VOL. XIV.

OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 22, 1894. NO. 34.

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.

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.

Restaurants. MARSHALL'S DINING ROOMS

FOR LADIES AND GENTS. No. 1321 Market Street, Three Doors East of City Hall, PHILADELPHIA. STRICTLY TEMPERANCE. MEALS TO ORDER FROM 6 A. M. TO 8 P. M.

Good Roast Dinners, with three Vegetables, for 25 cents. Turkey or Chicken Dinners, 35 cents. Ladies' Room up-stairs with home-like comforts. PURE SPRING WATER. OPEN ALL NIGHT.

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

FLOUD AND FEED, No. 721 Asbury Avenue, OCEAN CITY, N. J.

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.

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.

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.

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.

D. GALLAGHER, DEALER IN

FINE FURNITURE, 43 Sound 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.

Plasters 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. 703 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.

Two Safe Professions. A writer of verse not wholly unknown to fame rejoices in the possession of a charming little country place not many miles from the metropolis, the lawns of which are carefully looked after by a clever young Irishman. It so happened that during the business depression of

last summer the young Irishman's brother was thrown out of employment by the shutting down of the mills which

were the chief industry of the town,

and John, the poet's gardener, was very

much overcome at the prospect of hav-

ing to support his fraternal relative through the winter.

His employer had frequently asked after the brother's health and encouraged his gardener to confide his woes in him, believing that sympathy begets good service, and recently John said, in response to one of these inquiries:

"He's shtill out uv worruk, sorr. That's th' trouble wid worrukin in mills. Oi wuz tellin Patsey lasht noight he'd betther get into some other thrade --like yures or moine, sorr."

"Like yours or mine, eh?" said the poet.

"Yis, sorr, for, as Oi said to him, sorr, no matter how dull business gets, there's jest as manny weeds to be pulled an pomes to be writ."--Harper's Magazine.

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.

He Thought It Would. "You must excuse me," said the timid woman from the country, walking up to the clerk of a down town hotel the other day, "but I am so ignorant of city ways that I must ask for instructions. Now, in case I wan ta street car, what do I do?" The clerk started to explain politely, but the woman was too loquacious to let him say more than a word or two. "I don't like to run about and shout and wave my arms and make myself conspicuous," she interrupted. "What I want to know is whether the car will stop if I simply stand quietly in the middle of the track and wait for it to come up to me." The clerk thought it would.--Buffalo Express.

A NEW PARLIAMENTARY POINT.

Colonel O'Keefe Creates a Laugh at the Fenian Convention.

At the Philadelphia Fenian convention in 1865 a violent discussion between the two factions was interrupted by the announcement that an "envoy from Ireland" had just arrived with important information from the "men in the gap." The "envoy" entered the hall amid a look of expectancy and advanced to the platform with a dashing, military stride. He was about 30, fresh faced with a huge blond mustache and a pair of azure eyes that fairly blazed. This was Captain James Murphy, an heroic officer of the Army of the Potomac, who had risked liberty and even life to accomplish his mission. He was received with loud cheers as O'Mahony took the packet of the Irish executive from his hands and introduced him in feeling words. The colonel then asked: "Is everything secure? Are the spies guarded against?" "No," responded a voice, "there is no sentinel in the gallery." "Will some member volunteer for the duty?" inquired the head center. "I will!" shouted a wiry little merchant tailor from Cairo, Illa., whom our delegation had dubbed "Colonel O'Keefe." "Let the gentleman into the loft," said O'Mahony, "and let him remain there until this reading is finished." O'Keefe left for his post of duty with the air of Macdonald when he was ordered to charge and break the Austrian center at Wagram.

After order was restored O'Mahony proceeded with the reading. The document painted the situation in Ireland in hues the most roseate. As the reading was drawing to a close and while the convention was hushed in rapt attention a voice from the gallery broke the spell and startled the multitude. "Mr. Speaker--Mr. Speaker, sir!"

"What is it--what does the gentleman wish?" inquired O'Mahony, rather astonished at the vociferous interruption.

Now, Colonel O'Keefe, like some of his brethren, had been out the previous night eating oysters and drinking bottled ale, and he was hardly in physical condition for a prolonged vigil. His mind was filled with fragments of parliamentary lore which had been hurled around the convention chamber during the preceding two days. "Mr. Speaker, sir--I want to get down out of this." "The gentleman," said O'Mahony in his most sepulchral tones, "must remain where he is until this document is read through. The men at home must not be exposed to danger. The gentleman will please not interrupt any more." Colonel O'Keefe subsided for the time being, and the reading was again proceeded with. In the middle of a most important and exciting paragraph the voice from the gallery again made itself heard. "Mr. Speaker--Mr. Speaker, sir!" "What is it now?" growled out O'Mahony, knitting his brows, brushing back his thick brown hair from his white forehead and looking decidedly savage. "Mr. Speaker, sir!" yelled Colonel O'Keefe. "Begorrs, sir, I rise to a point of necessity!"

The convention immediately shook with a very earthquake of prolonged merriment, O'Mahony himself going almost into convulsions of laughter. After he had somewhat recovered his composure he said, "Let the gentleman out," and the episode ended.--John F. Finerty in Donahoe's Magazine.

Business. First Guest--Hi, waiter, open that window, please. The room is suffocating. Waiter--Yessir. (Opens the window.)

Second Guest--Waiter, there's draft enough to kill one. Shut the window!

Waiter--Yessir. (Shuts the window.)

First Guest--Waiter, open that window again this minute! Waiter--Very good, sir! (Goes to the landlord.) One of the gentlemen wants the window open, and the other

wants it shut. What am I to do?

Landlord--Obey the gentleman who hasn't had dinner yet.--Home Queen.

AFTER MASSENET. ["The Invocation."] Come, thou enchantress of my soul, Beauty divine enrobes thee. Mythical [?] of [?] thou art. Thy music well inthralls me. I follow thee with rapturous flight, No spot on earth can stain thou, The [?] of [?], My soul's brain[?] I thus [?] thee.--Brooklyn Eagle.

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HIS LAST CRIB. "I ain't," observed Burglar Joey Brown as, wheezing and gasping, he struggled through Lord Heathington's scullery window. "I ain't as narrer as I used to be when I fust entered the purfession, not by a long chalks. I'm puttin on flesh, that's wot I'm doin, and it's time I left off burglin and took a pub. Lawd, but that's made me sorter sultry!"

Burglar Joey Brown took a large red handkerchief from one of his suspiciously capacious pockets and wiped his face with energy. He was an old hand at the game, was Joey. True, he had been "quodded" once or twice, but what of that? Every burglar whose soul is in his work must expect to be "quodded" occasionally during his career. Besides those doses of "penal" afford time for reflection and rest.

Joey had made his way cautiously from the mews which lay at the back of Lord Heathington's town residence, and when he had reached the small courtyard which separated the stables from the main building the rest had been easy, and here he was in the scullery.

Joey rubbed his face until it shone like a copper kettle and then returned the handkerchief to his pocket. "If this 'ere exploit," said Mr. Brown, addressing the tubs and bowls around him, "turns up trumps and brings in the dibs, well"--with a satisfied chuckle--"Joey Brown and burglin will part company. Joe Brown is getting too fat for this kind er work. And now, as Macbeth observes in the play, 'Let us away,' and inspect 'is lordship's valyoobles." Joey, whose boots, it is hardly necessary to explain, had been left in a shady corner of the mews, made his way noiselessly out of the scullery into the kitchen and thence into the corridor.

"These footmen," said Joey, who seemed to be perfectly acquainted with his whereabouts, "snore like dogs. I might do a 'ornpipe in boots 'ere and never be 'card with that hawful row goin on."

After looking in on the slumbering footman for a moment Mr. Brown pro-

ceeded on his way and ascended to the first floor.

"They've several little articles in the drorin room wot I want to inspect," he murmured, "after which we will pay our custom'ry wisit to the plate closet." Joey made his way quietly into the drawing room, but before annexing anything of value he deposited himself upon a divan and grew poetical. "Just to think," he murmured, "on'y this one crib, and then I've done with the purfession forever. Little pub in the country--shady medders--cows and sheeps baain--new laid eggs and milk--there will Joe Brown spend the hautumn of his days--the evenin of a useful career. 'E will go to church, be a church warding." Here Joey gave cent to a most unctuous chuckle. "Just fancy, Joey 'andin the bag! Oh, wot delights are in store for Joe Brown when 'e retires from business! It won't be long afore there's a Mrs. Joseph either. Wot, oh, wot is home without a mother? And now, Joe, you must gag a bit and get to work on these 'ere golden"--

Creak!

Joe sat up with a start, and then, with wonderful alacrity for a man of his bulk, left his seat and slid behind a screen which stood near him.

Creak!

"Somebody on the move," said Joe softly. "There's a door goin." He listened intently, and his quick ears soon detected the sound of footsteps crossing the hall. Arrived at the foot of the staircase, the person, whoever it was, began to ascend, upon which the burglar left his place of concealment, crawl-

ed to the door and peeped out.

"'Is lawdship!"

Joe quickly got back to his screen and decided to give the master of the house a good half hour in which to get to bed and to sleep. "That was a narrer shave," he soliloquized. "Supposin I 'adn't 'eard 'im and 'e'd come plump in 'ere and found me restin on 'is sofay! W'y, it 'ud' 'ave meant goodby to the pub and 'ow ore yer?' to the Scrubbs or Portland. This ought to teach you, Joey, that, like other wocations, burglin is never entirely learnt. Now, suppose we"--

Creak!

"Some one else abaht!" was Joey's classic utterance as he once more crawled to the door and peeped out. There was some one else about. As Joey peeped out a tall, dark man in evening dress issued from the room facing that which was honored with Mr. Brown's presence and stood for a moment examining something which glistened in the moonlight, for, contrary to Joey's expectations, the moon has disengaged herself from the clouds which had previously enveloped her and was now shedding her soft light on the world beneath her. Whatever the thing was that he was examining the man put it quickly into the inside pocket of his dress coat and then made his way to the staircase. As the ray which came through the fan-

light over the door fell on his face Joey saw that it was convulsed with rage and every evil passion. His teeth were clinched, and his dark eyes gleamed with fury. At the foot of the staircase he paused.

"He refuses!" he hissed. "My own brother refuses me this favor--a trifle to him, all the world to me. Very well." He stopped speaking and seemed to wrestle with his better self for a moment. Then, with an oath, he began to ascend the stairs.

"Well," said Joey to himself as he rubbed his eyes, "this 'ere's a rum go. Fust 'is lawdship goes to bed at 1 o'clock of the mornin, when I know fur certin--'avin 'ad it from the second footman 'imself over a glass of beer--'is usual hour is 11 at night, and then, close on his heels, comes 'is lawdship's brover a swearin and cussin dreadful to 'ear and lookin at summat wot shines. Joey, my lad, we'll see this hout." So saying, Mr. Brown crept softly up stairs, stopping at intervals to listen and make sure he was imperceived. He reached the first floor and paused as if uncertain whither to direct his steps. "Let's see," he said, "'is lawdship's bedroom looks on to the street, and yours--I remember now that the powdered haired cove iksplained--'er ladyship is out 'er town. Very well, then. The mewses is to my back, so the front of the 'ouse must be afore me. Ah, they're a-talkin, and I s'pose they've got this part of the 'ouse all to theirselves, since there ain't no children or guests." The talking was evidently going on in a bedroom which opened into a corridor that lay on Mr. Brown's right hand, and so, with the utmost caution, the burglar crept softly down the passage until he reached a door that was partly ajar. A little investigation serv-

ed to show Mr. Brown that the chamber to which the door belonged was a dressing room, and that, furthermore,

the dressing room opened into the bed-

room in which the conversation was

taking place. Very stealthily the house

breaker entered and crawled to the bed-

room door. Arrived there, he experi-

enced no difficulty in hearing every word that was spoken. "I refuse--emphatically," Lord

Heathington was exclaiming, "and I'll trouble you to leave this room at once."

"Not until I get what I want," answered the other in an insolent tone.

"You shall never have another farthing from me," said the peer. "You have run through all your own money

and a considerable portion of mine, and I won't stand your blackmailing any longer. Now, you can leave this room and my house as soon as you like." The younger man uttered a fierce imprecation. "If you won't give me what I want," he shouted, "I'll find a way of making you." "As you see fit to descend to vulgar

threats," returned Lord Heathington

quietly, "I shall have to have you put out of the house."

So saying, he advanced toward the bellrope and was about to pull it when

his brother sprang forward, and being

by far the more powerful of the two knocked him down with one blow of his

fist. Then, as Lord Heathington at-

tempted to rise, his relative dropped

on to his knees and held him down by the throat. "Help! Help! Murder!" exclaimed the prostrate man in half stifled tones.

Joey, looking through the door, saw

the younger man put his hand inside his coat and draw a shining object from his pocket--the same object that he had examined so intently in the hall. Joey was not an individual possessed of much virtue, but he was an Englishman, and in common with his countrymen was always inclined to side with the weaker party when any struggle was going on. He knew that any interference on his part would lead to his detection and subsequent arrest, but he did not allow that thought to deter him from the course of action which he resolved to take. He saw the uplifted weapon. He heard Lord Heathington's cry of "Murder!" and he could see the diabolical look on the face of the other man. Joey took in the situation in a moment. The events of a few seconds take some minutes to describe, and it must be remembered that the occurrence we are describing was of less than a minute's duration from first to last. It was a large room, and between the door and the struggling couple was

a huge four poster.

Joey, on seeing the uplifted weapon, snatched a pillow from the bed and threw it with all his force at the would be murderer's head. Then he sprang across the bed and grappled with him ere he had time to take his brother's life. With an explanation of baffled revenge Lord Heathington's brother turned on the burglar and buried his dagger--for the weapon was a poinard of Italian make, which usually hung on the wall of Lord Heathington's study--in Joey's side. Simultaneously the burglar dealt him a tremendous blow on his head with a jimmy, and when the frightened domestics, aroused by their master's frantic tugs at the bellrope, arrived on the scene they f ound housebreaker and peer's brother lying side by side, the first dying, the second only unconscious.

An hour later Joey recovers consciousness, thanks to the efforts of the doctors who were hastily called in. Lord Heathington's brother, dangerously but not mortally hurt, lies in his own room. Joey himself rests on his Lordship's bed. His life is fast ebbing away, for the physicians say that they cannot save it. Lord Heathington, eternally grateful to the man who has saved his life, sits by the bedside, anxiously watching the sufferer's face.

Joey's lips move, and the peer bends over him and listens for what he would say. "Didn't--take--nothin--yer--lawdship," murmurs Joey faintly. "My--my last crib, yer lawdship. Goin to turn honest, yer l"--

Joey's voice fails him, and the doctor by his side puts a cordial to his lips.

"Take--pub--country," continues Joey, with an effort, "medders--cows and sheep, yer lawdship, turn honest--cracked this--larst crib--lawdship"--

And then, with a long sigh, the burglar's soul takes wing, and who will say that by his last brave act Joey did not redeem his crimes of the past?--Million.

Rendering Gas Burners Safer.

Electricity has not yet displaced gas altogether as an illuminant, nor will it do so for a long while yet. A large number of people, therefore, continue to have a practical interest in gas burners. An attachment for such devices has recently been patented by Benjamin F. Field of Los Angeles, designed to serve a good purpose. One occasionally hears of partial or complete suffocation from carelessness in extinguishing gaslights in sleeping rooms. Inexperience, inattention, fatigue or possible intoxication prevents the valve from being properly closed when the gas is turned off, and probably this has more than the alleged blowing out of the light to do with the accidental asphyxiation reported every now and then by the newspapers. Proceeding on that theory, at any rate, Mr. Field affixes to the valve stem a light spiral spring, which continually tries to shut off the gas. When the gas is turned on, a jointed thumbpiece may be caught in any one of several notches and held there automatically. To put the light out, it is necessary only to disengage the thumbpiece. The spring then closes the valve and closes it tight. The mechanism does not interfere at all with the regulation of the size of the flame.--New York Tribune.

In the Presbyterian hospital, New York city, last year there were 2,153 Roman Catholic patients, more than all other denominations combined.