VOL. XV. OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, JUNE 13, 1895. NO. 11.

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.

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.

LOVELY WOMAN. Of the new fashioned woman there's much being said, Of her wanting to vote and a' that, And of her desire to wear men's attire, His coat and his vest and a' that, And a' that and a' that. She may wear trousers and a' that; She may even ride a horse astride, But a woman's a woman for a' that. See yonder damsel passing by? She's up to date and a' that. She wears a man's hat, likewise his cravat, His shirt and collar and a' that, And a' that and a' that. His suspenders and cuffs and a' that, But do what she can to imitate man A woman's a woman for a' that. The modern maid, her form arrayed In sweater and bloomer and a' that, Rides a bike exactly like What brother rides and a' that. She may wear trousers for skirts and a' that, Wear men's collars and shirts and a' that, May wear vests if she will, but the fact remains still, A woman's a woman for a' that.--William West in Cleveland Plain Dealer.

T. C. HUTCHINSON, M. D.,

Homeopathist, Tenth St. and Asbury Ave., OCEAN CITY, N. J. Resident Physician. Late of Phila.

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 SCUHYLER 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.

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.

HARRY S. DOUGLASS, Counsellor-at-Law,

CAPE MAY COURT HOUSE, N. J.

DR. WALTER L. YERKES,

DENTIST,

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

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.

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.

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.

THE COPPER'S LITTLE JOKE. It Afforded Him Less Fun at His Wife's Expense Than He Had Counted On.

A great deal of amusement was caused on an east bound electric car the other afternoon by a waggish policeman, who selected his wife for his victim. The policeman had done duty at the ball park, and his wife had been to see the game. While the crowd was leaving the woman stood about the front of the park and waited for her husband to ride up town with him. He finally arrived, and the pair boarded a crowded car. Both were young and only recently married, and they enjoyed themselves hugely on the way. The woman wore a handsome little gold watch, evidently a present from her husband. While half the people in the car were looking, and while his wife was speaking to a woman acquaintance outside the car, the policeman deftly took the watch from his wife's pocket and transferred it to his pistol pocket.

When the car reached Eighteenth street, the policeman remarked that it was a few minutes past 6 o'clock, and everybody in the car looked at the policeman's wife.

Of course she did what every one in the car expected she would. She felt for her watch. It seemed as if a sudden violent pain had attacked the woman's heart. Her face became very pale, and her eyes dilated. Her husband seemed greatly alarmed and asked her what the matter was. She looked over the crowd in the car like a frightened fawn. It was a full minute before she could speak. Then she whispered in her husband's ear loud enough for the intensely interested spectators to hear, "I have been touched; some one has stolen my watch!" Her eyes began to grow dim, and before the policeman could answer a big tear rolled down her cheek and fell into her lap. "Here is the watch. I was only joking with you." And the policeman felt back for his pocket. Then a look of dismay overspread his face. The watch had disappeared. He felt in first one pocket and then another and finally turned all his pockets wrong side out. He worked rapidly toward the last and perspired a good deal. His wife looked on in open mouthed astonishment. So did the other people in the car. All had smiled and looked out the windows of the car when the woman first discovered that her watch was gone, but when her husband failed to produce it, after having told her that he had taken it, the people sat upright and watched the hunt for the missing timepiece with great interset. Finally a quiet appearing young man, who sat in the rear of the car, arose and handed the watch to the policeman's wife. "I just wanted to teach your husband a lesson," he said. And the crowd of passengers gave vent to a prolonged hearty laugh, and the policeman and his wife finally joined in the merriment, though they were a little slow to appreciate the joke.--Louisville Courier-Journal.

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.

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.

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.

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.

RULES OF THE ROAD AT SEA. The Color and Position of Lights at Night Tell of a Vessel's Course.

Ensign John M. Ellicott, in St. Nicholas, has a paper entitled "What the Lights Tell." This is a description of the system of signaling at night. Ensign Ellicott writes as follows of the "Rules of the Road:"

Presently there flashes out of the gloom ahead a small bright speck; then it is gone, then it shows again, and one of the lookouts who has craned his neck forward in the intensity of his gaze calls out: "Light, ho!" In an instant the officer of the deck is by his side, glasses in hand, inquiring: "Where away?" Then he, too, sees it, and by it is informed of another vessel's presence near him on the dark ocean. Then comes an anxious time when with strong glasses he strives to tell the color of that faint light, for he is as yet informed only of the other vessel's whereabouts at the moment and knows not which way she is going nor what manner of vessel she may be. This last is what the light next reveals, for if it be white it is the masthead light of a steamer, but if it be red or green the absence of a white light reveals a sailing vessel. It is for the red and green lights, commonly known as the side lights, that the officer of the deck most intently watches, for by them he can tell which way the vessel is going.

If her red light shows, he knows that her port side is toward him and she is crossing to his left. If it is her green

light, her starboard side is toward him,

and she is crossing to his right, but if both the red and green are showing she is heading straight in his direction. Thus he learns by these running lights where the other vessel is, what she is, and in what direction she is going, and he knows in plenty of time whether she is on his track or whether she is crossing it in one direction or the other. All that is not enough, however, to avoid collision, for both he and the officer on the other vessel must know exactly what to do and what the other is going to do.

He must know, so to speak, on just what track to switch and on just what track the other vessel will switch to avoid him. This is settled by fixed rules,

which are the same the world over, and are known to all men who follow the

sea. They are called the "rules of the road."

The rules of the road say that when

two vessels are coming bows on--that is to say, on the same track--each vessel shall turn off to the right far enough to avoid the other; that when two vessels are crossing--that is, when their tracks would cross each other, the one which has the other on her starboard (right) hand

must turn to starboard (the right), and go behind the other vessel, while the latter keeps on her track, of course, and

that a steam vessel must always get out

of the way of a sailing vessel, a vessel at anchor or disabled, or a vessel with another in tow.

Thus the lights tell, in the darkest night, which way the ships are going

and what kind of ships they are, while the rules of the road tell, both for night and day, in which direction the ships

must turn to keep out of each other's

way. If a vessel has another vessel in tow, she carries two masthead lights in-

stead of one, and when a vessel is at anchor she has no side lights or masthead light, but a single white light made fast to a stay where it can be seen from all around her.

HER SECRET.

Hushed in an awful quiet was the big house, for its mistress lay sick unto death. No longer was it the abode of laughter, for tears had taken its place, and real sorrow had usurped seeming joy. Carriages still drove up, but it was over the straw covered road they came, and their occupants only tarried for inquiry. The mistress of the house lay sick unto death, she who was so beautiful and so glad. Strange that she should be summoned when there were others, sorrow marked and stricken in years, who waited for the call and prayed it might come quickly, yet waited and prayed in vain. There were others, too, not old nor gray before their time, who might have slipped away into the unknown almost unnoticed, while this woman had so many ties to bind her to earth--her husband, her child, her relations, her legion of friends. It was hard she should be called away so early from the rich banquet that lay spread before her.

Yet the angel of death was expected. His emissaries had arrived and told of his approach, which may not be staid--nay, nor even long delayed. The doctor, who knew too well the signs of these fateful envoys, shook his head gravely in reply to the anxious queries of these who loved her best--her sisters, her mother, her husband--but he gave no gleam of hope, for she lay in

a deadly lethargy from which it had been impossible to rouse her. In vain her mother spoke to her as she had done in days long gone by, when she was yet a child. In vain her husband stood by

her side and took her hand and called her by every endearment she knew so

well. In vain her child clutched her

breast and cried for her mother to look

at her and talk to her again.

Surely if it were possible to bring her

back from the edge of the grave these

dear ones could do it. But there she lay, stonily impassive, with her great eyes staring into space, cold and unheeding as the sphinx. She gave no sign of life, and the hours fraught with hope sped

slowly on, and each one registered a step nearer the grave.

One by one they withdrew from the chamber of death, the husband being the last two obey the doctor's orders, and now none was left in the room but the

physician and the nurse--her old servant, the one upon whose knee she had climbed 20 years and more ago. How slowly the hours passed for the watchers, and yet surely they passed too quickly--just so many hundred more vibrations of the pendulum, just a few strikings of the hour, and all would be over for her so richly endowed with all that should make life worth living. The doctor never left her side. He sat there with his keen, observant eye fixed upon her, ready to note any change, but there she lay impassive, and the watcher could scarcely see that she breathed. Her beauty seemed even more perfect now than he had thought it. Absolutely faultless was the chiseling of those clear cut features. Her dark hair waved loosely around her Grecian brow and trailed across her shoulders, a fit setting for the marvelous whiteness of her face. The great violet eyes--her chief glory--were wide open, staring with terrible fixity into nothingness, or was it into the something beyond? Her lips had lost their vivid color, but this was scarcely a fault; her hands were outside the coverlet, white marble faintly marked with blue, her wedding ring the one discordant note. For long there had been no sound in the room save the crackling of the fire and the faint ticking of the clock. Suddenly the doctor bent eagerly forward. Her lips moved. With eagerness he listened. "Linley," she scarcely more than whispered. Then all was silence again. The nurse rose hurriedly from her chair by the fire. She had only heard a sound. The doctor raised his hand, and she resumed her seat. Long, long he waited, hoping for another sound of returning consciousness, but none came. At last he came over to the nurse. "Did you hear her?" "What did she say, sir?" "One word only--'Linley.'" The nurse suppressed an involuntary exclamation. "What did it mean, nurse?" But the woman only shook her head. "Strange," muttered the doctor, as with knitted eyebrows he reflected and strove to catch some clew. Then he returned to the bedside. There she lay as impassive as before. "Linley! Linley!" he kept repeating. "What did she mean?" The nurse made no reply, but sat looking into the fire. "Nurse, tell me," he said at length, "have you an idea what the mistress meant by that word?" But the nurse did not or would not hear. "Look here, nurse," continued he, "I must have an answer. You are keeping something back. Your mistress' life may hang upon you. Tell me, do you know to whom or what she alluded?" "I do." "Then in heaven's name, tell me. She must be roused from her lethargy if she is to live. What did she mean?" "Doctor, I cannot tell you." "But you must. I insist upon it. Is that life of no consequence to you? Can you see her die and keep back what might save her life?" "Yes." "Then you are committing murder." The nurse's eyes were fixed on the fire. She seemed to be seeking guidance from the flames. At last her courage failed her, and in distress she cried: "Oh, heavens! What shall I do? I dare not." The doctor moved up to her. "Nurse," said he, "one thing you must do. You must tell me what you know. If you do not, your life will be made hideous and unbearable by the memory of tonight. Cannot you trust me? You know she looks upon me as a friend. The secret, if secret there be, is as safe with me as with you. You must tell me. What did she mean by Linley? Is it a man's name?" "Yes." The doctor glanced involuntarily at the bed. No, she could not hear; he need not have lowered his voice. "Her lover?" "Yes." The clock struck, and the woman on the bed was one step nearer the unknown. "Is this an old affair? I mean is it in the past?" "No." The doctor sighed. He had brought the woman into the world, and he loved her as his own child. "What are we to do, sir?" "What indeed, nurse?" He rose and paced the room in his perplexity.

Linley! Who was he? Pshaw! what did it matter? The woman would most surely die unless she could be roused from her lethargy--this Linley might do it, for he was in her mind. He must be sent for if her life was to be saved. Her life! What would it be worth after that? Better death than dishonor. Let her go down to the grave leaving a spotless name, let her mother sorrow for her, let her child treasure the memory of a good mother, let her husband mourn the loss of his faithful wife. Aye, let

her die. Yet dare he take this responsi-

bility upon himself? He could save her. Of this he was confident. What had he to do with others? Saving life was his

business. She must be saved. This Lin-

ley, whoever he was, must be sent for, and at once.

"Nurse, we must send for him." But the nurse only shook her head. "Or she will die." "Better so, sir." And the doctor wavered. "Better so; aye, better so indeed. The price is too great to pay, even for life, a life of agony and dishonor. To be held in scorn by those who admired her before. To be scoffed at by those whose attentions she had not deigned to accept. To lose her mother, husband and child at one blow, and gain--what? No, a thousand times, no. Let her die." The doctor wiped great drops of agony from his brow as he signed her death warrant. "You are right, nurse. It is best she should die." He threw himself into a chair, and the nurse took his place at the bedside. "Doctor," she called out at length. He stood beside her and noted the change. "Call them, nurse. She will not live the hour out." Again they stood by the side of the woman, speechless with grief. How beautiful she looked! How utterly lovely! Oh, the pity of it she must die, so young and so loved! Oh, the irony that love which should have chained her to life had been her doom. The clock struck once again. The visitor was come, and the woman breathed her last in her husband's arms.

"Linley! Linley!" muttered the doctor on his way home. "I wonder who he is. I should like to let him know his villainy is known, to thrash the life out of the scoundrel, to break every bone in his body. Linley, Linley. Nurse will have to tell me who he is." But the nurse kept her secret and did not tell him. For it was the doctor's own son.--Good Company.

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.

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.

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.

The Enormous Sun, Arcturus. If the earth were situated midway between the sun and Arcturus, it would

receive 5,198 times as much light from that star as it would from the sun. It is quite probably, moreover, that the heart of Arcturus exceeds the solar heat in the same ratio, for the spectroscope shows that, although Arcturus is surrounded with a cloak of metallic vapors

proportionately far more extensive than the sun's, yet, smothered as the great

star seems in some respects to be, it rivals Sirius itself in the intensity of its radiant energy.

If we supposed the radiation of Arcturus to be the same per unit of surface as the sun's, it follows that Arcturus exceeds the sun about 375,000 times in

volume, and that its diameter is no less than 62,350,000 miles. Imagine the

earth and the other planets constituting the solar system removed to Arcturus

and set revolving around it in orbits of the same forms and sizes as those in which they circle about the sun. Poor Mercury! For that little planet it would indeed be a jump from the frying pan into the fire, because, as it rushed to perihelion, Mercury would plunge more than 2,500,000 miles beneath the surface of the giant star. Venus and the earth would perhaps melt like snowflakes at the mouth of a furnace. Even far away Neptune, the remotest member of the system, would be bathed in torrid heat.--Popular Science Monthly.

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A Novelist's Story. Mr. Frankfort Moore was for many years one of the leading journalists of Belfast before he took the English literary world by storm with his succession of brilliant books--so brilliantly paradoxical both in subject and phrase--"I Forbid the Banns," "A Gray Eye or So," and "One Fair Daughter." His "Journalist's Note Book" is full of good stories of his experiences, but the other night he told me one which has never yet seen daylight on paper.

A slim, fair haired young man, almost a boy, called on him and sent in his card as Mr. Archibald Clavering Gunter. Mr. and Mrs. Moore happened to be familiar with the huge, burly, Max O'Rellish appearance of the author of "Mr. Barnes of New York," but they welcomed the visitor none the less, though Mrs. Moore was at pains not to leave them alone, for she intuitively grasped what the pseudo Gunter wanted.

So things went on till it was time for Mr. Moore to go to his office. The stranger followed him there. Of course he

wanted money, and when Mr. Moore suggested that the American consul would be glad to assist so distinguished a fellow countryman, he explained that he and that functionary had taken opposite sides in the civil war, so he was afraid that he would have to ask Mr. Moore to lend it to him. "I'd be delighted to do so, my dear fellow," said Mr. Moore, with his ready Irish wit, as the office boy appeared in answer to his ring to show the visitor out, "but the fact is, you haven't told me who you are." He pointed to a print of the real Archibald, but the stranger had fled.--London Queen.

A Hint to Bicycle Riders.

There is a little arrangement of my

own invention, which many ladies, bicycle riders, have found satisfactory,

used to adjust an ordinary skirt to a comfortable riding length. About eight inches from the belt sew on the frame on

the under side of the skirt little brass

rings, about the size of an old fashioned 5 cent silver piece. Then put the rings

between the scams, so they are about six or eight inches apart; then sew on an-

other row diagonally opposite these rings, about six inches lower down on the skirt. Through these rings run a stout, black, smooth cord, the ends coming out into the pocket on the right side.

By pulling this string and tying it in a single bowknot, and concealing it in the pocket, the skirt is lifted, for riding. When dismounted, by untying the

string and giving the skirt a little shake, it assumes the conventional length. This device is perfectly simple. The rings should be sewn on strong and the string smooth.--Mary Sergeant Hopkins in Wheelman.

A Typical Commencement Gown.

The material used for this particular gown was white muslin, embroidered

at far intervals with tiny pinhead dot, and on the smooth background a cluster of forgetmenots. The skirt was made

with the usual flare and finished with three narrow ruffles that had for their heading a half inch wide band formed entirely of tiny blue forgetmenots. The bodice was a simple draped one, its high collar being covered by a stock of pale blue ribbon with a bunch of forgetmenots on each side of the front in rosette fashion. The full puffed sleeves shaped in at the wrist and had as their edge finish a band of forgetmenots like that on the skirt. The waist ribbon was a 5 inch wide forgetmenot blue satin, finished with rosettes of the forgetmenots.--Ladies' Home Journal.