VOL. XV. OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, AUGUST 1, 1895. NO. 18. 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.)

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

TWO ENTERTAINMENTS.

One Performance on the Stage, the Other In the Audience.

I attended a recent performance given by some amateur actors and actresses--

very good they were, too, and while I enjoyed the stage entertainment I was not unmindful of the one that was in progress directly behind me.

It was furnished by an old lady and two young ones--when I say "young one" I don't mean children--and its beginning antedated the overture in this style: "Can you read the programme, mother?" "Why, yes; but it must be wrong. Here's Annie's name down, and it says she's a servant. I thought you said she was an actress." "Only a servant in the play, mother." "But that seems a kind of mean thing to play. She doesn't have to do that, goodness knows!" "She has to play whatever they give her to play. She's a beginner, you know."

"Well, I wouldn't begin that way." "Annie" appeared presently. She said, "Yes, my lady," and "No, your lordship," and "I will tell her ladyship that you are here," and a few more stunners of that sort very well, I thought. But when the French count with the pointed beard chucks her under the chin I could hear the old lady behind me getting into a fine rage.

"Well, the idea of our Annie letting a man do a thing like that!"

"But, mother, it's in the play."

"I don't care if it is. I suppose he'll kiss her later on! The idea!"

Well, he did kiss her shortly after and got a good slap in the face for his pains.

The old lady almost rose in her seat. "Good, good!" she cried in a very audible voice. "I thought Annie wouldn't stand anything of that sort!" She objected to the young girl's little love affairs with the footman, however, and could hardly be kept in her chair when the two plighted their troth. "I don't call that play acting," she said. "They were just like two servants, and I don't like it." When the curtain dropped, they all went around to the stage door, and somehow I felt sorry for Annie, coming from the stage full of hot enthusiasm, only to receive--mentally at least--a bucket of cold water.--Polly Pry in New York Recorder.

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 gievn 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.

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.

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. 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.

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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THE PAINTER. Of course it was very wrong of her, for we all know that you should not talk to gentlemen who have not been introduced to you. But when you are sweet and 20 and are staying at a country house all alone and are rather bored, and a handsome young man comes to your rescue in a wood, when your poor little dog has caught its foot in a cruel trap, how can you possibly pass him by the very next day as if he were a stranger? And he was so kind to the dog! He bound up its poor little bleeding foot in his handkerchief and carried it in his arms to the lodge gate. Then he said: "Do you often walk in the wood?" She was feeling too grateful to him to resent his impertinence as she should have done. So she only said, "Sometimes," and thanked him again with all her heart in her pretty eyes. He looked up to where, through the trees, the big red house showed its twisted, old fashioned chimneys and said: "My name is Lavender. You are Miss Verinder, I suppose?" She looked at him quickly. "I am Miss Verinder's humble companion. My name is Smith." "We are comrades in servitude," he said. "I am Lord Halibut's secretary. You walk in the woods sometimes. Then it isn't goodby. Do they let you come out often?" "I am my own mistress at present," she said. "A lot of people will be coming down on the 25th for the heiress' coming of age. They give a grand entertainment to the tenants. Lord Halibut is to be there. What is he like?" "Oh!" said the young man indifferently, "he's not a bad sort of fellow. There's some talk of their families wishing him to marry the heiress. The estates go very well together. But he's never even seen her. He's been so much abroad, you know." "I don't believe the heiress will have him," the girl said sharply and turned away with her poor little dog in her arms. Now, it is quite clear that she ought not to have walked in the wood--at least, not so soon as the next day, or if she walked there the next day she ought not to have chosen the very hour when poor Troll had met with his misfortune.

But to the bored much may be pardoned, and as for Lord Halibut's secretary, he had a right, one may suppose, to amuse himself. And that meeting was not the last. How could it have been? And when

you meet a person every day without chaperons or other tiresome people you soon make friends. Before the week was out Mr. Lavender had heard how Miss Smith was left an orphan and had to earn her living, and she had learned that Mr. Lavender's part in life must always be that of a subordinate.

"Is she kind to you?" he asked one evening as they sat on a mossed tree

trunk and watched the red sunset across the valley where the corn grew.

"Oh, yes, she's kind enough," the girl said. "At least I am sure she means to be." "She's revoltingly clever, I hear. Beat the senior wrangler at Cambridge, or something." "She did. But that's not criminal, and Lord Halibut is at least her partner in iniquity. He took a first class in greats, didn't he? Oh, how I do hate clever men!" "You have my sympathy. I abhor clever women!"

They both laughed. And the days went on, and July melted into August, and August grew in grace, till the time came near for the coming of age of Miss Verinder, and if during these days there had been a hand pressure so slight as not to be worth resenting, or a look so nearly tender as to make a man's heart beat high with hope; if he had treasured the forgetmenots she gathered by the woodland pond and pressed them in the volume if Browning from which he had read to her in the woods, and if she kept a certain handkerchief, stained with poor little Troll's blood, in a locked sandalwood box, and took it out and laid it against her face, for all its blood stain, when no one else was by--all that concerned only the companion and the secretary, and no one else in all the wide world.

It was a bright noontide, and they walked through the woods, and presently they came to the wishing tree, with its two trunks growing from one root. "If we pass through the wishing tree," she said, "and wish as we go, the fairies will give us the wish of our hearts." So they went through, hand in hand, because the way was rough. As she passed out of it a bramble caught her dress, and he stooped to disentagle it, but the folds of her gown were electric, and his hands trembled. "How tiresome it is!" she said. "I believe that bramble will never let me go."

"Can you blame it?" he asked, looking up at her, and she turned her face away. They walked on. "A whole month," he said, "and seeing you every day! When did such good fortune ever before come to a poor secretary?" "Or to a humble companion? No, I don't mean that. But it has been pleasant." They walked in silence to the little gate that divided the woods from the grounds. Here they stopped, and she said, looking at him for a moment half shyly, half proudly: "Come in. I should like you to see the garden. All the smart people are coming tomorrow to keep the heiress' birthday." He hesitated, and she laughed. "Oh, we needn't go in sight of the house. The grounds are big enough."

He flushed and stammered in wordless denial of the thought she had read in him that his being seen with the companion might compromise her, and together they walked under the arching trees to the old lawn where the sundial stands. "This is where the tenants dance, I believe," she said, "and all the grand people dance with the cottager folks, which seems to me rather silly, for I am sure each set would rather dance with themselves. Lord Halibut is coming. Will you be here?" "I shall certainly come if Lord Halibut does. May I dance with you?" She laughed. "I don't think you know what dancing on turf is like. Besides probably our steps don't suit." "Let us try now," he said. He laid his arm on her waist. The next moment her hand was on his arm, and they were whirling down the lawn toward the sundial.

"What foolish people we are!" she said breathlessly, and half moved to pause. But his arm held her closer, and they waltzed to the end of the lawn,

past the sundial and into the shade of

the great copper beech, and there, before she had time to move her hand from his arm, both his arms were round her, and

he was raining kisses on her soft, flushed cheek. She shrank a little, and then laid her face softly against his, and put her hand up to his neck.

"Ah!" he said, "the wish is granted. I have my heart's desire."

"And I," she whispered softly. "You do love me, don't you?"

She clasped her hands behind his neck and hung back, looking at him at arm's length, with half ashamed, half

laughing eyes.

"Oh, yes. I love you, Lord Halibut," she said. He put his hands up and laid them on hers. "Then you know?" She laughed again. "I have known all the time. Your handkerchief at least was not ashamed of your name." Not one thought that was traitor to his love for her stirred in him at her confession. Lord Halibut knew true love when he saw it.

"Why did you deceive me?" she asked.

"Oh, the landscape painter idea, I

suppose!" he said. "The Lord of Bur-

leigh, and that sort of thing!"

She laughed once more. "The worst

of it is," she said, "that I have a vow

in heaven never to marry Lord Halibut."

"Surely Lord Halibut can absolve you from that if any one can!"

"I am glad you think so, for you have a vow--somewhere or other--not to marry Miss Verinder, and you, too, will need absolution. Take it from me"-- "Then you are--you are not Miss Smith?" Her dainty chin went up. "Now, do I look like it?" she said. "But why"-- "The landscape painter's part," she answered, "seems to be universally attractive!"

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.

STEELMAN & ENGLISH, Contractors AND Builders,

Ocean City, N. J. Plans, specifications and working drawings furnished. Jobbing promptly attended to.

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.

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.

BURIALS.

When thou has conqured in thine errant heart Evil desires, base passions bold or sly, Fighting them till death at last they yield,

Then bid oblivion bury them apart From all thy future and so let them lie In their own ignominious potter's field!

But when sweet aims and acts that now control Moods of warm human pity and helpful care Cease from thy days, by full achievement crowned. Bid memory build for these within thy soul A mausoleum of majesty as fair As any in earthly sculpture to be found! --Edgar Fawcett in Youth's Companion.

Jim and Judy.

From this I turned to listen to a very domestic confab between a Judy and her mate. She had just washed her face and made herself really pretty. Then she sat down on a bench close to her man and began to pet him. This bit of discourse followed.

"Just go and get a shave now, Jim. I'll give ye a wing (penny) if ye will, for the doin o't." "Bah! What's the matter uv my phiz anyhow?" "Naw. Ye doan' look purty. I can't love ye that way." "Blast yer love anyhow! Doan't keep a-naggin all the time." "Please, now, git a scrape. I'm all washed up. Ye mought look as decent as I do." "Lemme alone. I'm on the brain (I'm thinking)." "Well, ye mought have me on the brain a little more than ye do. Didn't I get ye out o' bein pinched the other day?" He looked at her, relented, patted her head and went for a shave. The surprise to me in all this was the genuine wifeliness of that Judy. She was probably as degraded as womankind ever gets to be, and yet she had enough humanity in her to be really in love.--"Two Tramps In England," by Josiah Flynt, in Century.

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., fur-

nished 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.

NOW OPEN FOR THE SEASON OF 1895. BELLEVUE HOT BATHS, SAMUEL SCHURCH, Boardwalk, between 7th and 8th Sts.

New Suits for surf bathing.

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.

NO NEED TO STUTTER. THERE IS A SWIFT AND EASY CURE WITH LASTING RESULTS. A Leading Specialist Says the Sufferer Can Cure Himself--The Way Is to Take a Long Breath Before Each Vowel, Open the Mouth Wide and Speak.

Stammering and stuttering are now permanently cured in New York by a simple method. These afflictions differ but slightly. In one case there is inability to pronounce certain words; in the other, certain sounds. Neither, according to a New York professor, who is a graduate of a German college for the

vocal organs, is a disease, but both are habits that will disappear under proper treatment.

The inability to talk plainly or to articulate except with great effort, when due to organic trouble or malformation, does not come under the head of stammering and is not within the scope of the stuttering specialist.

"The whole thing is very simple," said the professor, "so simple that you will smile when I tell you that the sole and only cause of stuttering and stammering is careless respiration. People who suffer from the impediment have only to pause, take in a long breath, and then, opening the mouth in the manner laid down in the charts used by elocutionists, pronounce the word sharply. Have you never noticed the remarkable fact that people who are inveterate stammerers are often accomplished vocalists? That is because in the act of singing respiration is done in a proper way.

"A novel fact is that the troubles of stammerers or stutterers lie entirely with the vowel sounds. Patients do not seem to understand this. In describing their cases they will tell me that they have difficulty in sounding 'p' or 'd.' That is where they are wrong. They sound the consonant all right, but stagger at the vowel. A patient comes to me, and I say to him, say 'papa.' He will commence p-p-p-p-p, oh, professor, I c-c-c-c-c-can't say p-p-p-papa.'

"It is at once apparent that his trouble lies with the vowel 'a.' Then the treatment commences. Standing before him, I suggest that he take a long breath through the partially closed mouth until the lungs are well filled, and then, at the moment of exhalation, following my direction, he opens the mouth in the proper manner, as indicated by a chart, and pronounces with me in a high, mechanical voice, 'paw-paw.' This is often repeated, the vowels being changed.

From words we pass on to sentences and so on to introduce in close connection all the vowel sounds. The respiration before each vowel sound is necessary.

The treatment therefore consists in form-

ing this habit. As the patient pupil pro-

gresses the length of this respiration is

reduced, the pronunciation is made in a

lower pitch and in a few weeks, rarely

over five, the most inveterate stutterer

can talk fluently and rapidly with no

sign of his former affliction. But eternal

vigilance is necessary.

"Should the apparently cured patient become careless and forget the necessity of respiration as taught him, he may relapse into his former state, and then his training must be done all over again. A boy 16 years of age was once brought to me. His was a stubborn case, but in six weeks I had him talking all right. Time passed on for two years. I frequently saw the boy at his father's house and was delighted with the cure. Last summer he came to my institute. He was as bad off as when I first met him.

"It seems that his father had sent him

on a short business trip to Europe, away

from the restraining influence of the father, whose ears were always alert for

any return of his son's affliction, and much disturbed, as he explained to me, by the noise of the vessel's machinery,

he became careless, and having once re-

lapsed he became worse every day, and was really forced to shorten his stay abroad and return to New York for treatment.

"He was a bright lad, who readily applied himself to my rules, and in a week he was all right again. As a matter of fact, he need not to have come back to me, but could have applied his old lessons with success. "The German government has long recognized the importance of rational treatment of vocal impediments, and school children afflicted in this manner are put through a regular course by graduates of the college at Frankfort, where this specialty is taught in the government employ. The German treatment is that of elementary training in elocution." The habit of imperfect respiration is generally found in connection with some diseases of childhood like the measles, but a most frequent cause is unconscious imitation. One stuttering child in a family will set all the others to struggling with the vowel sounds. An adult in conversation with a stutterer finds it difficult to speak without stammering.--New York Herald.

THE SICKROOM NURSE. Her Duties, Her Authority and Her Powers For Evil or Good. No person has greater power for evil or for good than has the nurse in the sickroom. Her actual authority is second to that of the physician, but her opportunities for exercising it are almost unlimited. If a physician in a country town wishes to secure a trained nurse, he should telegraph or write to the nurses' directory, or to some hospital or physician whom he knows, in the nearest adjacent city, stating for what sort of a case he will require a nurse, what

he will pay and when he will require her. Such a message should secure for him almost immediately whatever service he requires.

The traits of character which make

the ideal nurse are patience, obedience, tact and good sense and temper. The nurse's costume should consist fo a cambric or seersucker gown, with white cap, cuffs and apron. Woolen gowns should never be permitted in a sickroom. Her authority is absolute after the physician's. She must obey his instructions to the letter, even if they are against her judgment. She has no discretion in

the matter.

But the patient and the patient's family must obey her. She must never be allowed to disobey the physician's orders, and the first symptom of any such behavior should be reported immediately to the physician. All his instructions with reference to treatment, diet and care should be followed faithfully. The fact that her patient is a man should make no difference in her behavior in the sickroom. He is a patient, not a

man, and she is a nurse, not a woman.

Whenever a nurse disobeys a physician's orders or behaves in any manner which renders her dismissal advisable, the family or the patient should request the

doctor to discharge her at once and to supply her substitute. A word from him is sufficient to insure her departure.--

Ladies' Home Journal.

Easily Remedied.

"Say," said the city editor, "it seems

to me that this expression of yours about showing a clean pair of heels is not just the thing in a report of a bicycle race."

"All right," answered the lazy reporter. "Just stick in a 'w' and make it a clean pair of wheels."--Cincinnati Tribune.

The driest place in the world is that part of Egypt between the two lower falls of the Nile. Rain has never been known to fall there, and the inhabitants

do not believe travelers when told that water can fall from the sky.

The children of foreigners, as a rule, use English in preference to the language of their parents, especially after they begin to go to school.

What Caesar Said. A little girl lately asked her mother how to pronounce Caesar's famous laconic utterance. "I really don't know what to tell you," was the answer. "When I studied Latin, we said 'Veni, vidi, vici,' exactly as it is spelled. A few years later they began to use what was called the continental pronunciation and said, 'Veene, veede, veeke.' Now I fancy your collegiate sister would tell us that it was Weene, weede, weeke." The collegian was appealed to accordingly and announced: "No; there is a later way still. We say, 'Wainee, weedee, wechee,' for the very latest." As Lowell complained in his old age,

who can pretend to keep up with the gibberish into which the classics are being turned by modern teachers of them?

Fashion Changes. Mrs. Style--I want a hat, but it must be in the latest style.

Shopman--Kindly take a chair, madam, and wait a few minutes. The fashion is just changing.--London Tit-Bits.