VOL. XV. OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, JULY 18, 1895. NO. 16.

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.

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.

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 at office 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.

T. C. HUTCHINSON, M. D.

Homeopathist.

Tenth St. and Asbury Ave.,

OCEAN CITY, N. J.

Resident Physician. Late of Phila.

I SHALL NOT PASS AGAIN THIS WAY. The bread that bringeth strength I want to give, The water pure that bids the thirsty live. I want to help the fainting day by day. I'm sure I shall not pass again this way. I want to give the oil of joy for tears, The faith to conquer crowding doubts and fears. Beauty for ashes may I give always. I'm sure I shall not pass again this way. I want to give good measure running o'er, And into angry hearts I want to pour The answer soft that turneth wrath away. I'm sure I shall not pass again this way. I want to give to others hope and faith. I want to do all that the Master saith. I want to live aright from day to day. I'm sure I shall not pass again this way.--Great Thoughts.

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

EUGENE Co. 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.

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.

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

Fruits and Jellies.

Wedding and Evening Entertainments a Specialty. Everything to furnish the table and set free of charge. NOTHING SOLD OR DELIVERED ON SUNDAY.

WALLACE S. RISLEY, REAL ESTATE AND INSURANCE AGENT, 413 MARKET ST., CAMDEN. Properties for sale and to rent. Money to loan on Mortgage.

C. E. EDWARDS. J. C. CURRY. DRS. EDWARDS & CURRY, DENTISTS, Room 12, Haseltine Building, Take Elevator. 1416 Chestnut St.,

Philadelphia, Pa.

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.

JOSEPH F. HAND,

ARCHITECT,

CONTRACTOR AND BUILDER,

Ocean City, N. J.

Plans, Specifications and Working Drawings

furnished. Estimates given on Application. Satisfaction guaranteed.

Nicholas Corson,

CARPENTER AND BUILDER,

OCEAN CITY, N. J.

Estimates given. Plans and Specifications furnished. Buildings put up by contract or day.

PETER MURDOCH, DEALER IN COAL and WOOD, Ocean City, N. J. Orders left at 806 Asbury avenue will receive prompt attention.

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.

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

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.

Sleeping Car Beds. A genius has devised for sleeping carriages a system of beds made of rubber bags, which are to be stretched over steel frames and inflated with hot air from the locomotive. In 15 minutes an entire car can be made ready for the night. In the morning, when the hot air is turned off, the mattress and pillows will immediately collapse. Easily Answered. The advanced woman's husband was gazing idly into the window of the secondhand store, where a number of mottoes were displayed. "What Is Home Without a Mother?" he read in letters of green and yellow worsted. "Hm!" he muttered. "That is easy to answer. My family is most of the time."-Indianapolis.

Bulgaria was formerly Volgaria, so called from the Volaci who inhabited it.

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.

POE KNEW ARGON. The Poet Wrote of the Third Constituent of the Atmosphere. Will Lord Rayleigh and Professor Ramsay have to share the honor of "spotting" the third constituent of the atmosphere with Edgar Allan Poe? It certainly looks like it, if we consider the evidence adduced by a correspondent of a French journal, who has been dip-

ping into the "Tales of Mystery and Imagination." The passage upon which

this gentleman rests Poe's claims is contained in "The Unparalleled Adventure of One Haus Pfaall." It is worth

while quoting it in full:

"I then took opportunities of conveying by night to a retired situation east of Rotterdam five iron bound casks, to contain about 50 gallons each, and one of a larger size; six tin tubes 3 inches in diameter, properly shaped and 10 feet in length; a quantity of a particular metallic substance, or semimetal, which I shall not name, and a dozen demijohns of a very common acid. The gas to be formed from these latter ma-

terials is a gas never yet generated by

any other person than myself--or at least applied to any similar purpose. I can only venture to say here that it is a constituent of azote (nitrogen), so long considered irreducible, and that its density is about 37.4 times less than of hydrogen. It is tasteless, but not odorless; burns, when pure, with a greenish flame and is instantaneously fatal to animal life. Its full secret I would make no difficulty in disclosing, but that it of right belongs to a citizen of Nantes, in France, by whom it was conditionally communicated to myself." It must be confessed that the mysterious gas evolved by the force of Poe's imagination has not a little in common with the argon, whose acquaintance we are now privileged to make some 50 years later. The "particular metallic substance or semimetal," used by Hans Pfaall, has its fellow in clevite, from which we have been led to understand

argon has been extracted when treated with an acid, after the manner of the veracious Dutch balloonist. If the new gas is not precisely regarded as "a constituent of nitrogen," it has at least been declared by some to be an allotrop-

ic modification of it. No doubt the physical and chemical qualities of Edgar Allan Poe's gas are not exactly those of argon. But what of that? Instead, for example, of being 37 times lighter than hydrogen, argon, we understand, is very much heavier. It must be remembered, however, that Hans Pfaall had to make a journey to the moon. Had his gas been heavier, how could he have dropped a couple of ballast bags on the head of Mynheer Superbus Van Underduk, and have disappeared above the clouds almost before the worthy burgomaster had recovered himself? The romancer, even when he is a man of science, must surely be allowed a little latitude with his chemistry.--Westminster Gazette.

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. 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.

STEELMAN & ENGLISH, Contractors AND Builders, Ocean City, N. J. Plans, specifications and working drawings furnished. Jobbing promptly attended to.

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 Penn-

sylvania.

Money to loan on First Mortgage. Lots for sale at South Atlantic City.

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 be-

low 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 and 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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A WAR STORY. "Ben Butler and I met in the rotunda of the capitol," remarked Mr. Sayers, chairman of the appropriations committee of the last house, to a Star writer one day, "the last time I saw him. It was not long before the old general's death, and the occasion, if I remember correctly, was some appearance he had to make before the supreme court in the case of the Chicago anarchists. As I shook the old man's hand my memory traveled back to a time when Butler's name was the one I liked the least and Butler's hands the last ones into which I cared to fall. "I was rather young, a mere boy, in Texas when the war broke like a storm. Naturally, with my geography, I went with the Confederacy. I was in the artillery. One day we captured a battery of three brass guns. It as given to me to command, and the day I got that battery was the proudest day in my life. Then as I look back it still seems to me that those six brass field guns were the most beautiful things that I ever saw. "Of course I was full of ardor. I burned to do something with my battery. Such was my anxiety to get into trouble with those guns that I dragged a couple over to the Mississippi--we were in Louisiana at the time--and pulled on a fight with a stray gunboat belonging to the Yankees which I found prowling around. We had a sharp, spit fire time of it for a few moments, when a lucky shot from one of my guns tore a hole in her in such a fashion that it let the river in, and she filled and sank. I was excessively proud of the achievement. "Butler had New Orleans at the time, and, among other things, was running the papers. Later I read and account of my brush with the gunboat in one of Butler's journals. It could not be called an unbalanced statement. It reviled me as a most abandoned and bloodthirsty character and declared that even after the gunboat surrendered I kept on pouring shot into her as if my one purpose in life was wholesale murder. Of course this was not so. I wouldn't have fired on anybody after he had hauled his flag down, and besides that I didn't have the ammunition to waste. "After I rejoined the rest of my battery following the exploit of the gunboat I hunted trouble with the Yankees more zealously than ever. One day I was fully gratified. We were still in Louisiana. The sun came up one morning and found some 10,000 of us facing a largely superior force of Yankees. We couldn't have crawled out of a fight even were we so disposed, but no one suggested any retreat. The fact as we felt quite cocky and were full of a belief that we could whip the invaders. The fight began, and I soon had my heart's wish. I was in a peck of trouble with the Yankees, I and my battery. I had succeeded in attracting the attention and getting a hearing, as it were, from three Yankee batteries all at once. They were a reasonably brisk outfit, and it didn't take them a minute to get my range.

Then it began to rain sorrow and hail despair for my battery.

"To show you how hot those Yankees made it one only need to say that they wounded or killed 40 of my 66 men and dismounted two of my brass beauties in 30 minutes. You might have planted corn where my battery stood when they got through, it was so plowed and har-

rowed by the Yankee fire.

"I was in the thick of the battle. I was standing near the No. 1 gun. A man of the name of Thompson was stepping forward with a shot in his hands to load. Without a word or cry he suddenly fell forward on the gun and then slipped to the ground, limp as a wet towel. A cannon ball had torn

through his chest.

"I ordered a man to his place. Before he was there a moment a fragment of shell from out of the sky struck him on top of his head, and he fell dead by the side of Thompson. It was such a whirl of smoke and roar that I couldn't tell what was going on at the other guns, much less in other parts of the field. I had been ordered to hold my position and had made up my mind to hold it while a gun and a man of my battery held together. I ordered another to take the place of the second lying dead under the gun. This man got there just in time to receive a rifle bullet in his mouth. It came out under his ear. This man, however, didn't die. I met him

years after the war.

"Three men were all that were available for this especial duty. They were dead and wounded and gone, and I took the post myself. I don't know how long it was--whether one minute or ten--when, without the slightest feeling of pain or warning, I was hurt, my legs gave way and I sank to the ground. At the same instant an explosion like 10 batteries all uniting in one discharge broke loose just to the rear of me. A column of fire and smoke shot toward the sky, as if a volcano had been loosed by the general jar and din of battle. It was my ammunition wagon. I had 2,000 rounds of ammunition in a big army wagon. It had been placed about 50 yards to the rear of my battery. When we opened the fight, I had made up my mind to stay, and I'd brought up all my ammunition, resolved to win or lose right there. A shot from the Yankees had exploded it. That was the volcano. "As I look back I'm not sure but the chance explosion of my ammunition wagon saved what was left of me and my battery. The smoke swept down and covered us up like a fog. The Yankees ceased firing on us. They probably thought we were wiped off the face of the earth in the explosion. As the smoke drifted on, while it became clear about the battery, it hung like a blanket between us and the enemy and acted the part of a shield. The Yankees couldn't see us, so they didn't shoot. "Two of my men came along and dragged me to the rear, out of the way of immediate harm. "'Are you hurt, captain?' asked one. "I told him I couldn't tell. That was the extent of my information. "He tore open my coat and vest. My shirt was white, and save for powder stains and the general grime of battle it was white still. Not a drop of blood reddened it. I held up my left boot. "'Pull off that boot,' I said. "The boot, a high cavalry sort, came off. Not a twinge of pain, not a color of blood. "At this point I broke into a perspiration. A fear seized me, the like of which has never seized me since. Had I fainted away in the midst of battle and in view of two armies? I felt no wound, was torn by no pain. It came over me like some dream of horror that I was unhurt and had fainted, and that in the sequel of the story I would be branded a coward from one end of the war to the other whenever soldiers built a campfire. "I held up the right boot to be removed. A cupful of blood ran out. I was never so glad to see anything in my life. I would not have taken gold for a single drop of it, such was the relief it brought. I had been pierced through the ankle by a rifle ball. "When night fell, while we still held our lines, we were whipped. It had begun to rain, with a sad hopeless drizzle that took the heart out of a man. I was lying on some blankets in one corner of a negro cabin. Over in another corner, under a blanket, lay my dearest friend, dead. All about were wounded men. The doctors had turned the place into a hospital. At last a doctor whom I knew came in. "'Never while I'm alive,' he replied. 'I'm too young to talk about going through life on one leg.' "Then he told me the army would have to retreat that night; that he had no ambulances, no means of transportation. The wounded, including myself, would have to be left behind. They would be prisoners to the Yankees.

"All at once, like a landslide, I thought of Butler and that newspaper account of my firing on the gunboat after it had surrendered. I made sure But ler would hang me like a dog, once he got hands on me. It was at this juncture when I determined he shouldn't get me.

I was as strenuously against hanging as

against amputation.

"We were on an old sugar plantation. Before the fight I'd seen some rough, two wheeled sugar carts. I made them hustle about and get me a mule, a negro and a sugar cart. They bandaged my leg and put me in. The last thing the doctor did was to give me a two ounce bottle of morphine and show me how to take it. Then he said 'Goodby,' and I could see that he thought it was forever. He probably figured that if the Yankees didn't kill me the morphine would. "All that night, all the next day, all the next night that rough cart jolted on through the rain. For a whole 36 hours I lived on morphine. At last we got to Shreveport. When I was lifted out of the cart, my ankle was swollen to elephantine size. But I escaped Butler, and I had not fainted away in battle, and these two giant reliefs almost made the rest easy. I got back into Texas, and at last was well again. As soon as I could sit in a saddle I was back with my battery again in time to take part in a campaign against General Canby--who was afterward killed by the Modoc Captain Jack--in New Mexico. We left Texas with over 3,200 men, and on our return eight months later mustered fewer than 1,000."--Washington Star.

AN ELECTRIC BLUFF. HOW A GENIUS REASSURED THE HOTEL MAN AT JAYVILLE. Quick Work at the Long Distance Telephone, Which the Landlord Had Not Been Acquainted With Very Long--Draft Cashed and Dinner Thrown In.

"Did I ever tell you about the great bluff I invented and worked off on a country hotel proprietor?" asked Meekin, the lazy inventor, as he tilted back his chair and lit his pipe. "It would have been blamed inconvenient for me if I hadn't brought my inventive faculties to bear on the subject, and if I had neglected to observe the new telephone. It came about like this: I was making a flying trip through the west in search of a man who was said to have invented a process for tempering copper by electricity. One evening about dinner time I reached an Indiana town which I'll call Jayville, as the town is still there, and so is the hotel proprietor. I rushed into the only hotel in the place, asked or some dinner and was shown to the dining room after I had registered. I wanted to catch the 9:13 train for Indianapolis, so I could spend the night there. When I had finished my meal, I fished around in my pockets for a dime to tip the waiter with. I found I hadn't a blooming cent in my clothes. You know I'm careless about money matters, and never think of lucre until I'm out of it. Well, I hadn't any cash, but I had a $50 draft on New York in my pocketbook. I let the waiter go without his tip and walked out to the office, where I found the landlord. I ostentatiously took up a pen, asked the landlord his name, and made the draft payable to him. "'Now,' said I, 'if you'll kindly take out the price of a dinner and give me the balance of $50 I'll be obliged.' "The landlord read over the draft forward, backward, sideways and upside down. Then he held it up to the light. At last he looked at me sharply and said: "'Your name Meekin?' "'Sure thing,' said I. "'T. J. Meekin?' "'Sure.' "'How do I know it?' "'You don't, but I'm telling you,' said I. "'How do I know you ain't one o' these yere flim flammers?' "'You don't. Do I look like a flim flammer?' "'Waal, ye mought an ye moughtn't,' was the landlord's encouraging reply. It was getting near train time, and I was getting nervous. In glancing around the office with the faint hope that I'd see some one I knew, my glance fell upon a long distance telephone over in the corner. Right here was where I invented my bluff in Jayville at 8:15 p. m. "'See here,' Mr. Man,' I said to the landlord, 'you know a bank draft when you see it, don't you? Well, that's a bank draft. Now, it don't make any difference to you who I am if I can prove that the draft's good, does it? All right. I see you have a telephone. Can I use it?' "'Ye can if ye know how to work the thing. Just put her in yistiddy, an I ain't on to the game yit.' "'All right,' I replied. 'Now you come over here to the telephone with me, and I'll soon satisfy you that your suspicions of me and this draft are all wrong.' "We went over to the 'phone; the landlord leaned up against the wall watching my every movement. Luckily no one was around but an old man asleep near the stove and a stupid German porter. I picked up the receiver without ringing, and this is what the landlord heard: "'Hello, central! Gimme New York. Hello! This New York? Gimme 3833 Cortlandt. Hello! 3833 Cortlandt? Manhattan Exchange National bank? Mr. Crandell there? Hello! This you, Crandall, old man? This is Meekin. M-double-e-k-i-n. Yes, Meekin, T. J. How are you? Say, I'm in Jayville,

Ind. Hotel man says your draft number 347 on my account is no good. How about it? Well? Good for $5,000, is it? Sure? You are, eh? Good joke on your old bank, ain't it, Crandell? Cost you

a bottle when I get back. Sure it's good,

are you? Ha, ha! That's good. Well, so

long. See you next Monday.'

"With that I hung up the receiver

without ringing off, and turned to look

at the landlord. His eyes were bulging

out, and when I asked him if he required any further proof he gasped out:

"'Waal, I swum to gracious! Ef that ain't the finest thing I ever see! Talking to New York, eh! Waal, I never thought to see it. Here, come over here and get yer cash. The dinner's on me.

Never see anything so wonderful since the circus was here last.' I took the money, thanked him and nearly laughed myself into hysterics all the way to Indianapolis."--Electrical Review.

A SPANISH ANECDOTE. A Moor Whose Son Was Killed Assists the Murderer to Escape.

A Spanish cavalier, in a sudden quarrel, slew a Moorish gentleman and fled. His pursuers soon lost sight of him, for he had unperceived thrown himself over a garden wall. The owner, a Moor, happening to be in his garden, was addressed by the Spaniard, on his knees, who acquainted him with his case and implored concealment. "Eat this," said the Moor, "you know that you may confide in my protection." He then locked

him up in his garden apartment, telling him that as soon as it was night he would provide for his escape to a place of safety.

The Moor then went to his house, where he had just seated himself, when a great crowd, with loud lamentations, came to his gate, bringing the corpse of his son, who had just been killed by the Spaniard. When the first shock of surprise was a little over, he learned, from the description given, that the fatal deed was done by the very person then in his power. He mentioned this to no one, but as soon as it was dark, retired to his garden, as if to grieve alone, giving orders that none should follow him. Then, accosting the Spaniard, he said: "Christian, the person you have killed is my son; his body is now in my house. You ought to suffer, but you have eaten with me, and I have given you my faith, which must not be broken." He then

led the astonished Spaniard to his stables, and mounted him on one of his

fleetest horses, and said:

"Fly far while the night can cover you; you will be safe in the morning. You are indeed guilty of my son's blood, but God is just and good, and I thank him I am innocent of yours, and that my faith given is preserved!" His point of honor is, it is said, most religiously observed by the Arabs and Saracens, from whom it was adopted by the Moors of Africa and by them was brought into Spain.

Love. Love is undoubtedly to the emotional world what sunshine is to the natural world--its vitalizing influence. But it is to be guided, controlled, directed to

the proper objects, and may be cultivated in the right direction.--Mrs. J. C. Croly.

The words "Emerald Isle," as applied to Ireland, were first used by Dr. Drennan in a poem entitled "Erin."

Lepers In the World. According to Malhall, leprosy is far more prevalent in Europe than most people suppose. He says that there are now 3,000 lepers in Portugal, 1,770 in Norway, 6,000 in Russia and about 2,000 all told in other European countries. In India there are 131,000 and in Canton, China, not less than 10,000.

He does not give figures for other countries and islands, but it is estimated that the leper population of the world is but little, if any, short of 1,000,000.