VOL. XIV.

OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, DECEMBER 13, 1894.

NO. 37.

Ocean City Sentinel.

PUBLISHED WEEKLY AT OCEAN CITY, N. J., BY R. C. ROBINSON, Editor and Proprietor. $1.00 per year, strictly in advance. $1.50 at end of year.

Restaurants. MARSHALL'S

DINING ROOMS

FOR LADIES AND GENTS.

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

Good Roast Dinners, with three Vegetables, for 25 cents. Turkey or Chicken Dinners, 35 cents. Ladies' Room upstairs with home-like 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.

Physicians, Druggists, Etc. DR. J. S. WAGGONER, RESIDENT Physician and Druggist, NO. 731 ASBURY AVENUE, OCEAN CITY, N. J. Pure Drugs, Fine Stationery, Confectionery, Etc., constantly on hand.

DR. WALTER L. YERKES, DENTIST, Tuckahoe, N. J. Will be in Ocean City at 656 Asbury Avenue every Tuesday.

DR. CHAS. E. EDWARDS, DENTIST, Room 12, Haseltine Building, Take Elevator. 1416 Chestnut St., Philadelphia, Pa.

Attorneys-at-Law.

MORGAN HAND, ATTORNEY AND COUNSELLOR AT LAW Solicitor, Master and Examiner in Chancery, Supreme Court Commissioner, Notary Public, CAPE MAY C. H., N. J. (Opposite Public Buildings.)

LAW OFFICES SCHUYLER C. WOODRULL, 310 Market St., Camden, N. J.

Y. CORSON, DEALER IN 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.

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.

PETER MURDOCH, DEALER IN COAL and WOOD,

Ocean City, N. J.

Orders left at 806 Asbury avenue will receive prompt attention.

WALLACE S. RISLEY, REAL ESTATE AND INSURANCE AGENT, 413 MARKET ST., CAMDEN. Properties for sale and to rent. Money to loan on Mortgage.

D. S. SAMPSON, DEALER IN Stoves, Heaters, Ranges, PUMPS, SINKS, &C., Cor. Fourth Street and West Avenue, OCEAN CITY, N. J.

Tin roofer and sheet-iron worker. All kinds of Stove Casting furnished at short notice. Gasoline Stoves a specialty. All work guaranteed as represented.

D. 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.

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.

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; every-

thing 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.

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 prosper-

ous 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.

Where His Strength Sufficed.

"One of the queer things of life," says the sharp observer, "is the way in which man's wishes will control their bodily health. I stopped not long ago at a farmhouse in the Maine woods region, where the occupant had a mineral fever, or, to put it in other words, a firm belief that precious metals existed in the ledges on his land. On other subjects he was in feeble health, but say gold or silver to him, and he was ready for any amount of exertion. The wood pile was scant, and the housewife had to do both the chopping and bringing in the wood. The man, when requested for an armful of wood, languidly excused himself because he was too weak to comply. But within ten minutes of the refusal he went a half a mile over rough land and brought to the house a rock supposed to contain ore that was a heavy load for a strong man and seemed none the worse for it."--Lewiston Journal.

The Twelve Suns of the Hindoos. The Hindoos have some very odd astronomical ideas, among others that there are really 12 suns, which take "turn about" supplying our planet with light and heat. They argue that these suns are brothers, but that some are much younger and weaker than the others. Mrs. King, the wife of an English official, while talking with one of these learned Brahmans during the month of November, was given the following curious bit of astronomical lore: "Some of these suns are the elder brothers and much stronger than the others, so strong indeed that they can kill men. This month we have a young sun brother, and next month a still younger one, and then the two youngest of the 12 weaklings that can hardly melt snow."--St. Louis Republic.

A Villain.

To economize time is a sensible thing, and yet there are occasions when it brings trouble, as in the case of a Mr. Johnson. Mr. Johnson's lawyer, calling one day, found Mrs. Johnson alone and walking about in a state of violent excitement. He asked what was the matter. Her only answer was that her husband was "a villain." After a time she added, with some hesitation, "Why, I have discovered all the love letters he sent me were the very same he sent to his first wife!"--San Francisco Argonaut.

Didn't Believe It.

He--De Freshe is laid up with nervous prostration. She--It must be something else. Nothing on earth could prostrate that fellow's nerve.--Detroit Free Press.

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.

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.

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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 SONG OF SUMMER TIME. Oh, the swaying of the branches and the [?] the trees, And the [?] of the [?] that came upon the breeze. Oh, the singing and the singing of the birds that [?]. And the frisking of the squirrels as they scamper to and fro! Oh, the ferns and [?], and the visitors, dogs and [?] That go [?] through the shadows from [?], [?]! And the trailing of the [?] From the branches and the grass, And the gleaming of the sunlight On the waters as we pass! Oh, the gleaming of the the sunlight as it strikes the waters clear, And the singing of the thrushes, and the other songs we hear! Oh, the boating and the floating on the waters of the lake. And the ripples and the shadows that go dancing from our wake! Oh, the breezy days of pleasure, and the pleasant nights [?] dream, When the stars look down and twinkle, and the [?] lanterns gleam! Oh, the [?] in the country, Where the songsters nest and sing, And the pleasure without measure That the weeds and waters bring! --Frank B. Sword in Donahoe's Magazine.

MARIE. During the "reign of terror" in France there were many deeds of daring performed, even by women, and many noble examples of affection exhibited.

The very streets of Paris were deluged with human blood, but near the guillotine it ran in gushing torrents. One dark morning an unusual number of the aristocracy had been marched forth, and countless heads rolled from the block. A gaping multitude stood by, and with shouts rent the air as the aristocracy were thus butchered.

Among the assembled multitude that dreary morning were two women. One of them was plainly clad, while a cloak was thrown around her, with which she kept her features nearly concealed.

But a close observation would betray the fact that the woman had been weeping. Her eyes were inflamed and red, and she gazed eagerly upon the platform, while a shudder passed over her frame as each shock of the glittering knife severed the head from the body of some one who had been unfortunate enough to fall under the ban of the leaders. The face of the woman was very beautiful, and she was young, certainly not more than 16 or 18 years of age. The other woman was quite different in character. Her face was fair, but there was a brazen expression about it. She was clad in rags, and as each head fell she would dance, and in various ways express her delight, and then exclaim: "There falls another aristocrat who refused me charity when I humbly sued to him!" Each expression of the kind would create a laugh from those who heard her, but any thoughtful person must wonder how one so young could have become so depraved. The first woman watched this creature for a few moments, and then pressing her way to her side she laid her hand upon the shoulder of the wretch and whispered: "Would you like to become rich at once?" The woman in rags turned about with a look of surprise, but burst into a loud laugh and then replied: "Of course I would." "Follow me, and you shall be." "Enough. Lead on." It was with considerable difficulty that the females extricated themselves from the crowd, but they did so at length, and then the first woman asked of the other: "What should I call you?" "Oh, I'm called the beggar girl Marie!" "You live by begging?" "Yes; but what's your name, and what do you want?" "My name is Marie, the same as your own." "Are you an aristocrat?" "It does not matter. If you know where we can find a room, lead me to it, and you shall have gold." The pauper led the way into a narrow and filthy street and then down into a cellar and into a dark and filthy room. The other woman could not but feel a sickening sensation creep over her, but she recovered herself. After contemplating for a time the apartment and what it contained she asked: "Are you well known in Paris?" "Yes, everybody knows Marie, the beggar girl." "Are you known to Robespierre? If so, I want to make a bargain with you." "I am. What do you wish?" "You see my clothing is better than your own, and I wish to exchange with you. I want you to consent to remain here, and not to show yourself at all for a short time, or until I come to you again. As recompense for aiding me I will give you 1,000 francs, and when I come back I will give you 1,000 more. As security for my return, take this

ring."

The lady drew a diamond ring from her finger and gave it to the beggar girl. Then she handed her a purse containing gold.

The girl appeared a little puzzled and asked:

"Well, what are you going to do with my dress?" "I want to put it on and go where I first met you."

"Oh, I understand now. You want to see the chopping go on, and you are afraid you will be taken for an aristocrat if you wear that dress. You want to represent me?"

"Yes. I want to look as near like you as possible." "Well, that won't be very difficult. Your hair and eyes and even your mouth are like mine. Your face is too white, though. But you can altar that with a little dirt."

They exchanged dresses, and soon the young, rich and noble Marie de Nantes was clad in the rags of Marie, the beggar girl of Paris. The history of Marie de Nantes was a sad one. Her father and two brothers had fallen victims to the remorseless fiends of the revolution, and a third and last brother had been seized. But of his fate she was ignorant, although she expected that it would be similar to that of her other relatives. He had been torn from her side but a few hours before. After the exchange had been made the pauper looked on the stockingless and shoeless feet and ankles of the lady and said: "That will never do. Your feet are too white and delicate. Let me arrange matters." In a few moments Marie was prepared, and in the filth and rags she emerged into the street.

She now took her course back toward the guillotine, and at length reached the square where the bloody work was still going on.

Gradually she forced her way through the crowd, and nearer and nearer she came to the scaffold. She even forced a laugh at several remarks she heard around her, but these laughs sounded strangely.

She now stood within a few feet of the platform and swept it with her eyes, but her brother was not there.

The cry was now raised: "Here comes another batch!"

Her heart fluttered violently, and she felt a faintness come over her as she heard the tramp of the doomed men approaching. Her brother walked proudly and fearlessly forward and ascended the very steps which led to the block. Up to this moment the strength of poor Marie had failed her, and she was unable to put her resolve into execution. But now a sister's love swelled up in her breast, and she recovered her strength.

She sprang forward, bursting through the line of guards, and ran up the steps.

Grasping her brother by the hand, she cried: "What does this mean? It is only the aristocrats that are to die!" "Away, woman!" exclaimed one of the executioners. "No; I will not away until you tell me why my brother is here and thus bound." "Your brother?" was the echo. "Yes, this is my brother." "Well, who are you?" "I am Marie; don't you know me?" "The beggar girl?" "Aye." "But this is not your brother?" "It is. Ask him--ask him." Young Antonio de Nantes had turned a scornful gaze upon the maiden, but a

light passed across his face, and he murmured:

"Oh, my sister!" "Is this your brother?" asked Robespierre of the supposed beggar, advancing near her. "It is." "But his name is down differently." "Then you are mistaken. He is my brother. Ask him." "Does Marie speak the truth?" asked Robespierre. "She does," was the brother's reply. "And you are not De Nantes?" "I tell you I am her brother." "Why did you not tell us this be-

fore?"

"I attempted to speak, but was silenced." "But you might have declared your-

self."

"You would not have believed me." "But your dress?" "It belonged to an aristocrat, perhaps to him for whom I was taken." Robespierre advanced close to young Nantes and gazed earnestly into his face. Then he approached Marie and looked steadily in her eyes for a short time. It was a moment of trial for the poor girl. She trembled in spite of all her efforts to be calm. She almost felt that she was lost, when the human fiend, whose word was law, turned and said: "Release the man." The chains were instantly removed, and Antonio de Nantes walked down from the scaffold, followed by his sister, while the shouts of those around rent the air, for they supposed it was a commoner who had thus been saved. The young man worked his way through the crowd as rapidly as possible, leading Marie. They had scarcely escaped it before the poor girl fainted from the intensity of her feelings. The brother scarcely knew what to do, but a hand was laid upon his arm, and a voice said: "Bring her to my room again. She will be safe there." The brother conveyed her to the apartment of the pauper and asked of her: "Have you seen the woman before?" "Yes, I know all about it," returned the pauper. "She borrowed my clothes to save her lover. She has done it, and I am glad." Before the noble sister returned to consciousness the brother had learned all. When she did so, they both sought secure quarters after rewarding the beggar girl, as had been promised. "Do you think Robespierre was really deceived?" asked Marie de Nantes. "I think not," returned the brother. "Then why did he order your release?" "He saw your plan; he admired your courage. Could a fiend have done less?" "Perhaps this was the case. But if so it was a deed of mercy and the only one that man ever did." Antonio de Nantes was not again arrested and lived happily with that sister who had so nobly imperiled her own life to save him by representing the beggar girl of Paris.--Pleasant Hours.

POOR MARKSMANSHIP. Firing In Both Army and Navy Less Accurate Than Formerly. The training of naval artillerists has in recent years been given a good deal of attention, and no end of powder and shot has been expended in target practice designed to serve a more telling purpose in actual warfare, should the occasion present itself. It would seem, therefore, that the floating equipments of naval powers of today ought to give good accounts of themselves in point of marksmanship if called into action, though it would be presumptuous to undertake to foreshadow possible results. If, on the other hand, past experience counts for anything, there would seem to have ben a notable decline in accuracy in

naval gunnery, growing with successive improvements in naval architecture and naval armament.

It was estimated some years ago from data furnished by target practice at sea that a heavy gun must be discharged 50 times to make one effective hit. The old smoothbores were credited with killing a man by the discharge of the gun's weight in shot. In other words, three tons of 32 pounder shot were required for the purpose. Actual service test with modern high power guns, however--guns weighing 12 tons--has within the past 10 or 12 years shown that it took about 16 tons of projectiles to accomplish the same thing. It is interesting to note from what statistics are available that the introduction of rifled muskets into the armies has had a somewhat similar result. The old time muskets, it is said, killed a man by firing at him his own weight in lead bullets, but the modern rifle in the hands of the average soldier, so it has been figured out, does not effect a fatality until it has discharged twice the man's weight in lead. Both here as in naval shooting, therefore, there has been shown to be an important demand for greater skill and care. Whether this has been met in any measure future hostilities only will tell.--Cassier's Magazine.

"Skates" or "Skeets." When I was a little boy, my playmates at a country school in southeastern Indiana wore "skeets" and went "skeeting," though the village boys said "skates." I counted "skeet" a curious corruption. Fancy my surprise at meeting an old acquaintance in a faroff land and in strange company, when long years afterward, I read the passage in Evelyn's "Diary" for the year 1662, in which he speaks of "having seen the strange and wonderful dexterity of the sliders on the new canal in St. James' park, perform'd before their majesties by divers gentlemen and others with scheets after the manner of the Hollanders, with what swiftness they passe, how suddenly they stop in full carriere upon the ice," and so forth. The ch in "scheets" is Dutch, and therefore sounded like "k." Pepys talks of being at St. James' park on the same day: "Where I first in my life, it being a great frost, did see people sliding with their skeates, which is a very pretty art." I here discovered that the country boys in the hills of Craig township, when they said "skeet," were only one or two centuries behind the fashion and were using the word as pronounced by Charles and his courtiers when they brought the "very pretty art" to England. A New York journal of 1784 complains of the time wasted in "skeating" on Collect pond. Nowhere is it truer that "all which is partakes of that which was" than in language.--Century.

Why Alsace-Lorraine Remains French. There is no liberty, as we understand the term in Alsace-Lorraine. The natives are permitted the exercise of their own religion and the use of the French tongue under certain restrictions. But these restrictions import the presence of German detectives in the churches. No more need be said to show that they must be irksome and oppressive to the last degree. It is the German method, one might almost say the method of our time. We are in a hurry, and we bolt our food, even when great empires are making their meal on small estates. In 1871 France left Alsace pretty much as she found it when it was seized by Louis XIV. At the time of the seizure as little as possible was changed in laws, customs, manners or observances. In consequence Alsace remained German in speech and in race habits, while gratitude for fair treatment slowly rendered her French in sentiment. The gentler way may seem the longer, but it is certainly the better, and that the rougher is, to say the least, no shorter we have our experience in Ireland to prove. Our mistake indeed was one of sheer ignorance, while German's is something of a sin against the light.--London News.