VOL. XV.

OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, APRIL 25, 1895.

NO. 4.

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.

Restaurants.

MARSHALL'S DINING ROOMS FOR LADIES AND GENTS.

No. 1321 Market Street, Three Doors East of City Hall,

PHILADELPHIA.

STRICTLY TEMPERANCE. MEALS TO ORDER FROM 6 A. M. TO 8 P. M. Good Roast Dinners, with three Vegetables, for 25 cents. Turkey or Chicken

Dinners, 35 cents.

Ladies' Room up-stairs with home-

like comforts.

PURE SPRING WATER. OPEN ALL NIGHT.

BAKERY, 601 South Twenty-second Street. Ice Cream, Ices, Frozen Fruits and Jellies. Weddings and Evening Entertainments a Specialty. Everything to furnish the table and set free of charge. NOTHING SOLD OR DELIVERED

ON SUNDAY.

H. M. Sciple. J. M. Gillespie. H. P. Sayford. H. M. SCIPLE & CO., DEALERS IN 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.

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.

THE POET'S GIFT. The poet looks with unsealed eyes Upon the everchanging skies. The vale and mountain, plain and brook He reads like pages of a book. His ear attuned, earth's melody, The zephyr and the moaning sea, The bird's song and musician's art, All find an echo in his heart. He feels the charm and subtle power Contained in every wayside flower. He is akin to all things wild, For he is nature's simple child. All living things to him are dear, And God is ever very near. To poets only this is given-- To find on earth a part of heaven. --Henry Coyle.

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

C. E. EDWARDS. J. C. CURRY. DRS. EDWARDS & CURRY, DENTISTS, Room 12, Haseltine Building, Take Elevator. 1416 Chestnut St., Philadelphia, Pa.

Contractors and Builders. S. B. SAMPSON, Contractor and Builder. No. 305 Fourth St., Ocean City, N. J.

Jobbing promptly attended to. Plans, specifications and working drawings furnished.

JOSEPH F. HAND, ARCHITECT,

CONTRACTOR AND BUILDER,

Ocean City, N. J.

Plans, Specifications and Working Drawings furnished. Estimates given on Application.

Satisfaction guaranteed.

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

G. P. MOORE, ARCHITECT, BUILDER, AND PRACTICAL SLATER. Ocean City, N. J. Best Roofing Slate constantly on hand. GEO. A. BOURGEOIS & SON, Carpenters and Builders, OCEAN CITY, N. J. Estimates given. Buildings erected by contract or day.

LEADER S. CORSON, ARCHITECT, CONTRACTOR AND BUILDER, Ocean City, N. J. Plans and specifications furnished. Terms reasonable. First-class work.

STEELMAN & ENGLISH,

Contractors AND Builders,

Ocean City, N. J.

Plans, specifications and working drawings furnished. Jobbing promptly attended to.

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.

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.

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 Penn-

sylvania.

Money to loan on First Mortgage. Lots for sale at South Atlantic City.

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.

TREATMENT BY INHALATION! 1529 Arch St., Philad'a, Pa. For Consumption, Asthama, Bronchitis, Dyspepsia, Catarrh, Hay Fever, Headache, Debility, Rheumatism, Neuralgia, And all Chronic and Nervous Disorders. It has been in use for nearly a quarter of a century. Thousands of patients have been treated, and more than 1000 physicians have used it and recommended it. It is agreeable. There is no nauseous taste, nor aftertaste, nor sickening smell. We give below a few of the great number of testimonials which we are constantly receiving from those who have tried it, published with the express permission in writing of the patients.

"Please accept my sincere gratitude for the restored life of happiness and health and vigor and usefulness that the Compound Oxygen has certainly given me. "While I was always considered a healthy child, I was known to be dyspeptic from babyhood. It was inherited. For two years I was confined almost constantly to the lounge. For more than four years I did not know a moment free from pain. All this time dyspepsia continued its ravages, except when temporarily relieved, and aggravated other serious disorders. "My friends and physicians thought I would never recover. To-day I am entirely cured of dyspepsia, can enjoy articles of food that I never dared use before in all my life. For the past year I have been up and going in ease and health, with sufficient vigor to take some part in domestic work of the most laborious nature. As my strength continues to improve, since leaving off Oxygen, I feel that I can conscientiously recommend the treatment, not only to cure (provided the doctors' directions are observed), but to be lasting in its beneficial effects. "MISS JAMIE MAGRUDER, "Oak Hill, Florida."

"The Oxygen Treatment you sent me for C. O. Harris, a year ago, one of my missionaries from West Africa, whose life was in jeopardy on account of lung trouble and a severe cough, he now testifies has greatly benefited him. He has entirely recovered his health, married a wife, returned to his work in Africa, and taken his wife with him. Bishop WILLIAM TAYLOR, 150 Fifth Avenue, New York, N. Y.

"Compound Oxygen.. Its Mode of Action and Results" is the title of a book of 200 pages published by Drs. Starkey & Palen, which gives to all inquirers full information as to this remarkable curative agent, and a record of surprising cures in a wide range of cases--many of them after being abandoned to die by other physicians. Will be mailed free to any address on application. Drs. STARKEY & PALEN, 1529 Arch St., Philadelphia, Pa. 120 Sutter St., San Francisco, Cal. Please mention this paper.

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.

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.

E. CLINTON & CO., Manufacturers and Importers of BRUSHES, 1008 MARKET, and 8S. TENTH ST., PHILADELPHIA, PA.

A FEUD.

"I'll tell you what, Frank, it's got to the point where something must be done," said Mrs. Burnett, and as she spoke she rapped at the small knuckles that were moving toward the sugar bowl. Morton, aged 9, jerked his hand out of the way and laughed at his mother, who pursed up her lips to conceal a smile. "Don't you do that, Morton," said Mr. Burnett. Then, turning to his wife, he asked, "What have they been doing now?" "That boy and some more of his crowd put tin cans along the top of the fence and then threw at them to knock them off. About every other stone went over the top of the fence and went sailing across our back yard. If one of them had struck anybody, he wouldn't have known what hurt him." "What did you do?" "What did I do? I went out and told them that if they didn't stop I'd send for a policeman. I said to that Deakin boy, 'It's a shame your mother can't teach you to be a little better than a savage.'" "Maybe she didn't know they were doing it." "I do believe she puts 'em up to it. That boy's enough to try the patience of a saint." "Next time he comes into our yard, I'll bet I throw something at him," put in Morton, whose chin was dripping with a mild mixture of milk and coffee. "You leave him alone," said the male parent. "You get into enough fights already." "Well, Frank, these boys are forever picking on him," said Mrs. Burnett. "Boys are a good deal alike," responded her husband. I'll bet when he gets out he's the same as the rest of them." Morton grinned and said nothing. The only member of the Burnett family who had not joined in the arraignment of the neighbors was Alice, 6 years of age. She knew all about the feud and shared in the suspicions of her mother, but at present she was too busy with her supper. The Deakins lived next door, and although there was a dividing fence it had not kept the two families apart. In the year during which the two households had dwelt side by side there had been a growing enmity. Yet Mrs. Burnett had never spoken a word to Mrs. Deakin, and her husband knew nothing of Mr. Deakin, except that he worked with his hands for a living and spent a great many evenings at home. It would have been difficult for either the Burnetts or the Deakins to explain how the feud started, but it was operated from the first through the chil-

dren.

There were two Deakin children--Lawrence, or Larry, aged 10, and little Willie, who, at the tender age of 8, had learned to regard the Burnett tribe with scorn and hatred and suffer to some degree under the indignities heaped upon his family by that arch fiend of juvenility, Morton Burnett. For when the Deakins sat around the supper table and cast up the accounts of the day it was Larry who posed as the persecuted and abused child, while Morton Burnett was pictured as an infant of dark intents, headed straight for the bridewell. "If I was a man, Tom Deakin," said the wife, "I'll warrant you I'd go over to that house and give notice that things are simply going too far. Today that boy got up on the fence and called Lawrence all kinds of names." "He said that his mother had said that ma didn't have clothes fit to wear," suggested Lawrence, who had begun to breathe hard during the recital of his grievances. "Anyway, I don't try to make myself look like a peacock every time I start to church," said Mrs. Deakin. This comparison of Mrs. Burnett to a peacock tickled the children, and they laughed immoderately. Tom Deakin restrained them with a quiet "Tut, tut!" and said that the proper way to get along was to pay no attention to the neighbors. "I'd like to know how you can help it," said his wife. "That boy is up to some mischief every hour of the day, and his mother seems to encourage him in everything he does. He throws things over into our yard, teases Willie and makes faces at him." "Next time I see him pick on Willie I'll give him another licking," suggested Larry. "You'll do nothing of the kind," exclaimed his mother. "Don't you remember the talking I gave you the other time you had that fight with him?" Lawrence remembered the mild rebuke, and his inward resolution was not changed. Tom Deakin went for his pipe, oppressed with the thought that he had been very unlucky in his selection of neighbors.

These complaints had come to him day after day from the downtrodden members of his family. The feud had grown from a thousand aggravating circumstances. Suppose Morton Burnett to be on the fence. His mother would open the back door and say loudly enough to make herself heard through the open windows of the Deakin house: "Morty, get down from that fence! Haven't I told you about that?" Mrs. Deakin would hear and understand. Then she would wait her opportunity to appear on the back stoop and retaliate. In summer time, when both women were out of doors much of the time, they occasionally exchanged glances which were more significant than anything they could have said. When Mrs. Burnett put out her washing, she knew that Mrs. Deakin was watching her and counting the number of pillow slips and tablecloths. When Mrs. Burnett came to the back door and called out, "Come, Alice, dear, and practice your music lesson," it was equivalent to saying to Mrs. Deakin, "Aha, we have a cottage organ in our house, but you haven't any in yours." Mrs. Deakin had frequently informed Tom that the Burnett organ was a cheap secondhand thing. One day, when Mrs. Deakin came home from a funeral in a covered carriage, there was consternation in the Burnett family, and accounts were not fairly balanced until a new coat of paint was put on the Burnett house. The Deakin children told the Burnett children all that their mother had said about the probable character of Mrs. Burnett. Likewise the Burnett children repeated to the Deakin children all that they heard at the supper table. Mrs. Burnett knew that she was being reported to Mrs. Deakin, and Mrs. Deakin felt it her duty to learn what the viperish thing had been saying. Frank Burnett and Tom Deakin became convinced each that the other's family was probably more to blame over the fence, clothesline and garbage box issues. Allie Burnett started to run across the street one day in front of a delivery wagon. She fell, scrambled to her feet again, and the horse's knee struck her in the back. She fell on the block pavement and lay quiet. Mrs. Deakin saw it all from her front window. She ran into the street and gathered the muddy child in her arms. The frightened driver had left his wagon, and he followed her timidly to the front door of the Burnett house. Mrs. Burnett screamed, and then began to cry. "Run for a doctor, you loony!" said Mrs. Deakin to the driver as she placed the limp little body on a bed and then ran for cold water and cloths. When the girl opened her eyes, she found her mother on one side, Mrs. Deakin on the other, while a reassuring physician smiled at her over the footboard. "She's a little jolted up and bumped her head when she fell, but it was mostly shock," he said. "Law me," gasped Mrs. Deakin; "when I saw that child fall, my heart just went into my throat! Don't cry, Allie; you ain't a bit hurt. The doctor says I can put some more poultice on your bad old bump." "I'll get it," said Mrs. Burnett. "No; you sit still. Your are as pale as a ghost." That is how it happened that Frank Burnett, coming home from the works by the back way, found in his kitchen the hated vixen, the trainer of criminals, the woman without character--Mrs. Deakin. She told him what had happened and begged him not to frighten his wife, as there wasn't any real danger. Mr. Deakin was likewise surprised upon arriving home. Supper was not ready, and his wife had gone over to the enemy. He went after her and was taken in. Mrs. Deakin told him she couldn't come home because Mrs. Burnett was all upset, and some one would have to take care of the child. So Mr. Deakin and his two boys ate a cold lunch with Mr. Burnett and his boy. Mr. Burnett sent Morton out to get two cigars, and while the women sat by the bed in the front room the men sat in the back room and smoked, while the three boys, awed by the revolution, kept very quiet. "If Morton ever bothers you, Mr. Deakin," said Mr. Burnett, "you just let me know, and I'll tend to him."

"I was just going to say to you that Larry's apt to be too gay now and then, and if I ever hear of him picking on your children I'll make him remember it.

In the front room Mrs. Burnett was thanking Mrs. Deakin, who was hoping that her children had never bothered Mrs. Burnett very much. The little girl went to sleep, and the Deakin family went home. That was the end of the feud. In each household there was a general order that in case of a neighborhood riot punishment should be visited upon those nearest at hand. Those two houses, side by side, became the peace center of the west divi-

sion.

The Deakin children were at liberty to go over and thump on the Burnett cottage organ. But who ended the feud--the men, the women or the 6-year-old?--Chicago Record.

TOBY AND THE BEAR. A MANEUVER OVER WHICH THE WISE OLD NATIVES DIFFERED. Toby Was the Smartest Bear Dog In All the Woods, and His Owner Wouldn't Have Sold Him For $100, but He Wasn't Cut Out For an Acrobat. "I had a dog named Toby when I was living up in the Pennsylvania lumber woods," said George W. Reynolds of the National Lumber company. "He was a bear dog. Bears, as every one knows who ever lived among them, hate dogs beyond everything else, two legged or four legged, and will frequently give up a good chance to escape from a pursuing hunter just for the satisfaction of waiting for the dog that is yelping behind him and taking a fall out of him when he comes up, a fall that usually ends the dog's career, especially if it is a dog not especially trained to hunt the bear. "This dog Toby of mine was famous all through these woods. He was acknowledged to be the most accomplished dog when it came to getting the best of bear that had ever been in that country, and if any hunter didn't catch a bear when Toby was along it wasn't the dog's fault. Once Toby was borrowed by a man named Crowley, who knew where a couple of bears were hanging out. The dog routed them out and drove them plumb to Crowley, who could easily have shot them both, but instead, when he saw them coming, he cut and ran. Tim Bull, who had gone along with Crowley on the hunt, said that Toby just stood still and gazed in amaze-

ment after the flying hunter. Crowley, seeing that the bears had got away, soon came back. The dog showed his opinion of Crowley by bristling up and growling savagely and threateningly at him for a few seconds. Then he quit and went home. Ever after that Toby would snap and growl at Crowley whenever he saw him.

"One day, I was looking over a logging job I had contracted for and discovered signs of bear along the creek. Next day Toby and I went out to see what we could do with the bear. We soon struck the trail, and Toby located the bear in a small patch of laurels, from which he soon routed bruin. He brought the bear to bay in a little open space in a piece of chestnut timber. There was no necessity of the bear turning at bay, but he evidently wanted to get a whack at Toby. I could have easily sent a bullet through the bear, but having the utmost confidence in Toby's smartness, and seeing that the bear was anxious to put his smartness against the dog's, I concluded to let him have the chance and to enjoy the sport of a few minutes' maneuvering between the two. "It was fun. Toby worried the already ugly old chap with tricks and quick movements until the bear was wild with rage. Do what he might, he couldn't get a blow or a bit in on Toby, while Toby got a nip at the bear at almost every turn. This amusing dance lasted for ten minutes, and I felt so proud of my dog that I declared there and then that it would take a good deal more than a $100 bill to buy him. "Some wise old natives of those woods assured me afterward that what this bear finally did was a premeditated act, deliberately and successfully carried out as planned. Others declared that it was an afterthought of the bear's. I myself held and hold yet that it was entirely an accident, because I will not admit that there ever was a bear smart enough to get the better of Toby by design. "After sparring and rushing fruitlessly at the dog for ten minutes the bear put his back against a tree and breathed hard for at least a minute. Then it suddenly dropped to all fours and hurried toward another tree a rod or so away. Toby followed, and as the bear started to climb the tree seized it by one of its hams. Although the dog must have set his teeth deep in the flesh, the bear did not stop on his way, but climbed on as if nothing was worrying him. The dog held on and was lifted from the ground as the bear climbed. The higher the bear went the tighter Toby appeared to hang on to its rear, and presently he was swinging in the air 15 feet from the

ground.

"The sight was so funny that I just tumbled on the ground and roared. The bear stopped when about 15 feet up the trunk of the tree, clung there for a moment, and then let loose. He came down like a pile driver. When he struck at the bottom of the tree, Toby was between him and the ground. There was a faint yelp, and that was all. Three hundred pounds of bear had flattened 40 pounds of dog out of all kind of shape. The catastrophe was so sudden and unexpected that before I could recover from the painful surprise it gave me the bear had disappeared in the laurels. There never was a smarter bear dog than Toby, but he wasn't cut out for an acrobat. There is where he made his mistake. There never was a smarter dog than Toby, nor was there ever a deader one when that bear got off of him."--New York Sun.

POOHBAHS OF TRAVEL. The General Passenger Agents and Their Services to the Public. General passenger agents know what it costs to go anywhere, remain there any length of time and come back by another route. They are, in short, the Pooh Bahs of the realm of travel. Without

them the average human being with a burning desire to go somewhere would

be as a blind man in a crowded, unfamiliar thoroughfare, as a ship without a rudder of a bird of passage deprived of one of its wings. Think of a world without the ever present "folder" and its impartial, never overdrawn claims of superiority for the line to which it owes its existence. Life in it would indeed be without sufficient compensation. The art of advertising was an unknown quantity until the general passenger agent came upon the scene and with his magic wand transformed dull nothings into bright, realistic somethings. To him the steepest grade and the sharpest curve are of little consequence. Grades and curves and distances that have defined the skill of superior and engineer disappear before the morning sunlight. Under his manipulation ponds become lakes, hills grow to be mountains, groves expand into forests, rills swell into rivers, and all that has been thought uninteresting, or worse, suddenly bursts upon the world as a "thing of beauty and a joy forever." Seriously the traveling public owes much, very much, to the general passenger agent. Not only has he brought to notice and to popularity innumerable deserving localities that otherwise would have "blushed unseen," but he has made it possible to visit those, as well as others longer and better known, with an expenditure of time and exertion and expense insignificant in its proportions when compared with that of years gone by. He is ever watchful of the needs and whims and eccentricities of travelers and quick to provide for their every requirement. He is an intermediary between the traveler and the railway or steamship company, ever ready to serve the interests of both without prejudice to either and never shrinking from any proper obligation. In the early days of coming and going by rail and steamer he was not known. Now he is one of the most important factors in the whole warp and woof of travel, and for him the future is full of added powers and increasing honors.--Magazine of Travel.

Positive as to One of Them. "What lessons should we learn, Wendell," asked the Sunday school teacher, "from this story of demoniacal possession?" "One of the lessons we should learn from it," replied the little Boston boy, "is that the word demoniacal is accented on the antepenultimate."--Chicago Tribune.

The Millionaire's Eagle Eye. Another story illustrative of the daily life of a Chicago millionaire may help to explain why some people have more money than others. The millionaire invited a visitor from another city to meet him at a certain hour and accompany him to the stockyards, where he has large interests. The millionaire rode up in a sidebar buggy somewhat the worse for mud and wear, drawn by a shaggy but active horse. He explained that before starting for the yards he would have to go to one of the large banks down town, as he was on the board which regulated loans, and he had to pass on an application for a loan of $500,000. They stopped in front of the bank, and the rich man hurried in and remained several minutes. He came out on a run, and they started rattledy bang for the stockyards and Packingtown. When they arrived and were entering the packing house, they saw an old man sorting out into barrels a heap of bones and fatty remnants. The bones were trimmed and put into one barrel and the flesh and fat into another barrel. The millionaire owner of the place walked over to the workman and began asking questions. Then he drew off his coat, rolled back his shirt sleeves to the shoulder and began rummaging among the bones. He found several which had not been properly stripped, and the workman received a scolding which he will remember all his life. The stripping of those bones was just as important as the loaning of $500,000. --Chicago Record.

Skirt Dancing at Home. It is sheer nonsense to pretend that the modern girl learns skirt dancing out of devotion to the art. All she wants is notoriety and to possess that attraction in the eyes of men which she imagines the ballet girl possesses. In almost every case she dances so badly that there is no excuse for her from the artistic point of view, and if skirt dancing is not artistic it is vulgar or ridiculous or both. In either case it is a fashion which adds nothing to the dignity of a gentlewoman or to her charm and is, as a rule, an exposure both of bad taste and a bad figure. Beautiful women do not need such expedients for attracting attention.--London Graphic.

Runaway on the Ocean. A runaway steamer must be an exceedingly unpleasant sort of sea serpent for the passengers on board her. The steamer Marchioness of Breadalbane, while making the passage from Rothesay to Gourock, met with an accident to her machinery and the engineers were unable to stop her. The captain fore took her out into mid-channel and spun around in a circle till the steam was nearly exhausted, when the runaway was headed for Gourock, where she was secured by ropes and the rest of the steam run off.