VOL. XV.

OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, APRIL 18, 1895. NO. 3.

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.

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. HARRY S. DOUGLASS, Counsellor-at-Law, CAPE MAY COURT HOUSE, N. J.

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. 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 Steret. 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.

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.

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.

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.

Nicholas Corson,

CARPENTER AND BUILDER, OCEAN CITY, N. J. Estimates given. Plans and Specifications furnished. Buildings put up by contract or day.

D. GALLAGHER, DEALER IN FINE FURNITURE, 43 South Second Street, PHILADELPHIA, PA. L. S. SMITH, CONTRACTOR IN Grading, Graveling and Curbing. PAINTING BY CONTRACT OR DAY. Eighth St. and Asbury Ave., OCEAN CITY, N. J.

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.

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. 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. J. L. HEADLEY, CARPENTER AND JOB SHOP, OCEAN CITY, N. J. Job work promptly attended to. Turning, scroll sawing, window and door frames, and all kinds of millwork. Furniture repaired. Picture frames. Wheelwright shop attached. Net screens a specialty. Residence, West below 12th St. Mill, corner 10th and West. 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.

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 PRIMEVAL STORY. Chug did not know that he belonged in the post tertiary period of the world as he stood beside the tawny waters of a great inland sea whose waves gently

washed the warm shores of the young earth.

He was in Kansas, although he was not aware of it, although as he stood he looked off into the northwest anxiously for the clouds that would bring rain to

break the drought.

The little brook which now winds through the valley where he stood is a mere glimmering ghostlet of its mighty post tertiary predecessor, the sea. Chug was young and lithe and stalwart, like the machairodus of the cataclysmic caves. His whole body was hard as wood and covered with a coat of thick nut brown hair that harmonized with the reddish beard that flowed over his broad chest as that of a post tertiary Peffer. His heavy man of weather beaten

locks had never felt a hat.

About his loins from one shoulder was draped the skin of a cave lion. A ponderous mace of flint lashed by leather thongs to the handle lay at his

feet.

Chug, who derived his name from the sound of the mighty blow with which he smote to death the cave lion whose hide he wore, was not thinking of the pterodactyl from which he narrowly escaped the night before. Nor did he notice the cyclopean crocodiles in the sea. His thoughts were said and roamed

afar.

At a distance, too great for his computation, he had been born amid a little clan of post tertiarians. A strange impulse, such as his brothers and sisters had never known, came

over him.

The monosyllabic conversation of his kin made him tired. Chug was wont to twine wild flowers in his hair and wear sandals of woolly hippopotamus hide. "Spat-Spat," a young woman who could skin an Irish elk quicker than any woman of the clan and who scorned the luxury of sandals or robes of hide, one day pointed her reeking finger at Chug as she paused in her work and cried contemptuously, "Dude, dude!"

"You didn't say 'dude' when I saved you from the claws of the ichthyosaurus!" retorted Chug and passed on.

Thus Chug gathered up his weapons and went forth alone and wandered

from his own fireside.

Long he had pondered over the mystery of life.

He had repeated in his sleep the refrain, "There are others." If his clan existed, he argued, why not other clans somewhere? Was it not possible that in their soci-

ety he could lose that tired feeling which had so oppressed him?

But moons had come and waned, he had traversed unknown leagues of morass and forest, crossed the tide of rushing rivers, and still nothing but packs of great hyenas, trumpeting mammoths, giant graminivorous and carnivorous mammalia and monstrous reptiles and

amphibia.

Man was nil, and woman existed not. If Chug had lived nowadays, he would have known what troubled his breast.

He would have found love in the eyes

of beauty and become happy.

Poor Chug did not understand love.

His soul yearned unconsciously.

His thoughts went back homeward.

It had not been quite so bad there as in this solitude.

He thought of how he built a house for his mother of the ribs of a horned iguandon [sic] that in life was 70 feet long, with legs thick as the fluted columns of a Corinthian temple. He recalled how he used to arise early and build the fire, and how he once had mashed his finger while chopping kindling with his old stone ax.

An idea came to him as he stood there looking across the great sea. Why not float upon its bosom on a raft and mayhap come upon another people? Chug worked with feverish fervor, and in two days was launched upon his hazardous journey.

But, alas, as he was putting to shore a few days thereafter, an air breathing, cold blooded plesiosaurus, which was hidden in the reeds, suddenly shot its horrible head at him, its long, flexible neck seeming like a monstrous serpent.

Chug pushed away madly, tore himself loose from the jagged jaws, but fainted across his raft, and the tawny waters bore it out to sea, the rude funeral car of a post tertiary hero.

For days the apparently dead voyager floated.

His system stood the strain, and the spark of life remained due to the fash-

ion of the time of eating but once a week or so.

Chug had dined the day prior to his misadventure.

Old Chief Tushe-tushe of the fishermen at the mouth of the river, now known as the Arkansas, intercepted the raft and found Chug.

After due consideration among the tribe it was decided to put him to death.

The Tushe-tushes had dwelt by the sea many generations, and the legends gave their origin as the children of a gigantic mastodonsaurus which had formerly infested the coast.

Their village was on the site of the present city of Wichita, somewhere near the soap works, and was laid out in town lots even into the bed of the sea.

They were brown skinned, beardless, and with hair black as the alluvial soil and stiff as the whiskers of the giant post tertiary leopard. Their numbers had brought about many improvements in the mode of liv-

ing, such as wearing loin cloths of native grasses and the hanging of shells from the ear and nose.

For generations the fashion of flattening the forehead had prevailed. Chug had small hands and feet, was hairy as a cave lion and wore whiskers, and besides his head was not flattened.

Such a monstrosity could not be permitted to live. The natural curiosity of the Tushe-tushes, however, impelled them to nurse Chug to life to see what he was like when well.

The job of nursing Chug fell to Sunbird, the only daughter of the old chief. She marveled at the brawny properties of the strange voyager.

She whiled away the long hours by painting his whiskers and grooming his brown fur until he shone like a blooded carriage horse.

Sunbird was young and impressionable. She had been wooed by every youth of the clan, had listened for awhile, and then repulsed every man of them.

No woman of the tribe was so beautifully shaped as Sunbird, nor was there

so smart a flathead among the Tushe-tushes.

She had a Trilby foot and the shoulders of Lillian Russell. Her old father loved her devotedly, still he chided her. "You are getting much to gay for the tribe, my precious darling," he would say in his blunt, rough way. During Chug's convalescence his days were sweet with newness. Instead of bullet headed Spat-Spat, covered with fur like a megatherium, here was a creature with a head like a triangle, and with a graceful figure, smooth and soft to the touch, and the broiled steak of a post tertiary reindeer was charming on his palate. The vocabulary of the language of Chug and Sunbird contained but 600 words and nurse and invalid could soon converse. So happy was Chug that he hated to tell the story of the passion which filled his heart, and he reserved it from day to day. But his stalwart form trembled with emotion as Sunbird's hand gently smoothed the fur of his broad shoulders. When Sunbird's father comprehended the trend of affairs he did not grate his teeth because, as a matter of fact, he was a fish eater and toothless. But he spoke his mind. "Come--the jig is up!" he shouted, and dragged Chug to the place of execution. This denouement astonished Chug so much that he was pinioned by withes of elastic bush before he could make up his mind to resist. The executioner brandished a ponderous dinotherium tusk, when Sunbird dashed through the throng of Tushe-tushes and wrested it from him. "Stand b-a-c-k!" she shrieked, with the furious mien of a post tertiary saber toothed tigress robbed of her cubs.

"I love him, and if he dies I d-i-e with him!" cried Sunbird as the tribesmen wavered before her as before the awful presence of a 30 foot high pterodactyl.

"What! that hairy animal with small hands and feet and little round head--that Populist freak!" yelled the old chief. "I love him because he is so different from other men, papa. He is so perfectly unconventional!" replied Sunbird. "That's all right," said old Tushe-tushe as he released Chug and blessed his children. "It will be my turn to laugh when you want a divorce, young woman! Remember that Chicago is only 20,000 years hence!"

But Chug eventually became chief of the tribe, and through his example the people became exceedingly mild mannered anda took to whisker raising.--Kansas City Star.

IN THE HEAT OF YOUTH. A Novelist's Recollections of Days When Women Were All Queens. Why is it, I wonder, that we come into the world so ill equipped for its exploration? It seems to me, as I look back upon my youth, that, in a certain way, my senses were fresher and keener then than they are now. And yet they were continually--particularly in the matter of girls--playing the most unwarranted pranks on me. Some alien fluid, of an intense and fiery kind, got mixed with them and made them subject to all sorts of unaccountable aberrations. It is a notorious fact that an electric current will make the most excellent compass behave in an irresponsible fashion. And yet, though the disturbing fluid which made my compass worthless was nearly always there, it has guided

me somehow with tolerable safety a long distance across the trackless main.

And I am not by any means sure that I would exchange it for a truer instrument, subject to fewer aberrations. For

I take this very sensitiveness to electric influences to be a proof of its exceeding

fineness and excellence. Life would be a horrible dreary affair if those magnetic currents which make the needle tremble and swerve were banished or nonexistent. The dull, dead, stupid sanity which has no sympathy with folly and no gleam of potential madness is no

doubt a stanch and reliable rudder, but I cannot forbear questioning whether to

the soul thus equipped the voyage is

worth making.

Ulysses of old, middle aged though he was, had to stuff his ears with wax lest he steer his ship into the jaws of perdition, when the sirens sang so deliciously, and he did not exactly cover himself with glory during his visits to Circe and Calypso. But what very red blood he had, and how humanely his heart beat in every one of his manifold adventures! He never, like his shipmates, became a swain, and how noble and manly was his bearing in the presence of the lovely Nausicaa! There is something almost touching to me in seeing the same sentiment which stirs my own bosom recorded thousands of years ago. And, truth to tell, the man whose pulse is subject to no irregularities and whose judgment registers no aberrations in the presence of a beautiful woman is, in my opinion, "fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils." --H. H. Boyesen in Lippincott's.

HIS LAST POEM. In the highlands, in the country places, Where the old plain men have rosy faces, And the young fair maidens Quiet eyes; Where essential silence cheers and blesses, And for ever in the hill-recesses Her more lovely music Broods and dies.

O to mount again where erst I haunted; Where the old red hills are bird-enchanted, And the low green meadows Bright with sward; And when even dies, the million-tinted, And the night has come, and planets glinted, Lo, the valley hollow Lamp-bestarr'd! O to dream, O to awake and wander There, and with delight to take and render, Through the trance of silence, Quiet breath! Lo! for there, among the flowers and grasses, Only the mightier movement sounds and passes; Only winds and rivers, Life and death.--R. L. Stevenson.

NOT MORE. My life has found its noontide, and my days Have gone in quiet by to onward gaze, In such side places have my feet been set, So few of all my fellows have I met. So small the ground my scanty strength could gain To hold and till. What wonder if the grain I reap is told by short and slender [?] And if where flowers might bloom are only leaves. Yet shall I sorrow that my [?] are few, That wealth I have [?] to do Is held in narrow [?]. The power to be Is mine, unclaimed, to grow as fast, as free As winged wind that blows across the night Or morning sunshine on a mountain height. So I, deed poor, may have whereof to yield To you, brave worker, [?] field. If what I am have blessed your lot, my own, I ask not more than my still life has known. --Aurilla Furber in Housekeeper.

She'd Get It. Miss Elder--Well, I maintain that women can do anything that men can. Mr. Gazzam--Oh, no, the auctioneer's business is one women cannot get into! Miss Elder--Nonsense! She'd make every bit as good an auctioneer as a

man.

Mr. Gazzam--Well, just imagine an unmarried woman getting up before a crowd and exclaiming, "Now, gentlemen, all I want is an offer!"--London Quiver. The hoopskirt was in full feather in 1596. It was then made of iron and sometimes weight as much as 30 pounds.

GIVE THEM A CHANCE.

Rich Girls Oppressed With Wealth Should

Have Special Consideration.

My cousin Anthony has been in to tell me of his betrothal of his son Ajax to a young woman of exceptionally voluminous financial prospects. My cousin is not himself a man of large means, and his children's fortunes are still to be made. Nevertheless it was not without an air of deprecation and symptoms of uneasiness that he told me what Ajax

had done.

But, I said, seeing Anthony growing solemn, somebody must marry the rich

girls. There might be enough rich young

men to pair off with them if all the rich bachelors were available, but as long as a large percentage of the rich bachelors

insist on marrying poor girls there is no choice but for some rich girls to marry

poor men or none. And, after all, if a

girl is truly a nice girl, it would be a shame to avoid her because of her for-

tune. When I was young, I told him, I

had really loved a girl, and she had loved me, and had she been of age or an orphan I would have married her if she had owned all New York between Canal street and Central park. Dreadful as it would have been to be burdened with such a load, I would have felt that a true affection might make it tolerable.

I think I was a comfort to Cousin Anthony. He went away looking a good deal less dejected than when he came in. What a happiness it is, to be sure, when one gets a chance to benefit a fellow creature's spirits by changing his point of view!--Scribner's.

VIEWS OF MARRIAGE. It Consummates Life--No Single Life Is the Perfect One. We hear young men say, "I am too poor to get married," and girls, "The man I marry must be rich." These remarks appear harmless, and they may have a certain business shrewdness behind them. Still the larger truth is that the speakers most often do not take an honest view of marriage, no matter how honorable may be their purposes. Money cannot insure happiness, and long experimenting in the countries of Europe has shown that mating for wealth is the sure road to a lax and immoral domestic economy. It would seem that the sensible view to take of marriage is that it consummates life for the poor and the rich, the vulgar and the refined; that no single life is the perfect life. The future of mankind depends almost wholly upon happy marriages and healthy offspring. And this suggests that there should be no marrying of unsound people. Greater selfishness cannot be imagined than that which brings children into the world doomed to a life of immitigable misery, the hereditament of those who bear their parents' burden of disease. Shall we say that questions arise in this connection too delicate for discussion with young persons? Is it better to leave the discussion to be raised after it is too late? The sensible view of marriage is the view that comprehends every consequence. To the young people looking forward to a long and happy wedded life it is of vital importance that no element of the subject shall be a mystery; that nothing connected with the matrimonial venture shall be left to the hazard of chance. Parents must understand that their children are to be parents; that there is no escape from the responsibility, and that education is incomplete and training inadequate which does not qualify for paternity and maternity. The young man and the young woman who are fitted for marriage are fitted

for all that a healthy, courageous and happy life demands or imposes.--Chautauquan.

Jack's Royal Spree. "Kipling ought to study Jack," said a naval officer. "Jack's the most picturesque man on land or sea, and nobody has written about him as he is. "If I could do it as well as Kipling, there is one story I know of which is as good as the 'Reincarnation of Krishna Mulvaney.' "When I was assistant engineer on the San Francisco, there was a coal passer named Tom Delargy under me.

He had been saving up his money for a long time to out a big splurge when he was discharged. I think he had about $600 coming to him. "Jack is a royal 'spender,' and his shipmates all told him that he needn't go farther than the Bowery to have the most gorgeous spree. "But Delargy wasn't going to be so commonplace. He took time to think it all out, and whenever he got hold of an American newspaper he studied it. The way the railroad magnates enjoyed life struck his fancy.

"So when his time was up, and 'Pay' turned over Delargy's $600 to him, he went and chartered a private car and rode around the country till his money was gone. Then he came back and re-enlisted."--New York Journal.

Society No Longer Visits. Calls having become in our busy life of great cities so perfunctory an obligation, many people have seen fit to drop the attempt to make them except in cases where condolence or congratulation is in order. These cases demand the leaving of cards in person only, and so visiting for form's sake is drifting out of vogue. So well is the difficulty of accomplishing all one's visits understood that people of the world do not hold each other to account if a season passes without an interchange of cards.

They simply meet somewhere and take up the thread dropped when they last met, months before, with perfect good temper.--Mrs. Burton Harrison in Ladies' Home Journal.

A High Roller.

"Those two seats next to you," said the usher at the crowded theater, "seem to be unoccupied. Please let these gentle-

men sit down in them."

"Those seats, me good man," responded Cholly languidly, producing his checks and looking at the usher through his eyeglass, "belong to me ovahcoat. Please stand a little to one side. You obstwuct me view of the stage."--Chi-

cago Tribune.

A Very Different Affair. "Before I start I will fix up a little,"

said Amy as she got out her rouge pot and enamels.

"Ah, that puts another face on the matter," was Mabel's comment.--De-

troit Free Press.

Beecher generally spoke in a conversational tone, with no great effort at what is commonly denominated oratory. When he rose to a climax, however, his voice was equal to any emergency, but even his loudest tones seemed to cause him little effort.

Emotional Literature.

"I suppose you see all sorts of people in the course of a day's run?" said the observant man to the train boy as he bought a package of wintergreen chew-

ing gum.

"You bet!" said the boy, after the manner of his kind. "Look across the way there at that woman a-cryin over 'Unluckily Married; or, the Doom of Mary Jane.' When she come on the car this mornin, she were as pretty as a wax figger, all red an white. Sense she's been a-readin that novel she's cried till her face is all streaked and striped. The paint's run so she looks just like a zebry." And the youth walked on, leaving the observant man in deep thought. --Detroit Free Press.

In the Chair. Barber--Shave, sir? Customer--Of course I do--5 per cent a month. Got a note you wanted discounted?--Detroit Free Press.