VOL. XIV.

OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, JANUARY 10, 1895.

NO. 41.

Ocean City Sentinel. PUBLISHED WEEKLY AT OCEAN CITY, N. J., BY R. C. ROBINSON, Editor and Proprietor. $1.00 per year, strictly in advance. $1.00 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. C. E. EDWARDS. J. C. CURRY. DRS. EDWARDS & CURRY, DENTISTS. 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 Vege-

tables, for 25 cents. Turkey or Chicken

Dinners, 35 cents.

Ladies' Room up-stairs with home-

like comforts.

PURE SPRING WATER.

OPEN ALL NIGHT.

BAKERY, 601 South Twenty-second Street. Ice Cream, Ices, Frozen Fruits and Jellies. 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. P. SCIPLE & CO., DEALERS IN Boilers and Engines, Every Size for Every Duty, DUPLEX STEAM PUMPS, Third and Arch Sts., PHILADELPHIA, PA.

Our Debt to Europe.

"Is it true," I asked a great thinker, "that England alone holds $2,500,000,000 of United States securities, [?] interest, including exchange, of 6 percent payable in gold?"

"Yes, according to the public statements of London statisticians. The secretary of the treasury says there is no public record in this country showing the amount of foreign investments.

We must therefore go to Europe to learn not only how much we are in debt to Great Britain, but that at least $300,000,000 additional of United States investments are held in France and Germany. This makes a total in three countries of $3,000,000,000, imposing an interest charge, including exchanges, of $180,000,000 per [?]. A nice state of serfdom, isn't it?"--Kate Field's Washington.

Suicides Boycotting Niagara Falls. Even though the times have been hard for a year past and many people have been in tough luck, it is frequently remarked that no one had ended life by jumping over the falls, if memory serves correctly, since Nolde Kenny of Buffalo went over at Prospect point two years ago last summer. A park officer remarked today that previous to that not a season passed without witnessing from three to seven of such cases. One day a man and woman committed suicide, one from Prospect point and one from Luna island. It is not argued that suicides throughout the country are less frequent than formerly, but the fact seems to be apparent that the falls is less popular as a means of ending life than in days gone by.--Buffalo Courier.

ALMA MIA. [Song from "Cybele," a dramatic poem.] I know her lips, I know her eyes, Her smile that gilds the dawn of hope. I [?] of the thrilling stars That burn about her horoscope, And with them love and all the charm That makes her lithe soft limbs divine, For while the mold of form is hers The fragrance of her soul is mine. I know the iris of the clouds; I saw it in her lambent eyes; The gentle blush she wears for me I know was born in paradise. And who shall doubt who knows so well The truant truth of bliss divine When [?] her graceful body saith The fragrance of her soul is mine? I know the silver strains of morn, The tears of gold where sunsets reach But best I know the mellow tones and silvery music of her speech. The tears of gold may daze my eyes, The silvery strains my ears incline, But sounds and sights are naught, because The fragrance of her soul is mine. What gold is to the miser this Is more--aye, tenfold more--to me; The rapture of a single kiss Is love's divinest alchemy. By stars and gems and sunset gold Lest men may carve and gods design, But none the beauteous body mold The fragrance of whose soul is mine.--John [?] in Detroit Free Press.

Very [?] on Him. Gus de Smith--Ah, Miss [?], I weally [?] I [?] you. Birdie McG[?]--I would not be so rude, Mr. de Smith, as to contradict you.--Tanamany Times.

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.

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

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 606 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.

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.

Bakers, Grocers, Etc. JACOB SCUFF, (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.

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.

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.

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.

HARRY HEADLEY, OCEAN CITY HOUSE, 717 Asbury Avenue. PLASTERING, BRICKLAYING. Ornamental Work of Every Description. All kinds of cementing work and masonry 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; 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.

ISRAEL G. ADAMS & CO., Real Estate AND Insurance AGENTS, Rooms 2, 4 & 6, Real Estate & Law Building, ATLANTIC CITY, N. J. Commissioner of Deeds for Pennsylvania. Money to loan on First Mortgage. Lots for sale at South Atlantic City.

TREATMENT BY INHALATION! 1529 Arch St., Philad'a, Pa. For Consumption, Asthama, Bronchitis, Dyspepsia, Catarrh, Hay Fever, Headache, Debility, Rheumatism, Neuralgia, And all Chronic and Nervous Disorders. It has been in use for nearly a quarter of a century. Thousands of patients have been treated, and more than 1,000 physicians have used it and recommended it. It is agreeable. There is no nauseous taste, nor aftertaste, nor sickening smell. We give below a few of the great number of testimonials which we are constantly receiving from those who have tried it, published with the express permission in writing of the patients.

"Please accept my sincere gratitude for the restored life of happiness and health and vigor and usefulness that the Compound Oxygen has certainly given me. "While I was always considered to be a healthy child, I was known to be dyspeptic from babyhood. It was inherited. For two years I was confined almost constantly to the lounge. For more than four years I did not know a moment free from pain. All this time dyspepsia continued its ravages, except when temporarily relieved, and aggravated other serious disorders. "My friends and physicians thought I would not recover. To-day I am entirely cured of dyspepsia, can enjoy articles of food that I never dared use before in all my life. For the past year I have been up and going in ease and health, with sufficient vigor to take some part in domestic work of the most laborious nature. As my strength continues to improve, since leaving off Oxygen, I feel that I can conscientiously recommend the treatment, not only to cure (provided the doctors' directions are observed), but to be lasting in its beneficial effects. "MISS JAMIE MAGRUDER, "Oak Hill, Florida." "The Oxygen Treatment you sent me for C. O. Harris, a year ago, one of my missionaries from West Africa, whose life was in jeopardy on account of lung trouble and a severe cough, he now testifies has greatly benefited him. He has entirely recovered his health, married a wife, returned to his work in Africa, and taken his wife with him. Bishop WILLIAM TAYLOR, 150 Fifth Avenue, New York, N. Y. "Compound Oxygen..Its Mode of Action and Results" is the title of a book of 200 pages published by Drs. Starkey & Palen, which gives to all inquirers full information as to this remarkable curative agent, and a record of surprising cures in a wide range of cases--many of them after being abandoned to die by other physicians. Will be mailed free to any address on application. Drs. STARKEY & PALEN, 1529 Arch St., Philadelphia. 120 Sutter St., San Francisco, Cal. Please mention this paper.

A man must have learned to be just before he can be liberal, honorable before he can be generous. He must have learned self denial before he can dare use the word "self sacrifice." At Defiance, In., there is a "living skeleton" in the person of a man who is 5 feet and 8 inches tall and who weighs but 65 pounds.

THE FOOTBALL BOY. It was a great cross to Mr. and Mrs. Bartlett that Roger was apparently quite devoid of any worthy ambition. Their two older boys were so utterly different. Fred had been graduated from Yale with highest honors, and Horace was making remarkable progress at the Scientific school. In fact, they were both exceptionally fine students, which made the contrast all the more striking. For Roger was sadly unlike his brothers. He seemed to labor under the impression that he had been sent to college simply and solely for the purpose of learning to play football. Apparently nothing else had power to kindle the slightest enthusiasm in his sluggish breast, and his father and mother argued and expostulated with him in vain. "You are frittering away your valuable time," they argued again and again, "and are letting slip golden opportunities, which, once gone, never will come back to you, and what have you to show for it all but a broken nose and a fractured collar bone?" "Is the [?] prospective benefit to be derived from these hours spent in scrabbling after a football?" his father questioned severely, in which Roger merely responded in his usual offhand style, "Who knows but I may be elected captain of the varsity team next year?" "Is that the height of your ambition?" his parent returned bitterly. "I am terrible disappointed in you, sir. Are you to go on playing football forever and ever, or what do you propose to make of your life? Perhaps you think that your reputation as a football player will prove an 'open sesame' to all desirable positions. Do you suppose that any one wants a fellow who has willfully wasted his best opportunities? I had hoped to make a professional man of you--not a professional athlete--and had even aspired to seeing you some day in our leading law office with my old friend Wilkinson Smalley, but it's no use. Smalley wants only young men of the highest promise," and Mr. Bartlett sighed wearily. "It does no good to talk to Roger," he confided to his wife afterward, "for hardly ten minutes had elapsed after I had been remonstrating with him about the evils of football before he inquired if I wouldn't bring you down to see the game on Saturday and informed me that he had saved two tickets for us." Mrs. Bartlett regarded her husband helplessly. "What did you say to him then?" she queried. "I told him 'certainly not,'" Mr. Bartlett exclaimed warmly, "and I expressed by surprise at his daring to suggest such a thing. 'Show me some good lasting benefit, or any abiding good, that is to be derived from this ridiculous game,' I told him, 'and then come to me to abet you in such folly, but not

till then.'"

And so Mr. and Mrs. Bartlett failed to witness that memorable game in which their youngest son gained for himself such enviable laurels. Once in the field, Roger was like one transformed. Keen, alert, cool, rising splendidly to every emergency, no one would have known him for the same slow, indifferent, easy going specimen of humanity who grieved the ambitious souls of his parents by his small aptitude for

Greek.

Not that Roger was by any means a dunce, for his class standing was fairly good, but what pained his father and mother was the recognition of what he might have accomplished had it not been for that arch enemy, football. The great game over, the victorious team hastened back to their gymnasium with all possible speed. They had some little distance to go, as the gymnasium was not very near the ball grounds, so that in order to reach it they were obliged to traverse the center of the town and cross the railroad tracks. Roger, who had been detained a moment or so longer than the others, reached the station a short time after they had crossed and found the platforms crowded with people who were returning from the game, mingled with those who were alighting from incoming trains. As he stepped upon the platform he became conscious that something unusual was going on, and he immediately perceived that the eyes of the multitude were riveted upon a figure

half way across the tracks, a figure pausing there in bewilderment. "There's a train coming each way," somebody gasped. "Why doesn't get get off of the track?" The station agent and one or two other officials were shouting loudly, but the man, who was old and very deaf, appeared thoroughly dazed. As he prepared to step upon the track nearest him he had caught sight of one train coming down upon him, and he now staggered back and was about to plunge in front of the other down coming express when suddenly something very unexpected happened. As the crowd of bystanders shrank back with horror stricken faces, convinced that they were about to witness the terrible fate which must instantly overtake the old man, a figure in a much begrimed canvas jacket sprang out from among them, and clearing the tracks at a bound alighted beside the swaying form of the other. A shudder, and a wave of pitiful regret swept over the motionless crowd. "He can never drag him back in time," they breathed. "They will both be killed! Oh, the pity of it!" But our football man had no thought of dragging the unsteady figure in front of either approaching engine. In an instant he had tackled the man and thrown him flat upon the ground between the two tracks, for all the world quite as if he had been an opponent on the football field. Then he dropped lightly on top of him and lay there motionless, while the two trains thundered past on each side of them, and the crowd stood waiting spellbound. In much less time than it takes to describe the episode it was over, and what might have been a tragedy had proved only a bit of melodrama after all, yet as Roger jumped up and pulled the old man on to his feet applause and cheers louder than any that had greeted him on the football field rang in his ears. Abashed and quite overwhelmed by such an ovation, Roger made haste to elbow his way through the crowd, and in so doing nearly overthrew his own brother Fred, who happened to be standing directly in his path. "For heaven's sake, was that you, Roger?" he cried, confronting him in astonishment. "Do let me get out of this," his brother responded impatiently. "They need not make such a fuss because I knocked the old duffer over," and he bolted in the direction of the gymnasium. Saturday nights generally brought the scattered members of the Bartlett family together, as the collegians always made a point of coming home to spend Sunday under the parental roof tree. On this particular Saturday evening all were assembled before Roger came in. Fred was all agog to describe the scene that he had witnessed, but he unselfishly held his tongue. "I'll not spoil his story for him, but will give him a chance to do justice to it," he mentally ejaculated as he watched his brother swallowing his soup with unruffled composure. But Roger said nothing upon the vital subject, and Fred looked at him with increasing surprise as he judicially set forth the respective merits of the opposing football team and called attention to their most vulnerable points. "I'll turn in early tonight, I think," he yawned as he withdrew from the dining room. "I put pretty solid work into the last half of that game," and he leisurely wended his way up stairs. "I wish that Roger would put a little solid work into something else," his father volunteered as he disappeared from the room. At this ,Fred, who had in times past repeatedly scoffed at his brother's athletic proclivities, instantly fired up. "Father," he burst forth, "you're making a big mistake about Roger. He's got more genuine stuff in him than all the rest of us put together, and if it's football that's done it the sooner that we all go in for the game the better," and then he proceeded to give a graphic account of the afternoon's experience, which caused his father to blow his nose loudly and repeatedly, while his eyes glistened with happy pride, and which sent his mother weeping in search of the sleepy athlete, who could not understand what he had done that was worth making such a fuss about. A few days later Mr. Bartlett received a note from his old friend, Wilkinson Smalley, which ran somewhat as follows: DEAR BARTLETT--I hear that your Roger is going in for the law, and if so I want him. When he gets through with the law school, you can hand him over to me, for he's just the material that I am on the lookout for, and you may well be proud of him. He scared me out of a year's growth the other afternoon at the station, the young rascal, but in spite of that I wish you would tell him to come round and take dinner with me some night, for I want to talk to him. With kind regards to Mrs. Bartlett, believe me ever your friend, WILKINSON SMALLEY. When Roger came home the following Saturday, his father handed him the note, remarking, "I'm afraid I haven't appreciated your football, old man, but I'm going to do better in the future, and by the way, Roger, I hear that you're to play in the game at Springfield next week. Is that so?" Roger nodded. "Very well, then," Mr. Bartlett continued, "your mother and I would like to have you get us the best seats that can be bought, for we've set our hearts upon going up to see you make the first touchdown."--Caroline Tickner in Boston Transcript.

THE SOLDIER'S KNAPSACK. What It Must Carry and How It Should Be Packed. In the matter of the knapsack, in average weight and in the obligation to carry it, the American soldier of today has decidedly the advantage over his European brother in arms. The latter never thinks of throwing away his pack, no matter what its weight or the length of the march. To do so means punishment, sudden and severe. The former fires it bodily away the moment he feels that he has carried it far enough, preferring any punishment to making a pack mule out of himself. Nevertheless the knapsack is a very necessary article of the soldier's equipment, and a great deal of time, experiment and thought have been given to the perfection of the pack that will carry everything necessary and yet be, when packed, of the minimum weight and size. The knapsack as at present in use in the service is simply a waterproof canvas bag, supposed to contain when packed one blanket, one complete change of underclothing, two pairs of stockings, one pair of shoes, towel, soap, blacking kit and comb. To pack these articles properly the blanket is folded lengthwise so as to be 11 inches wide. Roll rightly, leaving 18 inches unrolled, and place in the bag until the roll is tight against the bottom. Then fold the unrolled part until the fold is even with the opening of the bag. The drawers, folded the same width as the blanket, is placed next, after which comes the undershirt. The shoes are then placed, heels up and soles out, between the folded blanket and the side of the bag, one on each side. Between the drawers and the undershirt two pairs of stockings are then placed so as to show the double fold. The blacking kit is then placed above the undershirt and out of sight, the toilet articles neatly disposed in the pocket, the flap of the knapsack turned down and buttoned, and the pack is complete. There now remains the overcoat, which when rolled is fastened by straps on the top of the pack. To secure uniformity the following method of rolling the coat has been adopted by the war department: Turn the left sleeve inside out; fold the coat down the middle seam of the back, right side out, front edges to the left, and lay it flatly and smoothly on the ground, tail away from the feet; pull the cape out from under the coat and spread it double; turn both tails of coat up about eight inches, the upper one over and the lower one under; fold the skirts in from both sides until they just meet in the center, which will make the roll just the width of the knapsack. Then fold the cape same width as the coat, and beginning with the cape roll up very tightly and as even as possible--the tighter the better--being careful to keep the folded edges well caught. When rolled clear up, turn the exposed tail back over the roll, taking care not to loosen the ends, and the roll will be securely bound. The shelter tent half, neatly folded so as to show the company, regiment and number, will then be rolled around the overcoat roll so as just to show the edges, and the four shelter tent pins placed between its folds so as to show one inch of the points projecting. Now place the roll on the knapsack with the tail of the coat, as rolled, to the rear and the raw edge or hem just above the edge of the knapsack, this arrangement giving the best water and dust shed. The buckle of the overcoat strap to be on top of the roll, the end of the strap, if of any length, to be rolled up. The shelter and tent poles, of which each man carries two halves, are carried under the flap of the knapsack so as to throw the roll away from the back of the head and thus permit freer use of the arms. The weight of the knapsack thus packed and arranged should not exceed 24 pounds, a good load in itself for a man to carry throughout a daily march averaging 15 miles.--Exchange.

How She Wanted to Be Painted. "I want you to paint my picture," said a wealthy lady to an artist in Paris. "I don't care about the price. When can you begin?" "I will be ready a week from today." A week afterward the artist awaited his sitter.

At the hour appointed a maid appeared with a huge box. "What's this?" "Madam's costume," and the maid departed without another word. He supposed the lady would appear and put the dress on there. She did not come. Two or three days passed and no message. Suddenly the lady bounced into the studio. "Well, how is the picture progressing?" "Madam, you have given me no sittings. I have not been able to begin." "Why, didn't you get the dress I sent you?" "Yes, I have a box of madam's here, but I can't produce a portrait without personal attendance." "I thought you could [?] the [?] at any time. The dress cost 5,000 francs, and I wanted it painted. The [?] doesn't matter."--Paris Journal.