VOL. XIV.

OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 28, 1895.

NO. 48.

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

Restaurants.

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.

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 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. PETER MURDOCH, DEALER IN COAL and WOOD, Ocean City, N. J. Orders left at 806 Asbury avenue will receive prompt attention.

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.

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.

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.

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. LEANDER 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.

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.

Lincoln on Equality. In a speech at Chicago in 1858 Lincoln said: "My friend has said that I am a poor hand to quote Scripture. I will try it again, however. It is said in one of the admonitions of our Lord, 'As your father in heaven is perfect, be ye also perfect.' The Saviour, I suppose, did not expect any human creature could be perfect as the Father in heaven, but he said, 'As your Father in heaven is perfect, be ye also perfect.' He set that up as a standard, and he who did most in reaching that standard, attained the highest degree of moral perfection. So I say in relation to the to the principle that all men are created equal, let it be as nearly reached as we can. If we cannot give freedom to every creature, let us do nothing that will impose slavery upon any other creature."

In 1700 a handkerchief cost fifty cents in Massachusetts, while a pair of stockings cost 75 cents, and potatoes were 30 cents a bushel.

AT THE CIRCUS. Lost my money at the circus--Glory, hallelu! I come to town An planked it down Fer to see them horses go aroun An the circus chap--oh, he done me brown--Glory, hallelu! Lost my money at the circus--Glory, hallelu! It turned my heels an it turned my head, Fer the lemonade was a bilin red, An the cheap, cheap sideshows had me dead, An the ace o' clubs warn't the card I said--Glory, hallelu! Lost my money at the circus--Glory, hallelu! I lost it square, But I jest don't care, Fer I seen it all, an I got my share (Have you got one dollar and a half to spare?)--Glory, hallelu!--Atlanta Constitution.

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.

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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THE FAMILY TREE. Captain Craik was the proudest man in America. He had served creditably in the war of 1812, as his father had in the Revolution and his grandfather in the "Old French war"--all captains who had never received a scratch or once encountered the vulgar smell of gunpowder. That none of his name had ever risen above the rank of captain was a circumstance he not a little plumed himself upon. Generals and commanders in chief, he was accustomed to say, were for the most part parvenus, promoted through luck or accidental reasons. But a captaincy running in a family for three generations was quite another affair. Family pride was the captain's specialty. How far back he could trace his kindred nobody knew, but it was popularly believed he could, if so minded, produce satisfactory proof that the Craiks had cruised through the flood in their drawn private yacht. The captain hated the new and worshiped the old. When he went about it was in an ancient family gig drawn by an old horse of approved extraction, now a mere pedigree in harness, but in whose spaving and windgalls the captain took almost as much pride as he did in the family gout. Captain Craik was rich, moreover. Time and the natural rise of property had made him so. He would have scorned the acquisition of wealth by any less respectable mode. Trade he looked upon as plebeian and vulgar. Speculation was upstartish, and as for petroleum

--faugh!

His daughter and only child he had left to die unforgiven and almost in want for having married a man without a grandfather. The poor girl had sought his forgiveness while her husband lived, but ceased to do so after his death, seeming to look upon such an act as a sort of treason to his memory. Her infant son, however, soon left motherless as well as fatherless, was taken into favor at last for the sake of the blood that was in him, and thus it came that Willard Spence was brought up in his grandfather's house in a way befitting the heir apparent to the handsomest fortune within 50 miles. Captain Craik would have greatly preferred that his grandson, after finishing at college, should have sat down in gentlemanly idleness and quietly awaited his turn at the family succession. But Willard Spence had other views. He was far from sharing his grandfather's notions on the value of ancestry, and though too discreet to openly laugh at them he felt he was more than likely to run counter to them some day, as his poor mother had done, when his own time to marry came. It was for this reason partly and partly because he had an ambition to be something in his own right that Willard prevailed upon his grandfather to enter him as a student in the office of Mr. Stiles, the leading lawyer of the country. It was with some reluctance that the old gentleman yielded. He entertained a not very exalted opinion of the bar. But then it was a stepping stone to the bench, and though the family could boast of three successive captains there had never been a chief justice in it. It was this consideration that determined

the captain.

If John Stiles was the driest of lawyers, his daughter Mary was the prettiest and most fascinating of girls, and Willard Spence was not the man to be slow in finding it out. It would be the old story over to recount the steps of their falling in love and how deeply

they fell in.

Willard ventured to hint to his grandfather one day, not at the state of his feelings, but what a nice, intelligent young lady Miss Stiles was. The old gentleman caught like gunpowder. He had no excuse for putting a summary

end to his grandson's legal studies and

packing him off on a foreign tour, for

the young man had said nothing to justify a suspicion of his being in love. But the captain scented danger afar and proceeded to read such a homily on the sin of marrying into families without lineage and put such a disinheriting look on that Willard was fain to drop the subject.

If the reader has ever read Blackstone he will remember, and if he hasn't we will tell him, that in the second book there is a folding leaf called "Table of Descents," whereon the author illustrates the mode of computing kindred by a tabular view of the ancestors and collateral relatives for ten or a dozen generations of a certain fictitious John Stiles. The names are inclosed in little circles, with lines uniting those supposed to have intermarried, whose names are further united by other lines to those of their offspring. "I have it!" was Willard Spence's exclamation as his eye fell on this leaf lying loose in the volume he was reading one day. That evening it was accidentally dropped in his grandfather's way. "What's this!" asked the old gentleman, picking it up and putting on his specs. "A paper I found in some of Mr. Stiles' books," was the innocent reply. "Humph! A copy of the Stiles family tree, and--stop, let me see--running back, as I live, through more generations than I supposed any man in the state could count but myself! Who'd have thought that dried up old lawyer had so much blood in him?" "Not I certainly," acquiesced Willard. "And soc, here's the name of Baker. My maternal great-grandmother's maiden name was Baker. By Jove, I shouldn't wonder if we found ourselves related yet!" "Nor I either," said Willard drily. "Miss Stiles--is she very handsome?" inquired the old gentleman. "Passably," answered the young hypocrite. Then it occurred to the captain to lecture his grandson on the impropriety of not having returned the paper to Mr. Stiles at once. The young man defended himself with a fib, which the reader may pardon if he likes. He said the paper had dropped out of a book he brought home to read, and of course he would hand it to Mr. Stiles the first thing in the morning. Next day Willard was sitting in Mr. Stiles' office fumbling over a lawbook and thinking of Mary when his grandfather's gig drove up. Willard wished in his heart it had broken down by the way. The thing he most dreaded was the two old gentlemen getting together and coming to explanations at present. "Is Mr. Stiles in?" inquired the captain. "Yes, sir," answered the office boy, ushering the visitor into the back office before Willard had time to tell the lie he had framed or tip the boy the wink. "Good morning, Mr. Stiles," said the captain blandly. "Good morning, captain," returned the lawyer a little stiffly. "Pray be seated." The captain excused the stiffness. A man with a dozen generations at his

back had a right to be stiff. "I come to speak to you on a matter of importance," said the captain, taking the proffered seat. The lawyer's face brightened at the prospect of securing a valuable client. "My maternal great-grandmother," the captain proceeded, "was a Baker, and your grandfather"--"Was a shoemaker," the other was on the point of interrupting, for he knew the captain's hobby and had little patience with it. But before the word was spoken which would doubtless have led to the explanation Willard so much feared, a cry of alarm broke off the conversation. The two gentlemen reached the front door in time to see the captain's horse and gig dashing down the street at a pace that astonished all beholders. For the first time in 20 years old Roan's blood was up, and as he tore along in a gait compounded of equal parts of canter and stringhalt it was hard to tell which rattled most, the dry bones of the horse or the rickety old gig. The question of which would go to pieces first was speedily settled by one of the hubs striking a post, which in an instant reduced the vehicle to its original elements and brought old Roan up standing, his composure completely restored, the crackers having ceased to pop.

"Who on earth did it?" roared the captain.

Willard didn't know unless it was a sandy haired boy he had just seen dodge round the corner, with a face too dirty to be recognized. What with the excitement and the gathering up of the fragments and the arrangements necessary to get the captain and old Roan home, the object of the former's visit was for the time forgotten. Before he found an opportunity to renew it, a severe attack of gout laid him up for a season. Meanwhile Willard pressed his suit. Mr. Stiles gave his consent. Mary's had already been obtained, and the "family tree" had settled all scruples with the captain, whose only regret was at not being able to attend the wedding. Whether he ever found out the true state of the case is more than we can tell. If he did, he said nothing, for Mary's loving granddaughterly ways soon completely won his proud old heart, and when little great-grandchildren began to prattle about his knees it wouldn't have made much difference what he found out.--Exchange.

Pneumatic Tires. Most people imagine that pneumatic tires are novelties of recent invention, and yet they were actually used on English roads nearly 50 years ago. We read that "at the Bath and west of England agricultural show, held at Guilford, a couple of carriage wheels were shown fitted with pneumatic tires. These were made by May & Jacobs for the Duke of Northumberland 47 years ago, but the carriage proving too heavy for the horse they were disused. The tires were constructed on almost exactly the same principle as those in use on cycles today --an inner air chamber, with a stronger outer cover. When punctured, they were repaired by the same means as now adopted."--Hardware Hard to Beat. Inasmuch as all sorts of grotesque and outlandish names are being considered for the new cup defender, perhaps it would be a good thing to call the yacht "The Hard Boiled Egg" for the reason that it could never be beaten.--New York Tribune.

HE HAD NO HARD FEELINGS.

You see that woman coming, Jack, dressed up in pink and gray? Well, that's a woman whom I loved in times now passed away. I used to visit her each night, and write her every day. And words of burning, eager love to her I'd often say.

I'd take her out to parties and to many a matinee; Would send her every week or so a costly big bouquet; Large sums out of my salary I cheerfully would pay For buggy rides and such like things, to make our courtship gay. Well, after all I'd done for her this same young maid, Miss May, Although her parents stern had said to such a marriage nay,

Hartford things it has [?] well for American [?] been the home of [?].

Packed up her clothes together and skipped lightly out one day,

And wedded a young fellow down at Narragansett Bay.

Well, good-by, Jack, she's coming, and with her I must stray. You say that you're astonished that a word to her I'd say, That I should coldly snub and scorn such a deceitful fay. But don't you see? I am the man with whom she ran away. --Charles J. Colton in New York Sun.

PROTECTION OF IRON COLUMNS. Bricks In Portland Cement Successfully Withstand Fire.

Some experiments were recently made by the building inspection department, Vienna, on the protection of iron from fire by casing it with brick. A wrought iron column 13 feet long and built of two channels connected by lattice bars was used. This was set up in a small chamber constructed of brick, and the column was loaded by levers. This done, it was surrounded by a 4½ inch brick wall laid in fire clay mortar. The wall did not fit closely around the column, and advantage was taken of this to fix there samples of fusible metals, which should serve as a gauge of the temperature attained. Various samples of stone concrete and other materials were also placed in the chamber within the column. This chamber was then filled with split firewood, which was lighted, and the doors immediately walled up with slabs of plaster of paris. After the fire had broken out the doors were broken in and a stream of water turned into the room from a 14 horsepower fire engine. An examination of the room next showed that the walls of brick, laid in portland cement, retained their strength, while most of the material stone left in the chamber had been destroyed. The ceiling had been lined partly with plaster of paris and partly with terra cotta tiles. Both were damaged. The inclosure around the iron pillars was still standing firm, though corners of the brickwork were clipped one inch or so, and the fire clay mortar was largely washed out of the joints. On removing the casing, however, the pillar was found to be uninjured, even the paint being unscorched, and the fusible plugs only showed a temperature of 140 degrees F.--Engineering. The Roulades of the Past. In the present atmosphere of musical training it is quite certain that vocalists do not flourish. For one thing the tendency of modern music is all against that kind of composition in which singers used most to delight and which provided them with their principal artistic diet. The roulades of a day that is dead were perfect training for the voice and were really only objectionable when they occupied the place of real music. Now that a different ideal is set up these expellant exercises have almost entirely gone out of fashion, and young and tender voices are ruined or broken on intellectual compositions that they cannot grasp or interpret. It is notoriously far easier to make a silk purse out of a sow's ear than to transform a singer into a musician, and in nine cases out of ten either the student rebels against the training and warbles his beloved nonsense to the delight of his amateur friends and the most indulgent section of the public or develops into an admirable musician without a scrap of voice. The question of the battle between vocal and intel-

lectual training is too large a question to be discussed here, but it may be pointed out hat the few artists who manage by the help of a peculiarly happy combination of circumstances to learn the art of intelligent expression without losing the beauty of voice that is the gift of nature need fear no undue competition.--National Review.

The Spread of Ritualism. Mention has been made of late of the growth of ritualistic practices in the Anglican communion, but no figures were given. Now, however, a Mr. Gregory Ware, writing in a secular paper, publishes a table showing the manner in which ritualism has spread in the Church of England in ten years: No. of churches in which used: 1882 | 1892 Eastward position......... 1,660 | 3,929 Eucharistic vestments...... 339 | 1,626 Altar lights.... 381 | 2,048 Incense.... 9 | 177

—Christian Intelligencer.

A New Bird For Epicures. Speaking of birds, a new variety has been put on the market and promises to become quite a favorite with epicures. It is the tinamou, a native of South America, from where they are exported. The bird is described as being a little larger than a quail, but not as large as a pheasant. It is a deep olive color, slightly and narrowly banded with black, with a red crown. It is decidedly gassy in flavor and sells for $3 per dozen. The bird promises to become popular.--Washington Star.

VICTORIA'S HOME LIFE. Her Majesty Still Clings to Wax Candles and Wood Fires. For lighting Windsor castle four methods are available, all of which are more or less in operation--viz, gas, oil, candles and the electric light--while for warming and cooking wood, coal and gas are used. During the residence of the court some hundreds of persons are in the castle besides the royal family and the visitors. Consequently the adequate provision of all these processes is of a somewhat gigantic nature, keeping many persons constantly employed. For the general lighting and heating gas and coal are adopted, but this is not so in the queen's own rooms nor in many other of the royal apartments. In the matter of fires for her own rooms the queen strictly banishes coal. She has a confirmed preference for wood only. Special supplies of wood have to be obtained for this purpose from the thickly timbered hills a few miles up the river above Windsor, where a number of workmen are regularly employed on this task. The timber, when felled and roughly trimmed on the spot, is brought down to a wharf on the riverside, where it is dressed and cut up into blocks of fixed sizes. It is then stacked to get seasoned, and as required supplies are brought down to the castle for consumption in the queen's rooms. Gas and oil are excluded from her majesty's apartments. Here light is produced by means of wax candles, all of one special pattern, their daily removal being the duty of a special officer. In some of the other apartments gas is utilized, and in other parts oil lamps are burned, gas supplying the quarters of the staff generally. Moreover, although the queen bars all but candles for her own private use, she has permitted the introduction of an electric light plant. This is placed underneath the north terrace and is in charge a special engineer under the general supervision of a prominent electrician. This plant has never been largely used, but the light has been led into and applied to the main corridors, to one or two of the royal apartments and to the library. Electric bells and telephones abound throughout the castle, but electric light is allowed very limited play.

The coal required for Windsor castle chiefly comes from certain collieries in North Wales, brought in trainloads of perhaps 500 tons at a time. From the station it is carted to the castle, in various parts of which are deep and spacious cellars, into which it is tipped. Thence it is conveyed as required to the different rooms and offices, numbering some hundreds.

Lifts are almost unknown in the castle. Consequently the coal has to be hoisted from the cavernous cellars and carried hither and thither by coal porters. The replenishing of the fires is carried out upon a most careful and efficient plan, footmen and other high-

er servants receiving the coal from the porters and passing it on to the royal

apartments at intervals throughout the day.

Each official connected with heating and lighting the castle has his allotted duties and recognized position, and thus the residence of the highest lady in the land is lighted and warmed in

efficient manner by many and various processes.--New York Advertiser.

Sad [?].

A certain old Dr. J. in Boston, who died long ago, was famous among all his colleagues for his scientific delight in obscure diseases. Introduce him to a strange case, and he betrayed an enthusiasm which nothing save medical zeal seemed to rouse in him. A dear friend of his, a man about his own age, died rather suddenly, and the nephew, also a physician, went to call upon old Dr. J.

"Doctor," he said when he was admitted to the office, "my uncle died last night." "What?" cried the doctor, "my dear old friend dead? Dear, dear, that strikes very near home. I shall miss him indeed. What did he die of?" "We don't know, doctor. We want you to come around tomorrow and make an examination."

The doctor bent over his memorandum book and whirled the leaves energetically. "Let me see, tomorrow. No, I've an engagement with Dr. Holmes that can't possibly be put off. My dear boy, get Dr. ----. He's doing some fine work in that line. But I can't tell you how it pains me to say no. I can't tell you"--The nephew's eyes grew moist. He knew some tribute of friendship of the dead was about to follow, but the doctor continued, with the same warmth and sincerity: "I can't tell you how much I regret my inability to perform this last favor to my dear old friend."--Youth's Companion.