VOL. XV. OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, JULY 25, 1895. NO. 17. 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.

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.

Attorneys-at-Law. MORGAN HAND, ATTORNEY AND COUNSELLOR AT LAW, Solicitor, Master and Examiner in Chancery, Supreme Court Commissioner, Notary Public, CAPE MAY C. H., N. J. (Opposite Public Buildings.)

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

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

Notary Public,

CAPE MAY COURT HOUSE, N. J.

Office opposite Public Buildings. Will be in Ocean City every Wednesday at office on Eighth street near station.

HARRY S. DOUGLASS, Counsellor-at-Law,

CAPE MAY COURT HOUSE, N. J.

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.

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.

T. C. HUTCHINSON, M. D. Homeopathist, Tenth St. and Asbury Ave.,

OCEAN CITY, N. J. Resident Physician. Late of Phila.

DR. WALTER L. YERKES,

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

"IS IT NOTHING TO YOU!"

We were playing on the green together, My sweetheart and I, Oh, so heedless in the gay June weather, When the word went forth that we must die. Oh, so merrily the balls of amber And of ivory tossed we to the sky

While the word went forth in the king's chamber That we both must die.

Oh, so idly, straying through the pleasaunce, Plucked we here and there Fruit and bud, while in the royal presence The king's son was casting from his hair Glory of the wreathen gold that crowned it, And ungirdling all his garments fair, Flinging by the jeweled clasp that bound it, With his feet made bare.

Down the myrtled stairway of the palace, Ashes on his head,

Came he through the rose and citron alleys In rough sark of sackcloth habited And in a hempen halter. Oh, we jested Lightly, and we laughed as he was led To the torture, while the bloom we breasted Where the grapes grew red.

Oh, so sweet the birds when he was dying Piped to her and me-- Is no room this glad June day for sighing-- He is dead, and she and I go free. When the sun shall set on all our pleasure, We will mourn him. What, so you decree We are heartless? Nay, but in what measure Do you more than we?--May Probyn.

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.

WALLACE S. RISLEY, REAL ESTATE AND

INSURANCE AGENT, 413 MARKET ST., CAMDEN. Properties for sale and to rent. Money to loan on Mortgage.

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.

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.

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.

Nicholas Corson,

CARPENTER AND BUILDER,

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

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.

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.

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.

G. P. MOORE,

ARCHITECT, BUILDER,

AND

PRACTICAL SLATER,

Ocean City, N. J. Best Roofing Slate constantly on hand.

GEO. A. BOURGEOIS & SON, Carpenters and Builders,

OCEAN CITY, N. J. Estimates given. Buildings erected by contract or day.

LEANDER S. CORSON, ARCHITECT, CONTRACTOR AND BUILDER, Ocean City, N. J.

Plans and specifications furnished. Terms reasonable. First-class work.

STEELMAN & ENGLISH, Contractors AND Builders,

Ocean City, N. J.

Plans, specifications and working drawings furnished. Jobbing promptly attended to.

J. L. HEADLEY, 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.

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.

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KING'S FUNERAL.

"This here which I'm mentionin," said the old cattleman, "was the first funeral the town had had. Of course some of the boys had been downed one time an another an gone shoutin home

to heaven by various trails, but the remainders had been freighted east an west every time, an the camp got left.

It was hard luck, but one day it came toward us, an thar we were with a corpse all our 'n, no partnership with no-

body nor nuthin.

"'It's the chance of our life,' said the

postmaster, 'an we plays it. There's

nuthin too rich for our blood, an those obsequies are goin to be spread eagle, you bet. We'll show Nutt an Rincon an sech hamlets they ain't sign camps compared with Deming.' "So we begins to draw in our belts an get a big ready. Jack King was the corpse, emergin out of a game of poker as such. He'd been peevish an irritable an pesterin an pervadin round for several days. The town stood a heap of trouble with him an tried to smooth it along by given him his whisky an his way about as he wanted, hopin for a change. But man is only human, an

when Jack started in one night to make a flush beat a tray full for $700 he asked too much.

"There warn't no undertakers, so we called the camp to order, an knowin he'd take pride in it, an do the slam up thing, we put in the postmaster to deal

the game unanimous.

"'Gentlemen,' he said, 'in assumin the present pressure I feel the compliments paid me in the selection. I shall act for the credit of the camp, an I need your help. I want these rites to be a howlin success. I don't want people comin around next week allowin there ain't been no funeral, an I don't reckon much they will. We've got the corpse, an if we fall flat now it's our fault.'

"So we pinted Jim Sweet an French

Paul to go to the Santa Fe shops for a box for Jack an detailed a couple of niggers from the corral to dig a grave. "'An mind you alls,' said the postmaster, 'I wants that hole at least a mile from town. In order to make a fu-

neral a success you need distance almost as much as a stiff. It gives the proces-

sion a chance to spread an show up.

You couldn't make a funeral imposin an have it in your back yard.'

"Everything went smooth right off the reel. We got a box an grave all ready, an the postmaster stuck up a notice on the depot door settin the hilarity for 3 o'clock the next day. Prompt at the drop of the hat the camp let go all holts an turned loose in a body to put Jcak [sic] through right. He was laid out in great shape in the New York store with nuthin to complain of if he'd been asked to make the kick himself. He'd a new silk necktie, blue shirt an pearl buttons, trousers an boots. Some one, Whisky Sue, I think, had pasted some court plaster over the hole on his cheek bone where the bullet got in, an all around Jack looked better than I ever saw him. "'Let the meetin come to order,' said the postmaster, sittin down on a box of boots up at Jack's head, 'an, as many as can, please get something to sit on. Now, my friends,' he continued, 'thar ain't no need of my puttin on any frills or gettin in any scroll work. The object of this convention is plain an straight. Mr. King, here present, is dead. Deceased was a very headstrong person an persisted yesterday in entertainin views as to the value of a club flush, queen at the head, which resulted in life everlastin. Now, boys, this is a racket full of solemnity. We want nuthin but good words. Don't mind about the truth. Truth ain't in play at a funeral nohow. We all knew Jack. We know his record--how he stole a hoss at Rincon an robbed a man last fall at Fort Craig; how he downed a man at Cruces, an how that scar on his neck he got from WellsFargo's people when he stopped a stage near Tombstone, but we lays it all aside today. We don't copper nary bet. At 4 o'clock yesterday mornin, accompanied by a report of a Colt's 45, Mr. John King, who lies here so cool an easy, left the dance hall an entered in behind the white, shinin gates of peal an gold which swing inward to glory eternal. It is a great setback at this time there ain't a sky pilot in the camp. It saws a big hoss onto us, but we'll do our best. At a time like this I've heard that singin is a good, safe break, an I therefore call on that little gal from Lake Valley to give us "The Dyin Ranger." "So the little Lake Valley gal cleared her valves with a drink an gives us the song, an when the entire congregation drew cards on the last verse it did everybody good. "Far away from his dear old Texas We laid him down to rest, With his saddle for a pillow An his gun across his breast. "Then the postmaster got out a Testament. 'I'm goin to read a chapter out of this here Testament,' he says. 'I ain't makin no claim for it 'cause it's part of the game an accordin to Hoyle. If there was a preacher here, he'd do it, but there bein no sech on this range, I makes it as a forced play myself.' "So he read us a chapter about the sepulcher an Mary Magdalene an the resurrection, an everybody took it in mighty owly, for of course that was the lead to make an we knew it.

"Then the postmaster said he'd like to hear from any one under the head of good of the order.

"'Mr. Undertaker and Chairman,' says Jim Hamilton, 'this thing weighs on me heavily. Of course as keeper of

the dance all I saw a heap of the

corpse, an knew him well. Mister King was my friend, an while his moods were

variable and unsertin an it was clearly

worth while to wear your gun while he

hovered near, I loved him. He had

weaknesses as do we all. A disposition to make new rules as he played along for these games of chance which enjoyed his notice was perhaps his greatest fault.

His givin away to this habit yesterday was primarily the cause of his bein gathered to his fathers. I hope he'll get

along thar an stand way up in G with

them people up thar, an if a word from

me could fix it I'd put it in. I would

say further that after consultin with Billy Burns, who keeps the other saloon, we have, in honor of the dead an to mark the occasion of his cashin in, agreed upon a business departure of interset to you all. This departure Mr.

Burns will state.'

"'Mr. Postmaster,' says Burns, 'I

knowed deceased. He was a good man

an a dead game sport from 'way back. A protracted wrestle with the recklessly

compounded drinks of the frontier had begun to tell on him, an for a year or so he was liable to have spells. That was all. Referrin to the remarks of Mr. Hamilton, I states that by agreement

between us an in honor to the departed the price of whisky in this camp from now on will be two drinks for a quarter instead of one, as previous. We don't want to disturb values nor unsettle trade, an we don't believe this will. We makes it as a ray of light on the darkness an gloom of the hour.'

"After these remarks, which was well received, we formed the procession. Two buglers from Fort Cummings took the lead, with Jack in one of the Silver City stagecoaches comin next. The pallbearers were on horses next in line, an the rest of the town strung along per-

miscus on horseback an in wagons.

"'This is a great day for Deming,' says the postmaster as he rode up and down the line. 'There ain't no camp

outside on his side of Albuquerque

could turn this trick. I only wish Jack could see it for himself. It's more calculated to bring this town into favorable notice than a lynchin.' "At the grave we turned in an gave three cheers for King and three for the

postmaster, an last we gave three more

an a tiger for the town. The buglers give us everything they knows, from the

'water call' to the 'retreat,' an while

the niggers was a-shovelin in the sand we banged away with our six shooters

for general effect quite delightful. You

can gamble there ain't no funeral like it before or after. It was lovely. "At last the postmaster pulls out of the stage we used for Jack a headboard.

When it was set up, it looked like if Jack wasn't satisfied with that he'd be hard to suit. On it in big letters was:

JOHN KING. Life ain't in holdin a good hand, But playin a poor hand well. "'You see, we've got to work in a little sentiment,' says the postmaster. "Then we detailed the two to stand watch an watch every night till further orders. Of course we weren't afraid that Jack would get out, but the coyotes was shore to come an dig for him. So the niggers had to stand guard, 'cause we didn't allow to find hunks an scatterin's of Jack's round loose after all the trouble we took."--Alfred H. Lewis in Chicago Times-Herald.

NOW OPEN FOR SEASON OF 1895. BELLEVUE HOT BATHS,

SAMUEL SCHURCH,

Boardwalk, between 7th and 8th Sts.

New Suits for surf bathing.

white, afauuu gate, of prerj

The Reason Why. New Parson--Which do you like best, Willie, your day school or your Sunday school? Willie--My Sunday school. New Parson.--I am glad to hear that. Why do you like your Sunday school the best?

Willie--Because it is only once a week.--Brooklyn Eagle.

Particular.

Conductor--That's a French coin, sir.

I can't take it.

Passenger--You can't? You gave it to me in change this morning.

Conductor--Well, you see, I'm more particular than you are.--London Quiver.

I have played the fool, the gross fool,

to believe the bosom of a friend would hold a secret mine own could not con-

tain.--Massinger.

THE MAYA WOMEN. THEY ARE INTELLIGENT, SWEET TEMPERED AND BEAUTIFUL. In the Olden Times These Wives of the First Owners of America Were the Mothers of a Courageous Race, and They Never Looked Into a Mirror. An unfamiliar word, but as old as the hills almost, is this word Maya. Among the Brahmans it means illusion and is the name of the earth, the material world, which, according to the Brahmanical doctrine, is nonexistent--an illusion. Maya Devi was the name of the beautiful mother of Buddha. Maya in the feminine energy of Brahma and the mother of all the gods, even of Brahma himself. Any Greek dictionary informs us that Maya is the good mother of all gods and men. In Japan the goddess Maya is still worshiped. The beautiful Indian poem "Ramayana" tells us about a great navigator named Maya, who in ages long gone by took forcible possession of the countries at the south of the Hindooostanee peninsula and settled there. The Maya people of America were in olden times a great nation, occupying the territory comprised between the isthmus of Tehnantepec and that of Darien. We know that they were navigators, their boats being depicted in very ancient books and paintings. In 1502, when Columbus came to America for the fourth time, he met on the high seas a large boat, in which were men, women and children. It also had a cargo of merchandise, consisting of weapons, tools, products of the earth and ready made garments. The travelers called themselves Mayas. They were in the habit of traveling to Cuba and other islands to trade with their inhabitants. The Mayas were neatly clothed in white cotton raiment. They were self possessed and courteous. Fifteen years later their land, today called Yucatan, was invaded by the Spaniards, but it cost the white men 25 years of warfare to get control of that country, for every Maya fought like a hero. They were sons of fearless mothers.

In reading the works left by the Spanish chroniclers--priests who accompanied the soldiers--we learn that the Maya women were very good looking, as many are at the present day; that they were charitable, sweet tempered, industrious, modest and so free from vanity that they never consulted the mirror, although their husbands did. In physique these women were large and beautifully shaped. Their complexion was a light brown, and their silky black hair very abundant. Father Cogolludo, a Spanish priest, wrote, "These women are more beautiful and better tempered than those of Spain." They always dressed themselves, as they do at the present time, in flowing white garments, and in their happier days were greatly addicted to the use of perfumes and flowers. They were industrious, devoted wives and fond mothers, but exacted great deference from their children. Their ideas of modesty were so strict that they did not

permit their daughters to look boldly into the face of a man, and if a girl showed a want of shyness the indignant matron would pinch her arms. After the Spaniards were in possession of the

land they subjected these women to indignities and cruelty. Among many other things it is recorded that in one village they found two young women of remarkable beauty, one a bride, the other a maiden, and they hanged both, so that there should be no trouble about them. Many young mothers were hung from trees and their infants suspended from their feet. Those who escaped

death were enslaved with their husbands and children.

Long ago, as far back as our studies enable us to know anything about that nation, the Maya women seem to have enjoyed the same privileges as the men, to have had equal power in politics and equal authority. Today, when business is to be transacted, the wife takes the active part, her husband nodding his head affirmatively. It is not that she desires to domineer, but because he looks up to her, relying on her judgment. She complies with admirable moderation and modesty. She is eloquent and forceful without being loquacious, and she never scolds. When her husband gets himself into trouble, she pleads for him, being a more able reasoner than he is. If he gets intoxicated, she guides him home. If he strikes her, she says, "He does not know what he is doing," regarding him with angelic forbearance, so that domestic brawls are quite unknown. It is her pleasure to give him the best of what they have, keeping for herself the worst. This woman's home has a thatched roof and earthen floor. She has no pretty objects around her. Hammocks serve as seats by day as well as beds by night. There is one low chair or stool on which she sits while her busy fingers make the garments of the family. In one corner stands a bench and grinding stones. Her hands grind all the corn used in that humble abode. The fire is built on the floor between three stones, on which rests the clay pot or the disk for baking tortillas. Outside at the back of the hut there is a long dugout, ,serving as a washtub, resting on trestles. There she stands for some hours every day, her small feet bare, soapsuds up to her elbows, yet her hands are small and and pretty, her voice is sweet and low, her language never rude, and if you approach her hut she welcomes you with such perfect grace and self possession, mingled with cordiality, that you ask yourself if she is not a princess in disguise. She may be, but, alas! the palaces of her sires are crumbling away in the forests where her husband cuts timber for his master, the white man, now owner of the soil. The dying race must bear its fate, and the Maya woman meets it nobly, with resignation and grace.--Washington Post.

"The Scarlet Letter" Dramatized. Our recent plays are mainly taken from French sources, and an attempt is often if vainly made to retain their dramatic effect and [?] to exclude that treatment which makes the essence of a French work written for French audiences. Plays seem often to be vamped up for a long run and for a short life, in the higher sense of dramatic life. We also frequently adapt novels, mostly of a melodramatic character, for the stage. One pregnant instance may suffice--"The Scarlet Letter" has been presented with a "happy ending." Oh, shade of injured Hawthorne! A very fine narrative which depends upon psychological analysis cannot well be made into a good drama. Action is so much coarser than thought that the morbid pathology of a story of passion, guilt and sorrow, with every motive dissected and every character analyzed, becomes a mere commonplace adultery and a very ordinary melodrama. Hawthorne is to be read, not seen.

His power consists in analytical study and his fine essence escapes the realism of the stage. That which is left for acting is the mere residuum, the vile body, of his delicate, almost supersubtle conception. He is a great author, but not an essentially dramatic one. His method escapes the acting drama. A playwright

who would deal with "The Scarlet Letter" should not attempt to dramatize the novel, but should treat it as Shakespeare used the chronicles of Baker or

of Holinshed. The work should merely

suggest to the dramatist certain incidents and characters.--Gentleman's Magazine.

Woman's Dependence on Man. Wonderful that while knowledge comes wisdom lingers. Wonderful that what women have suffered so long to win, once won they should cease to

prize; that education should not teach woman that man was by nature very far removed from the gentle domestic animal she knows today. However the

modern woman may swagger about her

individuality, may talk of her "spirit-

ual needs" and deplore the stupid tyr-

anny of man, who demands sacrifices from her in return for his tenderness, protection and support, the fact is not changed that however much she may

be man's intellectual equal or spiritual superior the exigencies of motherhood

put her at his mercy. She cannot be en-

tirely self dependent except at the cost of the welfare of the offspring. The fac-

tory acts are a recognition of the right of the child to its mother's health and

vitality. Woman simply may not eat her cake and have it too. Using all her energies for her own needs she cannot give vigor to her children. If she employ for her own ends her store of life, she robs the child. To adequately supply the new generation with health, brains and nerve she must husband her

resources and yield herself to the generosity and tenderness of the man and trust to his care. That he has not always been generous and tender, that he is not always so even now, does not alter the general fact.--Elizabeth Bisland in North American Review.

Fish Slaughter.

J. W. Nash of the Minnesota state fish and game commission says that fishermen actually catch the sturgeon for the roe and throw the fish itself away.

"I was told," said he, "that in Lake Nemegen last year one firm caught tons of splendid sturgeon, and after stripping them of the eggs threw what thousands would have been glad to get on a heap and burned them. "If this policy is allowed to continue a few years, there will be lakes without fish. When I was up on the northern border a few weeks ago to issue licenses

for the pound nets, I was told that a

certain fish company was practicing this

ruinous fishing in Rainy lake and other

lakes. My information came from two men, and as they said the fishermen had

no way of preserving the carcasses I assumed that the same wicked waste of

fish is going on this year as last. All that is used is the roe. It is shipped to

Europe to be made into caviare."

The roe is packed into kegs and salted. It is shipped in that condition to

Germany to be made into a favorite dish

found mostly on saloon lunch counters and eaten with bread in the shape of a sandwich. The roe sells for about $25 a keg, and the caviare is bought in quan-

tity at from 40 to 60 cents, according to the condition of the market.--Minneapolis Tribune.

A Rope Barometer.

In the office of the Des Moines Register is the best barometer in the state. It

consists of an ordinary rope attached to the carrier box between the first and

fourth floors, making it nearly 60 feet long. This rope is wonderfully sensitive to changes in the atmosphere. At least 24 hours before the average rain it begins to tighten by the absorption of moisture. Its predictions nearly always come true.