VOL. XIV. OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, MARCH 28, 1895. NO. 52.

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. J. E. PRYOR, PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON,

Ocean City, N. J. Special attention given to diseases of the Nose and Throat, and of Children.

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.

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 Entertain-

ments a Specialty. Everything to fur-

nish 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. 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.

Attorneys-at-Law. LAW OFFICES SCHUYLER C. WOODRULL, 310 Market St., Camden, N. J.

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.) 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.

PALMS AND FERNS. Some Sensible Advice In Regard to Their Proper Care.

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.

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.

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

FLOUR 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.

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.

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.

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

Plasterers, 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 GERMAN HEROINE. [The following is tale was taken from a local Holstein newspaper and translated by the eminent scholar, Max Muller, who says of it "that it came to him in a heap of other papers, fly sheets, pamphlets and books, but it shone like a diamond in a heap of rubbish, and, "Max Muller adds, "as the tale of 'The Old Woman of Sleswick Holstein' it may help to give to many who have been unjust to the inhabitants of the duchies some truer idea of the stuff there is in that strong and stanch and sterling race to which England owes its language, its best blood and its honored name."] THE TALE OF THE OLD WOMAN OF SLESWICK HOLSTEIN. When the war against Denmark began in the winter of 1863, offices were opened in the principal towns of Germany for collecting charitable contributions. At Hamburg Messrs. L. and K. had set apart a large room for receiving lint, linen and warm clothing or small sums of money. One day, about Christmas, a poorly clad woman from the country stepped in and inquired in the pure Holstein dialect whether contributions were received here for Sleswick Holstein. The clerk showed her to a table covered with linen rags and such like articles. But she turned away and pulled out an old leather purse, and taking out pieces of money began to count aloud on the counter, "One mark, two marks, three marks," till she had finished her ten marks. "That makes ten marks," she said and shoved the little pile away.

The clerk, who had watched the poor

old woman while she was arranging her small copper and silver coins, asked

her, From whom does the money

come?"

"From me," she said and began counting again. "One mark, two marks, three marks." Thus she went on emptying her purse till she had counted out ten small heaps of coin of ten marks each. Then, counting each heap over once again, she said: "These are my hundred marks for Sleswick Holstein. Be so good as to send them to the soldiers." While the old peasant woman was doing her sums several persons had gathered around her, and as she was leaving the shop she was asked again in a tone of surprise from whom the mon-

ey came.

"From me," she said, and observing that she was closely scanned she turned back, and looking the man full in the face she added, smiling: "It is all honest money. It won't hurt the good

cause."

The clerk assured her that no one had doubted her honesty, but that she herself had no doubt often known want, and that it was hardly right to let her contribute so large a sum, probably the

whole of her savings.

The woman remained silent for a time, but after she had quietly scanned the faces of all present she said: "Surely it concerns no one how I got the money. Many a thought passed through my heart while I was counting that money. You would not ask me to tell you all? "But you are kind gentlemen, and you take much trouble for us poor people. So I'll tell you whence the money came. Yes, I have known want, food has been scarce with me many a day, and it will be so again as I grow older, but our gracious Lord watches over us. He has helped me to bear the troubles which he sent. He will never forsake me. My husband has been dead this many and many a year. I had one only son, and my John was a fine stout fellow, and he worked hard, and he would not leave his old mother. He made my home snug and comfortable. "Then came the war with the Danes. All his friends joined the army, but the only son of a widow, you know, is free. So he remained at home, and no one said to him, 'Come along with us,' for they knew that he was a brave boy, and that it broke his very heart to stay behind. I knew it all. I watched him when the people talked of the war or when the schoolmaster brought the newspaper. Ah, how he turned pale and red, and how he looked away and thought his old mother did not see it! But he said nothing to me, and I said nothing to him. Gracious God, who could have thought that it was so hard to drive our oppressors out of the land? "Then came the news from Frederica. That was a dreadful night. We sat in silence opposite each other. We knew what was in our hearts, and we hardly dared look at each other. Suddenly he rose and took my hand and said, 'Mother!' God be praised, I had strength in that moment. 'John,' I said, 'our time has come. Go, in God's name. I know how thou lovest me and what thou hast suffered. God knows what will become of me if I am left alone, but our Lord Jesus Christ will forsake neither thee nor me.' John agitated as a volunteer. The day of parting came. Ah, I am making a long story of it all! John stood before me in his new uniform. 'Mother, he said, 'one request before we part--if it is to be.' 'John,' I said to him, 'I know what thou meanest. Oh, I shall weep. I shall weep very much when I am alone, but my time will come, and we shall meet again in the day of our Lord, John, and the land shall be free, John; the land shall be free!'" Heavy tears stood in the poor old woman's round eyes as she repeated her sad tale but she soon collected herself and continued: "I did not think then it would be so hard. The heart always hopes even against hope. But for all that," and here the old woman drew herself up and looked at us like a queen, "I have never regretted that I bade him go. Then came dreadful days, but the most dreadful of all was when we read that the Germans had betrayed the land, and that they had given up our land, with all our dead, to the Danes! Then I called on the Lord and said: 'O Lord, my God, how is that possible? Why lettest thou the wicked triumph and allowest the just to perish?' "And I was told that the Germans were sorry for what they had done, but that they could not help it. But that, gentlemen, I could never understand. We should never do wrong nor allow wrong to be done. And therefore, I thought, it cannot always remain so. Our good Lord knows his own good time, and in his own good time he will come and deliver us. And I prayed every evening that our gracious Lord would permit me to see that day when the land should be free and our dear dead should sleep no more in Danish soil. And as I had no other son against that day I saved every year what I could save, and on every Christmas eve I placed it before me on a table, where, in former years, I had always placed a small present for my John, and I said in my heart, 'The war will come again, and the land will be free, and thou shalt sleep in a free grave, my only son, my John!' "And now, gentlemen, the poor old woman has been told that the day has come, and that her prayer has been heard, and that the war will begin again, and that is why she has brought her money--the money she saved for her son. Good morning, gentlemen!" But before she had left the room an old gentleman said, loud enough for her to hear: 'Poor body! I hope she may not be deceived.' "Ah," said the old woman, turning back, "I know what you mean. I have been told all is not right yet, but have faith, men. The wicked cannot prevail against the just. Man cannot prevail against the Lord. Hold to that, gentlemen. Hold fast together, gentlemen! This very day I begin to save up again." Bless her, good old soul! And if Odin were still looking out of his window in the sky, as of yore, when he granted victory to the women of the Lombards, might he not say even now: When women are heroes, What must the men be like? Theirs is the victory. No need of me.--Exchange.

Old Fashioned Tea Cake. This is an excellent recipe for an old fashioned tea cake, which is still very popular in New England: One quart of flour, 2 eggs, a half cup of melted butter, a cup of warm milk, half a yeast cake, half a teaspoonful of soda dissolved in hot water. Beat the eggs to a stiff froth; add the milk, butter, soda and a little salt. Stir the flour to smooth batter and beat the yeast in well; set to rise in a buttered dish in which it must be baked and sent to table. Let it rise six hours. Bake steadily three-quarters of an hour.--Ladies' Home Journal.

CROWS NOT TO BE TRUSTED. A Cunning Bird's Stratagem to Get Food at a Hunters' Camp.

"A crow is the slickest bird flying when it wants to be," said Lige Thomner as he sat on the edge of a soapbox at Williams' store at Long Hill Center, Conn., "and to prove it I will tell a circumstance that occurred when a party of us were camping at Canaan Mountain pond one fall:

"There were an almighty lot of crows around the hut we occupied, and one day I brought out my gun and shot into a flock. All escaped my shot except one, which was lying on the ground, wounded. I went to the place and picked the wounded bird up and found that its left leg had been broken by the shot. Taking the crow to the hut, I amputated the leg and taking a hot coal from the fire I burned the stump so that it would not bleed. The bird was the allowed to go at liberty, and instead of leaving the vicinity of the camp it hung around, and the boys would feed it crumbs from the table, and it became quite tame. It would come limping into camp just like a veteran after his pension.

"At about mealtime the crow could be expected at first, but at last its visits became more frequent. One of the boys

hinted that the bird we were feeding was not the victim of my gunshot, and in investigating this theory we found

what a great deceiver the crow is. Up the alley leading to the spot where the

bird had been in the habit of receiving its food there hopped one day a fine black crow. There was nothing about the bird to show that it was not the

same one that had been the object of our bounty so long. It had only one leg,

so far as we could see. "'I'll bet that ain't our crow,' said

Charley.

"'Yes, it is, too,' I says. 'It has only one leg.'

"'You wait and see,' says Charley,

and away he hurried and returned with his gun. Raising it and taking careful aim, he fired, and the bird stretched over on the ground dead. We made an examination, and sure enough the bird had two legs as good and sound as any bird flying. When it had come into our camp, it had hitched the other up under its wing so as to deceive us and secure food. It must have watched us feeding the wounded bird and saw an opportunity of securing food by imitating that one. All crows are so near alike there is no identifying one, and the only way we knew ours was by the one leg. When such a clever imitator attacked us, we were badly fooled. I do not know what became of the real wounded bird. It never showed up after the other was killed. I don't know but that we had been feeding the bogus bird for the real one for weeks before we found out our mistake as it was."--New York Sun.

Picture of a Bachelor.

Mr. Joseph Tipton was a bachelor of exceedingly methodical habits. Prim and neat in appearance, he never affected any new fashions, but always looked exactly the same day after day--pepper and salt colored trousers, with black cutaway coat. No one had ever seen him in a different attire. Not even when he was supposed to be indulging in a holiday did he condescend to a more comfortable looking costume. He was so much the creature of routine that it would have been no comfort to have been in any other garments than those he usually wore. He was short, his figure had a slight idea of developing into rotundity, but evidently it was only a half formed idea, for he remained comparatively thin. He had a mild, ordinary looking face, which he tried to make severe by cultivating his rather thick eyebrows well over his eyes, but if you took the trouble to look underneath them and behind the gold rimmed glasses you would have discovered that his eyes were of dull grayish hue, the reverse of what he desired to make them appear. Still the little irritable, narrow lines about the mouth and chin prevented his face from wearing that benevolent look which would have made children know he was their friend. He was just the man who held children and dogs at arm's length, which showed a certain warp in the little man's charac-

ter.--London Society.

Constantinople. There is the sea all around and in various shapes, a magnificent port in the Golden Horn, a broad, winding river in the Bosporus, and, again, with its inlands and capes and open horizons, the sea of Marmora, covered with ships of all sizes and showing the greatest variety of flags I have sever seen. In its beauty I think I was disappointed, but not in its grandeur. Then, when you get into it, there is still plenty of oriental life to be seen. There are crowds, partly in a state of the most perfect quiescence and meditative repose, partly in a state of violent action, pushing, jostling, and specially screaming and yelling, with confounding energy. There are veiled women, shoveling and sliding along in their yellow boots. There are turbans and kalpacs and fezzes. There is also the great estate of the dogs, the free and independent dogs, who never get out of the way for man or horse. The Turks have been Europeanized of late, and there is a stupid mongrel air about these crowds, and, with the exception of some old fashioned, grave, proud looking, green and white turbans, who disdain to show their remarkably ugly legs in tight white pantaloons and straps, the Turks look like people who hardly know whether they are standing on their heads or heels, and this, I believe, is pretty much the case with them. They seem to me like people who are put out of their way and don't know how to behave themselves, as if Stambool was transported bodily into Regent street or the Rue de Rivoli, and they feel in their own city the sort of awkwardness and soggezione that they

would feel in the west.--"Life and Letters of Dean Church."

PALMS AND FERNS. Some Sensible Advice In Regard to Their Proper Care. The only satisfactory way of always having a pretty pot of ferns with which to ornament the home dinner table is to keep two such pots on hand at a time and to alternate in their use. The ones in reserve should be kept if possible in a spare room without much artificial heat or light, so as to recruit after the week's service in the dining room. Then, as to watering, they must not be left to chance and any spare water left at lunceon in a tumbler, as so often happens, nor be drowned one day and left dry another. They must be lifted from the ornamental pots and watered carefully, so all superfluous moisture can drain away before being replaced, or else the inner pots become thoroughly saturated, and the ferns will not remain green in this state, as probably the fronds are dry and dusty, while the roots are almost rotting in water. Frequently they should be placed in a bath or on an old tray and be lightly sprinkled with a water pot, using a fine rose. This refreshes the leaves, and after a thorough dose of watering such as this very probably they will require no more water for some days unless the weather is mild and dry. For this is an-

other thing--weather effects room plants almost as much as out of door ones, and when standing in an unused room in wet weather they will be better without water often several days at a time. After watering thoroughly leave until requir-

ing moistening again, and do not always be giving a few drops of water in an ir-

regular way. The same applies to larger ferns and palms in ornamental outer

pots and stands.

Hardy ferns and some kinds of palms will stand fire, oil and even gas for years if treated intelligently. Now and then they want repotting if they outgrow the pot or if through mismanagement the soil become sour. When this is so, it is better to buy a small bag of proper soil at a florist's, saying what it is wanted for. It is very inexpensive and is better economy than taking any common soil from a front or back garden one may have, unless, of course,

proper materials are at hand.

All the room plants want washing occasionally, besides sprinkling. Tepid water and a piece of flannel or sponge is all that is needed. But if palms or other similar plants become attacked with any form of pest, such as mealy bug or the dry, scaly looking spots of a similar kind, a little soft soap should be dissolved in the water need, and at all times any stray ones can be removed with the point of a little bit of stick. When a room is very hot and dry, it is as well as not to let the plants stand too high on table or palm stand during the night or even after dark when the room is lighted up. It is easy just to place the plants on the floor by the window when the air of the room is not so vitiated low down as high up.--

Milwaukee Journal.

Antique. Auctioneer--This picture is by one of the old masters. Miss Elderly (decisively)--I'm sure it

isn't.

Auctioneer (sarcastically)--Well, madam, as I presume you were person-

ally acquainted with the old masters and their works, I will not dispute your word!--London Tit-Bits.

Your Mother-in-law.

You wish your wife to love your mother. Then you must show the same kindly feeling to hers, writes Ruth Ashmore in Ladies' Home Journal. Think it all out and realize how close a girl is to her mother, how she represents consolation and wisdom to her, how she goes to her with her grief and her happiness, and remember that you have not to be only husband, but mother, for you must be so tender to her that with her head on your breast and her arms about you she will tell her troubles and her worries, her joys and her pleasures, and not only look for but receive any sympathy from you. And then when her mother is there be gentle and considerate of her. She has given you her companion and her little helper, and be sure that there has been many a kindly hour for her since that gay wedding day. So remember that you owe her thanks that must ex-

press themselves in a pleasant manner

and in courteous speech. None of us

can love people at once, but making up our minds to care for them will make

affection come, and, best of all, [?].

She Drew the Line. Jim Wedder was a shiftless, no account, worthless poor white trash specimen, and how the Widow Setters ever took a notion to marry him none of her friends could explain. But take the notion she did, and she proceeded to execute it at her earliest opportunity. Jim never looked so spruce in his life as he did on his wedding day, and it was all the widow's doings, but every one knew that appearances were deceptive, and that Jim would have a relapse before very long. There wasn't a hitch in the entire business, and the outlook was fine, until the preacher who was marrying them came to that part of the service which refers to "for richer or poorer," and he was addressing himself to the widow at the time.

"What's that, mister?" she interrupted suddenly.

"For richer or poorer," the minister repeated sonorously.

"Well, just knock off half of that, will you?" she said commandingly. "I'm willin to subscribe to the 'richer' part, but I'll be pleggoned if I'll have a thing to do with him if he gits any po'rer. Goodness knows he's so pore now nobody but me 'ad dare to risk him."

It came near breaking up in a row, but the widow carried her point.--Detroit Free Press.

Courageous Corse. Colonel C. Venables of the University of Virginia relates the following incident in the life of the late Confederate General M. D. Corse: "At Sharpsburg General Corse's brigade charged the enemy on our left center against heavy odds. The charge failed, and he was left on the field wounded. The gallant brigade was soon reformed, and the charge renewed. The old hero rested himself on his elbow, under the enemy's

fire, and waved his hand [?] to his men to come on. And come on they

did, with a will, and drove the confounding foe from its position."

[?] and [?]. The crane for roller [?] broken out in the [?] of the city, and is looking around for a place to build a [?] demand for one that the [?] an abandoned [?]. [?]

few years ago [?]