VOL. XV. OCEAN CITY, N. J. THURSDAY, JULY 11, 1895. NO. 15. 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.

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.)

DR. J. E. PRYOR,

PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON,

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

LAW OFFICES SCHUYLER C. WOODRULL

310 Market St., Camden, N. J.

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

JONATHAN HAND, JR., Attorney-at-Law, SOLICITOR AND MASTER IN CHANCERY, Notary Public, CAPE MAY COURT HOUSE, N. J. Office opposite Public Buildings. Will be in Ocean City every Wednesday on Eighth street near station.

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.

C. E. EDWARDS. J. C. CURRY.

DRS. EDWARDS & CURRY, DENTISTS, Room 12, Haseltine Building, Take Elevator. 1416 Chestnut St., Philadelphia, Pa.

EUGENE C. COLE, Attorney-at-Law, MASTER IN CHANCERY, NOTARY PUBLIC,

SEAVILLE, CAPE MAY CO., N. J. Will be in Ocean City on Friday of each week at the Mayor's office.

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.

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. 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.

Nicholas Corson, CARPENTER AND BUILDER,

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

WALLACE S. RISLEY, REAL ESTATE AND INSURANCE AGENT, 413 MARKET ST., CAMDEN.

Properties for sale and to rent. Money to loan on Mortgage.

A SUBJECT RACE. They knew not whence the tyrant came; They did not even know his name. Yet he compelled them one and all To bow in bondage to his thrall. And from their lips allegiance wrung, Although a stranger to their tongue. Whilst he was wrapped in royal state Their hours of toil were long and late. No moment could they call their own Within the precincts of the throne. And when they dreamed their work was o'er He only made them slave the more. Although the conquering king was he Of people who had once been free, No word of praise or promise fell From him his subjects served so well, And none of those who crowned him lord Received a shadow of reward.

Obedience to his behest Destroyed their peace, disturbed their rest.

Yet when his drowsy eyes grew dim No mortal dared to waken him.

They stole about with stealthy tread--"The baby is asleep," they said. --Ellen T. Fowler in Longman's Magazine.

SOME OLD TRADE TRICKS. How They Were Punished Five or Six Hundred Years Ago. Cheating in trade is no new thing. It was practiced in the fourteenth century as well as in the nineteenth. Our town records contain many cases of summary jurisdiction in matters affecting the price, weight and quality of food, clothing and other things. I cull a few from the archives of the city of London. In 1348 proceedings were taken against a butcher for selling putrid meat. Three reasons were alleged against this conduct at his trial before the mayor and aldermen. It was deceitful and dishonest; dangerous to the public health; it brought scandal and disgrace upon the mayor, corporation and all the inhabitants of the city that a Londoner should behave so. After the investigation he was found guilty, and condemned to be taken, with his bad meat carried in front of him, to the pillory in Cornhill, and while he stood therein the carrion he had tried to sell was burned under his nose.

It is well known that the pillory was an instrument in which the culprit was fixed, incapable of movement, exposed to the contempt of the people.

The offense of the culprit was always publicly proclaimed, and, according to the views of the spectators, the punishment might be severe or otherwise. If they disliked the offense of the offender, their contempt would take the proverbial and forcible form of rotten eggs and dead cats, and the trader would make a closer acquaintance with his own wares, both raw and cooked, than he might find pleasant.

A publican, convicted of selling unsound and unwholesome red wine, was sentenced to drink a draft of the same stuff which he sold to the common people, the remainder being poured on his head, and compelled to forswear the calling of a vintner in the city of London forever, unless he could obtain the favor of the king. A note on the record states that he was readmitted five years later.

About the same time we find a woman charged with selling ale in a short measure quart pot, the bottom of which she had thickened with pitch and covered with rosemary, to look like bush in the sight of her customers. It was a common practice to put some sort of evergreen leaves in the bottom of tankards--hence the proverb, "Good wine needs no bush." Her sentence was to stand in the "thew," or female pillory, with half of the pot attached to it. As far as possible, the cause of the offense was always exhibited along with the person punished.

Severe punishment was meted out for endeavoring to raise the standard market price of corn and other articles. In 1347 a merchant was imprisoned for 40 days for enhancing the price of his own property. He secretly employed a man to bring certain of his own (the merchant's) wheat to the market, whereupon he bought his own at twopence more per bushel than the market price, of course taking care to make the same well known, forgetting, however, to state what he knew about the seller.--Chicago Herald.

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.

G. P. MOORE,

ARCHITECT, BUILDER, AND PRACTICAL SLATER, Ocean City, N. J. Best Roofing Slate constantly on hand.

D. GALLAGHER, DEALER IN FINE FURNITURE, 43 South Second Street, 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.

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. 703 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.

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.

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.

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.

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. NOW OPEN FOR SEASON OF 1895. BELLEVUE HOT BATHS, SAMUEL SCHURCH, Boardwalk, between 7th and 8th Sts. New Suits for surf bathing.

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THE MILK WHITE DOE.

The sound was so faint that only the ears of the skilled huntsman might hear it. It came from hundreds of tiny hoofs muffled by the grass in the mountain park. "Antelope!" Together we lay face downward, I and my Indian guide, with our long rifles at easy rest, and awaited the coming of the band. It dashed over a hogsback and into full view, a wildly leaping, struggling, undulating mass of reddish brown, white tufted bodies stretched to the fullest speed. Nervous? Yes, for in a moment more the band would pass us within easy range. We lay with forefingers on the trigger as the timid animals, wild with fear, skimmed along as if wafted by the spirit of the wind. Now they are directly opposite. We will never have such another shot. Onward they dash and pass so closely by that it seems we can hear their heartbeats. Their great, liquid eyes are wild with terror. Another moment and the herd has swept by us; only the hindmost are in view. Now they are out of hearing and presently are lost to sight.

Absolute silence, save for the rustle of the brown grass as the cooling au-

tumn wind stirs it.

Not a shot was fired. My finger was upon the trigger, my arm certain, but I

lacked the power even for the gentle pressure necessary to sent a bullet

straight into the herd. I was under a spell. I looked at Pablo. His dark face seemed almost pale; his eyes betrayed excitement, not the excitement of anger or fear, but of a tender sympathy.

The same power that had staid my finger when it would have pressed the

trigger had a like effect upon him.

"Senor," he said, "it is the milk white doe that none may slay."

It was overpowering curiosity that had rendered my forefinger inflexible, for at the head of the band was the most beautiful animal I had ever seen--a milk white doe. She seemed fleeter, more timid and of more graceful contour than any of the herd. She was the perfection of animal grace and beauty. I fancied I heard a soft, sad moan as she passed before the muzzle of my rifle. I was lost briefly in pathetic contem-

plation, and the herd was gone.

"Come, Pablo, it is almost dark, but we must follow. Come, stir yourself, you unenthusiastic son of Montezuma,

and let us be gone."

"Senor," said Pablo, in his calm and imperturbable manner, yet with a solemn impressiveness, "it is death to all who follow the milk white doe." "Nonsense; I must have her. Let us follow quick." "Have patience, senor, and tonight when we smoke by the campfire I will tell you the legend of the milk white doe." And this is the legend he told me: Before the white man knew there was a western continent, before the Spaniards came, even before the reign of the ancient Quetzalcoatl, lord of the Seven Caves of Navatlaques and the king of the Seven Nations, out of which arose the splendor of the Montezuman empire, the powerful tribes lived in the north. They were as the sands of the shore washed by the great ocean of the rising sun, and the numbers of their arrows were greater than the twigs in the forest. Their queen was Maxtella. Her skin was as white as the snow on yonder mountain peak, her lips were as scarlet as the flaming loco blossom, her eyes were as blue as the chalchuites in the Minas de las Perdidas, and from their liquid depths beamed truth and purity of soul. She was a virgin queen. Her courtiers wooed her in vain. The richest of them all laid his wealth of chalchuites and beautiful shells at her feet. The mightiest hunter brought her trophies of the chase. To all she spoke words of wisdom and beauty, but her love was for no one man; it was for all her people. Her virtue and her beauty were the marvels of those days. Her counselors were wise beyond their generation. Many things they knew that were unknown to the subjects of Queen Maxtella. They knew of the eastern ocean, of a great country beyond to which their ancestors had gone years before. The northern hordes were at peace. So powerful were they that the tribes in the south did not dare to make war with them, nor would the queen suffer her subjects to make war upon those weaker hordes who dwelt in rocks and caves, high up in the cliffs that bordered on the green canyons. There was a vassal chief, Azul, of lowly birth and evil ways. He saw the beautiful Maxtella, and the sight of her touched his black heart. He loved Maxtella not for her virtue nor her wisdom. He loved her that he might rule the land, and that from his blood and hers might come a race of savage kings, and that the northern hordes might make war upon the tribes of the south and despoil them of their treasures.

Azul knew the black magic art. He brought his richest treasure to Maxtella's court. He used his black art that he might appear pleasing in her sight. His arms and throat were bare. On his head was a snowy white helmet, and his dress was of green feathers. His breastplate of feather work gleamed like jewels when the sun shone upon it. Tall and straight was this vassal chief and mighty was his stride. Great blue and blood red stones shone in the middle of his sword. But the counselors were wise men. They could see his black heart and read his evil mind, and they spurned him with scorn. They would have driven him from the court. The vassal chief held in his hand a wand, sharp pointed like a knife, by which he worked his magic art. When the queen appeared, he looked at her and turned pale. Azul's eyes pierced her, but his magic was not strong enough to make her love him. Until then she knew not fear, but now the evil spell was upon her. All of Azul's power was exerted to subdue her gentle heart. When she went to walk, a wolf sprang up in her path, sharp stones cut through the deerskin and wounded her feet. Near by was a spring of healing water, but when Maxtella went to drink of it a foul odor of poisonous gases arose.

She sought her couch, but Azul had

driven sleep away. When she was alone,

the black hearted vassal chief would suddenly appear and with thongs of the deer would beat her white body until his savage lashes drew drops of blood. All things could he make Maxtella do but love him. False words she spoke to her counselors and did unholy deeds that made her courtiers bow their heads in shame. No more was Maxtella just or merciful. Cruelty, pitiless cruelty, turned her love of her subjects to hate. Of her attendants who remained faithful none was more so than a little page,

a boy of not more than a score of years.

These two sat one eve within the palace. The dusky shadows were gathering without, but the night could only bring

added wretchedness to Maxtella. The boy sang to her, and as his song died

away a black shape entered the room. It was Azul.

"Thy song is sad," he said to the page. "Why do you not weep, Maxtella?" The rivers of Maxtella's eyes were dried up. "Now I will teach you how to weep," and he struck her with his cruel thong.

Maxtella turned upon him her timid

pleading eyes. With a mighty bound

the youth leaped toward the chief and

seized the magic wand. Its possession gave him the strength of many men. He struck the wretch a blow and pinned him to the floor. Azul writhed in pain, and the blood dyed his dress of feathers crimson. None but a wizard might ever loose him. With the blow the spell he had wrought on Maxtella was broken, and all her gentleness and purity returned. It was this that caused her to pity the bleeding wretch, squirming in agony, yet furious with rage. She reached down her delicate hand to withdraw the wand if it were possible, when Azul seized her by the arm and buried his sharp, gleaming teeth into the hand extended in mercy. Maxtella, unable to release herself, shrieked in pain, for the bite of the sorcerer was as deadly as the poison of the snake with the castanets in his tail. "Now is thy blood mingled with mine," hissed Azul, "and of thy own free will! Now are we one forever. By my living hate and the mingling of our blood I have supremest power over thee. Coward thou hast ever been; coward thou shalt ever be. Thy spirit shall pass from thee in the form of the creature thou most resemblest--a doe, timid of heart, fleet of foot and spotlessly white. None may slay thee, yet thou wilt ever long for the dart that would release the spell. Thy speed shall shame the fleetest of the herd, and thy matchless beauty shall ever lure the hunter to his death." And with these words a milk white doe darted from the palace walls, trembling with fright. It hides in brakes and canyons and flees when no hunter is nigh. Hundreds have seen it, and many have been lured to pursue it. The fallen rocks from canyon walls hide the course of many a hunter who sought to slay the milk white doe. None has ever returned to tell the story of those chases. And those who escaped the canyon's dangers--their bones lie bleaching in eternal snow.--Chicago Times-Herald.

THE FIRST LOCOMOTIVE. It Was Built by Oliver Evans, Who Couldn't Lay Up Money. The real inventor of the locomotive never realized a cent from his invention. His name was Oliver Evans. He was born in Delaware in 1756 and spent all his life perfecting inventions which were destined to bring him nothing but more poverty. He was the original inventor of the high pressure engine used in locomotives, the only kind that could be employed to advantage in this form of transportation, but realized nothing for his idea. His application of the notion to both land and water power was somewhat novel. In 1804 the municipality of Philadelphia called for bids for the dredging of the river and the cleaning of the docks. Evans put in a bid lower than any of his competitors, and when it was accepted determined to build a steamboat to do the work. He fitted out a scow with a steam engine, building both the engine and the cow in his own workshop. When the boat was ready to be launched, Evans determined to give the people of Philadelphia an object lesson in mechanics, so he put the boat on wheels, fitted up a push wheel behind, set his engine to work and propelled the boat through the streets to the river in the

midst of an open mouthed throng, not a few of whom had a dim idea that he ought to be arrested for witchcraft.

When the boat reached the bank of the river, the wheels and axles were tak-

en off, the craft was launched, fitted

out with wheels and made to do

the work of dredging the harbor.

So far as the invention of mechanical devices went, Evans had a splendid genius, but when dollars and cents came up for consideration he was a mere child, and even allowed himself to be cheated out of the money that was due him for cleaning the Philadelphia harbor with his new fangled steamboat.--St. Louis Globe-Democrat.

AMENDED HER LIST. She Now Declares That Lawyers Come Under the Head of Nuisances.

A few evenings ago a lawyer living in West Philadelphia was visited at his residence by an indignant woman, who declared that she had come for legal advice, and in a businesslike manner deposited on his table a $5 note as a retaining fee. After pocketing the money the man of law politely requested her to proceed with her statement. She said she was continually afflicted with a series of nuisances which she desired the lawyer to have abolished.

She was annoyed by a neighbor on one side, she said, who is a music teacher and trainer of the voice. The constant thumping on the piano and the discordant notes of the vocal students

made her very nervous. On the other

side the neighbor kept chickens, which awoke her early in the morning by their

crowing and annoyed her during the day by flying over the fence and invading her premises. Day and night she was made nervous by the noise of the trolley cars passing her door, organ grinders and peddlers made her life miserable, hucksters added to her misery by calling their wares, and she wanted to know what action she must take in order to be made free of such nuisances. The lawyer reflected a few moments with compressed brow, and then said, "Madam, you are decidedly unfortu-

nate, and my advice to you is that you go to a real estate agent and engage him to secure for you a nice comfortable

dwelling in the suburbs of some country village, where the nearest neighbor is a quarter of a mile away, organ grinders unknown, trolley cars unheard of, and where hucksters and peddlers do not come." Realizing that she was $5 out, the woman replied, "I'll do as you say and include among the others that no lawyers must exist in the same coun-ty."--Philadelphia Record.

Profit In Soda Fountains.

A New Orleans man named May told me that his yearly profits from his soda fountain were $50,000. One San-

ders, a Detroiter, who owns an $8,000 fountain, the finest displayed at the World's fair, does a rushing business, and his sales run from $300 to $700 per day the year round. In Buffalo Stoddard Bros. employ 30 girls to handle ice cream soda, and it takes 3,000 glasses to accommodate their trade. They sell it at 5 cents a glass, and there is a net profit of just 100 per cent. In Boston Thompson's Spa, the greatest soda resort at the Hub, easily clears for its

owner $50,000 a year. There are in the

United States 100,000 fountains in operation, and manufacturers are getting

more orders now than they ever got be-fore.--Washington Post.

Enlightening Her. She--Before we were married you used to think the world of me, but now you do not care for me at all.

He--But you should remember that we are one now, and self love, you know, is distinctively bad form.--Boston Transcript.

In Trouble. "You see," said the lean man with the yellow vest, "it was dark when I got home, and the girl met me in the hall, and I saluted her quite affectionately. Then my wife got mad."

"I reckon," said the fat man. "I explained that I had mistaken the girl for her, which was a fact. Then the girl got mad, and now I am roaming around trying to find another girl."

The Mean Thing. Maude--Do you know Mr. Jinks fainted last night at the dance and would have fallen if I hadn't caught him in my arms? Ethel (slightly jealous)--Yes; he told me that he'd been suffering from the effects of the grip.--Scribner's.

New Treatment For Burns. A Paris medical man of resources and alternatives had in hand a case of severe and extensive burning, caused by boiling water. So deep was the injury that the healing process was greatly delayed. The patient's family objected to skin grafting, which seemed to be the only way to accelerate the process of recovery, and the doctor, as an experiment, applied the internal membrane of the hen's egg--the white film with which everybody is familiar. The injury must have progressed beyond the suppurative

staged and shown signs of healthy healing. A freshly laid egg is broken and the membrane immediately cut into narrow strips and laid carefully across the raw surface, then antiseptic dressings are applied with carbolic solutions,

and the whole is covered by tin foil. In a number of cases this procedure has been eminently satisfactory.--New York Ledger.

The Quarter Came Back.

"Excuse me, sir," said a Woodward avenue car conductor to a passenger riding on the platform with him the other morning, "but can you change a quarter?" "Is it a plugged quarter?" cautiously asked the passenger. "Yes, sir; plugged in two places."

"Get it about a week ago?"

"Yes, sir." "From me?" "Yes, sir."

"No, I can't change it. I carried that old coin around about three months and offered it to at least 50 conductors before you took it, and having finally worked it off I can't take it back. If

you want to borrow two tens and a five, all right, but I can't take plugged quarters--can't possible do it, even to oblige."--Detroit Free Press.

Begonias For Garden Decoration. It is now getting to be well understood that many plants that it was thought could only be grown under glass do remarkably well in our climate under summer shade. The begonia is especially suited to this summer work. The writer came across a little piece of rockwork constructed under the shade of some large trees, in which the whole mass of rocks was completely covered with species of begonia. Every night, or nearly every night, water was showered on them through the hose from a hydrant. Nothing could exceed the beauty of this mass.--Meehan's Monthly.