VOL. XIV. OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 29, 1894. NO. 35. 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 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.

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.

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.

WALLACE S. RISLEY, REAL ESTATE

AND

INSURANCE AGENT, 413 MARKET ST., CAMDEN. Properties for sale and to rent. Money to loan on Mortgage.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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 & 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.

A Peculiar Revolver.

James Cox was found lying near the foot of Illinois street at 10 o'clock Saturday morning with a gash in his scalp. He said he had been shot by Max Schmidt, a saloon keeper near by. Cox was sent to the county hospital and Schmidt arrested. At the county hospi-

tal the attending physician said Cox had

not been shot, and that the scalp wound was of a trifling nature. Cox was returned to the East Chicago avenue station and locked up. Schmidt was charged with assault, gave bond and was released. Patrolman Becker went to Schmidt's saloon and secured possession of a peculiar revolver. It is circular in shape and resembles a pocket tape measure with a short barrel attachment. Inside the device is a revolving cylinder with seven chambers of small caliber. The revolver is held in the small of the hand, with the barrel protruding through the fingers. The operator can discharge the weapon by squeezing it, and the protruding barrel also serves the purpose of brass knuckles. Cox said that Schmidt struck him with the weapon several times and then shot him in the head. The caliber of the revolver is only 22, the bullets being oblong in shape. The weapon makes only a slight report, but is capable of doing considerable damage. It is the first of its kind the police of the East Chicago Avenue station have seen.

--Chicago Herald.

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, 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 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.

Speedy Locomotives.

Much has been said of the new Big Four and other locomotives, but here is one that seems to eclipse everything on this side of the water when everything is considered.

One of the London and Northwestern engines during a race to Scotland in 1888 covered the distance from Preston to Carlisle, 90 miles in exactly 90 minutes, having a gradient of no less than one in seventy-five to climb between Tebay and Shah Summit. One of the most famous engines of this company is known as the Charles Dickens and runs daily from Manchester to London and back, a distance of 366½ miles. Except when stopped for repairs the Charles Dickens has, since February, 1882, made this journey every day, working up the 8:30 a. m. from Manchester and returning with the 4 p. m. from Easton. On Sept. 12, 1894, it completed the two thousand six hundred and fifty first trip, having accomplished the extraordinary feat of running 1,000,000 miles in 9 years and 219 days. No other engine in the world has

run so many miles in a like period of time.--Dallas News.

OF REMEMBRANCE. I do remember every note And [?] letter that she wrote From [?] isles Are [?] I do remember even the flower She sent me in a lonely hour. And [?] [?] I wonder--how [?]-- If [?] break over her. And if they [?] know my breast Would [?] all to give her rest. But [?] the fragrant orange blossoms [?] her life their sweet perfumes, And the [?] ships, with wind blown sails, Bring to her [?] of nightingales. Yet do they still, where 'er they be, Sing to her one last song of me! --Exchange.

In foggy London one day brought into the pockets of one gas company so large a sum as £60,000.

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THE WHITE HORSE. "This canyon ought to have a history, Pablo," I said to the guide as supper finished. I leaned back on my blankets and dreamily gazed at the scene before us."

It was a summer night--a night in the southwest, where nights are perfect. The moon was at the full, and not a cloud was in the sky to obscure her radiance or the light of the myriad stars which bore her company. The air was cool and bracing, yet balmy, and there was just enough breeze to lull one's spirits and cause him to forget the world and indulge in fanciful reveries such as only southern breezes inspire.

We had pitched our camp on one of the sloping hills the south side of the canyon, where a little stream of clear, sweet water rippled from a spring in a ravine down into the canyon below. Above us was the sighing, odorous forest of juniper and pinon. Below was a little stretch of velvety grass extending clear to the floor of the canyon on both sides of the little stream. Right and left stretched the canyon itself, its walls, precipitous for the most part, rising grandy hundreds of feet high on each side.

"It is beautiful, Pablo," I continued. "It must have a history of some kind or a story--no?" "Si, senor, that it has--aye, that it has," answered the Mexican, lighting a fresh cigarette and pulling at it reflectively a moment. "Would the senor hear it?" "By all means, Pablo. Go ahead." And here is Pablo's story as nearly as I can translate it, for he spoke in Spanish:

"Does the senor see the cliff on the other side, how high it is? That is the cliff of the White Horse. It is many hundred feet high and straight up and

down. And at the top when the moon is a little higher the senor will see the

white horse. It is a great white rock on

the edge of the cliff, and by clear moonlight it looks like a white horse. It has not alway been there, and now, they say, on the anniversaries of a certain day the ghost of old Don Fernando comes and rides it along the edge of the

canyon.

"Don Fernando? Oh, aye. May the blessed saints have mercy upon him!" ejaculated Pablo, crossing himself. "Many years ago Don Fernando Cor-tez--he was a grandson or something of the great Cortez--lived over above beyond the canyon several miles. Don Fernando was rich and lived in a grand house and had many servants and slaves. He was a great entertainer, was Don Fernando, and people used to come many miles--hundreds, thousands, yes --to his grand dinners and balls. "He was not a good man. No. He was a cruel master and hard with all his people and made them all hate him. He was kind to only two living creatures. One of these was his beautiful daughter, the Lady Ysabel; the other was his great white stallion, the largest and fleetest horse in all the country. These two the old don loved as his two eyes, and well he might. Yes. The Lady Ysabel was not only beautiful, but she was kind and good, and all the people loved her as much as they hated the don, which was a great deal. She had golden hair and eyes like the sky, and it is said the birds listened when she sang. And the horse--aye, he was wonderful. He was as big as three ordinary horses, and his tread shook the ground. He had a long, white mane and eyes that flashed fire and was almost as much feared as the old don, who alone dared go near him. "The Lady Ysabel had many suitors. The wealthiest and most aristocratic men in all the country came to sue for her hand, many of them from faroff California, and some, it is said, came even from Spain. But the Lady Ysabel would have none of them. She loved her pony and her dogs and birds and her people, but a man, no. One after another came, but she turned them all away. So after a few years the old don became tired of what he called her foolishness and swore she should marry, and at once, a man whom he had selected for her. "This grieved the Lady Ysabel very much, for not only did she not love any of those who had offered themselves to her, but her heart was already given--given to one of her father's peons, a young man named Jose, whom she had helped to nurse through a terrible illness. Him she used to meet by stealth nearly every night unknown to any but themselves. But one night when the Lady Ysabel's wedding day was near at hand she and her lover were seen together, and the story came to the ears of the old don. "He started to find them, swearing to kill them both, but they had been

warned and had taken two of the fleetest horses in the stables and fled. With mad haste the old don saddled his white stallion and pursued them. They had taken their way over the hills blindly, but some instinct led the don to follow the direction they had taken, and in a short time he had them in sight riding over the plateau beyond the canyon there.

"When the lovers saw they were pursued, they put their jaded horses to their highest speed, hoping to escape, but soon they found it was too late, and

as the old don, with terrible curses, pressed them closely they leaped to the

ground, ran to the edge of the cliff, and clasped in each other's arms sprang into eternity together. "And the don? For days he raved like a madman and seemed to know no one. Then he became quieter, and they thought he would be himself again. But one moonlight night they missed him, and several set out to seek him. He was riding up and down the edge of the cliff yonder, raving and blaspheming terribly, and none of those who had come to find him dared approach. For hours he raved. Then, just as the moon came from behind a cloud, they saw him ride back from the cliff a little distance. Then he wheeled sharply and shouting, "Now, my friend, both together!" he rode full speed at the precipice. But at the edge the white stallion halted suddenly, and the don went over alone. In midair he shook his fist and hurled a curse at the friend who had deserted him at the last minute, and then and there the great white stallion turned to stone. There he stands, senor--you can see him plainly now--still looking over the precipice. It is from him that the cliff and the canyon get their name. "And it is said by the superstitious, senor," continued Pablo, drawing closer to the fire and shuddering slightly, "that on the anniversary of old Don Fernando's death and on Lady Ysabel's saint's day the ghosts of Lady Ysabel and Jose ride forth on the plateau, and that of the old don pursues them riding the white stallion, which leaves its station at such times. And--oh, senor, for the love of God, look!" Startled, I looked quickly across the canyon. The rock which appeared so very little like a white horse seemed to vanish as though in mist. Then there was a series of blood curdling shrieks and curses, and flying along the edge of the cliff rode three persons on horseback, and one, behind the others, rode a great white horse. It was only a moment, and then the drunken cowboys passed out of sight, and the tiny fleck of vapor which had for those few seconds kept the moon light from the white horse rock moved on, leaving the rock standing out in the clear light, just as before. Still shivering with the sudden fright I had had, I turned to Pablo. He had fallen in a fit and was lying rigid, with flecks ofq foam on his lips. I brought him round soon, and he sat up, his eyes staring wildly. "Well, Pablo," I said in as steady a voice as I could command, "you must have had a dream. You've been plunging around and yelling for a full five minutes." "What, senor, I? A dream? Then it was not"--"I think it was the bread, Pablo. You ate a big supper, and that hot sour bread would kill an Indian." Pablo concluded not to run away, as he might have done if I hadn't been able to convince him it was only a dream.--R. L. Ketchum in Romance.

BEWARE OF SOUTH AFRICA. One Who Has Tried It Says It Is No Place For a Man In Need of Work.

I sailed from London Jan, 20, 1893, for Cape Town, returning the latter part of May, and was only too glad when I reached the States again. Miners thinking of going to Johannesburg would do better by staying at home, even if times are very quiet here. The average of miners landing in Cape Town is about 10 weekly, and they are nearly all from England. They nearly all branch out for Johannesburg, and naturally the employers prefer an Englishman before an American, and you will find this in all branches of business, professional or otherwise. The colored people do all the laborious work in the mines, and as for the positions the white man would take I suppose there are about 50 waiting for one opening. A good miner can earn $25 a week, and I think a good miner can earn more here, and then again he can live considerably cheaper here. He would have to pay for board in Johannesburg about $10 weekly. This is speaking of board alone.

When I left Cape Town last May, there were hundreds of men in Cape Town from all parts of South Africa looking for employment. Lots of them manage to get down from the interior, and the first chance they have of returning to England, either working their passage or otherwise, they accept. The boat I came back in to London was the Tartar, and 11 worked their passage home, and hav-

ing so many applications the captain had

to refuse a good many. A stowaway is

a common occurrence.

Board in Cape Town is $6.25 a week,

and if you wanted a position as clerk, bookkeeper, telegraph operator, etc., they would offer you what they call "a start." That is to say, it doesn't matter how competent you may be, you have to commence with $5 or $6 a week, and you think yourself lucky if you can get that. There are on average a hundred applications for each situation. I took my brother-in-law from England with me. He was earning there $10 a week, and he tramped around Cape Town seven weeks and finally got a position, and I have just heard from him, and he is at present earning $6 a week at

the same place.

As many people are returning from South Africa as there are going--that is, between 400 and 500 weekly. Men that do get positions, after they have saved, if ever they do, $200 to $400, return to Eng-

land for good.

Employers will not accept a diploma from the United States of any kind--it doesn't matter how high the reputation of the college may be--and any one heading there will only be too sorry he ever left home, as it costs more to get from there than it does to reach there. The whole thing is there is too much English about it all around, and after having the freedom of this country you will find a great difference between South

Africa and here.

There are two or three prices on some of the necessaries in Cape Colony, and this is the cheapest place to live: House rent, from $5 weekly; flour, 6 cents per pound; potatoes, 30 pounds for $1; butter, 50 cents to 75 cents per pound; bacon, 35 cents per pound.--Seattle Post-

Intelligencer.

Had Dined and Was a Man Again. The other morning a tall, stout man, with straggly, half grown beard and every indication of poverty in his apparel, entered the Riggs House and approached the desk where Proprietor de Witte was standing. "I have not had anything to eat except a sandwich yesterday morning for two days," he said in a voice that trembled with weakness. "Can't you let me have something?" Mr. de Witte have him a card to the steward, and pretty soon he was voraciously disposing of a plentiful breakfast. When he had finished, he unconsciously dipped his fingers in the water glass, passed them over his lips, and drying them on the napkin arose from the table. Drawing himself up, he smiled with satisfaction, and putting his hand into the pocket of his tattered vest he drew forth a dime and proffered it to the astonished waiter. When the latter refused the tip, the man appeared to awaken from a dream, and with reddening face he muttered something and hurriedly went out. His gait, bearing, manner and poise generally were those of a man who had known better days, and the unconscious recognition of the waiter showed that the power of habit acquired in the days of his prosperity had asserted itself when the momentary pleasure of a square meal and caused him to forget his present plight.--Washington Post.

Possibilities of the Indian.

The Indian has within him the capabilities upon which to base a better manhood and citizenship despite the barbarous instincts attributed to him. With no incentive to work and with encouragement to vice and idleness on every hand there are today upon the reservations many excellent and worthy Indian men and women. Though stolic and sphinxlike in demeanor, the Indian has the feelings and affection common to human beings. With no educational advantages they are men of remarkable sense, often approaching a high order of ability. The

old chief of the Sioux nation, Spotted Tail, was a striking figure, whether taken physically or intellectually. The late Mrs. Elizabeth Winans, a Sioux

woman, during a life of Christian service for her people was actuated by a purpose as pure and noble as that shown by any philanthropist of the country. Among the Indians are fine natural orators and statesmen equaled by few educated white men. Under education they have shown themselves quick and ready learners, competing easily with

white pupils of the same age. I have observed them at their studies and am convinced that they are as capable as white children of grasping the ordinary

branches taught in the common schools.

It has been my pleasure to hear addresses from full blooded Indian college students which would do credit to un-

dergraduates of Yale or Harvard.--Sen-

ator Kyle in North American Review.

Men's Visiting Cards.

Men's visiting cards are usually small and long. They are engraved with the full name or initials, preceded by Mr. When not engraved, they should be written. Printed cards are in bad taste. Of course a doctor uses his professional title, as does a military or naval officer. As a man's visiting card is his introduction, it should above all things be neat, plain and unobtrusive.--Ladies' Home Journal.

A Brave Little Girl.

A desperate attempt to wreck a train was made at the little town of McComb, 10 miles northwest of Findlay, O., a few nights ago. The attempt was made on the fast express east, bound on the Nickel Plate. A pile of ties were placed on the track half a mile west of town. The obstruction was discovered by a little 10-year-old girl, who bravely flagged the

passenger train in time to prevent its destruction.--St. Louis Post-Dispatch.

Church as a Substitute. "On one occasion," said Mr. Corney Grain, "when we were acting on Wes-ton-super-Mare, an old lady came up to one of the ladies of our company and said: "Could you tell me, [?], if there are any 2 shilling [?]? Cos if there aren't, I'll go to church."--London News.