VOL. XIV.

OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 14, 1895. NO. 46.

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

Physicians, Druggists, Etc. DR. J. S. WAGGONER, RESIDENT Physician and Druggist, NO. 731 ASBURY AVENUE, OCEAN CITY, N. J. Pure Drugs, Fine Stationery, Confectionery, Etc., constantly on hand. DR. WALTER L. YERKES, DENTIST, Tuckahoe, N. J. Will be in Ocean City at 856 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 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. M. SCIPLE & CO.,

DEALERS IN

Boiler and Engines, Every Size for Every Duty, DUPLEX STEAM PUMPS, Third and Arch Sts., PHILADELPHIA, PA.

Attorneys-at-Law.

MORGAN HAND,

ATTORNEY AND

COUNSELLOR AT LAW

Solicitor, Master and Examiner in Chancery

Supreme Court Commissioner, Notary Public, CAPE MAY C . H., N. J.

(Opposite Public Buildings.)

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

JONATHAN HAND, JR., Attorney-at-Law, SOLICITOR AND MASTER IN CHANCERY, Notary Public, CAPE MAY COURT HOUSE, N. J. Office opposite Public Buildings.

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.

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 805 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 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.

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.

LEADER S. CORSON, ARCHITECT, CONTRACTOR AND BUILDER, Ocean City, N. J.

Plans and specifications furnished. Terms reasonable. First-class work.

STEELMAN & ENGLISH, Contractors AND Builders, Ocean City, N. J. Plans, specifications and working drawings furnished. Jobbing 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.

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MY IRISH SWEETHEART.

Not skylark in the blue at morn, Nor blackbird in the grove, Nor throstle from the dew wet thorn Can match the voice I love. And love, with trust that will not fail Through time or sorrow lies Beneath the blue veined lids that yell My Irish sweetheart's eyes. To mate her lips no rose is found. Her neck is white as foam. Her laughter has the joyous sound Of mountain rills at home. Though bent beneath her airy tread, Each daisy from the grass Will quickly lift its tender head Erect to see her pass. And naught she knows of guile or wrong More than the daisies do. But, oh, her faith is deep and strong; Her love for me is true! And longingly one prayer I frame--To breathe my native air, To see green Ulstel's hills and claim My Irish sweetheart there.--M. Rock in Donahoe's Magazine.

MY WISH. Mine be an humble [?] of brown, Just on the outskirts of the town, Where by the [?] world forget, Content at [?]. A far off fragrance fresh and faint, [?] and quaint. [?] find not there, Just [?] sweet and fair. This little [?] on swinging boughs, Shall there repeat their tender vows, And if [?] things be so willed They're welcome there their homes to build. Thus would I pass my span of life, Far from the bustle and the strife, Content to toil from morn to night, Aye, love makes labor so light, so light.--Kathleen Kavanaugh.

WANDERING SPIRITS.

It was the festival of the Wandering Spirits in Amoy. Usually the day is warm and balmy. The breeze from the great Formosa channel flakes the lower bay with silver dashes and flaunts every flag upon the numerous junks which lie in the water edge of that populous city. But this year it was different. Gray clouds hung over the universe, and a cold and cheerless wind from the north made a fire positively agreeable despite the fact that the place lies almost within the tropics. In a small house near Banyan villa lived a poor Chinese family. The father, Tan Sin, was away at the time on the tea gardens of Formosa, where he went every year to earn the little money that supported his household. The mother, Ah Ho, a bright eyed and pretty woman, was at home nursing the baby. It had been very sick for several days, so sick that the ordinary medicines had produced no result. Ah Ho had been compelled to call in an aged and distinguished physician from Amoy. The wise man had examined the infant, shaken his head, given some mysterious drugs, again shaken his head and gone off in his chair carried by four stout coolies. Before he went he said to Tai, the old family servant, "That is a very sick child, and I am afraid it will not live until tomorrow."

After he had gone Ah Ho cooked the drugs into a tea and administered it in the patient and mechanical manner which is so characteristic of the people in the east.

As the afternoon wore on the baby

grew worse. The little face became wan and pinched, the eyes closed as if tired with the weight of the eyelids, and the feeble pulse beat more slowly and slow-

ly. Tai got ready the simple evening meal, but Ah Ho could not eat. It was her only child, and this was the first time that she had ever been face to face with the great mystery we call death. The old servant lit the lamps, and then remembering it was the night of the Wandering Spirits lit a handful of joss sticks and placed them in groups of three upon the mantelpiece in the sickroom, in the ancient bronze vase before the ancestral tablets and in the wain-

scoting of the door opening into the

quadrangular yard. As she did the last

she looked up and noticed that the sa-

cred talisman which had been fastened to the wall early in the morning had

either dropped off or been blown away.

When she noticed the fact, she trembled and began to weep. It was her duty to have seen that the talisman remained where it was. The moment it fell the house became open to any evil spirit

that might be passing, and this was the

day and the night of the Wandering

Spirits.

She looked about the quadrangle and finally found the yellow cardboard inscribed with the curved characters of a language that died 7,000 years ago, when a greater and wiser race had ruled in the faroff districts of Quin Lun. She picked it up and with her palsied fingers reaffixed it to the wall. She looked sideways in through the doorway and saw Ah Ho sitting there crooning a love song over the sick child, and saw the child's face thinner and paler than before. There came a terrible fright over Tai's mind. It might be that through her carelessness some wicked spirit had entered the house and was about to carry away the soul of the little one. The old woman wrung her hands and mumbled a prayer to Buddha. Then she stood still with her old head bowed down upon her breast and tried to think. The medicine had done no good. The great doctor had done no good. The joss sticks and the talisman had been of no avail. There was no doubt that the little boy in the room beyond must cross the sacred river. Then she remembered the great English doctor who lived in Kulangsu. He was an eminent man, who made more money in a day than a Chinese mechanic could make in a year. He lived in a palace and had a retinue of servants in beautiful uniforms who said that he knew more than all the Chinese doctors in Amoy together. Once before, when she was sick nigh unto death, he had taken pity upon her and had visited her miserable abode. He had given her costly medicine and shown her strange instruments, and she had recovered. This was the only man who could be of any benefit to her little master. But could he be induced to come? Ah Ho had neither money nor jewels, and as for herself her soul possessions were the clothes she wore and another [?] which hung near her bedside. Would he come? He must come! She would bring him! She did not know how she could do it, but inspired by love she felt that if she could but see him and talk to him a moment he would come to the house and bring with

him that which would make the child strong and well once more.

It had grown dark by this time, and the clouds had become heavier and heavier. Grabbing her old walking stick, she started out into the night in search of the English surgeon. The sick child had grown heavier as the hours rolled by. Ah Ho had fallen into a doze, seeing nothing but the baby's face in her arms. Of a sudden she started, looked at the child and broke into a passionate scream. The feeble pulse no longer seemed to beat, and the hands were turning cold. Then she remembered it was the night of the Wandering Spirits and fell upon her knees with her face toward the little Buddhist altar in the corner of the room. She began her prayer as she had been taught when a little girl by her mother, but the words sounded flat and hollow as they were uttered. She burst into a frenzied appeal to Buddha and all the good spirits, her voice broken with sobs and her eyes blinded with tears. As she prayed, the wind, which had increased in volume as the evening wore on, seemed to change into a confused mass of sounds, and the sounds to separate into voices. Some were whispers whose accents fell upon her ear strangely familiar; others were wild wails of people dying in some dreadful catastrophe; others again were songs of ineffable sweetness, while still others were like the notes of birds. The sounds ever deepened and varied. The prattling of children, the noise of boys at play, the hubbub of the market place, the chant of the singer, the call of the soldier, the shout of the summon man mingled and yet were separate and apart. Then the air grew lighter and began to break into shadowy faces and forms. Some she half recognized, and some were utter strangers; some smiled upon her with love, and others glared with the fierce eyes of a tiger, but as she prayed the discordant sounds died away, and the ugly heads and cruel faces dimmed and vanished. She was surrounded by thousands of spirits who loved her and her baby and who seemed to be bearing them up and away into the heavens toward the stars. Then there came a great light like the sun rising over the mountains of Amoy, and the walls vanished, and she became unconscious.

It was about 1 o'clock in the morning when Dr. Hugh McDowgle buttoned up his coat and said goodby to Cassins Blank, one of the tea kings of the east. Mr. Blank was a charming gentleman, who, by careful cultivation of Old Burgundy Comer ports and matchless sherries had succeeded in getting his system into that simple condition which is best described as being bounded by gout on one side, ho[?]ll liver on the other, with a sprinkling of indigestion be-

tween. He required a physician at least twice a week, not so much to treat any particular disorder as to prevent the disorder which was always about to attack him. He had a keen appreciation of the

doctor, who, besides being a master of his profession, was as charming a com-

panion as the good Scotch universities have ever graduated. The doctor said good night and went out on the veranda. His chair and porters were waiting for him, but he preferred to walk the brief distance that lay between him and his home.

There had been a change of weather since dinner time. The wind had died out, the clouds had disappeared, and the blue sky of the tropics seemed all the bluer and darker from the numberless stars that shone down upon the Chinese

landscape.

As he swung around the road near Banyan villa an old woman tottered toward him and almost fell upon the ground from sheer exhaustion. He recognized her as the servant of a poor Chinese family in the neighborhood and asked her kindly what her trouble was. Tai gave an incoherent statement, in which she mixed the description of the night and the sickness with a pathetic appeal for his assistance. It took five minutes for the door and his head porter to make out what the old servant meant, and then with his customary gallantry he told her that he would go to the house immediately and would let her act as his guide. She gasped: "I'm too weak, doctor. You go ahead, and I will follow you." He walked rapidly forward to the half open door of Tan Sin's house and passed in. On the floor lay Ah Ho and the baby, both seemingly dead. He took in the situation at a glance. He had the woman raised into her bed and gave her some sleeping potion which he luckily had brought with him. He then turned to the baby, and after half an hour's hard work succeeded in restoring its animation. He laid the little one in its mother's arms, and leaving a small amount of money in case she should be in need he placed one of his coolies on guard and then went home. Toward 5 in the morning the baby began to manifest symptoms of hunger. The chair cooly smiled grimly and placed the child where nature could do the rest. The arms of the sleeping mother closed convulsively over the frail body, and the room lapsed into silence, broken only by an occasional gurgling sound beneath the coverlet where the two reposed. The cooly sat for another hour, one-half of his mind fixed upon the little pile of coins the good doctor had left and the other half upon a dim and fantastic idea of duty. Then he rose, put the money into some recess of his coat and disappeared for the gambling house on the main road. Shortly after that the sun rose and bathed Amoy in [?]-

[?] splendor. Marigold and scarlet went through the narrow windows of Ah Ho's house and painted the rooms in hues and tints worthy of a mandrain. A clear morning breeze stole through the casements and shook the little colored papers that hung around the altar where she had knelt the night before. From the street came the noise of the busy world outside. Ah Ho woke with a start and a gasp, and then burst into a great [?] shot through with tears as she saw the sleeping child in her arms with a faint blush on its cheeks and a pulse no longer feeble or uncertain. She knew that the Wandering Spirits had heard her prayer and had preserved her babe. But in the yard lay the body of Tai, the old servant, and on her aged face were a light and a beauty such as shine within the celestial walls, but are never seen on living things. That afternoon the old astrologer said that Tai had given up her life to the Wandering Spirits in order to save the life of the little master that she loved.--W. E. Fales.

A MYSTERY OF SPACE. The Dark Spots or Vast Vacant Places In the Skies. Among the more remarkable appearances in the sky which short focus photographs have revealed, the presence of dark gaps or vacant places have been

much commented upon, and one of our most eminent scientists has formulated the theory that the gaps are not real,

but result from the presence of light absorbing bodies in space which hide from us the background of stars and nebulosities. There seem as many difficulties in accepting this view as the corresponding one of star streams connected by nebulous bands. That opaque bodies exist in the universe we know, and that such obstruct light is evident, but the theory or suggestion is that these exist in large numbers and of enormous dimensions, especially in the comparatively small space which separates the solar system from the fixed stars. The total bulk of these supposed dark bodies would be enormous, since they can scarcely be supposed nearer than the nearest fixed star, and some extend over several degrees of the sky. One degree at the distance of Alpha Centauri means 400,000,000,000 of miles at least, while three degrees mean more than 1,000,000,000,000. If we believe, then, in dark bodies extending over even one degree, we believe their extent is about 70 times the diameter of the orbit of Neptune. If they extend three degrees, they are more than 200 times that orbit. But many must be several times the distance of Alpha Centauri, and an average of these times cannot be considered as excessive which results in a length 600 times greater than the span of Nep-

tune's orbit, or 18,000 times that of the earth. No dark body would visibly obstruct the light of the stars if less than 1,000,000,000 miles in section. We have to decide for or against the existence, then, of many hundreds of dark masses far exceeding the solar system in bulk--exceeding it in some instances thousands if not millions of times--and all lying between us and the system of the stars.

The visible heavens become nothing in comparison with the vast bulk of the total of invisible bodies, for we cannot assume that the whole of the dark bodies of the universe are collected in the solar neighborhood, but must admit them to be probably as numerous everywhere in space and therefore more numerous as well as infinitely vaster than the stars and nebulae. The total of the number and size required to account for the dark gaps visible upon photographs is beyond computation, but as the bulk of single ones must exceed the contents of a globe the size of the earth's orbit 9,000,000 times it must consist of matter millions of times less dense than anything we know and still be millions of times

greater in mass than the sun.

The shapes of these supposed bodies increase the difficulty. That treelike forms should be spread over much of the sky would be more astonishing than anything we have yet discovered, but the process by which they have reached this shape is more astounding still. They are supposed to be outrushes or uprushes of opaque gas into a resisting medium. But we are not told from what the outrush can take place, nor is there any evidence of the existence of a furnace to produce so much smoke nor any of a resisting medium to receive it or force to propel it. Of course, while the theory is only propounded in generalities, it is more difficult to consider it than if definite details are formu-

lated.--English Mechanic.

To Stop Sparring In Boston. The most notable feature of the last session of the aldermen was the adoption of the aldermanic rule that hereafter suspension of rule 30 can be secured only by a unanimous vote upon a roll call. Rule 30 is, "No license shall be granted for exhibitions of pugilism or wrestling." This means in effect that hereafter no licenses for sparring or wrestling can be secured except by a unanimous vote. The roll must be called, too, which will make the passage of an order or permit all the more difficult. Notwithstanding the adoption of this rule no less than 11 petitions for sparring and wrestling permits were received. They were referred to the committee on licenses when appointed.--Boston Advertiser.

GYMNASTICS FOR HORSES. A Veteran Horse Trainer Thinks Trotting Records Can Be Reduced. "I have invented ways and means to introduce the horse to a series of gymnastics which will shorten the time many seconds on trotting records, and there is no reason why a well bred horse subjected to my gymnastic exercises cannot make a mile in two minutes," said Professor Bartholomew, the horse educator, recently at Independence to a number of horse fanciers. "Wonderful advancement has been made in breeding and training horses the past 40 years, but with scientific gymnastics added to a horse's training it is sure to cause yet greater surprises to record breaking. The human body has been wonderfully developed by gymnastic exercise, as every one knows, and had this idea of gymnastics been introduced in the training of horses years ago, "Professor Bartholomew continued, "greater advancement would have been made along the lines of speed and endurance. "A horse can trot a quarter of a mile now in 30 seconds, and it stands to reason that if a horse can make a record of a quarter of a mile in 30 seconds, and it has been done, he can be put in condition to go a mile at the same rate of speed. Crack drivers have failed to put their horses in the proper condition so far, and it is very doubtful if the present system of training trotting horses will ever bring about a two minute record or less. "Some will ask, How can a horse work in gymnastics? But if the principle had been grasped by horsemen years ago it would have undoubtedly been put in use. I have the principle without mistake, and winter is the time to do the work. In winter horses, as a rule, are losing speed instead of gaining. "The exercise I subject a horse to will result in activity and long reach and will cause running horses to make better records as well as produce more speed in trotters. I refuse to tell how these results can be brought about, simply for the reason that some men would undertake to practice my theory without judgment and knowledge of application, and he would fail to produce the desired result. The public would condemn the principle, which I have demonstrated to my own satisfaction. I have never undertaken to prove my theory to the trotting fraternity, but the theory can be demonstrated in the course of a series of gymnastic trainings, say, in four or five months. With horse gymnastics the fleetest horse can improve as much as the slower ones that undergo the same drill. Every muscle and fiber of the horse is brought into play, until, in prize ring parlance, he is in the pink of condition.

"A prizefighter while in training for the ring has his skin, scalp and bones hardened until he is turned into the ring a perfect man physically. Every muscle has been exercised with a few of endurance. He has punched the bag,

taken long runs to test his wind and reduce flesh--in short, the condition of the prizefighter is brought about by gymnastics. The same thing can be done with a horse, but the exercise on a race track won't do it. The animal must have gymnastics and be brought to the pink of condition before he can break a record. He must be taught to walk on his hind legs, to strengthen the muscles of the back. He must be taught to lie down, roll over, reach out and gather quickly--in short, he must be put through a scientific course of gymnastics until every muscle shall be brought into play, toughened and strengthened. To do this he must be a trick horse after being trained in gymnastics. Great results will follow in the way of speed and endurance." Professor Bartholomew is a veteran horse trainer and has enjoyed a national reputation for years as such. He has a ruddy face, deep set blue eyes and wears his iron gray hair brushed back from his forehead. He resides at Independence and owns one of the handsomest residences in that suburban city. He formerly owned the greatest walking horse in the world. The animal could cover a mile in a square heel and toe walk in ten minutes and go the gait day in and out at the rate of six miles an hour. The professor disposed of the animal in California some years ago.--Kansas City Journal.

F[?] L[?] the W[?].

The French society against the [?] of tobacco notes with regret that for the

first time France has a president who is a confirmed smoker. M. Felix [?] smokes several cigars a day. M. [?]

had a detestation of tobacco that was almost fanatical. Marshal [?] had been a great smoker, but gave up

smoking long before he became president. Similarly M. Grevy had abandon-

ed the practice before his election. M. Carnes not only did not smoke, but like M. Thiers, disliked the smell of [?]on. M. Cashair Perler was not [?] a smoker, for at most [?] would just light a cigarette, which he would throw away immediately. The great majority of Frenchmen of course smoke. They fondly [?] if M. Faure is allowed to smoke long enough at the [?] there will [?] improvement in the [?] quality of the cigars sold [?] which the government monopoly supplies.--Paris Letter.