Ocean City Sentinel. "THE SEA IS HIS AND HE MADE IT."

VOL. XIV.

OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 15, 1894. NO. 33.

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 Easy 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. Wedding 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 WOOL, Ocean City, N. J. Orders left at 856 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.

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 Street, 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.

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.

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., fur-

nished 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.

D. GALLAGHER, DEALER IN

FINE FURNITURE,

43 South Second Street,

PHILADELPHIA, PA.

L. S. SMITH, CONTRACTOR IN

Grading, Graveling and

Curbing.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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 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.

A Warning to Be Heeded. In one of the cases at the Army and Medical museum there is a long row of small test tubes containing bacterial organisms of several of the most dangerous diseases known to the medical profession. The exhibition is a branch of that department under the management of [?], who conducts experiments in the [?] of the disease germs and specimens on their terms of existence and powers of [?]. Among the collections is a tube labeled "Asiatic cholera," which attracts more attention than any of the others. The tube was filled with gelatin, at the same time being inoculated with cholera. In a little over a month the disease germs developed and multiplied to such an extent as to be plainly visible to the naked eye. In the open end of the tube is [?] a piece of cotton, and although the contents may be seen through the glass doors of the case Manager Flynn of the museum [?] takes the tube out of the case and explains the growth of the germs when particular interest is manifested in the culture by visitors. The other day while showing the cholera tube to a party of visitors a nervous lady approached the group and in an excited manner inquired: "Is that real cholera you have bottled up there?" "Yes, Asiatic cholera," politely replied Mr. Flynn. The woman threw up both hands and exclaimed: "Then, for God's sake, do be careful and don't drop the bottle!"--Washington Post.

Fine Dress Cheap In Paris. A curious source of supply for the wardrobes of poor but high born Frenchwomen is found in the shops of the dealers in female second hand clothing. Owing to the law that whenever any person dies without a will all their personal possessions are to be disposed of at auction and the proceeds divided among their heirs, these dealers are often enabled to buy very elegant and comparatively fresh articles--rich dresses, fine undergarments, bonnets, laces, gloves, stockings, etc., at very low prices at the Hotel [?] at these "sales after decease," as they are called. They have each their special set of customers, to whom anything really good is shown to tempt buyers in general. One would [?] that a really refined lady would prefer wearing a new, cheap gown from the Bon [?] to arraying herself in second hand finery. But satins and velvets and laces always [?] a certain amount of attraction to the feminine mind, and especially is this the case when [?] purchaser associates on terms of social equality with ladies of great wealth, and leaders of Paris fashion, who order every season an estimated [?] of [?] Worth.--Lucy Hoopes in Home Journal.

The Chinese doctor's lot is not wholly a happy one. Four members of the Imperial College of Physicians at Peking failed recently to make a proper diagnosis of the emperor's indisposition, and were punished by being fined a year's salary.

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RESPONSIBILITY. No [?] Flows [?], [?] its course But what name [?] as [?]? No [?]. And [?] somewhere! Who knows What [?] creature? No [?]. Can [?] and strong in its [?] And all [?] not be [?] and stronger thereto. The [?] on high-- The army [?] stand by the throne And [?] makes glorious their own-- Know this, surely, at last. Honest love, [?] sorrow. [?] for the [?] Are [?] the hand they make weary. The heart they [?] the life they have [?] Hush! [?] to the voice of the spirit. [?], "He [?] shall all things in heart!"--Lytton.

A CURE FOR BORES. "I am in trouble," said Bremmer to his friend Sommers, "and I want you to help me out." "Financial?" asked Somers, with a slight contracting of his eyebrows. "Oh, no. Worse than that a good deal." "I didn't know anything could be worse in these panicky times. What is it?"

"I have a friend," said Bremmer, "or a man who thinks himself my friend, and whom for certain reasons I wish to shake off, but he refuses to be shaken. Now, you are a resourceful man and may be able to give me a hint. I have tried everything with Snaggs--every-thing short of positive assault--and all to no purpose."

"What is the matter with him?" asked Sommers.

"The matter is this: He has a boy 7 years old or thereabouts, and he always persists in talking about the lad--in

fact, he can't talk of anything else--and imagines every one as deeply inter-

ested as himself. I have nothing at all against the boy. He is a good enough,

commonplace little fellow, like all the rest of them. I never see any difference in boys myself. They all seem equally objectionable. But Snaggs comes to our home, sits down and talks about his boy until I am nearly driven crazy. I hope you can suggest something for my relief."

"I suggest," said Sommers, "that you take Snaggs to the state of Michigan, U. S. A., and kill him." "Why to Michigan?" queried Bremner. "Oh, simply because they don't hang for murder there, and any penalty short of hanging should be cheerfully borne

to get rid of a man like Snaggs."

"I didn't know you were acquainted

with him," said Bremner excitedly. "I'm not, but I'm afflicted in the

same way myself."

"Nonsense!" cried Bremner. "I never even heard you mention your children."

"I mean that I am afflicted with a friend like Snaggs. It's a daughter in his case. His name is Gregsby. I'm even worse off than you are, for this only daughter is but 5 years old. You are two years ahead of me. By and by the boy will reach years of discretion, and he will get there quicker than Gregsby's girl." "I don't know about that," Bremner replied gloomily. "Girls grow up so much faster than boys do." "But they never reach years of discretion, you know." "I don't believe any son of Snaggs' will either. The boy's father hasn't, at any rate. But I say, Sommers, an idea strikes me. Why not introduce Snaggs and Gregsby to each other?" "That wouldn't be a bad plan," replied Sommers cheerfully, "and then we might bet on them. I'll back my man to be the greater bore." "There wouldn't be any use in betting," said Bremner, "for if your man is as bad as mine it could only end in a

draw."

"Bring your man round, and we'll test the case." "Shall I Snaggs to your house tomorrow night then?" asked Bremner. "Yes, and if you're in for a bet I'm your victim. I have great faith in Gregsby and would like to have a little stake on him." "It's a serious subject with me," replied Bremner. "Oh, very well, then, I'll expect you tomorrow night about 8 o'clock, though I suspect your man is not half so capable a bore as mine." It was a few minutes before 8 o'clock when Gregsby pressed the electric button at the Sommers residence. Sommers heard him talking to Mrs. Sommers in the hall, saying: "Oh, yes, thank you, she is quite well. I'll tell you something funny that she said today to her mother." Sommers groaned and helped himself to a quantity of the stimulant provided for his guests. The next moment Gregsby appeared, smiling, and Sommers greeted him with well feigned cordiality. Very soon the bell rang again, and a few minutes after Bremner was introducing Snaggs to the two sitting in the smoking room. "Beastly weather this," said Gregsby to the newcomers. "I don't mind the weather myself, but when a man has children he is compelled to think of it." "Have you children?" asked Snaggs, with apparent interest. "I've a little boy myself, but he doesn't mind the weather in the least."

"I shouldn't say children," replied Gregsby. "I have one little girl, and she is only 5 years old, but wonderfully knowing for her age, and this weather is so bad that she misses her walk with her mamma. We never trust her without a nurse, you know"--"I was saying," broke in Snaggs, "that I have a little boy myself. He is 7, and he goes out in all sorts of weather. I don't believe in coddling children. And that reminds me of a clever thing he said to me this morning. He always comes a little [?] of the way with me when I staff for the office. He"--

"Ah, yes," interrupted Gregsby, "but girls are delicate little creatures and have to be taken care of." "Quite so," agreed Snaggs. "I admit that there are disadvantages about girls that boys are quite free from." "Disadvantages!" cried Gregsby. "You don't mean to say that a great clumsy boy is to be compared with a neat little girl? I would rather have a girl any day, big or little, than a boy."

"Oh, every one to his taste," said Snaggs loftily. "By the way, Bremner, did I tell you what my boy said the other day when I took him to have his hair cut?"

"No," said Bremner enthusiastically. "Tell it to us, Snaggs." "Girls," put in Gregsby, "don't have to have their hair cut. My little girl has the most beautiful of golden hair you ever saw. You've seen it, Sommers. Every one turns to look at her when she walks out with her mother." "Humph!" said Snaggs, with illconcealed contempt. "I was saying that I took my boy to have his hair cut, and it was the first time that he had ever been to a barber's shop. A man was being shaved, and his face was all over lather. Without a word the boy drew his hands from mine and bolted for home, running so fast that I didn't overtake him until he was at the door. 'What did you do that for, you young rascal?' I said. "'Oh, papa,' he answered, 'if my face is going to break out like that, I don't want to have my hair cut.' Funny, wasn't it? He thought the lather was the result of the hair cutting. He's awfully quick at reasoning, that boy." "Well, it seems to me that he didn't reason to a very correct conclusion. Now, my little girl was having a dress fitted the other day, and she asked the dressmaker where the dress orchard was. She thought that dresses grew on

trees."

"I must confess that I can't see much reason about that," said Snaggs spitefully, "if you are giving it as an instance of reasoning against what my boy said of the man at the barber's." "Reasoning?" hotly replied Gregsby. "I never said anything about reasoning. It was poetical. She thought dresses grew on trees, and that ribbons were the blossoms. She told me so herself. And then another time she and her mother were conversing"--"You'll have to excuse me," said Snaggs, rising. "I remember now that I have an appointment at the club. I forgot it, Bremner, when I promised to come here with you." "Oh, don't go yet," said Bremner. "Tell us that story about what the boy said to the organ grinder." "Ah, yes," said Snaggs eagerly, apparently forgetting his appointment in the joy of narration. "Mr. Sommers didn't hear that one, did he? Well, one day an organ grinder stopped in front of our house"--"I don't wish to interrupt," put in Gregsby, also rising, "but I promised Mrs. Gregsby that I would be home almost directly. I merely came over, Sommers, to tell you that I could not stay tonight." "Oh, well," cried Sommers and Bremner simultaneously, rising and holding out their hands, "if you really must go, why, you must, I suppose." "I am very glad to have made your acquaintance, Mr. Gregsby," said Bremner as he shook hands and wished him good night, and he added: "I wish you would come over some night and see me. My friend Mr. Snaggs here often pops in, and we will all get better acquainted." "And you, Mr. Snaggs, drop in and see me," said Sommers. "You will be nearly always sure of meeting Gregsby here. Come in often and have a chat. I have a lot of boys myself, and I like to hear about them." "That man Gregsby is a blanked idiot," said Snaggs to Bremner a few days after, "and I give you notice that if he comes to your house I won't." And as Gregsby said almost the same thing to Sommers let us hope that the acid of one neutralizes the alkali of the other.--Idler.

RUSKIN'S WEDDING ROMANCE. The Story of the Eccentric Critic's Marriage and Divorce. John Ruskin did a strangely wayward thing when he consented to get married. He did a most erratic and, to the public, a most despicable thing when he arranged for his divorce. He had accosted some of the [?] womanhood that men sometimes read and talk about, and he looked for his ideal companion. One night he [?] to the dressing room of a London friend, who, without his knowing it, [?] the young lady to meet the eyes of the great writer. It was a [?] night. He was 33, and she looked like a Greek goddess. He was dignified. She was a tall, graceful girl at 10, with a face and figure as faultless as one of the statues of old. No one ever expected Ruskin to fall in love, and he did not. She was poor, needed a home and its comforts, and so they were married. Their [?] was peaceful, friendly, kindly to the highest degree, but there was not a spark of affection to enlighten their existence. She admired the great man she had married and was grateful for the wealth and comfort he showered on her. He worshiped her as he would the marble made lifelike by the sculptor's chisel. There was nothing [?] about the life they led as husband and wife, and she was a woman who in her heart, like all true women, laughed at the traditions that made her sex love distant worship.

One day Ruskin brought an artist to paint his wife's picture. And the man was Millais, and he was a bright, cheery, handsome fellow, human every inch of him, with a great and absorbing love for the beautiful and a willingness to tell of his love. He began to paint the portrait of the magnificent woman, and when he had finished he was in love with his friend's wife. Womanlike she saw it, and perhaps she was not full of sorrow and reproach. It was the first tribute of real manly love that had ever laid at her feet. And Ruskin! His wide eyes saw the romance that was weaving around those two lives, and his heart realized how little affection he had to lavish on the woman he had made his wife. How he told her the story of his pride in her, and the sacrifice he was to make for her, while she lay prone at his feet, is one of the things which only he or she could tell. It is difficult to obtain a divorce in England, but John Ruskin secured it for her, and one bracing morning in the early winter, a month after the divorce was granted, Ruskin stood beside the couple in one of London's quiet churches and saw them made man and wife. That was a good many years ago, and since then Millais has become rich and famous and is now Sir John, and his wife is my Lady Millais. The warmest, sturdiest friend the struggling painter had in his toiling days was the man whose wife he had married, and through all the years of Millais' later success and greater honor John Ruskin has been the welcome guest and daily visitor to the man and woman, whose lives he so unselfishly crowned with happiness. It is a strange story, and the world knows little about it, and some men have condemned him, as some women have censured her. But the two men and that one woman who knew best have been happy and contented with the change that John Ruskin's pure unselfishness brought into their lives. And so the world should not complain.--Chicago News.

Mummy Wheat. The belief in the vitality of mummy wheat is so persistent that it probably will not be overthrown by the result of careful tests on Lord Winchelsea's farm. Every visitor to Egypt is besought by the Arabs to buy wheat which is declared to be a veritable portion of the grain Joseph stored in Pharaoh's granaries, but which are really gathered in the nearest wheatfield. The Arabs have even been impudent enough to offer indian corn, which is of American origin, to credulous tourists as "from a mummy." A few months ago Lord Sheffield, on his return from Egypt, gave Lord Winchelsea a handful of wheat which he had himself taken from a sarcophagus containing a mummy. A hundred of these grains were carefully planted under a glass frame. After some weeks it was discovered that the seeds had rotted away.--Philadelphia Ledger.

Legal Injustice to Women. A young man and wife start out together in a small investment, depending for profit on the joint labor of one behind the counter, or both, as business may require, the wife being the domestic manager. Nine times in ten, under my observation, the wife works the harder. She works in the kitchen; she works in the store; she does not indulge in luxuries. If, after 10 years of common toil, including the blessed relief of motherhood and its joyful added cares, he, under our lax divorce laws, should brutally cast her off on one of the many pretexts found now sufficient, the equity of that wife and mother in the property of which she fully halved the making is not recognized except by caprice of course or license of flexible statutes. I must say that the disposition of the judiciary has been almost invariably on the side of equity, but common law and statutory bars still operate heavily upon the wife and mother. The mother, however abject her poverty, wants the child or the children and will work herself to the bone to maintain and educate them. Under the laws that lie on the books of most of our states, she cannot get her moiety of the material goods to which she is in conscience entitled, except after expense and delay, if she succeed even then. She rarely succeeds.--Philadelphia Times.

Pens Don't Go. "Drop that!" The prominent attorney who had just picked up a pen in the recorder of deed's office to affix a few additional annotations to a document he was about to file looked up in astonishment at his friend Sam de Jong's warlike order. "Drop that pen, I say!" continued De Jong, smiling. "Don't you know that's a criminal offense?" The lawyer said he didn't, and the D. R. then explained to him that there was a statute which provides that no one but a sworn employee of the department shall use a pen in the office of recorder of deeds under penalty of prosecution. "You folks can come in here and use a pencil all you like," he continued, "but as soon as you pick up a pen and commence to write you lay yourself liable to arrest. See?" The lawyer looked up Mississippi's laws and saw.--St. Louis Post-Dispatch.

No matter how fortunate we may be in the present, it must be said that the future has a grave aspect for all alike.