VOL. XIV.

OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 8, 1894.

NO. 32.

Ocean City Sentinel.

PUBLISHED WEEKLY AT OCEAN CITY, N. J.,

BY R. C. ROBINSON, Editor and Proprietor.

$1.00 per year, strictly in advance. $1.50 at end of year.

Restaurants. MARSHALL'S DINING ROOMS FOR LADIES AND GENTS. No. 1321 Market Street, Three Doors East of City Hall, PHILADELPHIA. STRICTLY TEMPERANCE. MEALS TO ORDER FROM 6 A. M. TO 8 P. M. Good Roast Dinners, with three Vegetables, for 25 cents. Turkey or Chicken Dinners, 35 cents. Ladies' Room up-stairs with homelike comforts. PURE SPRING WATER. OPEN ALL NIGHT.

BAKERY, 601 S. 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 DELIEVERED 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.

Physicians, Druggists, Etc. DR. J. S. WAGGONER, RESIDENT Physician and Druggist, NO. 731 ASBURY AVENUE, OCEAN CITY, N. J. Pure D rugs, 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, 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.

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

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.

L. S. SMITH, CONTRACTOR IN

Grading, Graveling and Curbing.

PAINTING BY CONTRACT OR DAY. Eighth St. and Asbury Ave., OCEAN CITY, N. J.

Plasterers and Brick-Layers.

W. O. STONEHILL. G. O. ADAMS. STONEHILL & ADAMS, Plastering, Range Setting, Brick Laying, &c. All work in mason line promptly attended to. 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.

ISRAEL G. ADAMS, 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 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.

Where Europe and Asia Join.

About 165 miles from Berm, in dense fir forests, this line reaches "Europe," and soon after passing a signpost, like a little Eiffel tower, with Europe inscribed on one side and Asia on the other, the train comes to "Asia." "Europe" and "Asia" are two smart little stations surrounded by firs and birches, but standing each in a little green field full of buttercups. The firs and pines grow chiefly in zone in the extensive forests through which the line passes, and here and there the dark masses are relived by groups of light green birches.

Nijuitaghilsk is the center of the mines of the Demidov family and is famous for its magnetic iron ore and for its malachite. Thence the line runs alongside a lake till the campaniles and towers of Yekaterinburg appear to mark

the site of the pleasant mining capital of a district famous not only for iron, copper and gold, but for opals, beryls, jacinth, chrysolite, rhodonite and many other precious substances, of which superb specimens can be seen in the hermitage in St. Petersburg.

Either from Yekaterinburg or from Kamishlov, 30 miles beyond it, a branch will be constructed to connect the Aral with the Great Siberian railway at Chebabansk or at some point a little farther east. The latter line will run to Omsk, on the Irtish, on either side of which work is already in prog-

ress. At Tara, lower down that river, a great sawmill has been constructed in order that the vast forests between the Obi and the Irtish may be utilized for sleepers, while at Kolyoan, on the termer river, large numbers of workmen are already collected. Steamers have been purchased to bring rails down the Yenisei, past Krasnoyursk, upon which river the line will run on to Irkutsk, on Lake Baikal.--National Review.

Railway Damages In Germany. It is probably little known that the material damages resulting from railroad accidents in Germany have to be borne by the officials who on investigation are found to have caused them and from whose salaries they are gradually deducted. It may be supposed the railway administrations are rarely fully compensated. A case is known of an official, at present stationed in at Berlin, who for 14 years has had to submit to a deduction, but requires 16 years more to work off his indebtedness. Whoever has to make up for the recent disastrous collision at the Silesian station will doubtless leave a heavy debt for his heirs to settle.--Par-is American Register. ___ The latest occupation suggested for the fair sex in England is that of "girl auctioneers."

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GROWN WEARY. "These two-year-olds will make me gray," The [?] said. "They keep me [?] every day, I wish that I was dead. I think [?] picked a winter [?], Then see him disappear. The very best and [?] so poor He lands up in the rear. "[?] wins a stake, I swear that he be good. This [?] of [?] he would break The [?] if he could. Then [?] a pretty win I plunge [?] next time, Then really I worked my tin And haven't got a dime. "Rey del Carreras shows so well He [?] all pay cash. I [?] on him and [?] t tell! How would I be so [?]? It [?] up just like a knife When half way to the wire. I say, "What is there left in life?" and curse him in my ire. "Then comes along Margrane's Frank K--- A rank outsider he And wins in spite an easy way, And that's what's broken me. Why don't these colts run twice alike? Can any man explain Just when and where they're going to strike, And so relieve my brain?"--Chicago Journal.

WHO WAS ALICIA?

Young Mrs. Waterhouse finished the writing of a dutiful letter to her mother. The letter assured the anxious old lady that the writer was quite happy; that there was really no necessity for worry, and that mamma might make herself quite content at Biarritz. Geoffrey was the best of husbands, and although, of course, much engaged at South Kensington with his fearfully abtruse experiments and his new book on steel fibers he was extremely attentive and kind. And she was, with much love, mamma's affectionate daughter, Helen Waterhouse.

as you think. Alicia is a most delightful girl, and it has been a recreation for me, you know, and I have been slogging away so of late, and"--The door slammed. Mrs. Waterhouse went up stairs to her room and hurriedly, very hurriedly, packed a portmanteau. There was time to catch the mail at Charing Cross, and she meant to get away to Biarritz, away from the stifling atmosphere of this house, away from Londn.

"Mamma won't believe it," said young Mrs. Waterhouse, with a kind of comic despair. "She is always wanting to know about the skeleton. Thank goodness there isn't one!"

On the clean blotting pad was an impress of some of her husband's writing. A palette shaped mirror stood on the table, and half unconsciously she turned the pad toward it. "Wonder to whom he has been writing?"

It was quite easy to see. Mrs. Waterhouse glanced at it casually at first, then, her face fiercely pink, with much attention.

"I want you, my dearest, to believe that I am quite true to you. I am bound by certain ties to others, but to you, my sweetheart, my own dearest Alicia"--"Alicia!" cried Mrs. Waterhouse aloud as she panted and sat back in her chair. "Alicia! Alicia who, I wonder?" She knew his writing so well that she could scarce be deceived on that point.

The whole thing in a moment was clear. Her dear mother, with a less cramped experience of the world, had been right, after all.

"There is a skeleton," said the trembling Mrs. Waterhouse. She tore her letter to Biarritz into many pieces. As the last fragment went into the ferns in the fireplace she felt a kiss upon her neck. "Don't do that, please," she cried. "Beg pardon," said her husband. "Did I frighten you?" He took off his hat and adjusted his pincenez. His coolness almost took her

breath away.

"I must say, Geoffrey," she declared, "that I can't help admiring your--your cheek." "My love, I admire yours. I meant to have kissed it just now." She took up a newspaper, and twisting it violently in her excitement made an endeavor to speak with calmness. "I have been reading a rather interesting fragment, Geoffrey. Shall I tell you what it is?"

"Quote away." Mrs. Waterhouse recited from the coign of vantage furnished by a rug the letter to Alicia. The professor dropped his glasses and looked intensely dis-

turbed."

"Now, my dear love." "Oh, no!" said Mrs. Waterhouse. "My dear Helen then, will you allow me to say"--"I only want to know one thing. Did you write this ridiculous stuff, please?" "Why, yes. I'm not going to deny that. Of course it's only a part of the letter to the girl, but if you like I can tell you what happens afterward.

"I don't want to know. If this gets known, what will be thought of you? You will be the laughing stock of all your colleagues."

"That's very true," acknowledged Professor Waterhouse, with concern.

"That's very true, and it must never get known. I can't drop the affair now, unfortunately, but, you know"--he smiled at his wife a little anxiously--

"there really is no harm in it, and I'm not the only man who"--

"Really?" in a tone of remote and

frigid interest.

"I frankly admit, though, that I should be very sorry for it to get known. Of course it seems to you a very foolish thing to do."

"By no means."

"But I really don't believe that I could have endured the strain of writing that new work of mine if at the same time I had not"--"Let me ask you one more question, please. I understand, Geoffrey, that you are sorry now that you ever lent yourself to such a--such a despicable business."

"That's not quite the point, dear." He was recovering now his usual composure. "That's not what I'm sorry for. I'm sorry to be found out. I wanted to keep it quiet. But there's no

earthly reason why anybody but ourselves should know. After all every man has his hobby."

"Geoffrey, I won't listen to you." "Well, my dear, "I can't force you to, can I? I believe if you would only let me tell you the whole affair from begin-

ning to end you wouldn't be so much annoyed about it. It really isn't so bad as you think. Alicia is a most delightful girl, and it has been a recreation for me, you know, and I have been slogging away so of late, and"--

The door slammed. Mrs. Waterhouse went up stairs to her room and hurriedly, very hurriedly, packed a portmanteau. There was time to catch the mail at Charing Cross, and she meant to get away to Biarritz, away from the stifling atmosphere of this house, away from London. She rang for her maid.

"Parker." "Yes, ma'am." "The mail goes at 8 from Charing Cross, I think?"

"It used to go at 8, ma'am," said Parker cautiously. "When we went away, if you remember"--

"Yes, yes, of course. I want you to pack a bag for yourself, and we will catch the mail tonight."

"Catch the mail, ma'am, tonight?" "Yes, yes. Lose no time, please, and send out for a cab."

"Well, I never!" murmured Parker.

Mrs. Waterhouse had some intention of having one fine, big, square scene

with her husband before she left, but there was little time to spare. Moreover, it occurred to her that she could be quite as bitter in a well composed letter to be dispatched from Biarritz as in a hasty interview. "Come along, Parker," she called.

"It's all very well to say come along," muttered Parker discontentedly, "but

this is a rum sort of a game, and I don't 'alf cotton to it."

"We've got 20 minutes. Tell the man to drive carefully, but to drive very fast."

The most galling thing about the whole deplorable affair was the certainty that her mother would meet her at the station with an I-told-you-so-my-poor-lamb expression. Still there was no one else to whom she could go, and at any rate she could always control mamma. She always had done so. Charing Cross. "The mail, lidy?" said the porter civilly. "The mail goes at ite fifteen. It's later'n it use to be." "Parker, will you get some papers? Get one or two for yourself, you know." Parker, still rather inclined to be cross, went to the bookstall. It half restored the excellent maid to complacent submission to what she termed all this ramping about to find the new number of "The Lady's Own Chatterbox" on sale. It was her own particular favorite

journal.

"We'll get in now, Parker," said Mrs. Waterhouse. "There's 20 minutes to wait, but we may as well take our seats. Seconds, please, porter." They found comfortable corner seats. For awhile they watched the stout, perspiring ladies and the slim daughters and the pet dogs. The usually demure Parker sniggered so much when she saw two Frenchmen kiss each other that she dropped "The Lady's Own Chatterbox." Mrs. Waterhouse took it up and held it in her hand. "I must read," she whispered to herself. "I must do something to keep myself from thinking. I shall faint if I don't divert my thoughts." The "Lady's Own Chatterbox" lay on her lap. She put one small foot against the seat opposite and leaned forward to get the steady glare of the electric light on the page.

"Any more going on?" cried the inspector on the platform aggressively.

"We commence this week a story by a new writer, Walter House, entitled 'Alicia's Only Love.' It will be replete with romantic interest, and, in short, a wonderful picture of high class life of the present day, with all its faults and foibles." "Now, then," cried the inspector on the platform in an aggrieved tone to a belated passenger, "are you going on there, or are you not going on?" Mrs. Waterhouse began to read. Chapter 1 was headed, "The Countess." Alicia was half leaning, half reclining on an ottoman reading a delicately scented letter from Sir Harold de Beer. It opened thus: "I want you, my dearest, to believe that I am quite true to you. I am bound by certain ties to others, but to you, my sweetheart, my own darling Alicia"--"Parker!" screamed Mrs. Waterhouse, with a gasp of delight. "Come out quickly." "Right away," shouted the inspector. "Stand away there, please." "Here, stop!" cried Mrs. Waterhouse. She caught up her skirts and jumped nimbly out. An active porter seized her bags, and as the train was moving caught the descending Parker neatly and swung her round upon her feet. "'Ow's that, umpire?" asked the porter. "O-u-t, out!" said the inspector. He turned his hand lamp to Mrs. Waterhouse. "Hope you're all right, ma'am?" "Thank you, yes," said Mrs. Waterhouse breathlessly. "I'm all right now."--Pall Mall Budget. Orange blossoms sometimes grow on a widow's woods.

BRITISH DECORATIVE ART. It Has Suffered a Marked Decline During Recent Years.

The decorative branches of the potter's art are probably those which have received the least attention of those who are frequently writing upon other departments of the craft. It would seem that the exploits of the thrower, the achievements of the turner and the handicraft of the presser have for them the greater attraction. Yet the finished work of these artisans plays but a small part in the general commercial world of buyers. These latter gentry look not only for form, but for decoration of

some kind or another upon which their customers may feast their eyes. Unadorned white or ivory is not considered by them, like nature, adorned the most; hence they ask for printed, gilded and painted goods. And in these departments there have been in late years many changes, of which it may prove interesting to take note. There is no longer the wide demand for classical subjects or for rural scenes that used to exist. A simple, flowering spray, a few tangled fern leaves, with a seashell of some kind or other or bird fixed upon a piece of bamboo work satisfies the general public. And this kind of work, we are told, can be produced by a workman who has but little skill in his art. If this is so, it is to be regretted, but we give the opinion as expressed by a past

master of the art.

Then the cost of such productions is small, and one plate engraving will serve to decorate not only a complete

dinner service, but also a tea and toilet service. Alas for the art as practiced

but a few years ago! Another department of decorative art which has suffered of late in its prestige is that of the gilder. He used to be an artist of no

mean repute, as many of the old dinner, yea and dessert sets will prove. How rich was his treatment in gold on various devices and patterns and how proud our sires used to be of his work! In the days we are speaking of the gilder was an important factor in the

decorating shop of any respectable mannufacturer, and his art had many followers. His occupation is, however, for the most part gone, excepting in a few of our principal manufactories, where the highest specimens of the potter's craft are produced.

Yet, it may be said how, then, do you account for the large quantity of gilded ware now seen in the markets? Easily enough. It is not the work of the male artist, but of young women

and girls, who work for a comparatively low wage as compared with the male.

Then, again, it is not, for the greater part, the "old English" gold you see upon the ware, but an imitation known as "bronze," but which is not of a durable nature. But those changes in the struggle for wealth and not for art, it is to be presumed, must be endured, although in the end we pay dearly for them. The position of the male artist is again usurped by the competitive demand for the cheapness in the painting department, though we do not think to the same extent of his fellow worker, the gilder. Yet it is difficult for many first class painters to find constant employment, owing to the demand which has been fostered for cheap painted ware. A daub to represent a flower or foliage is deemed sufficient, and hence good painting is not so sought after--only upon expensive artware--as it used to be.

But a change may be expected and is sure to come in a claim for better art-

ware with an increasing trade, and then the art workman to whom we have referred may possibly reap an advantage. --British Pottery Gazette.

Back From the Grave to Supper. Jules Carle of Juneau is 78 years old, but vigorous and well preserved. Twen-ty-six years ago he was living in New Westminster, B. C. One morning, as he sat in a restaurant awaiting his ordered breakfast, he suddenly died--at least there was every physical evidence of death. A competent physician examined him and pronounced him dead, a victim of heart disease. He was laid out for

burial, and his friends kept the usual vigil over his body.

All the time he was keenly conscious of what went on about him and could realize the fate in store for him, and yet was as helpless as if he had been really dead. In the afternoon of the next day his friends bore him in sadness to the graveyard. He suffered untold agonies lying in his coffin, with the lid fastened down. He tried in vain to move or make a noise to indicate that he was alive. The trance held him a deathlike prisoner. Finally he could feel himself being lowered into the grave. As the first clod of earth struck the lid of his coffin he began feeling warm blood pulsating from his heart. All at once he could move his hands. He struck the coffin lid and called out for help. The alarmed pallbearers stopped shoveling dirt into the grave. He called again. The majority of those present beat a hasty retreat, alarmed over the fact that the dead had come to life. One courageous friend unscrewed the lid of the coffin and helped him out. He never felt better in his life and [?] about [?] his [?]. The people believed they had witnessed a miracle. He [?]- fered the postmortem [?] and what the [?] him some [?] rushed out [?] with fright.--[?]