VOL. XIV.

OCEAN CITY, N. J. THURSDAY, JANUARY 3, 1895. NO. 40.

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.

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.

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

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

C. E. EDWARDS. J. C. CURRY. DRS. EDWARD & CURRY, DENTISTS, 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. JONATHAN HAND, JR., Attorney-at-Law, SOLICITOR AND MASTER IN CHANCERY, Notary Public, CAPE MAY COURT HOUSE, N. J. Office opposite Public Buildings.

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.

Y. CORSON, DEALER IN FLOUR AND FEED, No. 721 Asbury Avenue, OCEAN CITY, N. J.

Contractors and Builders. S. B. SAMPSON, Contractor and Builder,

No. 305 Fourth St., Ocean City, N. J.

Jobbing promptly attended to. Plans, specifications and working drawings furnished.

JOSEPH F. HAND, ARCHITECT, CONTRACTOR AND BUILDER, Ocean City, N. J. Plans, Specifications and Working Drawings furnished. Estimates given on Application. Satisfaction guaranteed.

Nicholas Corson,

CARPENTER AND BUILDER,

OCEAN CITY, N. J.

Estimates given. Plans and Specifications furnished. Buildings put up by contract or day.

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.

G. P. MOORE, ARCHITECT, BUILDER, AND PRACTICAL SLATER, Ocean City, N. J. Best Roofing Slate constantly on hand.

GEO. A. BOURGEOIS & SON, Carpenters and Builders, OCEAN CITY, N. J. Estimates given. Buildings erected by contract or day.

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 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.

Naval Orders.

At Fort Monroe some time ago, where one of the vessels of the navy was temporarily awaiting orders, a delegation of army officers stationed at the fort came aboard. There is a set naval regulation that nothing can be [?] on board ship until the commanding officer orders it. While the army party were looking over the ship 12 o'clock arrived. A junior officer approached the captain and said, with a salute, "It is 12 o'clock, sir." "Make it so," responded the captain, and eight bells were struck.

The army officers suspected that the navy men wanted to ask them questions and get sold, or that this was a bit of foolery got up to joke the land warriors. Some time after a party of the army officers invited the officers of the warship to dine with them. The dinner was progressing when a lieutenant entered, and saluting the senior officer present said gravely, "Colonel, the major's blind horse is dead." "Make it so," responded the colonel with the greatest gravity, and the dinner proceeded. Nothing was said at the time, but the navy officers tell the story.--San Fran-

cisco Argonaut.

LINES BY LEO XII ON HIS DEATH. The setting sun at this thy close of day On thee, O Leo, sheds its parting ray. Within thy withered veins, thy wasted frame, Slow, slow burns downward life's expiring flame. Death's arrow flies, the funeral veil unfolds, The cold remains, the grave her conquest holds, Put swift the panting soul, her fetters riven, Spreads her free wings and seeks her native heaven. The long and toilsome road has reached its end. Thy holy will, my Saviour, I attend, And, if so great a grace thou canst accord, Receive my spirit in thy kingdom, Lord!--Churchman.

Passing of the Souvenir Spoon.

In a store the other day an inquiry was heard for souvenir spoons. The saleswoman threw down the velvet pad, and after the manner of some of her kind

tossed out two or three of the articles desired.

"Have you no others than these?" asked the customer.

"No," was the reply, glibly rattled off.

"We've only got faith, hope and char-

ity and Brooklyn left."

Truly the souvenir spoon sun is setting in darkest night.--New York Times.

An English woman, while in a fit of depression, swallowed a razor, with suicidal intent. She was taken to a hospital, and six days later the operation of gastronomy was performed, and the razor was successfully removed. The

incision in the stomach was sewed up and healed satisfactorily.

Plumbers, Steam Fitters,r 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.

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.

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.

HARRY HEADLEY,

OCEAN CITY HOUSE,

717 Asbury Avenue.

PLASTERING, BRICKLAYING.

Ornamental Work of Every Description. All kinds of contracting work and masonry promptly attended to.

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.

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HIS SURPRISE. Adam and Eve were probably the only wedded couple of whom no one ever said, "How could he?" or "How could she?" Certainly, when the staid old bachelor, Jonas Hingham ("35 if he's a day!" said the wondering "other girls"), carried off Mary Morton, not yet out of her teens, right in the face and eyes of many admiring boys, a great many people wondered, "How could she?" At home she occupied the sometimes questionable position of the middle one in a family of three daughters. Nobody doubted that she was good and useful, but she was not brilliant and fascinating like her older sister, Amy, nor was she a pretty doll of a girl to be petted as everybody petted her younger sister, Bess. Amy had troops of beaux that she wound around her finger and made her most obedient slaves, but Jonas Hingham was Mary's first attentive escort, and his devotion and sincerity carried

her heart by storm.

Jonas pleaded eloquently for an early wedding day, and Mary was nothing loath, for life with Jonas and for him seemed like paradise in anticipation. He lived three miles away on a large farm, his father's and grandfather's before him. His father had been dead

several years, and his mother, though

still active and industrious, was too old to work as she had always done. Everybody knew the Hinghams were

forehanded, free from debt and with

money at interest. The Mortons, on the

contrary, had always lived from hand to mouth, Mr. Morton's trade never having sufficed to do much more than provide a home, with ample food and clothing, besides educating the girls as they wanted to be, with music and painting and all the ornamentals which

girls in country villages sigh after.

It is safe to say that Mary never dreamed of the change it would be for her to go from her snug, pretty home into that great, bare farmhouse--like changing from soft, musical poetry to

plain, dry prose.

Summer and winter the family had always worked and ate and sat in the great kitchen, except when company came. Then they rolled up the green paper shades in the sitting room and sat in there. Everything was stiff, bare, orderly and scrupulously clean. "Stepping into Mother Hingham's shoes" meant more real, downright hard work than Mary had ever dreamed of, but she was young and strong and would not flinch when she saw that both Jonas and his mother expected her to be the notable hardworking housewife the elder woman had always been. Her hands grew brown and hard, her dresses grew old fashioned, and she had neither time nor care to remodel them, as she seldom went anywhere, except occasionally to church and more rarely still on a brief visit to her father's. Then babies came as the years went by--boys, always boys. "If I only had a girl," thought Mary sometimes, "she might grow up to help me and do all the light and pretty things that I have forgotten how to do, but these boys will never care for such

things."

Mother Hingham lived but a few years after Mary came there. To the last she was happy and content, fond of Mary and at home in the farmhouse, still unchanged. "Jonas will have to hire help for his wife, now that his mother is gone," people said. But he didn't seem to think of that. As long as Mary did not complain he never dreamed she was overdoing or needed anything she did not have. One of the established traditions of the house was that they must have a hired girl through h[?]ing time, never at any other time of the year unless in case of sickness. So through harvesting and the fall housecleaning, the meat killing and the spring sugaring, up to having time again, Mary's one pair of hands did the work till--she broke down. Jonas was worried about indoor matters, not that he was so miserly he did not like to pay hired help, but who was to take care and oversee it all? Of course the Mortons were as agitated as Jonas himself, and as much as they could came to the rescue, but Mrs. Morton was growing old and could not work as she often had done, and Amy had made a brilliant match years ago. Bessie was still at home and single, but had never enjoyed going there when Mary was well, and with Mary sick it could not be thought of. Jonas had bad luck finding capable indoor help, and it was a great relief to them all when Aunt Vi, Mr. Mortron's

maiden sister, came from the west, and not having any particular home anywhere willingly took the leadership in the Hingham household.

But somehow Mary didn't seem to gain at all, and Aunt Vi told Mrs. Morton that Mary seemed to have lost tall interest in life. "Jonas is just as kind as can be, and the boys are all smart and bright and fond of her. They are forehanded and have a good home, but it seems as if she doesn't care about living. I do think if she had an ambition to get well she would."

In the very depths of winter Mrs. Morton's sister from Boston, Mrs. Cramer, made a flying visit in town, her first visit to the place since Mary's marriage.

"You must go to see Mary in her own home," said Mrs. Morton, "but the poor child is too weak to visit much. We will go there together and spend the day, and it will gratify her, though she cannot enjoy it as if she was well." "I'll sleep with Mary tonight and wait upon her," said Mrs. Morton to Aunt Vi, as bedtime came on, "and you can go up the stairs and get a good night's rest." "We'll sleep together, Aunt Vi," added Mrs. Cramer, "and keep each other warm and have a good visit besides." Was it all chance that the chamber the two ladies occupied had in the wall an open stovepipe leading through to the one where Jonas slept with 5 year old Teddy? He slept soundly for awhile, but perhaps it was his good angel that woke him just in time to hear Aunt Vi ask, "What do you think about Mary?" Mrs. Cramer was a lady who used not only her eyes and ears, but her brains as well. Being new to the Hingham house, she saw it through unaccustomed eyes, and she made up her mind fully. "I think," she said impressively, "that she is starving to death!" "For the land sakes!" ejaculated Aunt Vi. "You don't know what you're talking about. Such a provider as Jonas is! Always buys his flour by the barrel and keeps two sorts, one for bread and one for pastry; makes no end of maple sugar and buys all the white sugar a body has a mind to use; kills the nicest of pork and beef every winter, with turkeys and chickens and geese and ducks; lambs in the fall and the beautifulest veal every spring; buys fresh meat any time in the summer, and of course they have milk and cream and eggs of their own all the year round. He's always bringing home honey and fruit and oysters, any luxury he happens to see. He's too fond of good living himself to starve anybody in his house!" "The eating is a very small part of true life," said Mrs. Cramer when Aunt Vi paused for breath. "I can see that Mary's mind and soul are starving here in this bare house, where work and utility are the foremost things and beauty and pleasure have no place. Her better nature is being literally starved to death." No matter what further the ladies said, Jonas Hingham heard no more though he neither put his fingers in his ears nor rose and stopped the stovepipe hole. Mrs. Cramer's words had opened his eyes to a naked, unpalatable truth and set him to such serious thinking and plannings that he had no ears for anything more. "Mary looks brighter this morning," said Aunt Cramer at breakfast. "She certainly does," said Jonas, "and I think your visit has done her good. I tell you what, Mary," he said, turning to her, "I want you to hurry up and get stronger, so that the first mild, pleasant day I can carry you to your father's to stay a week. I believe the change would do you good." A warm, mellow day came like a smile into the heart of the winter. Jonas urged, and Aunt Vi seconded, till between them they wrapped her snugly, and cushioned in the warmest and softest of robes she took a sleigh ride to her father's house, where Jonas left her. "And now, Aunt Vi," he said, coming in on his return, with his arms loaded with rolls of paper, "I want your help in a conspiracy. The long and short of it is that you and I and the boys and all the help we need are going to work with paint and paper and carpets and furniture to make this house look so Mary won't know it at all when she comes back." The painters came the next day; the paperers followed. Jonas brought home nice carpets and women to make them. Loads of new furniture came to the door and new stoves to replace the forlorn, antiquated ones. An elegant new bookcase was stocked with a well selected library, and choice pictures were purchased to hang on the renewed walls. Jonas was not devoid of taste when he tried to exercise it, and when he doubted his own judgment he took counsel of those who were to be relied on. One lovely day, the last of February, he went to bring her home. Aunt Vi and the boys waited patiently for their coming. When the sleigh stopped at the door, Jonas lifted her carefully out and carried her, all wrapped, as she was, into the house, straight through the hall into the long unused parlor and placed her in the softest and easiest of easy chairs. A soft colored carpet covered the floor, pretty paper adorned the walls, sunlight streamed in warm at the windows, but did not subdue the cheerful fire in the open stove, new books and magazines lay on the table, the canary in a gilded cage was trilling his bird songs, and the plants in the warmest windows seemed smiling a welcome to their mistress. "How pretty mother looks!" cried Teddy. Truth to tell, a most becoming red had crept into the pale cheeks, perhaps a gleam from the rose colored future her husband was portraying. Pills, powders and plasters were all given the go by, and Mary got well on happiness. Said Jonas: "Furniture bills and all those things are no higher than doctors' bills and vastly more satisfying. Comfort and happiness are more pleasant to take than medicine and do more good. I've learned my lesson rather late in life, but I've learned it once for all."--Good Housekeeping.

Famous Bunko Animal of Chicago's Stockyard Meets His Victims' Fate.

Dick, the bunko steer at Phil Armour's yards, got too lazy for his job and was led to the slaughtering pen, just like the animals he had decoyed to death before. The deceitful old beast is dressed beef now. Dick was a big, fat brown steer that had winning ways and a cold, treacherous heart. Many and many are the confiding country yearlings and heifers Dick has led up to the butcher's stunning steel hammer. Probably there never was a beef "critter" that had so wide a celebrity as Dick. That was the name they gave the steer that lured the other cattle up to the killing beds in Armour's. Every visitor who went to see how the packing houses work had to have a look at this steer. Foreign princes and pretty summer girls have marveled at the skill and diplomacy with which he steered the unsuspicious range cattle to the place of death. Dick's picture has been printed in the newspapers many a time, and columns have been written about the beast's crafty tricks. Dick was just as much one of the sights of the town as the Masonic temple or the Lake Shore drive or Policeman Steve Bowan. This is the way the creature got its notoriety: When the long horns from Texas and the short horns from Missouri come into the stockyards and are unloaded, they are naturally exasperated over their rough trip and are full of suspicion. The result is they are rebellious, especially in the matter of going into chutes. Now, unless a steer goes into one of the chutes in the packing house it cannot have its throat cut, and throat cutting is the aim and object of his coming to Chicago. So it is necessary to have a decoy steer, a crafty old beast, that can get the confidence of the rural beasts and lure them on to death and destruction. Many years ago Dick arrived at the yards, and being a beast of more than usually sagacious appearance was picked out for the work. Dick was carefully trained in the art of walking up a chute at the head of a bunch of cattle and then quietly dodging to one side, leaving the bunch to walk on to the place where the hammers swing. After years of practice the big steer had grown expert at his treacherous work. Dick would saunter down into a pen full of new and unsophisticated cattle and scrape an acquaintance with two or three of them. Then the wicked brute would begin to look wise and talk knowingly about the racy sights to be seen in the big white house over beyond the fence. When Dick offered to lead the way, there was a grand stampede to follow. Up the gangway went Dick, and after him clattered the greenhorns. But just before the bunch got a sight of the big butchers waiting inside Dick would unostentatiously shy off through a side passage and leave his

victims to transact business with Mr. Armour's men.

So Dick grew famous. But, like many other famous characters, he grew puffed up with pride, got lazy and began to "lay down" on the job. It got to be so easy, this thing of leading wide eyed country cattle up into the chute, that Dick didn't seem to care whether he worked for his food or not. Mr. Armour grew displeased with his apathy. He does not like to have his employees loaf on their jobs. So orders were issued concerning Dick. One day last week the wise old rogue was leading the usual

bunch up the gangway but when he got to the usual jumping off place there was none there. Dick had to go along

with the herd. In a short time he had been converted into dressed beef. Now that Dick has suffered the same fate as his thousands of dupes his work all re-

volves on his former partner, known to the butchers as Phil.--San Francisco Examiner.

Suicidal Impulse. Is the impulse to suicide incurable? Not directly. It depends on family, on race, on the strain of that competition which marks our advancing civilization. Of these the first two are [?], though doubtless capable of being modified in the course of generations through judicious marriage. The third is, for the mass of men, unattainable, yet individuals who know that they have a hereditary taint might, of their own free will, withdraw from those competitions which arouse the nervous [?] abnormal extremes, [?] sacrifice of some of the [?] wholesome [?] which [?] the murderous [?] conquer them. [?], especially that [?] from [?] and [?] The men [?].--Hospital.