VOL. XV. OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, MAY 16, 1895. NO. 7.

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 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. Wedding 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.

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 WHISTLING WIND. Whene'er I hear the whistling wind, Whene'er I see the drifting snow, What anxious thought disturbs my mind, So poor the sweetest lass I know! How can she bide the bitter storm? The winter, cold and bleak, endure? She tells me that her wrap is warm-- For she is proud as she is poor. I think of her whene'er I see Another robed in richest furs. There's not another face to me So fair, so good and kind as hers, And when I sit beside my fire I wish her there, for her dear sake, And troubled with its vain desire, It seems as if my heart would break.

God teach her 'tis the high and low, 'Tis not the rich and poor, made ill, That she may not refuse me, so That I may have my perfect will. God bless her, keep her evermore! And patient let me hope to see Time bridging all the diff''rence or She fancies 'twixt herself and me. --Ralph H. Shaw in New York Ledger.

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.

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

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.

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

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

Philadelphia, Pa.

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.

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.

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.

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.

TREATMENT BY

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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.

L. S. SMITH, CONTRACTOR IN Grading, Graveling and Curbing. PAINTING BY CONTRACT OR DAY. Eighth St. and Asbury Ave., OCEAN CITY, N. J.

STONEHILL & ADAMS, Plastering, Range Setting, Brick Laying, &c. All work in mason line promptly attended to. 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.

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.

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.

A BROKEN LETTER.

"Is his lordship waiting breakfast, Parkins, or has he already begun?" cried Lady Eversham, rushing like a whirlwind in a riding habit to the great, cool, pillared hall of Eversham house one fair May morning. "His lordship is not yet down, my lady, but Leon has been with him three-quarters of an hour," answered Parkins. "Then serve breakfast. His lordship won't be long." And Lady Eversham betook herself to the sunlit, flower decked snuggery where she and her husband always had their first meeting of the day. From there she turned to the breakfast table and ran through her morning correspondence. "What a dull post! I wonder if John has got anything better?" Her white fingers wandered among the pile of letters by her husband's plate. "From the steward; from Jenks, the trainer; from the lawyers. Three with the city postmark, five from clubs. That one is from Lady Janet Stepney, I know--begging, of course, for her orphans or curates or indigent mothers; that's from Bertie Stanhope--what a niggle he writes--and, oh, this must be what they call a typewritten thing." Lady Eversham picked from the scattered pile a common square envelope bearing an east and postmark and addressed in type to "The Viscount Eversham, Eversham House, Park Lane."

"How queer it seems that a machine should write all that so straight and neat! I had no idea it looked so tidy

and businesslike. I think I'll make John buy me one to write to my dressmaker with. Typewriting looks so

awfully fierce." She scrutinized the letter still closer. "This one isn't quite

faultless, though. There's something

wrong with the capital E. It's got a white spot-- Ah, John, at last!"

She dropped the letters among the others and ran to greet her husband, who stooped from his superior height

and kissed her lovingly.

A year ago society had called John,

Viscount Eversham, aged 45, a fool to

saddle his wealth and his freedom with

a mere girl as a wife, but his bride had

been so sweet, so gracious, so innocently pleased with her new surroundings

and so unaffected that at the beginning

of this her second season the most cyn-

ical had voted the marriage a success and the young viscountess an acquisition.

Lord Eversham adored his wife, yet with that tentative worship, that love

tinged with doubt, which must always be where the adorer is speeding swiftly down life's hill and the object of adoration is every day growing more lovely

and more desirable.

His first few months of married life, when, a bride, Lady Eversham had won widespread and open admiration, had

been torture to him. Even now his self depreciatory doubts were only lulled to slumber by the perfectly blameless conduct of his wife.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, my dear," he began, with old fashioned courtesy, "but the morning was so fine I made sure you would prolong your ride." "So I might have done, for Mr. Leighton--he has constituted himself my cavaliere servante in the Row--was most amusing, but Kittie Hamer joined us, and it's horrid riding three abreast--one has to shout so. I left them at the top of the Row and"-- "Leighton rides with you, does he?" queried Lord Eversham, looking over the top of his letters. "Yes, dear, almost always." And then an utterly unaccountable blush came over her until her throat, ears and cheeks were alike bathed in the crimson tide. "Hum!" said his lordship, while Lady Eversham, furious with herself at the trick her unruly self consciousness had played with her, took refuge in her breakfast. Silence reigned, broken only by the faint tinkle of the silver and china and by the rustle of Lord Eversham's letters. Suddenly he started, grew pale, then red, looked from his wife to a slip of paper in his hand, and back again. What a strange coincidence! "Watch your wife!" in typewritten characters, stared from the paper before him. Opposite was the downcast face of his wife--the face which had been but a moment back dyed with a guilty blush at the chance mention of the name of a mere acquaintance. The next moment he gathered up his letters and left the room. Lady Eversham, too, sprang from her chair. "Why was I such a fool?" she cried to herself in a tall mirror. "What made me do such a hateful, stupid, underbred thing as to blush like a gawky schoolgirl--and at Rupert Leighton's name, too!--a man who--" She did not speak the words that rose to her lips. Only the faint, coquettish smile--the smile of a woman who is beautiful, who is flattered, who is beloved--dawned again in the misty depths of her eyes. Before Lord Eversham's eyes and in his ears were ever the words, "Watch your wife!" A younger man, one surer of his hold upon a woman's heart, would have shown her the shameful thing. But he was afraid. He tried to keep the burden of doubt and disbelief to himself, yet Beatrix Eversham guessed at its existence, though she knew neither its origin nor reason. Only she felt that there was no love behind his courtesy, no warmth in his kindness, no faith in his generosity. "Watch your wife!" Lord Eversham watched, and Lady Eversham knew it. One night, at Hurlingham, her wounded pride found vent. Rupert Leighton, as ever, was by her side as she strolled to the river's edge, and with the petulance of a spoiled child for the first time gave words to her trouble. She was overwrought, and for a few moments she spoke hysterically, incoherently, scarcely reckoning that she had a listener. Then, with a little sob, she dropped her head on her arms and began to cry, as an angry woman will. "Lady Eversham, what you tell me shocks me terribly! Are you sure"-- "Am I sure? I am dogged at every hour of the day. I am questioned about my movements, then doubted to my face. It is most shameful!" "It is most cruel," said Leighton slowly. "Pardon the question, but have you given him any cause"-- "Mr. Leighton, how dare you!" flashed from her through the cobalt summer night. He bowed humbly before he spoke again.

"Then to what do you attribute this change? Has any other woman"-- She shook her head. Suddenly through the shadows Rupert Leighton's hand stole to Beatrix Eversham's arm, and he drew her so close to him that his breath fanned her hot cheeks. "Lady Eversham, I have an idea. What if your husband is carrying on an intrigue with a woman? What if he fears discovery and subsequent proceedings and is even now making every effort to trump up a counter charge against you?" "Ah! Mr. Leighton, how horrible, how cruel to ruin one woman, and that his wife, at the expense of another"-- "Whom he loves," whispered Leighton. "Do you not see, can you not believe that this is the truth--that he is tired of you; that your youth and innocence and beauty are not for him? Ah! Lady Eversham--Beatrix--let me convince you--let me find proof that what I say is true." "Mr. Leighton, I cannot, dare not, ask you to interfere in this most terrible difficulty. You've been my friend, and I believe you have my happiness and welfare at heart, but"-- "Beatrix!" he murmured hoarsely. "I have no friendship for you. Love and admiration fill me. If I can convince you of the truth of my suspicions, give me yourself." She slipped from his grasp and fled down the dim pathway. "Where have you been all this time?" said her husband's voice through the dusk. "The horses have been waiting for half an hour." "I am ready to go," said Lady Eversham, and looking neither to the right nor to the left she swept before him to her carriage. Lady Eversham slept little that night. Her shattered faith in her husband's loyalty and trust, Leighton's love, her own unhappiness, jostled in her brain the weary hours through, and it was a very ghost of Lady Eversham who sipped her chocolate next morning and broke the seals of half a dozen letters. Suddenly the blood rushed to her pale face. A common envelope, bearing a typewritten address, quivered in one hand; a slip of paper was in the other. "If you would have a proof, be in room 8 at the Imperial cafe today at 4 o'clock." "No signature, no address," cried Beatrix Eversham. "But the envelope is enough. The E's are broken like those on that other letter which came five weeks ago. Ah! who can be so base, so wicked, as to wish to wantonly destroy the happiness of two lives?" The big clock over the Imperial cafe had barely struck four when a woman, whose perfect toilet was marred by the singular thickness of her veil, glided into the doorway, and scarcely had the lady disappeared when Lord Eversham passed into the building and followed in the fair one's footsteps. His lordship moved quickly, but in spite of his efforts only arrived in the corridor in time to hear the sharp click of a closing door, followed by an exclamation in a voice he knew too well. The sound came from Room No. 8. Lord Eversham looked around. Luncheons were over, dinner not yet begun. He was alone, and in another second was pressing his eye to the keyhole. "You here, Mr. Leighton." It was the voice of Lady Eversham, and before her question could be answered she displayed her surprise and disfavor in bitter tones. She continued: "I understand all now. A light breaks in upon me. It is you--you--a gentleman, a friend, who sent the letter to my husband which has nearly broken his heart and wrecked my life--you who have woven a tissue of lies about me and have spread a net for me today into which my feet have almost strayed. The reason I came here today was to discover the identity of the person, man or woman, who sent those two letters to my husband's home. I find you, whom I believed to be a friend, whom I now know to be a foe." She flung out her hands. "Ah, that I were a man to punish you as you deserve!" Her prayer for a righteous revenge was answered. The door opened a little space, and the tall, spare form of Lord Eversham slipped into the room. "John! You here?" cried Lady Eversham, laying her fingers across her mouth to stifle the little scream of joy that rose in her throat. "Stand aside!" said his lordship. Then, with upraised arm, he advanced on the culprit. Twice the writhing victim cried for mercy, and twice Lord Eversham muttered, "Coward!" When at last the heavy walking stick snapped in two, Lord Eversham, without casting one look at what lay at his feet, turned to his wife and led her from the room. Once outside in the dim silence of the corridor Lady Eversham raised her husband's hands to her lips and kissed them. "Thank you--thank you a thousand times! But, oh, my dear, why did you not trust me?" Lord Eversham bowed low before her. "Dear wife, I cannot regret what I have done today! I shall trust you to the last your of my life!" Then her ladyship reeled a little. "John, dear, take me home quickly. It was an awful sight. I feel--rather--faint!"--London World.

ONE WAY TO LIVE CHEAPLY. A Scheme That Was Developed by Gallant Colonel Wilk. Joseph Tanski, the Polish refugee, narrates many stories of the shifts to which he and his fellow exiles were compelled to resort in order to keep soul and body together. None of these is more curious and interesting than one

relating to his friend, Colonel Wilk, who had ben decorated by the emperor of the French for gallant service in the French army, but who afterward found himself obliged to live upon 60 francs a month.

It was pretty tight work, and so Colonel Wilk had to confess, but one day he met with a strange bit of good fortune. He had been out for a walk and was on his way home when a big Newfoundland dog came running down the street, pursued by a gang of boys and men, all armed with sticks. The dog, panting and terrified, ran straight toward Colonel Wilk and took refuge between his feet. The crowd drew near with loud and excited shouts.

"It is a mad dog! Kill him!" A policeman, more courageous than the mob, stepped forward. "Halt!" shouted the knight of the Legion of Honor. "The dog belongs to me. It is not mad." His resolute air and perhaps the red ribbon in his buttonhole made an impression upon the policeman. "Very well," he said, "since the dog is yours, lead him away."

So said, so done. Colonel Wilk took the dog home, washed and combed it, and then went with it to the butcher's to buy it some scraps of meat. For 25 centimes the butcher gave him a fine lot, and on his way home Wilk bought a few vegetables.

All these bits--bits of meat, bones and vegetables--he put into a pot together with a suitable quantity of water, and out of the pot both he and the dog made a sumptuous dinner.

The problem of living was solved. Day after day, as often as his purse ran low, which was pretty often, he bought bits of meat "for his dog." Nobody was the wiser, and the Polish exile and his dog lived upon 35 centimes a day, and the knight of the Legion of Honor could once more receive his friends like a man of the world.

THE TOOTHSOME PEANUT. Ten Million Dollars Spent Annually In America For This "Fruit."

A man incidentally asked a street vender if his peanuts were first class, and the response to the inquiry was surprising.

"No," said the vender, "you do not get first class peanuts in this country in this way. The best peanuts are used for other purposes. They are made into meal and grits by scientific men, and in Germany they are prepared for sick people in the hospitals. The peanuts you get in candy are the very poorest grade, and some of the 'burnt almonds' which you get are nothing more than fourth rate peanuts." "Where did the peanut come from?"

"From Central and South America. They grew there in long pods, and the pods contain from four to five kernels.

They were carried to the old world in the early days, and in the seventeenth century they constituted the chief staple of Africa. You will find if you look it up that the slave dealers of Africa in those days used to load their ships with peanuts to be used as food for their human cargoes. Then the negroes who were imported from Africa to this country brought over the peanut, and they were scattered and first grew in Virginia.

And now this country is raising the crop, and, owing to American shrewdness, the nut is ground and used for various purposes and shipped all over the world.

"I reckon you know," the vender continued, "that peanuts in a certain condition are more nutritious than beef.

When specially prepared, they rank with beans and peas. The peanut is said to contain 29 per cent of protein and 49 per cent of fat. What is known as peanut meal contains 52 per cent of protein and 8 per cent of fat. It is the cheapest of all food materials."

In 1861 and 1865 peanut oil was manufactured largely in four southern states and was employed as a substitute for olive oil. In fact, one druggist admitted, some of the "olive oil" sold now in this country is nothing more than peanut oil. Nearly all of the olive oil sold in the United States is mixed with part of the peanut. Peanuts furnish from 30 to 50 per cent of the weight of their kernels in oil. Sometimes peanut

oil is used for lighting, and again, it

is utilized to advantage in the making of soap and as a lubricant in machine shops.

The American peanut is larger and better flavored than any other, but it does not contain so much oil as the African nut. The "cake" which is left after extracting the oil makes excellent feed for cattle and is used very largely for that purpose in Germany, where it sells from $30 to $33 a ton. This country owes to Germany the suggestion it has received in relation to the edible qualities of peanuts, and the department of agriculture is now investigating the method of Germany in the way in which that country has handled the nut, and the result is to be published by the department for the benefit of the farmers. The United States now produces 4,000,000 bushels of peanuts annually, or 88,000,000 pounds. The total world's supply amounts to about 600,000,000 pounds. The exportation from Africa and India to Europe during the last year amounted to nearly 400,000,000 pounds. Of this quantity 322,000,000 pounds were delivered at the port of Marseilles, the bulk of it being pressed for oil.

It is estimated that $10,000,000 worth of peanuts are eaten every year in the United States, and most of the quantity, it is said, is consumed between meals and at odd times.--Chicago Post.

Lilacs in California. A young man entered the shop of a local florist and asked, "Do you want any lilacs today?" "Yes; bring me half a dozen bunches of white ones." When the young man had gone, the florist said:

"That young man is a born speculator, a natural business man. Pretty nearly all the lilacs in Oakland were failures this year because they made the mistake of starting to bloom last fall during a warm spell and got nipped by the frost. As soon as the young man found that out he slipped down to San Jose, went to every person who had a lilac bush in his yard, contracted for the blooms, and now he has a corner on the lilac trade of San Francisco and Oakland. "By the way," continued the florist, "did you ever think what a hold on popular favor that old flower, the lilac, has? Of course the pretty white lilacs are popular, but we sell as many of the lavender colored. Everybody buys them. As soon as the violets go out lilacs come in, and the women love their fragrance. About the premature bloom of the Oakland lilacs last fall? That was not strange, as the lilac begins to set its buds in June for the blooming of the following spring, and a spell of warm weather in the fall is liable to hurry them forward in time to be frozen by the next cold snap."--Oakland (Cal.) Enquirer.

Within the Law's Limit. The game was poker, and the players were men prominent in American public life. One was a statesman from Kentucky and the other Judge "Tom" Nelson of Indiana, ex-minister to Mexico, and one of the brightest wits America has produced. A western senator dealt the cards. There was a careful "skin-

ning" of indicators on the part of the participants, and Judge Nelson found the result such as to guarantee the advisability of chipping in. The Kentuckian did likewise with an eagerness that denoted strength in his particular direction. The others dropped out. The Kentuckian and the Hoosier each demanded a single card, and the senator deftly flirted them off the deck. For a few minutes the betting progressed. "Two blues better, Tom." "Two more than you." "I'll have to lift you about so many, Tom." "Well, I'm sorry, but you must meet a further increase of ivory." So it went until the Kentuckian began to doubt the efficiency of the three ten spots he held in his left hand. There was too much in the pot to allow him to lay down, so he sighed and called the judge, with the words: "What have you got, Tom?" "Queens," was the [?] response. "How many?" queried the Kentuckian. "One," thundered the diplomat. "Do you take me for a bigamist?"--Washington Post.

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

Mary, queen of Scots, had red hair and a cross eye, and in spite of the encomiums of her contemporaries is believed not to have been a handsome woman.

The "candles" of the Romans consisted of a string made of rags and a small vessel of rancid fat.

Henry VIII paid the equivalent of $17 in our money for a dog.