VOL. XV. OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, MAY 2, 1895. NO. 5. 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 Vege-

tables, for 25 cents. Turkey or Chicken Dinners, 35 cents. Ladies' Room up-stairs with home-like comforts. PURE SPRING WATER. OPEN ALL NIGHT.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

G. P. MOORE,

ARCHITECT, BUILDER,

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

GEO. A. BOURGEOIS & SON, Carpenters and Builders, OCEAN CITY, N. J. Estimates given. Buildings erected by contract or day. LEANDER S. CORSON, ARCHITECT, CONTRACTOR AND BUILDER, Ocean City, N. J.

Plans and specifications furnished. Terms reasonable. First-class work.

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

Plumbers, Steam Fitters, Etc.

J. T. BRYAN,

Practical Plumber and Gas Fitter No. 1007 Ridge Ave.,

Philadelphia.

Circulating Boilers, Sinks, Bath Tubs, Water Closets, Lead and Iron Pipes, Pumps, Etc., fur-

nished 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.

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

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 28th St. Mill, corner 10th and West.

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.

Plasterers and Brick-Layers. W. STONEHILL. G. O. ADAMS. STONEHILL & ADAMS, Plastering, Range Setting, Brick Laying, &c.

All work in mason line promptly attended to.

OCEAN CITY, N. J.

HARRY HEADLEY,

OCEAN CITY HOUSE,

717 Asbury Avenue.

PLASTERING, BRICKLAYING.

Ornamental Work of Every Description. All kinds of cementing work and masonry promptly attended to.

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LIMPY JIM. The Leadville stage pulled out of Webster station one evening after supper with 12 "pilgrims" for the city in the clouds. Webster was the end of the track, and the route from there to the carbonate camp lay over the summit of Kenosha mountain, through the northern end of the South park and across the famous Red hill, a double significant title by reason of the color of the soil and the bloody murders committed there by the Mexican bandits, the Espinosos. From Red hill the road again enters the South park, passes through the old town of Fairplay, once boisterous with the gayety of pioneer gold diggers. Red hill was the danger point on the first division of the road. Near the summit is a little basin, where the road is completely hidden from view on all sides. Little gulches lead up to this spot from the South park, affording every opportunity for the road agents to reach the place unseen and to likewise make their escape. "Pilgrims" for Leadville usually were supplied with money, and a great deal of wealth originally intended for investment in the carbonate camp was turned over to gentlemanly

persons who encountered the stage in the little basin on Red hill.

The individual who sat on the dusty old Concord coach and pulled the ribbons over six bronchos between Webster and Fairplay was known as Jim. I made his acquaintance while we were at dinner in the rough board "eating house" at Webster. He was a tall, slim, muscular man, with a swarthy complexion, dark eyes and a heavy mustache, black as jet from the copious use of dye. He wore high topped boots, with extremely high heels, and his feet were small and delicately shaped. His trousers were of gorgeous plaid material, but the bottoms were worn inside his boot tops. A wide brimmed white slouch hat was cocked rakishly on the side of his head. Some garish jewelry adorned the front of his waistcoat. There was a jaunty air about him which was less pronounced by reason of the stiff and awkward way he carried his arms. I attributed this to tthe natural effect of driving six spirited horses for years over a

mountain road.

He had formerly been a gentleman of fortune, and at one time in his career had amassed a considerable sum of money in the game of chance known as draw poker. When he was at the height of his prosperity, another gentleman of fortune, late of Texas, drifted unostentatiously into camp and caused the report to be circulated that he was aching for a game. Jim undertook to relieve the gentleman of the pain he was suffering on that account, and they met in the back room of Uncle Billy Coleman's Palace of Fashion, on Main street. There was a slight controversy in the early part of the game, caused by a remark of Jim's to the effect that "people from Texas seemed to have more luck

than a Chinaman."

The gentleman from Texas demurred to this and said there was no such thing as luck in draw poker. The chance features of the game, he said, had all been eliminated by the application of skill and science. He then proceeded to demonstrate his assertion, which he did to perfection. At the end of six hours Jim's earthly possessions consisted of the suit of clothes he was wearing. Everything else he had owned in the world had passed into the hands of the skillful and scientific gentleman from Texas. The Fairplay gambler arose from the table and relieved himself of some choice profanity, most of which was directed against himself. He declared that he was "better qualified to drive a stage than to pose as a gentleman of fortune." The superintendent of the stage line, who was present, loosely offered Jim a job, and the penniless gambler in a spirit of bravado accepted it and declared then and there that he would never touch the "pasteboards" again as long as he lived. The gentleman from Texas took his departure as unostentatiously as he had come, but leaving behind him in his room at the hotel a peculiar wire and the elastic contrivance which puzzled the brain of the landlord to determine its use. Several persons to whom he exhibited is declared they had never seen anything like it before, but Jim at once recognized it as a contrivance known as a holdout, by means of which a player retained cards in his possession, secreted in his sleeves, which should be in the deck. The phenomenal "hands"

held by the gentleman from Texas were no longer a mystery to Jim. He now understood that it was not "Chinaman's luck" that had beaten him, but this little contrivance, worn under the cloth-

ing by the operation of which all elements of chance were eliminated from draw poker and the game reduced to a

"dead moral certainty." It was true, as the gentleman from Texas had remark-

ed, that luck cut no figure in the play, it was a question of skill and science.

As Jim was the only person in Fairplay who had anything like an intimate acquaintance with the scientist from Texas, the landlord presented him with the little implement that had worked the former's financial ruin. Jim's first impulse was to secrete the holdout upon his person and seek revenge upon the unsuspecting miners in the gulch, but he remembered that he had hired himself to the stage company and forsworn gambling. He was a man of his word,

and a stage driver he became. It was a

monotonous life until the road agents

began to pay frequent visits to the line,

and Jim liked it. The only thing that disturbed his serenity was the recollec-

tion of the gentleman from Texas. If he could but once meet that scientist face

to face, life would take on new charms for him.

I had a seat beside Jim on the Lead-

ville coach, and as the horses crawled

slowly up the grade of Kenosha moun-

tain preparatory to a wild dash down the other side into the South park, I remarked to him that it was going to be a pleasant night. He replied that you never could tell much about nights in that country until the next day; he had

seen nights just as promising as this

one turn out real bad before daybreak.

The very best of meteorological predictions were likely to fail in a country so thickly infested with a gentleman of the road.

I expressed a desire to have a view of Red hill as we crossed that famous elevation and wondered if the moon would

be down before we got there. Jim

vouchsafed the information that the moon would be up, but added that he had known of people's appetite for scenery being permanently destroyed by gazing on Red hill by moonlight. I was sound asleep with my head on Jim's shoulder when he nudged me and said: "We're going up Red hill now. Help yourself to the scenery, and if you've got any valuables about you you'd better hide them. We're liable to see more things than scenery." Then the horses came to a sudden stop, and Jim and I were looking down the muzzle of a revolver in the steady hand of a horseman beside the wheelers. "Will you step down for a moment, driver?" asked the gentleman on horseback.

Jim replied that he was just thinking of getting down, as he was tired of sitting. I followed him and took my place beside him in time to see the other passengers descend one by one from the inside of the coach with their hands above their heads and take a place in line beside us. There were but two of the road agents. While one of them relieved the passengers of their weapons and all articles of value the other was in the front boot of the stage securing the

treasure box.

When the first robber came opposite to Jim, he drew back in surprise, exclaiming, "Well, I'll be hanged!" For a second only he was off his guard, but that brief space of time was a fatal one. A pistol cracked, and he

fell shot through the head.

"Bang, crack!" went two more shots. Both took effect. The second road agent reeled and fell from the boot of the stage, and Jim was lying beside the first robber. It was the big six shooter of the man on the stage that had answered Jim's first shot, and it was the

crack of a derringer that had terminated the brief battle.

Jim was wounded in the leg. A young doctor in the party stanched the flow of blood, and we proceeded on our way with the bodies of the two bandirs

thrown into the hind boat.

The shooting was shrouded in mystery so far as the passengers were concerned. They had seen Jim's six shooter taken from his holster by one of the bandits, after which a careful search had been made to see that he had no other weapon, but when we picked him up a derringer was clasped in either

hand. The question was how had he managed to conceal them and bring them into use at such an opportune

time. The mystery was solved when his clothing was removed at the hotel in Fairplay. Under his waistcoat was the wire and elastic poker holdout formerly belonging to the gentleman from Texas. The nippers for holding the cards had been removed, and a circular clasp large enough to securely hold the handle of a derringer had been attached in their place. The gentleman to whom the contrivance originally belonged was in the hind boot. His surprise upon recognizing Jim account for his presence there. Jim's leg was broken, and the doctor informed him that when he recovered that leg would be shorter than the other; that he would always limp when he walked. "It's all my own fault," said Jim. "I don't see how you can make that out." "Well, it was this way: When I let the derringers down into my hands, I calculated to shoot the man on the boat with the gun in my right hand an take the nighest feller with my left, but just then I recognized him as the gent I was mostly seekin after, a gent from Texas who skinned me out of my pile with this yere hold out, an, doe, the temptation was too great. I give it to him with my right an it took me too long to get a bead on the other one. But, say, doe, this science is a great thing." --Chicago Times.

LABRADOR'S COAST. Barren Shores, Rolling Surge and Many Icebergs Make It Dangerous. The most northerly lighthouse on the coast of this continent stands on Belle isle, at the head of the straits of that name, a little northeast of Newfoundland. By what freak of taste it was called Belle isle I cannot say, for even the old navigators had such a horror of it that on their charts they marked it with the figure of a demon.

The morning the little mail steamer on which I cruised "down the Labrador," as the Newfoundlanders say plunged and rolled past it through the surge the rugged mass of rock crouched there as if ready to seize its prey of ships and human lives. The surf, unheard at our distance, flashed around its base like a long row of glistening teeth. A huge iceberg had drifted in and lay stranded at one end of the island; far up on the rocks was the lighthouse; on a shelf below stood a little hut, with provisions, for shipwrecked sailors; the gray morning mists made these look heavy and sodden, and altogether this glimpse of Belle isle was the most desolate scene I had ever beheld. Over our bow the barren coast of Labrador was faintly outlined, and as the last lighthouse on the continent dropped astern I felt that we were indeed drawing away from civilization, and this feeling was strengthened when, as

we turned our prow northward, we sighted the vanguard of the seemingly endless procession of huge icebergs drifting slowly down in single file from the

mysterious regions of the north. We had met with single bergs along

the Newfoundland coast, but off Labrador they became a constant and unspeakably grand feature in the seaward view. I doubt if they can be seen anywhere else except in arctic and antarctic waters in such numbers, variety and grandeur. The branch of the gulf stream which pushes its way into the Arctic ocean has sufficient force left when it is reflected by the frozen northern bound-

ary of that sea to send an icy current

down along the Labrador coast. Practically all the bergs that break loose from the ice sheathed shores of Greenland are borne southward by this current. One morning, when I went upon deck, I counted no less than 135 huge

ones. Some of these were great solid

blocks of ice; others were arched with numerous Gothic passageways; some reached with spirelike grace high up into the air. All reflected with prismatic glory the rays of the sun.--Gustav

Kobbe in St. Nicholas.

Hard and Bitter Wills.

It was remarked by a writer long ago that "there is no revenge so hard and bitter as that of an old man," and it is one of the astonishing perversities of many natures that the longer they live the harder they hug their possessions. The most disinterested affection is passed over, the most faithful and most valuable services are slightly and grudgingly rewarded. This mental and moral disease notably afflicts the richest. The Marquis d' Aligre was a singular example. His will was concocted with a special desire to disappoint and insult his relatives, friends and servants. To the first it said: "As for you, my relatives who have been so long spelling upon this fortune on which 'I had concentrated all my affections,' you are not going to touch a penny of it, and not one of you will be able to boast that you have squandered the millions which the old Marquis d' Aligre had taken so many

years to hoard up."

Sir Robert Bevil, one of James I's officials, did not even spare his wife. "I give unto my wife tenne shillings in respect she took her sonnes part against me and did anymate and comfort him

afterwards. These will not be forgot-

ten." And the Earl of Stafford, who married the daughter of the Duc de Grammont, wrote: "To the worst of women, Claude Charlotte de Grammont,

unfortunately my wife, guilty as she is of all crimes, I leave five and forty brass halfpence, which will buy a pullet for her supper. A better gift than her father can make her."--Westmin-

ster Review.

EARLY LIFE OF PAUL JONES. He Came to America to Inherit an Estate In Virginia. There is no record of his having attended any school except that of the parish of Kirkbean, but he developed a truly Scotch passion for reading and writing. He went to sea when 12 years old and made two voyages during his minority in a slaver, but hating the traffic he left it and the ship too. At 20 he was in command of a fine brigantine. About this time occurred what he calls, in a letter to Robert Morris, "a great misfortune," adding, "I am under no concern whatever that this or any other circumstance of my past life will sink me, in your opinion." The trouble was a threatened criminal prosecution for having had a carpenter flogged, which was the usual mode of punishment in those days. The matter was investigated, and Paul Jones was fully acquitted. It is worthy of remark that the magistrate who inquired into that matter notes that Paul Jones expressed great sorrow for having had the man flogged, although the charge of cruelty was fully disproved. He returned to Scotland once after this, and although affectionately received by his own family his friends and neighbors seem to have treated him coldly. The smart from this injustice turned the indifference he felt for his native land into hatred, and ever after he considered himself quite free from any responsibility for having been born and having spent the first 12 years of his life in so inhospitable a country. In his twenty-seventh year a great and fortunate change occurred to him. His brother William, who had emigrated to Virginia and died there, left him an estate. There is no doubt that Paul Jones was often afterward in want of ready money, but it must be remembered that everybody was in want of ready money in the eighteenth century. Certain it is, from his papers preserved at Washington, that he might be considered at the beginning of the war a man of independent fortune. The two years of his life in Virginia are obscure, as might be expected from a man living the life of a provincial country gentleman, which the records concerning him prove. At the outbreak of war with the mother country Paul Jones hastened to Philadelphia, and though Mr. Joseph Hewes, a member of congress from North Carolina, got his commission as senior first lieutenant

in the infant navy of the colonies. It was then he made the acquaintance of

Robert Morris, to whom he felt a passionate gratitude and affection, and whom he named as sole executor in his will, Mr. Hewes then being dead.--Miss Molly Elliott Seawell in Century.

THE LATEST LULLABY.

Rock a bye, baby, my little sweet man Go to sleep, darling, as fast as you can; For mother must hasten to don a new gown And put in her vote for the good of the town. Your mother's a voter; now, man child, be still, And hush up your screaming, so piercing and shrill, For be it known, man child, the time has come when Your mother can vote with the mannest of men. Now lie where I put you all safe in your bed, And don't you dare wriggle a hand or a head, While I go with my new silk and stylish capote, Oh, man child, the rapture to cast my first vote. Mammy is a voter, A voter proud is she, And she will cast her ballot With the foremost of the free, And a brave and honest voter Forever she will be!--M. Phelps Dawson in New York Sun.

Peter the Great. Peter the Great of Russia had the typical face of a Russian peasant. A short, thick nose, with large nostrils, heavy brows, full, sensual lips, wide mouth and high cheek bones were among his most prominent features. His head was almost round and showed by its width at the ears that combativeness of disposition that was one of the leading points in his character.

Divorce In Burma.

Suppose a Burmese husband and wife quarrel and determine to separate. The wife, who always does all the marketing, goes out and buys two little can-

dles of equal length, which are made

especially for this use. She brings them home. She and her husband sit down on the floor and light them simultaneously. One candle stands for him, the

other for her. The one whose candle burns out first rises and goes out of the house forever, with nothing but what

he or she may have on. The one whose

candle has survived the longest, even by a second, takes everything. So the divorce and division of the property, if

you can call that a division, are settled. --Philadelphia Times.

IN THE FUTURE. When the Girl Who Earns $5,000 a Year Will Be a Desirable Wife.

"Don't you think it a bout time for Mabel to consider the subject of matri-

mony?" he asked hesitatingly.

"Oh, there is plenty of time," replied his wife. "Mabel is very ambitious, you know, and she is used to certain so called luxuries that she would dislike to give up."

"Well, frankly, I think she is working too hard."

"Oh, no, she isn't. It will do her good. And since she won that case in the supreme court her income has been steadily increasing. If she continues to do as well in her profession, she may be able to think of marriage in a year or so. You see, things have changed since we were married."

"Indeed they have," he sighed.

"Then a girl's beauty, temperament and accomplishments had more to do with her matrimonial chances, but it is very different now, very different indeed. Mabel is not yet the prize that I

wish her to be, and I doubt if she could

be sure of getting the kind of husband that I desire her to have. The best young men are very particular, you know."

"Very true," he admitted.

"Many of them will hardly look at a girl whose earning capacity is not $4,000 or $5,000 a year. Mabel agrees with me that it is best to wait until she

has reached that point, and then she is

sure to be sought after by the very best and most desirable young men in the

city."--Chicago Post.

Lighting up In Parliament.

Every part of the house of commons is now lighted by electricity. In Cromwell's time the commons appear to have

entertained strong objections to debates by artificial light. A Sir William Wid-

dington brought in two candles against the direction of the house and was sent

to the Tower next morning. An inter-

rution to debate was sometimes canted

by a motion that candles be brought in.

A standing order was passed in 1717 empowering the sergeant-at-arms to bring in candles without any particular order. This order has been superseded by the instantaneous illumination of the house at the proper time, at first by

gas and subsequently by electricity.--London Letter.

Explained.

Editha Corner--Papa, what do the newspapers mean by the coal ring, salt

ring and corn ring?

Mr. Corner--That is one formed to

prevent rival enterprise.

Editha--Is that it? Why that is just

like an engagement ring!