VOL. XV. OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, MAY 23, 1895. NO. 8.

Ocean City Sentinel. PUBLISHED WEEKLY AT OCEAN CITY, N. J., BY R. C. ROBINSON, Editor and Proprietor.

$1.00 per year, strictly in advance. $1.50 at end of year.

Attorneys-at-Law. MORGAN HAND, ATTORNEY AND

COUNSELLOR AT LAW Solicitor, Master and Examiner in Chancery

Supreme Court Commissioner, Notary Public,

CAPE MAY C. H., N. J. (Opposite Public Buildings.)

LAW OFFICES

SCHUYLER C. WOODRULL, 310 Market St., Camden, N. J.

JONATHAN HAND, JR., Attorney-at-Law, SOLICITOR AND MASTER IN CHANCERY, Notary Public, CAPE MAY COURT HOUSE, N. J. Office opposite Public Buildings.

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

Restaurants.

MARSHALL'S DINING ROOMS FOR LADIES AND GENTS, 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.

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.

THE HOME OF WASHINGTON.

[The following lines were written on the back of a picture at Mount Vernon by Rev. William Day.] There dwelt the Man, the flower of human kind, Whose visage mild bespoke his nobler mind. There dwelt the Soldier, who his sword ne'er drew But in a righteous cause, to freedom true. There dwelt the Hero, who ne'er killed for fame, Yet gained more glory than a Caesar's name. There dwelt the Statesman, who, devoid of art, Gave soundest counsels from an upright heart. And, O Columbia, by thy sons caressed There dwell the Father of the realms he blessed: Who no wish felt to make his might a praise, Like other chiefs, the means himself to raise; But there retiring, breathed in pure renown, And felt a grandeur that disdained a crown.--"Beacon Lights of Patriotism."

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.

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. Builds 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 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.

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

Bakers, Grocers, Etc. JACOB SCHUFF, (Successor to A. E. Mahan,) THE PIONEER BAKERY, No. 706 Asbury Avenue, OCEAN CITY, N. J. Fresh Bread, Pies and Cakes daily. Wedding Cakes a specialty. Orders delivered free of charge. Nothing delivered on Sunday. McCLURE, HERITAGE & CO., Successors to Finnerty, McClure & Co., DRUGGISTS AND CHEMISTS 112 Market Street, Philadelphia. Dealers in Pure Drugs, Chemicals, Patent Medicines, Paints, Oils, etc.

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.

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

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. J. L. HEADLEY, CARPETNER 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.

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HUMBLED. Three centuries ago an old Latin city slept on the border of a great blue gulf over which the scattering sails floated like lazy birds, and in whose clear depths were mirrored the green hills crowned with half ruined temples of gleaming marble. The inscriptions of the conquering Caesars were yet clear upon its massive walls, along which paced watchmen whose chanting cries mingling with the tolling of the monastery bells marked the flight of the hours between the darkness and the dawn. There were great aqueducts traversing the landscape and broken columns shining white through the foliage of venerable trees, telling of the faroff time when the gods reigned yet on Olympus and the city was in Aphrodite's keeping. Surrounded by olives and somber pines, clinging to the summit of a granite cliff high up where the eagles spread their mighty wings, the nine proud towers of the chateau of Pierreluce pierced the sky. But the place was sad since the day when its lord had departed to wage war upon his enemies and had given up his soul in a valiant but losing fight. He left to mourn him a maiden who was his widow without having been his wife, who had known no other caress than the kiss of adieu which he had pressed upon her forehead as he rode

away.

This maiden was called Bathilda, and

she was very beautiful. Her skin was white as the petals of a lily. Her eyes were blue, and the light in their profound depths was as changeful as the tints of clear evening skies in autumn. Sometimes they shone hard and cold, chilling the hearts; then they would brighten magically and exert such subtle influences over those on whom they rested that the rustiest hearts would be drawn to her. Her neck was like a slender ivory column, and around it she

wore a thread of gold whose ends were joined by a great amethyst. Her hair

was dark and soft as a silken mesh, and there were coppery gleams in it where

the sunlight fell. When uncoiled it

hung almost to her slender feet, cover-

ing her like a splendid mantle.

She loved no one.

She seemed as cold and passionless as a statue with folded hands carved upon a tomb. The poor people, the vassals who tilled the soil, the merchants of the city, the clerks and soldiers, all feared and hated her because she was inexorable in her unjust and wicked decrees, which made their lives a burden. She was proud as any pagan empress in her radiant, splendid beauty, so much so that she scarcely bowed her head during the elevation of the host, and not once had she accused herself of a fault or

knelt as others did before the white

robed monks who officiated in the

chapel by the donjon.

And the angels who watch over the souls of mortals, and who traverse the trackless fields of air as lightly as some wandering strain of music mounts upward from the earth despaired, seeing her so deeply sunk in her sinful pride,

blossoming like a pale rose in a gloomy

desert place, and they resolved to chasten her.

Late one afternoon in the time of har-

vest, when the air was full of the

drowsy hum of insects, and the wind

was stilled, as the distant sea reflected the sunset glory of the sky before the postern of the chateau appeared a band

of cavaliers with dusty armor and gleaming lances. At their head upon a charger which pawed the ground and neighed was he whom the courts of love had named Fouiques the Fair.

Indeed, with his broad, powerful shoulders, his tall figure and godlike face and clustering golden curls framing his low forehead, the lord of the Isles and of Theouie shone in the twilight beautiful as a rising star.

From a window, drawing aside a corner of one of the panes of colored vellum, Bathilde, trembling, fascinated, her hands pressed upon her loudly beating heart, regarded the unknown guest that the fates had sent her. What was this madness which pervaded all her being, which gave her an almost irresistible impulse to throw herself upon the broad bosom of this man, whom she had never seen before that sweet, resplendent summer evening, which made hungry love for her maiden heart? She blushed. For the first time she feared she was not beautiful enough in her somber robes of widowhood.

During his stay in the chateau she entertained him with as much magnificence and formal preparation as if he were king or pope. She regaled him with sumptuous banquets and made herself humble before him. For his amusement she would have burned the city and the ships straining at their mooring rings, and she used every art she knew to keep him with her and turn his thoughts from war and fill his heart with her increasing love. And Fouiques loved her in return as much as she worshiped him, suffering himself to listen to her voice, clear and vibrant as a violin, instead of to the call of duty, and dreamily hazing into the fathomless depths of her glorious eyes, where his image was reflected. He felt that he could not live without Bathilde, and she knew that she would die of grief if parted from him. One day messengers came to him with tidings that the infidels ravaged once more in Provence, destroying the cities and fields and carrying the people into slavery. Then the lord of Theoule, without daring to turn his head, re-mounted his charger, and in silence and tears the lovers parted. Days and weeks went by, yet no tidings came. Seated at the window from which she had first seen him in the shadows of the summer evening, she wept in silence, and so many and bitter were her tears that twin furrows showed themselves in her cheeks. She slept no more, but wandered through the vast halls and the forest like an uneasy spirit. She became, little by little, so thin and pale that her garments hung fluttering upon her. She felt neither hunger nor thirst, and her brain held no other thought than that he loved her no more or was dead, and her heart grew lifeless under this double wound.

She ordered thrown into the sea all her mirrors of silver and of steel. The reflection of her face frightened her like that of a specter. She started at the least noise and grew faint with appre-

hension whenever a band of horsemen showed itself at the turning of the highway. In person she questioned every pilgrim and traveler and beggar that came to the castle gate. Kneeling upon the hard, cold flagstones of the church, she prayed to God and the Virgin and the saints with ardent fervor for the return of him she loved. She emptied her coffers in alms and pious donations to the abbeys and the monks. She arrayed the images of the Virgin in her robes of silk and brocade, giving with such feverish haste that she was soon reduced to clothe herself in coarse cloth and went as miserably clad as a beggar.

One day, after she had given until she had nothing more left to bestow--neither ring nor golden belt nor sack of coins--a monk, escaped by a miracle from the Moors, told her that the lord of the isles, surprised in an ambuscade, as was of old the valiant Roland at Roncesvalles, alone against a hundred

and weakened by ten wounds, had fallen into the hands of his eternal enemies, and that they demanded for his ransom

a thousand gold pieces and ten boxes of precious stone.

What could she do? How could she gather so much gold and jewels? He lived, he pined for her. He felt but the one passion every hour, and she could not succor him. She could not find such a sum. After reflecting two days and nights, fasting alone like one who walks in sleep, Bathilde descended to the city. It was Palm Sunday. The bells rang, full peal. The sun shone from a cloudless sky upon the calm, blue sea. The pennons adorning the masts of ships

fluttered joyously in the gentle breeze. In the city's streets and squares and along the harbor wall the fresh, bitter odor of broken olive and laurel branches and the scent of sweet marjoram floated upon the soft, warm air of the morning. Maidens were singing. The common people were in gala dress. But as the crowds came to the great open porch of the cathedral all--soldiers and priests, commoners and nobles alike--gathered

about a single object.

Kneeling among the wretched mendicants, the crippled, the insane and the blind, into whose eyes no longer entered the blessed daylight, was a woman, pale as one who has been stricken dead with shame and horror. She held out her hands imploring alms in a voice broken with sobs, begging the ransom of Fouiques the Fair. All knew the supplicant. They elbowed each other to catch a glimpse of the haughty Countess Bathilde, who had been so hard and merciless, who had abased them as if they had been beasts, who had ruled over them as the proud towers of her castle seemed to over the land and sea. Growing bold, believing her mad, they assailed her with insults and railing. They derided her as they threw in her face pieces of copper and bits of flint and burst into laughter at her figure bent in anguish, and her fevered, staring eyes, where the wells of tears had run dry. But suddenly her features, her hair, her poor garments shone with a deified splendor, and there was a sound in the sky above her like the beat of mighty wings. The copper coins turned to broad pieces of shining gold, and the flints became flaming sapphires, rubies and amethysts. About her head blazed an aureole of dazzling splendor. Then all the people cried out in wonder, and as she rose followed, singing and glorifying her as a saint. She had become more radiantly beautiful than when, with the lovelight in her eyes, she had first greeted him whom she adored, and with a sweet [?] of adieu she passed from their sight, bearing in her tattered beggar's robe the ransom of Fouiques the Fair. It was thus that the Countess Bathilde saved from shame and death the lord of the isles.--From the French For Short Stories.

THE MOST WONDERFUL THING. A Man Who Had a New Experience In a Faroff Country. A New Yorker who recently returned to the city after a foreign tour says that he enjoyed one experience while abroad the like of which he never before heard of. "During my life in New York, for 40 years," he said, "I have met plenty of nice people and seen more acts of courtesy and deeds of kindness than would fill a book. I have known of a skinflint giving money to the needy, and of a passenger in an elevated car resigning his seat to a woman, and of a Wall street man, with Christian symptoms, and of a smoker handing his lighted cigar right end foremost to a stranger who asked a light, and of a human being who always had a match when anybody needed one, and of a woman who would dote on the beauty of another without jealousy, and of an entertainer who would cut for his guest a better piece of the porterhouse steak than he kept for himself, and even of a curmudgeon who would upon occasion give proof that there was a streak of virtue in him. All such things one can safely expect at times in the world. "But, though I have been a customer at barbers' shops in New York for 20 years, I never saw and never heard of a case in which a man, who, when it came his turn to get the chair for a shave, and when the barber cried 'Next!' would resign his place to any other man in waiting. He will stick up for his rights there against the world. I have seen many a quarrel, and two or three fights, between men waiting to get shaved, when there was a crowd, as to which one came in first. I was angry myself one day when a fellow who had been getting his boots blacked in the rear of the barber shop, and whom I had not seen, stepped up to a chair which I was about to take and said he had come in before me. No matter if another man is in a hurry, or if he must catch a train, or if his wife is anxious about him because he is too late for dinner, you won't give up your turn when in the barber's chair on his account. There is one of his rights a man will stand up for, and you can see it at the barber's.

"When I went abroad, I found the same thing in England and France. In London once I asked a barber if he could not put me ahead, and he answered sharply that he would not do it for the Bank of England. The Parisians are polite everywhere except in the barber's shop when their turn comes, and you would have to fight a duel if you asked one of them to let you get shaved before him because your soup was growing cold. "It was in my programme, after seeing the French and English, to take a trip through the highlands of Scotland. I saw plenty of historic spots as I made my way far up on the Grampian hills, where the frugal swains feed their flocks, and farther yet, where the fishermen breast the waves, but I would give them all away for an experience I had when I reached an ancient town beyond the Grampians one Saturday afternoon. At the inn I asked for a barber, as I wanted to go to church the next day and must be shaved. When I got to the barber's place, his only chair was filled, and four or five customers were waiting their turn. In a few moments the chair was emptied, and I expected that one of the men would spring into it. Not a man moved. The barber looked at me, smiled and told me he was ready for me. I said to him in a low voice that several others had been there before me. 'I dinna mind that,' he replied. 'You're a stranger up here, maybe an American, and the stranger always comes first wi' us.' I glanced at the other men as if to apologize or to secure their assent. 'Aye,' said one of them, 'the stranger must always be first here. We can wait.' I took the chair with thanks, and the price of a shave was twopence.

"The seven wonders of the world, all put together, and with the addition of Cleopatra's needle in Central park, would not have impressed me as deeply as I was impressed by this romantic incident, never before paralleled in my experience. I have traveled from Boston to Chicago, from Cripple Creek to New Orleans, without ever hearing a thing of the kind.

"I do not suppose that many Americans possess sufficient brain power to believe in the literal truth of this incident, yet, for all that, it is true as the Grampian hills of the highlands of Scotland where it occurred. I have told the story to two or three Scotchmen since I came back to New York, but they did not think there was anything curious or sensational about it."--New York Sun.

A BAD MARK FROM GOD. A Little Girl's Original Definition In Court of "What Is a Sin?" An incident worth recording occurred before Chief Judge Sedgewick of the superior court in the trial of the action brought in behalf of Ida Goldberg to recover $15,000 damages from Edward Ridley & Sons for injuries received in being knocked down and run over by one of the wagons of the firm. The girl had her arm fractured. The defense was that she was responsible for the accident by her own negligence. Lottie Goldberg, a sister of the plaintiff, who is only 11 years of age, was called to the witness chair to testify to the circumstances of the accident. She was such a little child that she was questioned as to her understanding the nature of an oath, in order to ascertain whether she should be allowed to testify. "Do you understand the nature of an oath?" "Yes, sir." "What is it?" "It is a swear." On cross examination the little girl was asked: "What do you mean when you say it is a swear?" "Well, it is that I have to tell the truth." "If you don't tell the truth, what then?" "That would be a sin." "What is a sin?" "A bad mark from God," answered the little one.

The venerable chief judge was visibly touched at this answer of the child and remarked, "This is a very intelligent child and perfectly understands the obligations of an oath." She was then allowed to give her testimony.--New York Recorder.

Pugnacious Blackie. Professor Blackie had a large share of pugnacity in his composition, and a curious instance of it is given in this same account by himself. "As a boy," he said, "I was always antagonistic to school fights; pugilism had no fascination for me. I well remember a lad, over some small squabble, saying to me, 'Will you fight me?' 'No,' I replied, 'but I will knock you down,' and immediately d id it, amid great applause."

"DESPERATION." The New Game of Cards Which Is Interesting Eastern Society.

"Desperation" is a game of cards that is best described as a continuity of sequences, regardless of suit. It is played with three full packs of 52 cards each, and the most convenient number of players is 12, but eight or ten persons will find it a very delightful way to spend an evening. In a party of ladies and gentlemen the better way is for the one six to challenge the other six and then, sitting in couples at the table, alternating the play.

The first duty is to select a banker, who should also act as umpire for the evening. The banker or dealer should then shuffle the three packs of cards together very thoroughly and count two "nests," of 30 cards each, the one to be known as "ladies' nest," the other as "gentlemen's nest," placing them at opposite ends of the table. Each player then receives a hand of six cards, dealt one at a time. These hands are placed face down directly in front of each player.

The play is from the banker to the left, and each player turns up a card, and the play continues until an ace is turned. The privileges of turning the top card of center nests is taken by the first player of each side. When an ace is turned up, it is placed in the center of the table and the fun begins. The purpose of the game is to exhaust the center nests, and the game is won by the side exhausting their nest first. The sequences in the center of the table are ace high to deuce, while the other side sequences or partner's hand are high or low. So that each partner plays on the center sequences, his or her partner's sequences and his own, in effect playing seven hands in a 12 hand game.

The fun of the game is caused by the penalty connected therewith, which is: No player is permitted by word, look, sign, motion or suggestion to indicate to the person playing any play or misplay possible on penalty of forfeiting the play of said player and having the chance of a sequence pass to the next player at the table, which would naturally be an opponent.

There is a great amount of sport in this game for a social evening, and it is very popular in the eastern cities. It can be made "progressive" if desired on the same principles as euchre.--St. Louis Post-Dispatch.

Worth's Frankness.

Kate Field says she thinks that Worth made for her the only dress that he ever made of American material. She took him a piece of American satin for the purpose, and at first he refused point blank to touch it. "The manufacturers at Lyons would never forgive me," he said. "They would accuse me of treachery." But eventually Miss Field's persuasion prevailed. Worth was exceedingly frank to his customers. "Choose that color if you like," he said one day to a rich American woman, "but you'll look like a fright, and your husband will refuse to pay the bill."

So Womanly. That the ways of woman are passing strange was again proved by an incident on a Main street car last evening. A gentleman arose to offer his seat to a lady who had just entered with her little boy. Seeing the seat vacant, she sent the boy to occupy it, while she clung to a strap. She was evidently very tired and would have enjoyed a seat, but preferred to care for her son first. Presently a lady left the car, and the one standing took her seat. Next to

her was a serving maid with a pretty baby on her lap. The lady asked permission to hold it, and the request be-

ing granted she cooed and talked and played with the child for a half hour, utterly oblivious of her own boy's jealous cries and frantic efforts to attract attention.--Cincinnati Tribune.