VOL. XIV.

OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, MARCH 21, 1895. NO. 51.

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.

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.

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. J. E. PRYOR, PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON, Ocean City, N. J. Special attention given to diseases of the Nose and Throat, and of Children.

Ancient Steelyards. The steelyards found in Herculaneum are constructed on exactly the same principle as though of today, with a pan and a bar, with a graduated scale, along which a wedge was removed. The weight was of metal and commonly represented a human head, sometimes the head of a deity, Mercury being the most popular.

HER VIOLIN.

I would I were a violin, To rest beneath her dimpled chin, And softly kiss her swanlike throat, And breathe my love through every note When o'er my strings her fingers fair Should lightly wander here and there The while her flashing bow did press My bosom, with its swift caress, Then would I waken into song The rapture that had slumbered long, Mine ear against her swelling breast, Should hearken to its sweet unrest. And--happy spy--then should I know How, deep beneath that drifted snow, A blissful tumult in her heart Made all her fluttering pulses start. Then that high calm, that maiden grace, That meekly proud and peerless face, That aureole of sun bright hair, That brow such as the seraphs wear--No longer these should baffle quite The anxious lover's dazzled sight. Ah, would I were her violin, That thus her secret I might win! --James V. Kenyon in Century.

It Was Either Marry or Work. "Mr. Hardup must have used a great deal of flattery to woo the heiress." "No. He simply told her the truth." "Indeed?" "Yes. He said he couldn't live without her."--New York Press.

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.

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.

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. (Office Opposite Public Buildings.)

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.

LAW OFFICE 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

G. P. MOORE, ARCHITECT, BUILDER, AND

PRACTICAL SLATER,

Ocean City, N. J. Best Roofing Slate constantly on hand.

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.

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.

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A SPECK OF DIRT.

The empty house in the square was taken at last. It had been to let for months, but now the bills were removed from the windows, and painters and paper hangers took possession of the premises, to be succeeded by the young man with the yard measure and his satellites who represented a certain famous furniture emporium in the Tottenham Court road.

Art That Pays.

"Some years ago a young man came to New York from the west with big aspirations about becoming an artist,"

said Alexander Stieff of New York. "He had been praised without stint in his own community and led to believe that the metropolis was the proper field in which to display his talents and secure remunerative recognition. I knew his people and met him several

times after his locating there. He was as proud as Lucifer and kept a stiff upper lip when asked how he was getting

on, but I noticed that his confidence and enthusiasm were pretty much assumed. After awhile he dropped out of my sight, and I saw nothing of him for three years. He was sleek and prosperous looking, and I was glad to see that

he had evidently caught on. I remarked

that art appeared to be agreeing with him. He colored up and looked disconcerted for a moment, and then he laugh-

ed and told me his story.

"He said he had stuck to landscape and genre work until he had no more money to buy canvas or paint, but no customers had ever reached him. He was in despair when he happened to see an advertisement offering a prize for the best design for wall paper. He pawned his overcoat for a few dollars and procured some materials and went to work on a design. He submitted it in person before it was fairly dry, and it immediately struck the fancy of the advertiser, who was a wall paper manufacturer. He had been doing nothing else since, he said, and was making lots of money. I understood from him that new designs for such paper commanded very high prices, and that a successful maker of them could afford to laugh at the average artist when the financial returns were taken into consideration."

--Washington Star.

HE HAD NERVE. Most Drummers Have, but This One Could Give Them Points.

There is one kind of merchant detectable to the traveling man, and that is the individual who knows it all and orders his goods direct from the house, instead of allowing the traveler to take his order. There is such a man in a town not many miles from Indianapolis. He has no use for traveling men, and if one of them happens to drop into his store the old grocery keeper either ignores him altogether or gives him a terrible tongue lashing. The old fellow was caught once, however, and those who have been unfortunate enough to run up against him are wondering how it was done. The man who sold him a

bill of goods heard before he reached the town what a tough old customer he

was, and he made up his mind to sell him a bill of goods or die in the attempt. He had been told how every scheme failed, and he resolved to try a new game--that of making him mad. He went into the store bright and early,

whistling a merry tune. The proprietor

was back at his desk, and the drummer

"braced" the clerk.

"Where is it?" he asked.

"What, where, how?" exclaimed the

clerk, half scared to death.

"The chief mogul, the high muck-a-muck, his royal nibs, his jaglets, the boss," answered the traveling man. "Oh, you mean Mr. S----. There he

is, back there."

The traveling man walked back to the desk and tossed his card over to the grocery keeper. "Is this Mr. S----?"

he asked.

The grocery keeper kept on writing and paid no attention to the traveling

man than if he were a post.

"Say, you baldheaded old guy, if you are deaf and dumb, why don't you hang a sign on your back so people will know it?" The last remark brought the old fellow to time, and he opened out in great shape.

"Young man," he said, "I don't want anything to do with you, and, moreover, I do not propose to be insulted in my own house. If you are not out of here in one minute, I will either throw you into the street or call the police and have you arrested." "The ---- you will," replied the drummer. "I don't know about that. I represent the well known firm of Seizeall & Holden of Indianapolis, and I came here to sell you a bill of goods. You have the reputation of killing a traveling man every day, simply because he is trying to earn an honest living. Everybody in Indianapolis told me that it was impossible to sell you anything. They said your currants were half flies, your cheese moldy, and that you were a back number. I told them they lied, and now, to prove that they do not know what they are talking about, I want to send in your order." The traveling man opened up his sample case and sold a good order. His nerve did it.--Indianapolis Sentinel.

A SPECK OF DIRT.

The empty house in the square was taken at last. It had been to let for months, but now the bills were removed from the windows, and painters and paper hangers took possession of the premises, to be succeeded by the young man with the yard measure and his satellites who represented a certain famous furniture emporium in the Tottenham Court road. Arguing from the fact that a neat brougham containing a feminine figure in sealskin and latest thing in Parisian headgear paid frequent visits to the scene of operations, report said that the new tenant was a woman. The assertion was verified when she moved in one day, and the neat brougham, in company with a victoria and a couple of saddle horses, took up its quarters in a neighboring mews. She was young, moreover, and unmarried, and American from the crown of her well poised head to the tip of her little arched feet. Beyond her companion, a British dame of middle age, she was alone, and why she required that great ugly mansion in dingy Bloomsbury was incomprehensible.

Her left hand neighbor alone hazarded no idle conjectures regarding her. Mr. Barlow was a tall, spare, middle aged man, but no ascetic, for if his appearance afforded a reliable index to his character he inclined more to port wine than imagination. He was supposed to be a childless widower, and his black broadcloth and fat watch chain were redolent of opulent and Philistine respectability.

But although Mr. Barlow took no interest whatever in her, strange to relate, she evidently took a great interest in him. For when, shortly after her arrival, he came out of his house to go for a walk the newly hung lace curtains in the dining room were slightly drawn aside, and the eloquent gray eyes of Miss

Sadie B. Ruddock, late of New York,

scrutinized him with peculiar intensity. The same day a young lady, richly dressed and alone, entered the offices of Messrs. Lupton & Doyle, the celebrated private injury agents, and was forthwith ushered into the presence of the junior partner. She came to the point with that promptitude which usually distinguished the actions of her compa-

triots.

"Mr. Doyle," she said, "I require

your assistance in a matter of great importance to me--a matter that concerns some one in whom I am greatly interested. Plainly, I want you to help me clear the name of an innocent man who was sentenced to five years' penal servitude. He did not serve his time. The train which was conveying him to Portland was wrecked. In the ensuing confusion he escaped and made his way in safety to the United States, where he is now living under an assumed name. But he cannot rest until his guilt is refuted and the real criminal brought to justice. As he dare not return to England for the purpose, I have come in his stead. If needful, I will spend thou-

sands rather than fail." "Is he related to you?"

"He is my future husband," she said, with a blush. "In order to make the matter plain, I had better give you a brief outline of his trial. It was only two years ago. Perhaps you may remember it? His name is Wilfred Vining, and he was convicted of uttering forged bank notes. They were given to him in the course of some business transactions by a Mr. Barlow, who subsequently denied all knowledge of the affair. I am hopeful in renewing inves-

tigation, because unfortunately Mr.

Vining was poor, which no doubt had something to do with the failure of his

defense."

"Hum," said the detective dubiously. "If I understand you aright, you want to obtain proof, after the lapse of three years, that certain notes were given by one man to another in an interview without witnesses. My dear lady, it isn't possible." "But you don't understand me at all," replied the fair American. "What I want you to prove for me is my conviction that this Barlow's responsible exterior masks a forger. I was sure he was a villain when that poor boy told me his story. I am more than ever sure since I've seen the fellow. I don't like his eyes. A man with eyes like that would do anything!" The detective laughed. "My dear young lady, what a sensational theory! However, it's possible, or course, and therein lies the only chance I can see of clearing Mr. Vining. What sort of person is Mr. Barlow?" He is believed to be a [?] man of [?] means and a childless widower. He has occupied a large house in one of the west central square for the last three years and lives alone with the exception of servants, two male and one female. I have taken the next house. I thought it might be useful." "It may be useful. I see you have been doing a little detective work on your own account," he said, smiling. "So far so good. But please don't make any more inquiries about him. If he has anything to conceal, we don't want to set him on his guard." He shifted on his chair and scribbled on a blotting pad. "By the way, I suppose you are quite sure that Mr. Vining's version of the affair is correct?" "I would stake my life on his truth and honor." "You are biased, my dear madam?" "Possibly. But common sense must tell you that if he had wished to deceive me as to his character the need not have confided to me his name and history. However, if you are afraid to undertake the case, say so, Mr. Doyle, and I will go to some one else." "Afraid? Not at all," said the detective, with alacrity. "I shall be happy to exert my best endeavors on Mr. Vining's behalf."

The first thing the detective did was to set a watch upon Mr. Barlow from next door, but he had to pass the notes after he had forged them, so his every movement out of doors was reported. At the end of a couple of weeks the private inquiry agent began to look blank. Mr. Barlow's conduct was irreproachable. He went for a walk every day, and once he visited his tailor's. That was all. He was invariably home before dark. "I'll have him shadowed for another week, but really I don't see much use in it," he thought, and he said as much to Sadie. "Mr. Vining must be mistaken as to who gave him the notes. The man seems perfectly respectable." One of Doyle's emissaries, following Barlow one night in evening dress, succeeded in making himself chummy with that gentleman in a chance encounter at one of the music halls and thereafter had many social evenings with him. Still nothing was discovered. At length, however, something occurred. A satellite returned with the information that Barlow had entered a small hairdresser's shop in a back street in Soho and had remained there quite two hours. This was mysterious. For what purpose could the white waistcoated householder with the bland smile and the creaking patent leather boots have spent all that time in a dirty little barber's shop? The next morning Doyle undertook the shadowing himself. Mr. Barlow went for a walk and nowhere else. Ditto the next day and the five subsequent days. The detective raged. For nearly a fortnight nothing occurred, and then Mr. Barlow visited Soho again. While Doyle waited for his reappearance one or two persons came out of the shop, and some went in. Among the former he noticed a gentleman with bushy sandy whiskers. Three quarters of an hour later he returned. The pavement was narrow, and he brushed against the shabby lounger at the corner. And the shabby lounger's observant eyes noticed that there was a speck of mud on the gentleman's otherwise immaculate shirt collar. It was a dirty

day, one of London's own.

Presently the private door opened, and Barlow, in his own proper person, issued forth and walked briskly down

the street.

On his collar, in the very same place,

was a little speck of mud.

It was three weeks later. In his private room the manager of the X----bank was cordially shaking hands with a spare gentleman of benevolent aspect. "You want those large notes changed for small ones? Certainly, sir. Anything to oblige a client of Messrs. Gordon & Co. A recommendation from them is a

recommendation indeed!"

A few minutes afterward the old gentleman quitted the building, and calling a hansom drove to Charing Cross station. Close in the rear followed another hansom, whose occupant was Mr.

Doyle.

The old gentleman entered the station. So did the detective. He came out again and took another cab. Ditto Mr. Doyle. A short journey on the underground railway was followed by a sharp walk, which terminated at the private door of the shop in Soho. Therein vanished the old gentleman, only to reappear a short time later in his true character as Mr. Barlow. The detective watched him down the street with a look of genuine admiration on his face. "He's disguised himself twice within my knowledge so that his own mother wouldn't know him," he muttered. "And to think that a man of that genius should have been betrayed by a little bit of dirt." Mr. Doyle returned post haste to the X---- bank. Therein all was consternation, for a discovery had just been made that the old gentleman's letter of reference from Gordon & Co. was as false as the £25 notes they had exchanged for him. That afternoon the house in Bedford square was entered by the police. A quantity of forged notes and the necessary implements for making them were discovered in a back room, and Mr. Barlow and his servants, or rather confederates, were arrested. At the time of the trial it transpired that they had only been waiting to make one more large coup before leaving the country with their ill gotten gains. By the next steamer the young man sailed for England, and a week later Sadie was clasped in her lover's arms.--Good Company.

Will Sustain 945,766,800 Persons. Have you any idea of the number of persons that the United States would sustain without overcrowding the population or even going beyond the limit of density now shown by the state of Rhode Island? The last census of the pygmy state just gives it a population of 800,000. The area of the state in square smiles is only 1,250. Thus we find that there is an average of 318 persons on every square mile of her territory. We can best illustrate the sustaining capacity of the whole of the United States and of the other states by making some comparisons. The state of Texas has an area of 965,780 square miles, and were it equally as densely populated as "Little Rhody" would comfortably sustain a population of 83,523,628 inhabitants --a greater number of persons than the whole country is expected to have in the year 1900. Scatter people all over the whole land from the Atlantic to the Pacific and from the gulf to the British possessions as thickly as they are now in Rhode Island, and we would have 945,766,800 inhabitants, instead of an insignificant 62,000,000. In other words, if the United States could be peopled to their utmost sustaining capacity, we could take care of nearly two-thirds of the present population of the globe.--St. Louis Republic.

Dingbats.

The Boston Journal gives various theories as to the meaning of the word "dingbats." One writer who spent his boyhood in Maine thinks it means to spank, because his mother when getting ready to use the slipper threatened to put the "dingbats" on him. From Wilberham academy comes the explanation that it means the breakfast biscuit, which the students dispose of by sticking it to the under side of the table, throwing it at the heads of other students or eating it. A Connecticut pupil states that to receive punishment at the hands of the teacher is known as "getting the dingbats." Two Philadelphians agreed that it means money, as in the contention, "I've got the dingbats for it." But New Hampshire agrees with Maine that it means spanking, and so the majority appears to side with the maternal slipper. It is from such "little acorns" that the tall tree of our almost cosmopolitan language has grown. We got "blizzard" from the west, "kuklux" from the south, "boom" from the ambitious cities, "crank" from the eccentric minds in every part of the country, "pastata" from Italy, "chalitza" from Russia. Dingbats is going to be a great convenience.

A Dampener.

"Why is it that you girls seem to think so much more of the men who come in here than you do of the women?" asked the man with an interrogation point in his mind. "Is it because the men are more agreeable?"

"Oh, no," replied the saleslady, with a toss of her head. "It is because the men are such ninnies that they don't know what things are worth. If they do, it doesn't matter, if you only appear to think they're awfully bright or awfully good looking."--Boston Tran-

script.

The Financial Situation. Long--Are you in favor of a gold [?]? Short--Silver is good enough for me. Have you a spare quarter?--Detroit Free Press.

During the gold [?] in [?] the price of [?] was [?] in San Francisco.

THE MAID OF THE MIST.

A Perilous Trip That the Staunch Little

Craft Successfully Performed.

Everybody who has visited Niagara falls has heard of the Maid of the Mist. Her history is interesting. She was built in 1846 for navigation between the American and Canadian shores of the

Niagara just below Niagara falls. She was 79 feet long, with 17 feet breadth

of beam and 8 feet depth of hold, and she carried an engine of 100 horsepower. After seven years' service her owner desired to sell her. He received an offer of little more than half her cost if he would deliver her at Niagara, opposite the fort, and after consulting with her captain and pilot, Joel R. Robinson, he decided to accept the offer. Robinson consented to act as pilot for the fearful voyage, Jones, the engineer, agreed to accompany him, and a machinist named McIntyre volunteered to

share the risk with them.

On June 15, 1861, in the presence of a large crowd, the little vessel left the dock, which was just above the suspension bridge, ran up the eddy a short distance, cleared the smooth water and shot like an arrow into the rapid under the bridge. When a third of the way down, she was struck by a jet of water which carried away her smokestack and keeled her over. But she speedily righted, and after receiving another drenching from the waves dashed on without further accident to the quiet bosom of the river below Lewiston.--New York Advertiser.

A Wonderful Machine. A conception of the ingenuity involved in the construction of some of the finer tools now employed in various

manufactures may be obtained from the following fact:

A machine for turning out watch screws was recently exhibited at the Institution of Mechanical Engineers in London which was so complimented that several skilled engineers present confessed that they were unable to follow the train of mechanism, even when it was explained by the aid of working drawings.

Yet this machine, when a wire is fed to it, goes on doing its work, turning out perfect screws, and as long as the wire lasts it requires no intervention by its human attendants.--Youth's Companion.