VOL. XV. OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, JUNE 6, 1895. NO. 10.

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.)

Physicians, Druggists, Etc. DR. J. E. PRAYOR, PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON,

Ocean City, N. J. Special attention given to diseases of the Nose and Throat, and of Children.

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.

OF A LIKENESS KEPT IN A BOOK. Let thy likeness be In the book most opened. Thus with all the dear thoughts Making itself common. Dearest face to me Of all the dear dead faces, The spiritual graves Of men and minds that were, Of faces bright and sparkling That still [?] somewhere shine, Even as here thou shinest In this face of thine. --Edwin R. Champlin in New York Sun.

LAW OFFICES

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

Restaurants.

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Ladies' Room up-stairs with home-like comforts.

PURE SPRING WATER. OPEN ALL NIGHT.

JONATHAN HAND, JR., Attorney-at-Law, SOLICITOR AND MASTER IN CHANCERY, Notary Public,

CAPE MAY COURT HOUSE, N. J. Office opposite Public Buildings.

T. C. HUTCHINSON, M. D. Homeopathist. Tenth St. and Asbury Ave., OCEAN CITY, N. J. Resident Physician.

Late of Phila.

BAKERY, 601 South Twenty-second Street. Ice Cream, Ices, Frozen Fruits and Jellies.

Weddings and Evening Entertain-

ments a Specialty. Everything to fur-

nish the table and set free of charge.

NOTHING SOLD OR DELIVERED

ON SUNDAY.

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.

DR. WALTER L. YERKES,

DENTIST,

Tuckahoe, N. J. Will be in Ocean City at 656 Asbury avenue every Tuesday.

JOSEPH F. HAND, ARCHITECT, CONTRACTOR AND BUILDER, Ocean City, N. J. Plans, Specifications and Working Drawings furnished. Estimates given on Application. Satisfaction guaranteed.

DRS. EDWARDS & CURRY,

DENTISTS,

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

Philadelphia, Pa.

JUSTICE CAUGHT NAPPING. How Justice Irving Was Induced to Sign His Own Death Warrant.

A prominent lawyer of New Jersey, who has an office on lower Broadway, tells a story about New York city judges of 40 years ago that always fetches a smile. Judge John T. Irving, the upright and conscientious brother of Washington Irving, is the hero of the alleged incident. It occurred in the days when judges received a fee of $1 for every paper they signed. One day two prominent New York lawyers, so the story runs, were in Judge Irving's court when he was busily engaged in signing papers. There was a long line of lawyers filing slowly in front of his desk, and as each passed up his papers he at the same time laid down a corresponding number of dollars. The judge would glance at the papers, make a scrawl on each and

take up the next package, the pile of greenbacks growing steadily as the line

of lawyers thinned out. One of the two lawyers looking on said to his companion:

"I have the highest respect for the judge's integrity, but I'm satisfied he doesn't know half the time what he is signing. Why, watch him. It is impossible for him to get half of an idea of what is on the paper. If he examined

each one closely, he'd never get done, but he should be more careful neverthe-

less." The other lawyer declared the judge caught at a glance the important sentence or phrase of each.

"Well, I don't believe it," exclaimed the other. "I feel sure, in spite of better intentions, that that $1 fee acts as an incentive and causes his honor to

slight his work, and I'm going to prove what I say." With that he strode out of the room and presently returned with a

legal form signed by the sheriff, and which set forth that on such and such a

day and at a certain hour and in a certain place Judge Irving was to be

hanged by the neck until he should be

dead. The lawyer then took his place in the line filing before the judge's desk.

When it came his turn, he held up the paper, folded between his fingers in a nonchalant manner, and laid down his $1 with the other hand.

His honor unfolded the paper and hurriedly plunged his pen in the ink. There was a splutter and a scrawl, and Judge Irving had signed his own death warrant. That night the lawyer went to a social gathering, which Judge Irving was to attend, with the death warrant in his pocket. When he found himself in a corner with the judge, he said: "Judge, I was watching you signing papers to-day, and I couldn't for the life of me understand how you can reed them all. Do you really read them?" "Why, certainly. It's a matter of habit, you know. I have acquired it by years of practice. I can at a glance detect the really important sentence or word." "Well," said the lawyer, producing the death warrant and folding it in such a manner that the name of Judge Irving only was visible, "is that your signature?" The judge put on his glasses, stared at the paper in an instant, and then declared it was his signature. The lawyer then unfolded the paper and handed it to the judge. The latter read it and turned crimson.

After that the signing of papers in Judge Irving's court was as long and tedious a process as it had been rapid and careless before.--New York Press.

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.

Nicholas Corson,

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

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.

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.

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.

PETER MURDOCH, DEALER IN

COAL and WOOD,

Ocean City, N. J.

Orders left at 656 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.

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.

JUSTICE IN MONACO.

I wish I had leisure to speak at length of this astonishing state, smaller than a French village, but where one finds an absolute sovereign, bishops, an army of Jesuits and divinity students more numerous than that of the prince, an artillery the ordinance of which is almost rifled, an etiquette more elaborate than that of the late Louis XIV, principles of government more despotic than those of William of Prussia, and, in addition to all this, a magnificent toleration for the vices of humanity. On the other hand, let us salute this virtuous peacefully disposed king, who, fearing neither invasions nor revolutions, rules tranquilly over his happy little people in the midst of a court ceremonial, in which is preserved intact the tradition of four reverences, 26 hand kissings and all the forms observed in a bygone era in the presence of great rulers. This monarch, above everything, is neither bloodthirsty nor revengeful, and when he banishes--for he does banish--the sentence is carried out with infinite tact. Is it necessary to produce proofs of this?

A pigheaded gambler, after a day of bad luck, insulted the sovereign. He was expelled from the country by royal decree. For a month he roamed around the forbidden paradise, fearing the flaming sword of the archangel in the shape of a gendarme's saber. Finally he one day plucked up courage, crossed the frontier, gained in 30 seconds the heart of the country and entered the Casino. But suddenly an official stopped him.

"Were you not banished, monsieur?" "Certainly I was, but I am going back by the next train." "Oh, in that case, it is all right. You can enter, monsieur." And every week he returned, and on each occasion the same official put to him the same question, which he answered in the same fashion.

But a few years ago a serious and entirely novel case arose in the principality. A murder had been committed. A man, a native of Monaco, not one of the transient strangers of whom one meets legions, but a married man, in a moment of passion had killed his wife. He had killed her without reason, without any extenuating circumstances. This opinion was unanimous throughout the whole principality. The supreme court met to judge this exceptional case, for never before had murder been committed, and the wretch was condemned to death. The outraged sovereign signed the death warrant. It only remained to execute the criminal. But here a difficulty presented itself. The country possessed neither ex-

executioner nor guillotine.

What was to be done? On the advice of the foreign minister, the prince entered into negotiations with the French government to obtain the loan of a remover of heads and his apparatus. Long deliberations in the ministerial office at Paris. Finally they replied and forwarded a minute of expenses for moving the guillotine and for the services of the expert. The total was 16,000 francs.

His majesty of Monaco thought that the affair was going to cost him pretty

dear; the murderer assuredly was not worth so much money. Sixteen thousand francs for the neck of a rascal! The devil!

He then preferred the same request to the Italian government. A king, a brother in royalty, would doubtless not prove such a hard bargainer as a republic.

The Italian government sent a minute

of expenses which amounted to 12,000

francs.

Twelve thousand francs! Why, it would be necessary to impose a new tax, a tax of 2 francs a head on the inhabitants. That would be enough to stir up unknown troubles in the state. He contemplated decapitating the ruffian by an ordinary soldier. But the general, on being consulted, was doubtful whether any of his men had had sufficient sword practice to acquit themselves satisfactorily of a task demanding great experience in handling the weapon.

So the prince again convened the supreme court and submitted to them this embarrassing position of affairs. The court sat a long time without discovering any practical solution. At last the president suggested commuting the death sentence into one of imprisonment for life, and the suggestion was adopted. But they had no prison. It was necessary to improvise one. A jailer was also commissioned who took charge of the prisoner. For six months everything went well. The convict slept all day on a mattress in his hut, and his guard did the same in a chair just inside the door facing the [?]. But the prince is economical--it is his least fault--and requires the details of the smallest expenditures incurred throughout his dominions. Among these were placed before him the items of the disbursements relating to the creation of a new office, the maintenance of the prison, prisoner and jailer. The outlay in the last was a heavy drain on the royal purse. His face lengthened visibly, and when he considered it might last forever, for the condemned man was still young, he insisted on his minister of justice taking measures to suppress this expense. The minister held a consultation with the president of the tribunal, and the two agreed that the office of jailer might be abolished. The prisoner, required to guard himself all alone, would not fail to escape, and this would solve the question to the satisfaction of all. The jailer was thereupon sent back to his family, and one of the under cooks of the palace was simply required to carry, morning and evening, food to the prisoner. But that gentleman made no attempt to recover his liberty. One day indeed when they had failed to provide him with nourishment he coolly presented himself to claim it, and henceforth it was his custom, in order to save the cook a journey, to come at meal hours and eat with the servants of the palace, with whom he had become friendly. After breakfast he would take a stroll as far as Monte Carlo. Occasionally he would enter the Casino and risk a few francs at play. When he won, he would treat himself to a good dinner at one of the leading hotels, then he would return to his prison and carefully lock the door from the inside. He never slept out a single night. The situation was becoming difficult, not for the condemned man, but for his judges.

Once more the court assembled, and it was decided that they should invite the criminal to depart from the states of Monaco. On this decision being communicated to him he merely replied: "I perceive you are joking. Come, now. Why should I go away, I, indeed? I have no means of living. I have no longer any family. What do you wish me to do? I was condemned to death. You didn't execute me. I said nothing. Then I was condemned to imprisonment for life and handed over to a jailer. You deprived me of my jailer. Still I said nothing.

"Now, you ask me to get out of the country. No, thank you. I am a prisoner, your prisoner, judged and condemned by you. I am carrying out my punishment faithfully. Here I stop."

The supreme court was dumbfounded. The prince flew into a terrible rage and ordered them to act.

They applied themselves diligently to deliberating.

The outcome was it was decided they should offer the prisoner a pension of 600 francs a year to live in another country.

He accepted.

He has bought a little inclosed plot of land within five minutes' walk of the realm of his former sovereign; he lives happily on his estate, cultivating a few vegetables and holding potentates in contempt.--From the French of Guy de

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The Paeans of Rowdyism. I have just been wading through several printed collections of music hall songs and find it impossible to convey, without pages of quotation, any adequate idea of the rank imbecility that characterizes them, almost without exception. It would perhaps be unfair to dwell on their metrical deficiencies. There seems to be no reason why verses for music should not be written in meter. But the rhymers may retort that there is no reason why they should. What is most striking is the utter poverty and monotony of their topics, the sordidness of their view of life, the baseness of their ideals, the insincerity of their enthusiasm, the total absence of healthy passion or indignation and even of genuine, unforced gayety or sentiment. The humor is that of the

mock valentine, their pathos that of the pavement artist.

They pass from praises of debauchery and paeans of rowdyism to grimy caricatures of the sordidness of lower middle class life, inapt jocosities on love and marriage, birth and death and patently insincere criticisms on public events. Their philosophy is a mean and shallow knowingness, their patriotism is cheap and empty banter. The worship of the ugly, which leads the most popular "comedians" to assume a red nose when they have it not and trick themselves out, with neither rhyme nor reason, in garments many sizes too large for them, inspires the iterature of the music hall no less than its physical presenta-tions.--Contemporary Review.

Diamond Cutting. Not only is diamond cutting not a specially high paid occupation, but it is one involving a most humiliating system of espionage to the worker. Each man is held strictly to account for the stones he receives on going to work in the morning, and the count has to be carefully taken when the unfinished work is turned in at night to be locked up in a safe against the return of the workmen the next day. The possibilities of theft are great, though a dishonest workman knows that an attempt to dispose of an unfinished stone would bring suspicion upon him wherever the attempt was made.--New York Mercury.

PEOPLE WHO MARK MONEY. Some of the Queer Things That Result From This Mania.

A mania for advertising and putting strange communications on the back of the paper money of the government has broken out. As a general thing torn bills are used, as that gives the man with the mania an excuse for his work, for he uses the slip with which the pieces are put together for this purpose. On a bill that came into the hands of one man on Dearborn street was a slip on which was printed, "Shake the bottle." When he turned it into the bank, the receiving man, whose quick eye caught it, asked, "Did you bring the bottle with you?" On a $5 bill handed over a bar on Monroe street was a slip on which was this: "Touch not, taste not, handle not." A Dearborn street bank took in a $500 bill not long ago on the bank of which was pasted a slip that had printed on it the Ten Commandments. A cashier in a mercantile house on Randolph street has a bill of $2 denomination on which is a slip, and on the slip is written in a woman's chirography an offer of marriage. The writer puts it thus: "I give up my last money on this. I sent it out into the world, hoping it may return to me with a good man who will love me and take care of me." But no address accompanies the offer. A bill is in a frame in an express office. There is a hole in the bill, and a note explains that the hole was made by a bullet fired by a train robber. The bill was in the side pocket of an express messenger. A bill handed in at a cigar store on Madison street had this on the back: "Don't come back to me until you can bring your silver brother with you." A periodical dealer on Washington street received a remittance by mail. The inclosed bill had been pasted up by a newspaper clipping which contained a cut of the newsman. The sender does not know the dealer, and it is not at all likely that the former ever suspected that the cut was that of the man who was to get the money. A physician in the Venetian building has a private mark on a $5 bill which he sent afloat several years ago. It comes back to him about twice a year. A wholesome merchant over on Adams street was in China and Japan a few years ago. He gave a Japanese functionary a $5 bill as a souvenir, placing on the same a private mark. About three weeks ago it came into his possession again. He is confident that he is not mistaken in the mark, and does not feel complimented over the idea that his Japanese acquaintance did not think enough of him to keep the bill.

A business man of this city relates this: He went from Chicago to Pittsburg on a sleeper. He paid the conductor for his berth, giving him a marked $5 bill. He went from Pittsburg to Cleveland the second day, and on the third day he bought a sleeping car ticket for his return trip. The conductor handed him the same bill he had given to the other conductor.

This story was told to a funny man, who told this: "I went down to Wash-

ington a few years ago, and just before quitting the train I handed the porter of the car in which I had traveled a $2 bill and I have never seen it since."

There is a bill floating about the country somewhere on the back of which is

a prescription written by a reputable physician several years ago. It is a "sure cure" for the grip, and was put there by the doctor out of a fancy that

it might save somebody's life.

Another one is in circulation, presumably, on which is written: "If this should fall into the hands of Reuben Middleman, he will please communicate his address to his brother James, General Delivery, Boston, Mass., on or before January, 1896. After that in Eng-

land. He knows where."

Then the funny man got a hold of one on which he pasted a slip and then wrote, "You are all the world to me be-

cause I am stuck on you."

A dollar note in the possession of a La Salle street lawyer has this written

across the face of it, "This bill has saved my life three times, but I give it up."

His life or the bill? Who knows what story that dollar bill could tell? There is a $5 bill somewhere, if it isn't destroyed, on the back of which is indorsed the statement that the man who had it passed it a number of times at the World's fair--first in purchasing a ticket, then at various times at the cafes, and finally, as he supposed, in Old Vienna. And then he paid his hotel in part with the bill, indorsing that on it the last time he saw it, as he supposes. A banker on Washington street told the writer that he has a collection of bills on which are written or painted or drawn many strange things and pictures. His collection represents a face value of more than $200.--Chicago Tribune.

Poor Cow. "My wife," said the middle aged man, "attends to all household affairs. She buys all the food supplies and I simply eat what is provided and am grateful. I put up the money and she pays, and I rarely see the bills. But I did happen to see a milk bill the other day

and I was amazed to see that there was no cow on it.

"When I was a boy, every milk bill

had a cow on it. Milk bills in those days

were made out on printed blanks about

the size of a bank check or a draft, and there was always a cow, usually a cow of pensive demeanor, in one corner. In rummaging over old papers I have come

across hundreds of milk bills, and every

one of them had a cow on it. I should

scarcely have imagined that a milk bill

would be valid without one.

"But this bill is just a straight abend ordinary bill, with no cow, for so many quarts of milk, like a bill of any other merchandise, and though there is no cow on the bill they tell me we never had better milk. So I suppose the doing away with the cow is simply a doing

away with so much surplusage, and that the modern bill only marks the bringing of the milk supply into line with mod-

ern business methods. But I miss the cow. Alas, poor cow!"--New York Sun.

A Turtle's Annual Visit. A land turtle that without fail for 26 years ha regularly appeared at the home of Michael Mackey, at Parker Ford, Chester county, came to time a few days ago and was being proudly exhibited around Portstown by Mr. Mackey yesterday. That gentleman asserts that there can be no mistaking his turtle, as the initials of his name are emblazoned on its shell. He says that its training has been so well developed at his home that at the sound of the dinner bell it comes into the dining room to receive its allotment of food. It stays around the Mackey premises until September and then goes off to its winter quarters.--Philadelphia Times.

A Close Resemblance. "There are some points about your writings that much resemble Shakespeare," said the editor. "Do you think so?" cried the delighted author, who had brought his contribution in with his own hand. "Yes," the editor continued, "you employ almost the same punctuation marks."--Rockland Tribune.

Drew the Right Inference.

The Girl--Lottie told me the other day that she had no idea of such a thing

as getting engaged.

The Other Girls (after a pause)--I wonder what his name is?--Chicago

Record.