VOL. XIV.

OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, JANUARY 24, 1895.

NO. 43.

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 on 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 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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 Resi-

dences fitted up in the best manner. Sanitary Plumbing and drainage a specialty. Orders by mail promptly attended to.

Bakers, Grocers, Etc. JACOB SCHUFF, (Successor to A. E. Mahan,) THE PIONEER BAKERY, No. 703 Asbury Avenue, OCEAN CITY, N. J.

Fresh Bread, Pies and Cakes daily. Wedding Cakes a specialty. Orders delivered free of charge. Nothing delivered on Sunday.

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.

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 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.

Rubinstein's Charity. Rubinstein had probably traveled more than other any [sic] virtuoso. In his time he made many fortunes and gave them away to the poor in Russia. During the famine which raged among the Russian peasants a few years ago he journeyed to Vienna, Moscow and St. Petersburg to play for charity. The price of seats rose to unheard of figures, but every penny of the money went to the starving farmers. It is said that in the course of 28 years the sum which he thus disposed of amounted to $250,000.

How It Happened. "I've turned highwayman," said the sofa. "What!" exclaimed the chair. "Yes; I held a couple up last night."--New Rochelle Life. The brooches used in Rome during the first and second centuries very often had a martial appearance. They were fashioned after swords, helmets, battleaxes and bows.

Eloquence Interrupted.

During a political campaign, a well known lawyer in a western state was addressing an audience composed principally of farmers. Like a wise speaker--and a shrewd candidate--he tried to suit his speech to the occasion.

In a tone which he evidently considered both cordial and honest, and with a winning smile, he began: "My friends, my sympathies have always been with the tillers of the soil. My father was a practical farmer, and so was my grandfather before him. I myself was born on a farm and was, so to speak, reared between two stalks of corn." Here his eloquence was rudely interrupted by the trumpet tones of a farmer in the rear of the hall. "Jiminy crickets!" he shouted, "if you ain't a pumpkin!" The house "came down," and the candidate, for the moment, at least, was sadly embarrassed.--Youth's Companion.

A THEORY. Why do violins shudder so, When across them is drown the bow, Sob for anguish and wild despair? Human souls are imprisoned there. Souls are shut in the violins, They are the souls of Philistines; But the Philistines, row on row, Soulless sit and they do not know. But they brandish their eyeglasses, Stare at each other's evening dress, Scrutinize form or brilliant hue, Say: "Is it rouge or is it true?" "Some one was flat a semitone, And how stout the soprano's grown! Isn't the bass a dear? and oh, Do look at Mrs. So-and-so!" Still the musicians play serene, As though Philistines had not been, But their souls in the violins Mourn on bitterly for their sins, Call them wildly and call in pain, Call them with longing deep and vain, And with infinite tenderness, Since they can give them no redress. Since not one of them is aware, Here is he and his soul is there, In the music's divinest chord, Making melody to the Lord. So how often in life and art Soul and body must dwell apart. Great is the master's soul, no doubt. Twenty Philistines go without. Are we body or are we soul? Little matter upon the whole. Human soul in the violin, Save me at last, a Philistine! -- "Songs From Dreamland," May Kendall.

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.

NOT A BRIDAL PARTY. But the Massachusetts Man Wanted to Know All About It.

They were wandering up and down

the waiting room of the Grand Central station, and mother seemed inclined to

talk much, although from the glances they occasionally bestowed upon one another it was plain that there was a degree of relationship existing between them. Suddenly the young man left the young woman's side and crossed to the newsstand, where he purchased a paper. Returning, he conducted his companion to a seat. Hardly were they seated before one of those inquiring individuals who must talk to somebody placed himself in the next seat and eyed them inquisitively, to their visible annoyance. He could not

curb his propensity to talk, and thus began:

"Strangers in the city?" "Yes," said the man shortly. "Taking a train?" was the next query. "Yes." "Maybe you are going my way?"

continued he of the inquiring turn of mind.

"Maybe. We are going to Boston."

"Ah, you belong there?" "I do," was the man's answer.

"Fine city," went on the inquisitive one. "You don't see the papers filled up with divorces and scandals there as you here. I belong to Massachusetts myself. Worcester is my home, and a divorce case or an elopement is a rarity. You seem to have gone into matrimony recently?" looking at them patronizingly. "Rather," was the tired response. "Might I inquire your business?" "Certainly. I am a detective." "On your honeymoon?" "No," answered the detective, folding up his paper. "I'm taking back a prisoner." "Why! You don't mean to say"--looking at the woman in astonishment. "I do." "I thought she was your wife." "So she is, and my prisoner. To save you inquiry, she eloped with another man the day I married her, and I tracked her here." "And you are taking her back to justice?" "No, to marry her. I guess the job wasn't properly done, so we're going to do it over again." "Is she from Boston too?" "No. From Worcester." "Oh!" The inquiring man said no more.--New York Recorder.

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A POSSIBLE LOSS. I met her on the shores of the lake. There were real tears in her eyes.

"Oh, Mr. Vansittart," she cried, "what shall I do? My husband's out in a boat, ever so far away, and the wind's rising, and the boatman says that it's awfully dangerous when there's a storm, and"--I tilted my hat forward and scratched my head. "I don't see what you can do," said I compassionately. I had sat next her three nights at table d'hote and liked her extremely.

"Look at those trees! Oh, how it li[?]s! And see! Great waves!" "The wind is certainly getting up," I admitted, sitting down on a garden seat. "Oh, Mr. Vansittart, suppose he should be drowned!" "Suppose he?"--I paused. The idea was a new one to me. I turned it over in my mind. "Well, suppose he should?" I said at last in an inquiring tone. "And we've only been married a year!" "Yes, yes," said I thoughtfully. "Your love is still fresh?" "As fresh as the day when"-- "Your romance has not worn off; the day of disillusion has not come. Your husband's memory would be the sweetest of consolations to you." "But, Mr. Vansit"-- "There would be no alloy in your recollections. You are young, your life would not be spoiled, but it would be, as it were, hallowed by sweet and not too poignant regrets. In the course of time the violence of grief would wear off."

She sat down on the bench beside me and dug the end of her parasol into the path. "You would feel," I pursued, "that, sacred as these memories were, precious as they were, you would not be justified in giving your whole life to them. And at last it may be that another would come who"--

"Oh, I can hardly imagine that, Mr. Vansittart." "Try," said I encouragingly. "One who, though not perhaps the equal in all respects of him you had lost, could yet shelter you from the world"--

"I should want some one, shouldn't I?" "And give you an honest, enduring, unwavering affection."

"It wouldn't be the same thing,"

said she.

"Depend upon it," I returned earnestly, "it would be in some ways better, for he--your second husband--might well be one who could appreciate the depths of your nature, who would be serious when you were"--"Instead of always making jokes? Ye-es, Mr. Vansittart." "Serious and yet able to enter into your lighter moods, always good tem-

pered"--

"He would be a wonderful husband,

then!"

"Generous--nay, lavish--in giving you whatever"--

"Fancy!"

"You wished for, unsparing in his efforts to please you"--"What, after marriage?" "Devoted absolutely to you. Why, it's a lovely picture." "Yes, it does sound nice," she conceded, digging with the parasol. "Could not such a one," I continued, leaning toward her, "by his affectionate

and constant efforts, in the course of

time heal the wound caused by your

cruel calamity?"

"I don't know. Yes--I suppose so--

well, perhaps in time, Mr. Vansittart,

he might."

"He would," said I positively. "I can imagine myself"--"I beg your pardon, Mr. Vansittart?" "I say, I can imagine myself making it the work, the whole preoccupation, the worthy task, of my life thus to restore happiness to one from whom it seemed to have departed forever." "It would be a splendid thing for a man to do, wouldn't it?" There was a pause. Then she said: "But, Mr. Vansittart, would you, who are so young and so--and so--and

so--I mean, who are so young, be content with a heart that has spent its first love on another, in which the freshness of youthful"--"I sometimes think," I interrupted in low but urgent tones, "that affection of that kind is nobler, higher, better than the rash impulsiveness of an ignorant girl. It would be a sympathetic communion of minds, of souls, Mrs. Lawrence."

"Yes, I see. Yes, it would, Mr. Vansittart."

"My sympathy for you," I pursued, "would soften and inspire my nature. I should be elevated to your level. And perhaps at last, when long years had obliterated"--"Well, had blurred, Mr. Vansittart." "Yes, had blurred the pain of memory, we might come to see, to understand, how what once seemed so distressing was really, in spite of its sadness, the necessary condition for the perfect development of two human lives."

For a few moments we sat in thought. Then Mrs. Lawrence observed, "Good so often comes out of suffering, doesn't it?" "It indeed seems to be the way of the world."

"A woman placed as you describe, Mr. Vansittart, would feel, I'm sure, so deep, so strong a gratitude for the man who had nobly dedicated his life to her that as time wore on she would give to him an affection, different in kind perhaps, but not inferior in intensity to that which she had felt for the man who first won her heart." "That would be the only reward I should hope for," said I.

"So that, in the end, I should feel--it would be borne in upon me that this man was my real, my true, my only"--At this point Mrs. Lawrence stopped abruptly, for a shadow fell between us, and on looking up we saw a stout, elderly man, wearing a blue jersey, standing just in front of us.

"Beg pardon, mum," said he, "but are you the lady what asked Jim Dobb about the gentleman what's out in the boat?"

"About the--what? Oh, yes, I sup-pose--oh, yes, I am." "Well, you've no cause to be put out about 'im, mum. He's just roundin the point, and he'll be ashore in two min-

utes' time."

"But Dobbs said it was very dangerous," I protested.

"Dobbs don't know everything, sir,

beggin your pardon. Anyways the gen-

tleman's safe enough. Glad of it for

your sake, mum."

"Thank you--thank you so much,"

said Mrs. Lawrence.

The elderly man stood looking at me in such a manner that I took sixpence out of my pocket and gave it to him. To be frank, I have seldom grudged a sixpence more. Then the elderly man

passed on.

There was a long silence. Mrs. Lawrence had made quite a little pit in the gravel walk. Once she looked at me, and finding me regarding her rather gloomily, I believe, hastily turned away again with a blush. At last the silence became intolerable--almost improper,

in fact.

"What were we talking about when that man interrupted me?" asked Mrs. Lawrence, with a desperate assumption

of ease.

It is a rule of mine to give a plain answer to a plain question. "We were talking," said I, "of what would have happened if Dobbs had known everything." And having thus said I suddenly began to laugh. Women are strange creatures. Mrs. Lawrence leaped up from her seat and stood over me. Her eyes flashed with indignation, and she positively brandished her parasol at me. "You horrid, horrid boy!" she cried. "My dear Mrs. Lawrence"--I pro-

tested.

"You've made me talk as if I"--"It was a mere hypothesis," I plead-

ed.

"As if I--oh! Anyhow, if my husband were drowned a thousand times over, I'd never speak to you." "So you say now," said I composedly, "but you know you were quite taken with the prospect a little while ago." "Mr. Vansittart, you're wicked! How can I go and tell my poor, dear Robbie?" "I don't insist on your telling him," said I in a conciliatory tone. "Perhaps you think I don't care for him?" she cried defiantly. "The hypothesis was that you did," said I. "That's what made it so interesting." "I shall sit somewhere else at dinner tonight," Mrs. Lawrence announced haughtily. "If you go on like this," I observed warningly, "I shall end by being"--"You can be just what you like." "By being glad," I concluded. "Glad! Glad of what?" "Glad," said I, "that I see your husband walking toward us in perfect health." As I spoke he came within speaking distance.

"Hello, Georgie," he cried to his wife. "Here I am; had a bit of a blow, though." Mrs. Lawrence ran a few steps toward him. I took the liberty of following. "Vansittart has been looking after you?" asked Lawrence, with a smile. "Oh, my darling Robbie," cried Mrs. Lawrence, "I've been imagining all sorts of things about you." "Foolish child!" said he fondly. "Did you think I was going to be drowned?" "We didn't exactly think it," I broke in. "We assumed it by way of"--"Please, Robbie, will you take me into the house?" asked Mrs. Lawrence hastily. Mrs. Lawrence did sit elsewhere at dinner, but Lawrence said to me as we played billiards afterward: "Tell you what, old chap, if a fellow wants his wife to be extra pleasant to him, he can't do better than risk his life on this beastly lake," and he smiled most contentedly. It was merely penitence, of course. But I let him alone.--Idler.

A FAMOUS NOVELIST. A Graphic Fun Picture of Hall Caine and Something of His Character. Hall Caine is said to resemble Shakespeare in the keen intelligence of his features and in the intellectual height of his prominent forehead. He possesses a highly nervous organization, and his first novel came near bankrupting him in health. His best work is done after midnight in the early morning hours. He is a native of the isle of Man, a Manxman, and is 45 years old, or thereabouts. Much of his time is spent in travel, when he exerts his powers of observation and gathers material for future use. His home is in the English lake country, overlooking Derwentwater and above the town of Keswick. It is called "Hawthorne." The novelist is also at times a poet, as he occasionally writes some verses for publication. He has decided religious tendencies, which take the form of investigation. He contemplates writing a life of Christ, and as he excels in terse, epigrammatic sentences his style would be in the direct line of Biblical truths. He is conscientious and painstaking in all his literary methods, and his readers recognize in him once who has sincerity as a superstructure for every romance of which he is the architect.--New York Advertiser.

Meant For the Minister. A popular minister of Fifeshire, in the good old times, used at Christmas to be inundated with hampers filled with good things. On one occasion an enormous turkey was sent to him by the thoughtful kindness of a neighboring farmer, but as the minister's family had already provided for the Christmas dinner the bird was sent to the market to be sold. A passerby, seeing this fine specimen of poultry, said, "What a splendid turket! Just the thing for the minister's Christmas dinner!" To the minister it was again sent. The provident wife sent it again to the market and sold it again for a handsome sum. Another friend, similarly struck with the splendid proportions of the turkey, purchased it and sent it to the minister. The good woman, not wishing [?] in the face of Providence, said at last: "It is clear that the Lord means us to have this turkey," and with the approbation of the family it formed part of the Christmas dinner.--[?]