body, beginning at my feet and extending rapidly upward. I was trembling as with an ague.

A slight rustling sound from the next room attracted me, and turning my eyes involuntarily in that direction I almost expired from fear, for into the chamber, her head bowed and wringing her hands in evident distress of mind, there entered the lady of the portrait. The counterpart was exact--the dress, the pattern of the lace, even the rings upon her slender white fingers. That it was a spirit I never for a moment doubted. Slowly she approached the bedside without noticing me at first and seated herself in a heavy armchair a few feet away, still moaning and wringing her beautiful hands. Raising her eyes at last, she seemed to become conscious of

my presence and spoke.

"Oh, pray for me," she moaned, "pray for my soul. Oh, pray for me." I know not what power possessed me at that moment, but suddenly, in spite of my abject terror, I found myself upright upon my knees in the bed pouring forth a prayer for the beautiful, distressed spirit before me. As the words fell from my lips--words which seemed to be uttered through rather than by me--I noticed that she seemed to grow calmer and at last turned her sorrow stricken face full upon me. I noticed, too, and with the utmost terror, that the candle had burned down to the wood, and that in another moment we would be in darkness. Still the earnest words poured from my lips, and the face before me seemed to be growing misty in the flickering light of the expiring candle. Suddenly the figure rose from the chair, and taking one step toward me stretched forth her exquisite arms above mine and vanished. As she did so I distinctly felt something hot, like wax from a dripping candle, fall upon the back of my right hand. At that instant, too, the candle gave one

final flare and went out.

When consciousness returned, I was lying across the bed, and the sun was streaming in at the open window. For a moment I was a little dazed at my surroundings; then it all came back to me. Seized with a wild panic--such panic as possesses stampeding cattle--I caught up my clothes and my horse's saddle and fled. As I passed the portrait its eyes seemed to follow me and added to my terrors. Through the dusty rooms, out of the weed grown yard, I tore as one distraught to where my horse was quietly waiting. A moment later I was urging him down the unfrequented path.

Not until I was far away did I pause in my frantic flight. Then, suddenly remembering, I glanced at the back of my right hand, and there--round, red and dry, like a crimson wafer--was a drop of blood.--Detroit Free Press.

Pitiable Ignorance. Wife--John, what's seigniorage? Husband--Is it possible you are so ignorant as that? "Yes. I want to know." "Seign--don't you read the papers? Any child could tell you." "Well, what does it mean?" "Why, my dear, I should be ashamed to have you in public. You must read up"--"John." "Well?" "What is meant by seigniorage?" "Well, what does it mean?" "Seign--er--wh--but I won't humor such pitiable ignorance. I'm perfectly astounded. I'm ashamed of you."--Cleveland Plain Dealer.

The father of Thackeray was a clerk in the service of the East India company.

STRANGE FUNERAL CUSTOMS. Points on the Manner In Which Various Countries Observe Them. Some singular customs in relation to funerals and not generally known among English people prevail in other lands, and many of those with which travelers have made us familiar appear nevertheless somewhat strange to us.

A recent resident in Valparaiso states that the Chileans make a funny side even to a funeral. The more degraded class look upon the death of a relative as an excuse for wild orgies, and the body, especially if it be that of a child, is kept in the house for festive purposes for many days after death and sometimes even lent to friends who are not so fortunate to possess a corpse of one of their own relatives.

On the continent we had a great variety in funeral ceremonies and observances. In Paris more outward manifestations of respect are paid to the dead than in any other city. When a funeral passes through the street, it is the custom for all men to take off their hats and bow their heads until the cortege has passed, women expressing their sorrow by the conventional courtesy. As a contrast to this a funeral at St. Petersburg is considered quite a jolly affair, outward expressions of sorrow, etc., being delegated to professional mourners, who abound in the city. The employment of these mourners is gen-eral--the richer the deceased and the bigger the funeral--any many of the inhabitants gain a good living by simply mourning for other people. They are expected to fill the church with hideous moans and yells, and at the grave they must--and do--scream and yell as though suffering the wildest paroxysm of grief. If their employer is satisfied that these duties have been carried out in an efficient and satisfactory manner, the mourners--in addition to their remuneration, which varies from 1 to 5 silver roubles--are entertained at a banquet after the funeral is over. It is in Italy, however, where many of the funeral customs have remained unchanged from the middle ages to the present time, that the poetry of burial is brought out more fully than in any part of the world. Many of the customs, besides being picturesque and beautiful, are extremely touching. Even so far back as the days of the Roman republic the mourning and sacrifices were continued for nine days, and, by the women, mourning habiliments were worn for a year after the death of a near relative. The funeral procession was an observance in which all connected with the deceased took part. This procession always took place at night and was headed by men, who sang the funeral song. Then the corpse, in the mouth of which a coin was placed to pay his ferriage across the Styx, was carried on a couch, generally by freedmen. The family followed, the men with heads uncovered, the women with disheveled hair, beating their breasts and uttering piercing cries. Finally the corpse was placed on a funeral pyre, which the nearest relative kindled, and while it was being consumed perfumes, oil, food and clothing were thrown on the pyre. Among many other old customs which have survived till today is the Misericordia confraternity at Florence for the care of people injured by accident and their burial in the case of death. The members of the society are never seen in public without wearing a masking hood and habit, and while performing their duties they defy individual identification. In Venice much pomp is displayed, especially if the deceased was a noble or high dignitary of the state. The gondola, highly decorated, becomes a perfect blaze of lights and torches as it passes through the city to the necropolis. In the case of a young woman the ceremony of conveying the body to the grave is full of poetry and grace. Reclining on a raised couch, covered with flowers, the dead girl, "floating on her funeral bier," like Elaine, the maid of Astolat, is conveyed to an island, and after the preliminary service the requiem begins, and loving hands place the body in its last resting plcae.--Cas-sell's Magazine.

Chemistry In India.

The following answers were collected from a written examination in chemistry recently held in an Indian university: Sulpher is a smellful gas. Nitrogen is a remarkable lazy gas and is good for nothing. Carbon always exists in a dark room. There is no living being in the world that does not contain carbon. Gas is made by filling a poker with coal and heating it. Chlorine gives botheration to the throat. Hydrogen is a colorless, invincible gas and burns itself without anybody's help. Nitric acid is used in the preparation of current electricity. It is very bad for teachers to pour it on our hands. Soda is formed by heating castor oil and potash. Caustic soda is used in the manufacture of soda water, and this is used in medicine for purgative purposes. Caustic soda is used as a summer drink. Quicklime is made by pouring water on slacked lime. We can eat this substance (CaO). It has the power of digesting food. Lime is used as a kind of gum for builders to stick bricks together.--Chemist and Druggist. _________ Human hair varies in thickness from the two-hundred-and-fiftieth to the sixhundredth part of an inch. The coarsest fiber of wool is about one-five-hundredth part of an inch in diameter; the finest only the one-thousand-five-hundredth part.