VOL. XV. OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, AUGUST 15, 1895. NO. 20. 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.

TO DIVA, WHO WOULD MARRY HIM. How shall I thank thee for the bounteous grace, The loving kindness that would make me free To gaze forever on my Diva's face, A citizen of heaven eternally, In that clear paradise of thine to know Things I but dimly surmise here below? But surely, Diva, greatly as I long To drink the deep delights of that abode--Surely I have not sung my latest song, Drained my last cup and trod the allotted road? Why in so fierce a hurry to translate Me from the mundane to the immortal state? Diva, 'tis fair indeed, 'tis passing fair, This bad, unblest, probationary time; I know the purer joys that wait elsewhere, Above, beyond this planet's grief and grime, But grant me one sweet respite ere I try Those other blisses, lest they be too high.--Pall Mall Gazette.

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

Restaurants.

MARSHALL'S

DINING ROOMS

FOR LADIES AND GENTS.

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.

DR. WALTER L. YERKES, DENTIST,

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

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.

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.

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.

A MAN OF RESOURCES. This Dentist Was Willing to Accomodate His Patron. The dentist didn't want to talk shop, he said, but he thought the story worth telling, so he told it. "Not long ago,"

he said, "a western railroad president came to New York, and one evening was invited to dine with some of his friends here. The dinner was a particularly jolly affair, and when the western man reached his hotel he was in a mer-

ry mood. It was his custom to place his set of false teeth under the pillow every

night just before going to bed, and he

was certain he had done so on this particular evening. Nevertheless in the he was unable to find them.

Searching high and low in the room was of no avail, and finally he came to met for a new set.

"'How long will it take you to make them?' he asked. I told him four or five days. 'Can't listen to anything like that,' he replied. 'I'll give you triple money to make them in 24 hours.' You see people from Chicago think that money laughs at everything, even time. "All my arguing with the old fellow did no good, so I set to work on his teeth. In the meantime, however, I told my assistant to hasten around to the old man's hotel and make a scientific search of his room. The westerner insisted that he had drunk no more wine than usual at dinner, but I was satisfied that he was deceiving himself. I had not been long at the preliminary measurements when my assistant called me out and handed me the teeth. He had found them in the pillowcase, where the owner had put them instead of under the pillow. "I returned the teeth and the railroad man was so overjoyed that he did not cancel the order, but told me to go ahead with the teeth. They might come in handy some time, he said. He even unbent so far as to admit that perhaps, after all, he had drunk a glass of wine too much the night before, and when I sent him my bill I received a check for double the amount from him."--New York Tribune.

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.

JOSEPH F. HAND,

ARCHITECT,

CONTRACTOR AND BUILDER, Ocean City, N. J. Plans, Specifications and Working Drawings furnished. Estimates given on Application. Satisfaction guaranteed.

WALLACE S. RISLEY,

REAL ESTATE

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

Nicholas Corson, CARPENTER AND BUILDER,

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

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.

A QUEER ANIMAL. The Australian Duckbill Carries a Sting In One Leg. Australia certainly holds the palm for queer and uncouth animals. Chief among these is the duckbill, or ornithorhynchus, which Sidney Smith described as "a kind of mole with webbed feet and the bill of a duck, which agitated Sir Joseph Banks and rendered him miserable from his utter inability to decide whether it was a bird or a beast." It was only recently that it was proved beyond a doubt that this curious animal lays eggs like a bird, though this had long been reported by travelers. Now comes the news that it has a sting on its hind leg, capable of killing by its poisonous effects. We quote from The Lancet:

"For a long time it was considered to be quite harmless and destitute of any weapon of offense, although the hind

legs of the males were armed with a powerful spur, apparently connected with a gland. Then the opinion was advanced that this might be a weapon allied to the poisonous armory of snakes, scorpions and bees, all of which possess a sort of hypodermic poison syringe. Though one set of observers asserted that this was the case, another set denied it, and so Dr. Stuart determined, if pos-

sible, to solve the question. He received two independent accounts, which coindided perfectly, and from them he concludes that at certain seasons, at all events, the secretion is virulently poi-

sonous. The mode of attack is not by scratching, but by lateral inward movements of the hind legs. Two cases are reported in dogs. One dog was 'stung' three times, the symptoms much resembling those from bee or hornet poison. The dog was evidently in great pain and very drowsy, but there were no tremors, convulsions or staggering. It is worthy of note that a certain immunity seems obtainable, for the dog suffered less on the second occasion and still less on the third. Two cases of men being wounded are reported, in both of which the animals were irritated, one by being shot and handled, the other by being handled only; the symptoms were the same as in the dog. No deaths are reported in human beings, but four in dogs."--Literary Digest.

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.

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

L. S. SMITH, CONTRACTOR IN

Grading, Graveling, and

Curbing.

PAINTING BY CONTRACT OR DAY.

Eighth St. and Asbury Ave.,

OCEAN CITY, N. J.

Bakers, Grocers, Etc.

JACOB SCHUFF,

(Successor to A. E. Mahan,)

THE PIONEER BAKERY,

No. 706 Asbury Avenue,

OCEAN CITY, N. J. Fresh Bread, Pies and Cakes daily. Wedding Cakes a specialty. Orders delivered free of charge. Nothing delivered on Sunday.

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.

A DEAD SHOT. They called him Tex in lieu of any reliable information as to his proper patronymic, and he bobbed up in that miscellaneous assortment of humanity that flocked to Leadville in the first flush of the silver excitement. Tex as an Apollo of the plains, a mere boy, with long yellow curls, blue eyes and a woman's complexion and with a frame that towered six feet in his stockings. He had been a member of an immigrant train in his tenderer years, which the Indians had attacked, and wiped out of existence. Tex had been adopted by the tribe and had spend some years in this savage society, until General McHenry, commanding regular troops, one day swooped down on the camp and seized Tex and restored him to civilization. And then Tex became a cowboy. That was his history down to the time that he went to Leadville and became a familiar figure about the gambling houses. Everybody, with the possible exception of the parson and a few women and children in camp, in those days wooed the fickle goddess of fortune in roulette or at faro, poker and even keno, and Tex's occupation as a professional gambler did not lower his social standing by one degree. As a matter of fact, Tex was a great favorite. He was a big, kind hearted boy, with a quiet manner and good natured smile, but, withal, a man--a man, too, capable of being aroused at times and in that condition one of the most dangerous men in the west. One day Tex sat down in The Gold Room, a propular resort on Chestnut street, to a little game of poker. The stakes were high, and Tex was steadily losing. When he discovered that his partner was playing with a double deck Tex put his hand on the jack pot and called the other a cur. That party whipped out a six shooter, but lay dead in his tracks with a bullet hole through his heart before he could bring his pistol to a level. Tex was such an expert

with his gun!

Bret Harte relates that the gamblers in Tuttle's grocery calmly continued

their game the day that French Pete

and Kanaka Joe shot each other to death over the bar in the front room. The

game in The Gold Room on this occasion

must have been less absorbing in interest, for the crowd made a rush for Tex, who calmly turned around at the door and quietly advised his pursuers to resume their peaceful occupations at the table if they did not want to fill a com-

mon grave over on the other side of Capitol hill. And very wisely the crowd

acted on Tex's advice. And so the matter apparently blew over without any serious annoyance to the young man, who continued to walk the streets in his leisurely way, obviously none the worse in conscience for having assisted in the premature taking of a dishonest gambler. How many men Tex in his short but eventful career had killed nobody knew, but his bearing on this occasion indicated that he was no novice. He was greeted respectfully by passers, and he smiled as benevolently and kindly upon those he cared to notice as though the process of shooting a man through the heart was an accepted act of ethical propriety. And nothing more would have come of it if people had not begun to twit Town Marshal O'Connor on his failure to do his duty. The marshal had no hankering after Tex's society, no vaulting ambition to arrest him. Tex had been somewhat informal in his administration of justice. He might have waited for his opponent to shoot first and then allowed the regularly elected justice of the peace to try the case afterward, but Tex, in his youthful inexperience and very vague acquaintance with the properties of civilization, had not stopped to think of that. A cold deck and a suggestive movement toward the seat of war on the part of an adversary had always been his signal for prompt action, and his triggerless six shooter had on such occasions always been the arbiter of justice, from which no appeal lay. The merciless twitting to which O'Connor was subjected had made it necessary for him to do something to maintain the dignity of the law. When Tex that evening walked into The Gold Room, O'Connor was there. They saw each other at a glance. O'Connor leisuely walked toward Tex, and the boy fastened his keen eyes upon him as though he would read his thoughts. "Tex," said the marshal, "you've killed Skinner, and you know what I've got to do with you."

"Arrest me?" said Tex quietly. The conversation was conducted in subdued tones. "Don't try it," continued Tex. "I like you, and I haven't got a thing against you. I don't want to kill you, O'Connor. Now you go about your business and leave me alone. When the grand jury meets you'll find me right here in The Gold Room, and I'll go with you and stand trial, but I won't be arrested." "But, Tex," said the marshal, "I've got to do my duty." "And I've got to do mine," said Tex. "I done it this morning when I drilled a hole through Skinny, and I'll do it whenever a man puts a hand on me. I ain't spoiling for a fight, specially with you, O'Connor, and if you see your duty make sure that it is to let me alone. Now go away and don't trouble yourself any more about me." Tex turned to go away, but in turning he saw the marshal draw his pistol. There was a quick, sharp report, a puff of smoke, and O'Connor lay writhing on the floor in his blood. Again the large gambling room was in a state of commotion. Tables were upturned, and loud voices could be distinguished above the din, shouting: "Kill him!" "Shoot him!" There was a general rush in the direction where Tex had stood, but the boy had disappeared. Then it was that Leadville experienced a moral revulsion. When men could no longer sit down to a beguiling game of stud poker or watch the cards as they were silently slipped from the case by the nimble fingers of the faro dealer without being disturbed by the crack of pistols and the accompanying acts of violence and bloodshed it was time to make a few examples and readjust the moral standard of the community. How much greater was the necessity when, as on this occasion, men made free with the executive hand of justice in the person of the marshal, whose only offense had been that of trying to cage a flagrant violator of the peace and maintain the dignity of the law, even what little there was of it. But Tex could nowhere be found. Sheriff Tucker began to take the case in hand. He and his deputies scoured the town from one end to the other. They visited all of Tex's resorts and calling places, but none had seen him after the shooting. At last Tucker heard that he had left town on horseback. He was probably far over the divide by this time, but Tucker was not the sort of man to be easily discouraged. He and a deputy, whose aim was as accurate as his own, and whose courage was something to be banked on in all emergencies, started in pursuit. They had better horses than the animal Tex was riding, and they were soon on the boy's trail. Then began one of the hottest pursuits that was ever known. By daylight they were in sight of the fugitive, catching a faroff glimpse of him as he waved his sombrero at them just as he slipped over the crest of a range of hills. Both parties had changed horses several times.

At one place Tex had traded his broken down broncho for a buggy horse, paying

the difference that the owner asked

without haggling about the price. Then he had traded the buggy horse for a Ute pony that would try to run up a hill as fast as he ran down, and whose spirit nothing could conquer but death. Once they were perceptibly gaining on him and tried a few shots that fell short.

Just as they thought they were going to close in on him and were putting

their horses to their best Tex waved his sombrero over his head, standing erect in the saddle, and gave such an unearthly yell that the poor pony was frightened into a convulsive effort that carried him beyond the range of vision of Tucker and his man. Yet on they pressed, around the shoulder of a hill, and there they saw their man--at their mercy.

His broncho had broken his neck stumbling over a bowlder. Tex had been thrown down, but was too expert a rider not to find his feet. His revolved had been hurled down a bank and was beyond reach. His pursuers were upon him, and the business end of two revolvers were ominously directed against his breast. Tex made a bounding leap down the bank. "Crack, crack!" spoke two revolvers, but the bullets missed. The next instant Tex had got possession of his revolver, but the leap had broken his wrist, and the sheriff and his man had the drop on him. "Tex," shouted Tucker, "throw up your hands! We've got you."

"Shoot, d--n you, shoot!"

He tried to level his own gun, but his wrist was limp, and before he could change it to his left hand there was an almost simultaneous report of two pistols, and a pair of bullets had passed into his heart. Tex fell heavily on his side, and as the sheriff and his deputy saw that they had done their work well they watched him. "Take the pot!" gasped Tex, and died.--Washington Post.

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.

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

TREATMENT BY INHALATION! 1529 Arch St., Philad'a, Pa. For Consumption, Asthama, Bronchitis, Dyspepsia, Catarrh, Hay Fever, Headache, Debility, Rheumatism, Neuralgia, And all Chronic and Nervous Disorders. It has been in use for nearly a quarter of a century. Thousands of patients have been treated, and more than 1000 physicians have used it and recommended it. It is agreeable. There is no nauseous taste, nor aftertaste, nor sickening smell. We give below a few of the great number of testimoninals which we are constantly receiving from those who have tried it, published with the express permission in writing of the patients. "Please accept my sincere gratitude for the restored life of happiness and health and vigor and usefulness that the Compound Oxygen has certainly given me. "While I was always considered a healthy child, I was known to be dyspeptic from babyhood. It was inherited. For two years I was confined almost constantly to the lounge. For more than four years I did not know a moment free from pain. All this time dyspepsia continued is ravages, except when temporarily relieved, and aggravated other serious disorders. My friends and physicians thought I would not recover. To-day I am entirely cured of dyspepsia, can enjoy articles of food that I never dared use before in all my life. For the past year I have been up and going in ease and health, with sufficient vigor to take some part in domestic work of the most laborious nature. As my strength continues to improve, since leaving off Oxygen, I feel that I can conscientiously recommend the treatment, not only to cure (provided the doctors' directions are observed), but to be lasting in its beneficial effects. "MISS JAMIE MAGRUDER, "Oak Hill, Florida." "The Oxygen Treatment you sent me for C. O. Harris, a year ago, one of my missionaries from West Africa, whose life was in jeopardy on account of lung trouble and a severe cough, he now testifies has greatly benefited him. He has entirely recovered his health, married a wife, returned to his work in Africa, and taken his wife with him. Bishop WILLIAM TAYLOR, 150 Fifth Avenue, New York, N. Y. "Compound Oxygen.. Its Mode of Action and Results" is the title of a book

of 200 pages published by Drs. Starkey & Palen,

which gives to all inquirers full information as to this remarkable curative agent, and a record of surprising cures in a wide range of cases--many of them after being abandoned to die by other physicians. Will be mailed free to any address on application.

Drs. STARKEY & PALEN,

1529 Arch St., Philadelphia, Pa. 120 Sutter St., San Francisco, Cal. Please mention this paper.

The Bible. The Bible contains 3,566,480 letters, 810,697 words, 31,175 verses, 1,189 chapters and 66 books; longest chapter is the 199th Psalm; the shortest and middle chapter is the 117th Psalm; the middle verse is the eighth of the 188th Psalm. The longest name is in the eighth chapter of Isaiah. The word "and" occurs 46,627 times. The thirty-

seventh chapter of Isaiah and the nineteenth chapter of the second book of Kings are alike. The longest verse is the ninth of the eighth chapter of Esther; the shortest the thirty-fifth of the eleventh chapter of John. The twenty-first verse of the seventh chapter of Ezra is the only one of the entire collection

which contains every letter in the alphabet. The word "Lord," or its equivalent, "Jehovah," occurs 7,698 times in the Old Testament, or, to be more exact, the word "Lord" occurs 1,853 times and the word "Jehovah" 5,845 times.

The word "God" does not occur in the

book of Esther.--St. Louis Republic.

The Color In Irish Verse. Of course there is no deficiency of lo-

cal color in such a book. We hear much

of the "Suggarth aroon," the "Tubber-

na-Scorney," the "Cushla Macree" and other things are eminently Irish. Now, the "Suggarath aroon" is a capital fish,

especially when served with "sauce

Hollandaise," and all the world knows that the "Tubber-na-Scorney" is one of

the most picturesque of the ancient symbolic Irish customs. Still the merely

Saxon reader, who is not familiar with

the Irish language, is sometimes "maire bhan astorred" when he comes across a poem plentifully sprinkled with Irish expressions, with the exception, of course, of such a universally understood remark as "Begorrah," or that touching phrase of endearment, "Faugh a bal-

laugh."--W. L. Alden in Idler.

THE BARBER'S REVENGE. A Tale of a Talkative Tonsorial Artist and His Gruff Customer. As he threw himself back into the embrace of the cushioned chair of a Union square barber shop he scowled fiercely at the barber and buried his face in the newspaper. But the barber didn't mind the ugly opening. He leaned over, garroted the tonsorial patient with a towel and painted his face with lather. When he had flipflapped a razor once or twice along the strop he began mildly:

"Nice day, sir."

"Oh, is it?" answered the other. The barber looked startled, but he tried again. "Paper says we're gonig to have nice weather now." "Thanks," was the answer. "I know how to read myself."

At this rebuff the barber kept silence. But he shaved against the grain,

tweaked the other's nose and daubed soap into the corner of his mouth. The gruff man swore softly, the barber

smiled, and as a final act of violence

grabbed the other by the top of the scalp

and twisted his head until the cervical vertabrae creaked again.

"Say," cried the gruff man, "my head ain't no roulette wheel." But still the barber shaved on in silence. He shaved and shaved, scraping the skin so close that it showed ragged under the blade. Then, leaning over, he grabbed a handful of raw and tender skin and rolled it between his fingers until the other groaned aloud. As the tear drops stole down the scarified face,

the barber administered the final taunt:

"Do you shave yourself, sir?" "No," roared the gruff man, leaping

up in the chair, "I shave my grand-

mother and sister's nieces."

Then he buried his face in the paper and the barber smiled and smiled and smiled, while he rubbed alum into the sore spots on the victim's chin.

Unjust Fate. "Here is another one of them plutes," said Mr. Dismal Dawson, "in the paper that says he never was so happy as when he was working by the day." "Well?" ventured Mr. Everett Wrest, with languid interest. "Well, yousay? W'y, it is jist this. Here is a feller that really likes work rollin in more money than he kin count, and here is you and me, that money would do some good. I guess you know where we are at without no furder

words."--Cincinnati Tribune.

Thought She Was Safe. Judge--Your age? Lady--Thirty years.

Judge (incredulously)--You will have

some difficulty in proving that.

Lady--(excitedly)--You'll find hard

to prove the contrary, as the church register which tonained the entry of my

name was burned in the year 1845.--Texas Siftings.

Wedded Bliss. Friend--Are you happy? Bride--Very. Almost every day I hear some other girl who should have jumped at the chance to marry my husband.--Detroit Tribune.

Stratagems of Parisian Shoplifters.

Outside one of the big Paris stores, there were lately grouped a lady, a nursemaid with a baby in her arms and an inspector of police in the execution of his duty. The lady had just been given into custody on a charge of unlawful sampling off the counters. She was protesting her innocence in the most eloquent and moving terms. The nurse-

maid was too far gone for words, but she sobbed in a highly effective manner upon the baby's shoulder. The great heart of the people that stood around was stirred. It found voice anon in cries against the inspector.

Abused indeed he might have been had he not shrewdly and suddenly un-waterproofed his prisoner, for underneath she was all overproof, fluttering

with fans and fancy articles, festooned with lace and ribbons and fallals of all

sorts and hung round with natty boots

and neat umbrellas. It was a sight to give the abusers pause. A certain revulsion of feeling in favor of constituted

authority began to set in. But when con-

stituted authority proceeded to uncloak

the nursemaid also and she in her agitation let the baby fall a roar of execration arose from the bystanders, for the baby fell upon its head and stove it in.

The inspector had to go down upon his knees and pick up the fragments of that fractured skull and show them around. Then there arose another sort of roar. Fragments of wax they were. The very baby was a shoplift.--Pall Mall Gazette.