VOL. XV. OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, MAY 9, 1895. NO. 6.

Ocean City Sentinel. PUBLISHED WEEKLY AT OCEAN CITY, N. J., 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, 35c.

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.

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.

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.

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.

WE ASKED CONSENT.

We asked consent, my love and I, All in the the early morning. A golden promise lit the sky, The dewy earth adorning. The day was just beginning, The hour of all for winning, But the old man lifted up his head And scanned the sky and briefly said: "'Tis nae the time for coortin. Nay, nay," said he. We asked consent, my love and I, The maiden moon was slender. A starry mist rained down the sky, And the even was new and tender. The mother, she lay sleeping Where stars their watch were keeping. The old man sighed and bowed his head, "She's but a bairn--the child," he said, "But life's aye short for lovin, Aye, aye," said he.--Idea Whipple Benham in Independent.

C. E. EDWARDS. J. C. CURRY. DRS. EDWARDS & CURRY,

DENTISTS,

Room 12, Haseltine Building, Take Elevator. 1416 Chestnut St.,

Philadelphia, Pa.

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

Every Size for Every Duty, DUPLEX STEAM PUMPS, Third and Arch Sts.,

PHILADELPHIA, PA.

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.

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 Resi-

dences fitted up in the best manner. Sanitary Plumbing and drainage a specialty. Orders by mail promptly attended to.

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. Gas-

oline Stoves a specialty. All work guaranteed as represented.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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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A PRISON CHAPLAIN. "I congratulate you, Jim, from my very heart, old fellow, though how you've managed to et so far ahead of us all I can't imagine! Vicar of S----! Why, it's a position even I never dreamed of, and as for you, I always looked upon you, old man, as a regular prison chaplain and nothing else. No offense, Jim; you know what I mean." It was indeed with a shock of astonishment and almost incredulity that I had read in my morning paper, only an hour before, that the Rev. James Bourn, M. A., of Balliol college, Oxford, at present chaplain of the jail at Smithley, had been appointed by the trustees to the important post of vicar of S----, vacant owing to its previous occupant having been made a bishop. S---- was one of the largest towns of the north, and its vicar was always a man of importance in the church. The trustees had had some of the ablest of church clergymen applying for the post, and that my old friend Jim should get it--though no one valued his gifts and zeal more than I did--seemed to me almost incomprehensible. Had it been private patronage one could have understood it, but public competition, and against such

competitors!

Jim smiled at my words. We were

again seated in my study.

"Yes, Howson," said he, "I thought

would give you a turn."

Then he relapsed into silence, but as I saw he had something further to tell, I simply sat waiting for it, without

speaking.

"Howson," pursued he, "you know I've some curious notions and secrets, don't you? You often think them wrong, but, though not boasting, I generally find them right in the end. You recollect my last story and theory, don't you? That came out all right, didn't it?"

I nodded in acquiescence.

"Well, old fellow, this is another, and it has come out all right, too, thank God. No secret you can have of mine can be greater than the one you hold, so I may tell you this. It's to be between us only, and another who necessarily holds it but will keep it safe enough. I know you've not agreed with me when I've held that this dogging of prisoners--often only once sinned--by the detectives after their release from jail is altogether bad, but I've always said it was, and I stick to it. As soon as any prisoner really shows penitence and reformation in earnest I do certainly think he ought to have a chance and be left alone. I'm certain there would

be fewer criminals."

"I've heard that doctrine before from you, Jim, but what has that to do with

your promotion?" "Listen," said he.

"It was when I was at Lowmarket, about eight years ago, that I set out about 10 o'clock p. m., as my usual custom was, for a walk before retiring for the night. There is, as you know, a footpath that runs all around the jail walls, above a mile long, and it was along this path I always went. The night being fine and starlight, I took my sister, who was visiting us, with me. You remember Muriel, a girl of about 18 then? We walked along, chatting gayly, until we game to the back of the jail, about half a mile from my residence, and then, whether it was owing to the heat of the evening--a hot August day it had been--or probably from natural weakness, for Muriel was not as strong then as she is now, I can't say, but all of a sudden she said, 'Jim, I don't feel well!' and before I could do anything more she had fallen to the

ground in a faint.

"I had fancied for some few seconds before this happened that there was a slight noise and rustle on the other side of the prison wall, but had set it down to rats, which were always about the brook which flows past. As Muriel fell I heard another slight noise like a dull thud, but was too anxious then to trouble about it. I bent over and rubbed her hands, supporting her as well as I could. You may guess how delighted I was to hear steps coming toward me, though the walker was yet hidden by the angle of the wall. I needed help badly. The newcomer was a soldier, by his clothes, but he stopped suddenly on seeing us and seemed inclined to turn back. Seeing I had noticed him, however, and observing the situation, after a slight hesitation he advanced. I asked him to help me back with Muriel to my house, which he did. He was unusually quiet, and though I gave him a recital of what had happened said nothing. By the time we got home Muriel was about

right again and apologized for giving us so much trouble. We both thanked the soldier for his kindness, and though he would have gone on almost forced him to come inside. We all sat down in the dining room.

"Hark! What was that sound? Again! Again! The soldier grew pale and started, but I know well what it was, though seldom heard. It was the boom of the prison cannon, telling that a prisoner had escaped. Immediately all was alarm. We could hear the wardens and

the horses dashing hither and thither after the fugitive, and I went to the

door to ask who had escaped. I learned

that it was No. 285, a young man, doing

five years for forgery, his first offense, and a prisoner I had much pitied. His

crime had been committed to save a mother and sister from almost starvation, which could not be kept off by the 18 shillings a week he had earned, and the judge had, in my opinion, been

unusually severe on him. By his gentle-

ness and attention he had gained my friendship, but the imprisonment was telling on him, and his mother and sis-

ter were well nigh heartbroken. "I felt sorry he had tried to escape, as

it would go hard with him if captured, and I returned sadly to my room and companions. The soldier, almost for the first time, lifted up involuntarily his eyes and looked straight at me. Good

heavens, it was No. 285!

"He saw I recognized him, and remain-

ed motionless. For a few seconds, though indeed it seemed to me a lifetime, I sat utterly prostrated, not knowing what to do. What would you have done, Howson? I could not call in the wardens and say, 'Here is your man, No. 285,' for he was my guest. I myself had invited him in, even against his will. Besides he had remained, even at such fearful risk to himself, to help me and Muriel in our necessity! Could you have surrendered him, Arthur? Moreover, I knew how he had repented --how keen his desire to see those two

whose lives were dimmed for ever. Yet

my duty to the country, to the govern-

ment, to the prison--what about that? I sent Muriel to bed, and with an affectionate good night to me and thanks to

her benefactor she went.

"It cost me a long struggle, Arthur, and the clock hands pointed to nearly 12 before my decision was settled. Then, turning to the fugitive, who had never spoken so far, I said, as if ignoring altogether the recognition, though I knew

he saw it all:

"'I thank you, sir, for your kind aid.

As it is now very late'--I emphasized this--'you had better stay overnight and go tomorrow; anytime you please --another emphasis--'and I trust your

future career will be as honorable and noble as I should like it to be.' "He bent his head solemnly, said,

'Thank you very much for your kindness, which I shall never forget,' and

followed me to the bedroom.

"No one knew he was in the house but myself. I attended to him, and at dusk

next evening he departed.

"I need not tell you that the search of the prison authorities, Howson, was all in vain, and of course in a very short time No. 285 was practically forgotten by everybody, the police most of all, though I myself had always half expected to have a note from him some day, saying how he was getting on.

But it was a vain hope.

"And now comes to the curious part of my story. I have begun lately, certainly more so since my marriage, to get somewhat tired of the dull routine of prison chaplaincy and most of all for Ella's sake. She has found it very distasteful this last year or so. So I have

been looking out for a benefice, How-

son, but I scarcely need tell you I never dreamed of such a post as vicar of S----. I should as soon have expected being made archbishop of Canterbury. Yet when I heard it was vacant, something within my impelled me to apply for it, and I did so. There were, as you know, a tremendous number of applications, some from men whom I had long learned to respect as lights of the church, and nobody was more surprised than myself when I found I was one of

the eight selected candidates.

"It seems, then, that a committee was chosen to go and hear these eight preach, without their knowing it, at their churches, and some of them heard me at St. Polycarp's about three weeks ago. Thus two of us were selected out of the eight and appeared before the trustees some ten days ago. After many questions and explanations the trustees voted, we being in the next room, and it was found there were four for the other gentleman and four for myself. The mayor of S----, who was chairman of the trustees, had been unexpectedly called away that morning, and in his absence the gentleman who had been placed in the chair seemed unwilling to give a casting vote under the circumstances. The meeting was therefore postponed for a week, and we were called up again on Monday. My opponent had the first interview; I followed. "The mayor was in the chair. Naturally I felt somewhat nervous, but you may imagine, Howson, what I really felt when I saw that the mayor of S--- was No. 285! It was not at first I recognized him, but when he spoke the voice seemed familiar, and I gradually traced the resemblance, much altered though he was by his beard and whiskers. It was a mutual recognition, but he was much calmer than I was, and acted as though I was a perfect stranger, in fact as I acted toward him on that never to be forgotten night. "I soon found by the way his fellows spoke of him how much he was respected and esteemed. The interview was soon over, and I went out half dazed, I must admit, yet not wholly sad. "In a few minutes I was called in again, and informed that by five votes to four, I had been elected to the vacant

post, and was asked if I would accept the offer of it. Of course I accepted it, and thanked them all. I need not tell you whose the fifth vote was, Howson, though I may say that I have since learned his mother was dead when he sought her eight years ago, and his sis-

ter died soon afterward."

There was silence in my study for a minute or two, then I got up, shook his hand again in congratulation, and said: "You're right again, Jim, old man! It is better to give them a chance than to be everlastingly dogging them till life is a curse. Don't fear your secret, and may God bless the new vicar of S----."--London Tit-Bits.

A Tack Driving Machine.

A very ingenious machine for automatically driving tacks or nails, says the Providence Journal, has been contrived by Charles D. Rogers of that city. The machine has a reservoir for tacks, and the first effect of depressing the handle is to move a bar endwise, vibrate the agitator and shake the tacks to insure the sliding of the foremost tacks into frictional encouragement with the side of the descending driver after the separator pin has been retracted. At the instant the reservoir commences to be forced downward the point part of the cut off lever automatically drops from its proximity to the tacks. The retraction of the pin from contact with the row of tacks occurs when the beveled end of the driver holder in its downward movement engages the lower dog of the cut off lever, while at the same time the row of tacks advances and is held in check by the driver, which is being forced downward to its limit, thus engaging the standing tack and driving it into the leather beneath the jaws holding the tack in position springing apart to permit its passing through. Upon removing the pressure a spring returns the driver to normal position, and while it is returning the tacks in the runway are again agitated and the point of the cut off pin introduced between the first and second tacks on the runway by the action of the lever, just before the completion of the driver's return stroke. A lug secured to the reservoir connection comes in contact with the stop of a rod, thus lifting the latter and elevating a blade into the rear side of the point part of the forward tack, and as the driver finishes the upward stroke the blade deflects the forward into the driver chamber, where it is arrested by the spring jaws.

A Bologna 3,750 Feet In Length. The revival of the trades after the long

stagnation which followed in the wake of the crusades were responsible for many fantastic procession freaks in the larger towns of western Europe. For an instance we are told that in the councilors' procession, which took place at Nuremberg in 1487, the bakers of the town exhibited a loaf of bread weighing

1,141 pounds, and that in the same pro-

cession a cheesemaker exhibited a "star shaped cheese which put three horses on their mettle to pull it through the streets mounted on a goodly dray." The old account further says that this bread and cheese, which was distributed free

of charge among the merrymakers,

"was dinner sufficient for upward of 8,000 persons." In the New Year's procession at Konigsberg in 1558 a bologna

sausage exhibited by the "butchermen"

was 622 feet in length and was carried

on the shoulders of 67 men and boys.

The one exhibited in the same city in the year 1583 was over 1,600 feet in length and weighed 434 pounds. But the giant of all sausages, and perhaps the largest thing of the kind ever made, was exhibited by the Konigsberg butchers on New Year's day in 1601, when they paraded the streets with a bologna 3,750 feet in length and weighing early 2,000 pounds. It was carried on the shoulders of 187 men, the first and last in the column each having it wound around their

necks.--St. Louis Republic.

Dean Hole on Roses. Dean Hale is one of the most successful rosegrowers in England. He was

recently interviewed as to their care and said:

"A spot should be found that is sheltered without being shaded. Every overhanging tree is as a upas tree to a rose. Get a spot where the sun shines warmly on the sheep and the wind is tempered to the shorn lamb. Avoid drips and roots. Manure in winter and mulch in spring. In the summer months let them be well watered below and well sprinkled two or three times a week. Let all insects be removed. When the ground is clayey, drain it well, for when water stagnates about the roots of a plant they cannot receive air or warmth. Cut your drains with a good

fall, straight four feet deep. Burnt clay,

I find, produces permanent friability in soils." The doctor considers his method of burning clay excellent. He keeps all prunings, bones and vegetable matter together and makes them into a fire, putting an old tree stump on top. This he covers with clay, renewing it as the fire breaks through; suppress the

flames, and after burning a fortnight blends the ashes with the soil.

As to the manures, he thinks soot excellent for tea roses, which grow to such outdoor perfection in England. Autumn leaves are good for Bourbons. He does not care so much for tea leaves as the friend of his who drenched the roots with the contents of the teapot that she

might have "tea scented Chinas." The

best manure of all he thinks is the refuse heap of the farmyard.

IN THE MIND'S EYE. A Vision That Came to a Listener While the Fiddler Played. Every man has somewhere in his memory pictures that come vividly before his mind's eye, summoned perhaps at will, perhaps by a word, by some feature of an alien landscape, by an odor, by a few notes of music--in short, by any one of the things, tangible or intangible, that serve mysteriously to link the past and present in the individual mind. One of a company listening to an excellent fiddler the other night suddenly found that by some unguessed principle of the association the music was calling up half forgotten scenes. Doubtless in the case of many others present memory was busy while the music sounded. Here are some

of the things that came before the listener in question:

The lights of the room where the audience sat were shining in his eyes, but what he saw was not there, only a shrouded sky of a sultry June night after a storm, with uneasy mutters of withdrawing thunders in the air, drops still falling from the dense foliage of the trees, and here and there overhead a single star shining in a rift that showed an irregular bit of the blue black and velvety heavens. The "big road" stretched white, far up and down through the gloom, and one could distinguish inky masses of high foliage about a homestead. Just across the road from the homestead there was a splash of warm light from the half open door of the country store, and passing from gloom to gloom through the light were occasional silhouetted figures of whites and negroes in rough straw hats and working clothes. The scent of a purple dotted clover field hard by the store was heavy on the sullen atmosphere. There was much talk, and there came from the region of the store loud negro laughter and boisterous negro salutations. Then the cry of a pump handle under a vigorous

arm was heard, and there passed into the store through the broad ribbon of

light a great earthen pitcher, dripping with fresh drawn water. Now the wheels of a swift drawn carriage cut through the wet sand of the road, and a moment later the steaming figure of a well made horse was seen belted with light from the doowray [sic]. A man alighted, whip in hand. Some of the crowd drew near and talked of the steaming horse, and one backed him so that his keen head with its distended nostrils and foaming mouth were well within the stream of light. The driver, his purchase made, stepped into his carriage and was soon swallowed up in the gloom, while the crowd talked of him and his horse until the echo of the

wheels died in the distance.

Suddenly a negro began to play the jewsharp, another fell to patting jubs, and three or four began to dance, while the others looked on with odd half savage cries of applause and loud guffaws. The thin metallic music went crinkling through the veins of all that heard, and one after another, though wearied with a long day's work, fell into the hard athletic dance. The music and the dancing continued till the last white man filed out of the store and the door was locked on the gloomy interior. Everybody knew then that it was 10 o'clock, and all trudged off their several ways, save two or three negroes who remained, their voices gradually sinking low into the confidential talk that comes upon small companies under the spell of

night.

An hour later the late risen moon was silvering the surface of a great tidal river, in sight from the upper windows of the homestead. The two or three negroes were still gossiping in the gloom at the corner of the store, one of them occasionally giving short, weird, melan-

choly touches on the jewsharp. They

had gone before midnight, and the place was silent, save for the distant melodies

of other negroes singing in the chorus as they trudged homeward on the high-

ways under the now cloudless and moonlit sky. An hour later these haunting melodies had died out of the air, and their were only silence, moonlight and the odor from the clover field left to possess the region along with the mysterious summer night, until earliest dawn should put to flight moonlight and mystery, wake the birds and call men to the day's activities.--New York Sun. "A Nice Pupil!" Napoleon was a great soldier, but he could not spell. His handwriting was also so bad as to give rise to the rumor that he used indecipherable characters to conceal the fact that he, the master of Europe, could not master French orthography.

In the early days of the empire a man of modest aspect presented himself before the emperor.

"Who are you?" asked Napoleon. "Sire, I had the honor at Brienne for 15 months to give writing lessons to your majesty." "You turned out a nice pupil!" said the emperor, with vivacity. "I congratulate you on your success!" Nevertheless he conferred a pension upon his old master.--Youth's Companion.

China. China took its name from Tsin, an emperor who founded a dynasty 300 years before the Christian era. He was the monarch who built the great wall and accomplished many other works of utility to the empire. It is also called the "Celestial Empire" because most of its early rulers were in the popular belief deities or mythological personages.