VOL. XV.

OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, AUGUST 20, 1895. NO. 22.

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.)

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.

THE MAIDEN AND THE BIKE. Lovely maiden, Pretty wheel, 'Nough to make one's senses reel; Swiftly gliding Through the park, Where the lads and lasses spark. Man approaching--'Nother wheel--Maiden fear begins to reel; Tried to dodge him; All in vain, Rushes on as if insane. Then together Wheel and wheel Crash with shock that wrenches steel! Man takes header, Maid a flop, Both together take a drop. "Beg your pardon," Says the man With what heart and grace he can. "Clumsy creature," Shrieks the maid With a look like lemonade. Then uprising Full of ire, And her glances flashing fire, Wrathful maiden, Deadly wheel, Forth to other conquests steal. --Frank B. Welch in Detroit Free Press.

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

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.

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 Cty at 656 Asbury avenue every Tuesday.

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.

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.

Contractors and Builders. S. B. SAMPSON,

Contractor and Builder. No. 305 Fourth St. and 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. 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.

THE BULL MOOSE. An Adventure With One of These Animals When It Hunted the Hunter.

A correspondent writing from Mecunoma, Muskoka, gives an interesting account of an adventure which he had with a moose while employed in making a toboggan trail throughout one of the pine forests in that section of the country.

While engaged at work he came across a moose yard and on looking around saw one of the "giants of the forest" about 50 yards distant. The story of his encounter is perhaps best told in the correspondent's own words:

"After a moment," he writes, "the moose turned and walked behind a hill, which, though not high, was steep. I ran to the top with all speed, hoping to get a view of the lordly creature as he made his way through the bush. I could not see him at first, but on looking down the steep incline there he was, not ten yards away. He turned to make off, but striking his ribs against the projecting limb of a small hemlock he was thrown down and around the tree, and as he rose he faced me. It was now my turn to run, for the moose charged at me with erected mane, expressing his rage by a fierce bellow. In turning I stumbled, the ground being very uneven, and

his feet nearly came down on me as I

dodged among some trees. I tried to strike with my hatchet, the only weapon

I had, but did not succeed in injuring

my pursuer. With some difficulty, I at last got out into the deep snow where my snowshoes were of more use to me.

The moose still pursued me, roaring at intervals, and one who has not heard a moose roar can form but little idea of the terrible bellowing noise. After several attempts to strike me with his front feet he balked and stood about 20 yards

away pawing and roaring. I eagerly seized this opportunity to climb a tree, and soon after the animal turned and made off. Of all my adventures in the bush, and they number a few, the one I have just related came the nearest to being my death."--Montreal Witness.

WALLACE S. RISLEY,

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

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.

A CAPTURE.

Billy Sims was enjoying that period of rest and peace which comes to a man when his wife and family go to the seaside and leave him in possession of the house. Then a person can stay out as late as he likes. He may smoke in any room in the house. He may even go to bed with his boots on if it so pleases him. Billy had expected to stay at the sea for a couple of weeks, but a telegram had recalled him to town after being a day or two away, and he came joyfully back, for the sea bored him, and there was nothing lively going on at the resort his family had chosen. Before he left town Billy had told the police of his suburb that the house would be closed for a fortnight, and he asked them to keep an eye on the premises. Billy's faith in the force was somewhat shaken when he unexpectedly returned, found he had left his latchkey at Marineville and was thus compelled to climb in a window after midnight, yet no notice was taken of him. He got out in the same way next morning and telegraphed for his keys. He roamed all over the house with a lighted candle at various periods of the night, but the guardians of the peace never disturbed him, and Billy made up his mind that the next time he went away he would take out a burglar insurance and not trouble the guardians who guarded so carelessly. On Saturday afternoon Billy, having a day off, took a day on, as it were, and went for a long spin through the country on his bicycle. He had dinner at a wayside inn and got home late and tired. Putting his machine in its shed, he entered the house, poured out for himself a glass of cooling stimulants, and rested his weary body in his most comfortable armchair, sipping the gratifying mixture in accordance with the directions on the bottle. The house was very quiet, and soon Billy dropped off to sleep. He woke up suddenly and found everything still very quiet and very dark as well, yet he had the feeling within him that he had been awakened by a noise. He listened intently, sitting still in the comfortable chair, and presently the chandelier above his head gave a slight rattle, as it was in the habit of doing when some one was walking in the room overhead. Billy did not believe in ghosts, for he was a newspaper man and could hardly be said to believe in anything. Again the chandelier jingled, yet there was no noise of a footstep overhead, and it dawned upon Billy's scarcely awakened faculties that whoever was above him was going around in his stocking feet, trying to be as silent as possible. Billy regretted that he did not own such a thing as a revolver, for he felt convinced that at last burglars were in the house. He vaguely saw himself writing an account of the incident, headed: "Desperate Encounter With a Burglar. Heroic Conduct of a Suburban Householder." Fired by this thought, and in spite of the distinct creeping of his scalp which we exaggerate into terming the sensation of the hair standing on end, Billy grasped the poker that lay on the floor by his chair and cautiously crept out into the hall, making his way like a cat up the stair, fervently hoping that no step would creak. At the landing above Billy peered into the bedroom from which the light issued and was appalled to see, not one burglar, but three. This exceeded Billy's most ardent expectations. He had been prepared for a desperate encounter with one, especially if he could have crept in on him and landed on his head with the poker before the burglar was aware that there was anybody else in the house, but a fight with three was too much of a good thing. One of them would be certain to have a pistol, which would make things even more interesting. Glad as he would be to have an exclusive item for his paper, he had no desire to have some one else write it up and head it, "Dastardly Murder of a Reporter in Lonelyville." There are some sacrifices that a man does not care to make, even for his paper. Moderation in all things was Billy's motto. The burglars had evidently come to the conclusion that there was no one in the house, for no guard was set. They moved about quietly, bbut that merely came from long practice in an arduous occupation where there was such night work and little thanks from a callous public. Billy did not pause to think that these men had no Saturday night off, and that they were most industrious while other people were sound asleep. We generally think that our own particular occupation has the most drawbacks, giving little heed to the discomforts of others.

One man was holding a bag open and the other two were creeping about filling the receptacle with various articles prized by connoissures and collectors. "I think we've got as much as we can carry," whispered the man who was holding the bag. This remark caused Billy to reflect that if he was going to do anything in the matter it was time to set about it. So he emulated the conduct of the celebrated Duke of York, who marche dmen up the hill and straightaway marched them down again. Billy crept down the stair with the unused poked still in his fist. He realized that if he went to the police station, which was some distance away, the burglars would be gone before help came. Then the brilliant idea occurred to him that he might follow the thieves silently on his bicycle, mark their lair, come with an ample police force at his back and capture the whole outfit, thus earning the eternal gratitude of the entire neighborhood. "Clever Capture of a Band of Burglars--The Silent Cycle Follows Them to Their Rendezvous." Billy got his machine out from its shed, noiselessly unlocked the back gate, closed it again as silently as he had opened it and waited in the shadow of a tree across the way. In a very few moments the burglars came out, each carrying a bag. They peered up and down the deserted street, and then slipped out, walking rapidly away together. Billy had no difficulty in following them. His only trouble was the street lamps, which he avoided as well as he could by keeping on the opposite side of the road from them. He hoped he would meet a policeman, so that he might give the alarm, and his wish was gratified. The officer stepped unexpectedly out from beside a tree, and he grasped Billy by the arm.

"Why are you cycling out at this time of night without your lamp lit?" "My lamp lit, you fool!" gasped Billy, taken by surprise, and therefore not having time to choose his language with the care a man should use when addressing so important a personage as a policeman. "How the ---- could I chase burglars with a lit lamp?" "That's all very fine," said the officer. "I've heard that kind of a story before. A man doesn't get up and dress himself in a full bicycling suit to chase burglars at 2 in the morning." "But I slept in my bicycling suit, you ass!" protested Billy, feeling, as he said it, that it sounded rather thin and unbelievable in the keen morning air. "I'll report the language you are using to the magistrate," said the policeman calmly, knowing the whole machinery of the law was with him. "My house has been burglarized," cried Billy. "The three thieves passed you with their swag, and I don't suppose you ever saw them. Precious lot of good you idiots are, not only letting the rascals slip, but arresting a man who is robbed and who is trying to do the work you are paid for doing." "Come and tell all this to the officer on duty at the station. You're bicycling without a lamp at night, and that's all I have to deal with, and I'm going to deal with it."

Billy broke into language that was both deplorable and indefensible, but the policeman merely noted it down and took the unfortunate man to the station. Billy speedily convinced the night man at the police station that a mistake had been made, and two of the three were sent to investigate. They reported that the house had been burglarized with neatness and dispatch, but the burgling birds had flown. The magistrate told Billy next morning that if he had been more moderate in his talk his miscarriage of justice might not have happened. He should not use such langauge, the magistrate said, and when Billy asked what else he could have used, seeing that he had no club with him, the magistrate remarked that he would fine him for contempt of court if he tried his flippancy on the bench. So the item appeared as "Burglary at Lonelyville," and another paragraph stated that Billy Sims, a well known journalist, had been fined for riding about the streets at 2 in the morning on a bicycle with an unlit lamp, and that Billy was supposed to have been intoxicated at the time, whereas the truth was that the magistrate let Billy off with the reprimand aforementioned. As the police have not yet succeeded in capturing the thieves, although they are always coming on a new and gratifying clew, Billy thinks this is a hard world.--Luke Sharp in Detroit Free Press.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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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.

L. S. SMITH, CONTRACTOR IN

Grading, Graveling and Curbing.

PAINTING BY CONTRACT OR DAY.

Eighth St. and Asbury Ave.,

OCEAN CITY, N. J.

Bakers, Grocers, Etc. JACOB SCHUFF, (Successor to A. E. Mahan,)

THE PIONEER BAKERY,

No. 703 Asbury Avenue, OCEAN CITY, N. J. Fresh Bread, Pies and Cakes daily. Wedding Cakes a specialty. Orders delivered free of charge. Nothing delivered on Sunday.

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.

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.

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.

LIKE A RIDE ON AN EARTHQUAKE. The Sensation Produced by an Elephant Running Away. Nothing but a ride on an earthquake could be compared to the sensation of being run away with by an elephant. Nothing stops his wild rush, and he does not swerve for an obstacle, but goes straight at it. A few shakes fling off everything on his back, and the rider has but a second or two in which to make up his mind which overhanging branch he will cling to or if he will risk throwing himself off. A broken neck would be the certain consequence of remaining. As for stopping him, somebody has well said that you might as well try to stop a runaway locomotive by pulling with your walking stick on the funnel as to seek to check an elephant at such a moment with the goad. By stroking an elephant's lip in a certain manner you can make it pur like a huge grimalkin till the earth shakes beneath your feet. When it is afraid or angry, it squeaks like an unoiled hinge. But when it suddenly jumps aside like a flea you imagine for a moment that the ultimate terrestrial cataclysm has gone off. The Malays never wholly trust their elephants and were nervous at my familiarities with mine, a sweet tempered old female on which I rode hundreds of miles. During the midday halt I used to call her up, and she would come and stand with one foot on each side of my chest as I lay on my back and fed her with bananas. I wa never angry with her but once, when she tried to kill the cook. On one occasion a little elephant of our party, running behind its mother, teased her beyond endurance, and she turned and gave him a shove that landed him feet uppermost at the bottom of a deep brook. For two hours he screamed like a steam whistle while we were all engaged in getting him out.

Every night when we reached camp and the loads were taken off each driver

would hobble his beast by tying its front legs together with rattan so that it could only hop with both together. Then a huge wooden bell was hung around its neck, and it was turned loose to wander in the jungle. All night long the faint dong, dong of these bells made a mournful noise around the camp. At daybreak each driver tracked his elephant by the sound, often going many miles for him.--Atlanta Constitution.

Working Up a Climax. As he entered the barber shop (he was a prominent official of the Deluth road,

very prominent, so near the top that he

might be described as the top itself), he sat down in the chair and the barber went to work on his well domed poll.

The barber was a cheerful man, fond of social intercourse and rather prided

himself on his powers as a conversationalist. So when he felt the head of the Duluth official with his taper fingers, he thought he would astonish and please him with some conversation and perhaps the official would in turn write out a ten years' pass on a piece of shaving soap. So the barber was light and merry, learned and philosophical by turns, and was well pleased with the expression that stole over the official's face, so full of approbation was it. He knew that he would handle a pour boire of a quarter, if he did not get the pass. He was determined to please, and when the official asked him if he had any cotton handy the barber said he thought he had. He sent quickly to a store and secured a small supply of the cotton, and giving it to the official that gentleman took two small fragments and put them in his ears. Then the barber thought of Casey at the bat.--St. Paul Dispatch.

THE STORY OF A POULTICE. After They Got It on the Boy Had Something to Say.

Family discipline is still maintained in some American families, as of course it ought to be in all. The Rehoboth Herald furnished an instance. A small boy got a sliver in his foot, accoring to The Herald, and his mother expressed her intention of putting a poultice on the wound. The boy, with the natural foolishness which is bound up in the heart of a child, objected to the proposed remedy.

"I won't have any poultice," he declared. "Yes, you will," said both mother and grandmother firmly. The majorty was two to one against him, and at bedtime the poultice was ready. The patient was not ready. On the contrary, he resisted so stoutly that a switch was brought into requisition. It was arranged that the grandmother should apply the poultice, while the mother, with uplifted stick, was to stand at the bedside. The boy was told that if he "opened his mouth" he would receive something that would keep him quiet. The hot poultice touched his foot, and he opened his mouth. "You"--he began. "Keep still," said his mother, shaking her stick, while the grandmother applied the poultice. Once more the little fellow opened his mouth. "I"-- But the uplifted switch awed him into silence.

In a minute more the poultice was firmly in place, and the boy tucked into bed. "There, now," said his mother. "The old sliver will be drawn out, and Eddie's foot will be all well." The mother and grandmother were moving triumphantly away when a shrill voice piped from under the bedclothes: "You've got it on the wrong foot."

A Distinguished Female Clergyman. In all probability the most distinguished female clergyman in this country is Rev. Phebe A. Hanaford, at present a resident of Gotham. She is not occupying a pulpit, however, and it is hardly possible she ever will again.

Rev. Hanaford for almost 30 years has

been an ordained minister in successful charge of a number of congregations.

Dr. Hanaford is a member of Sorosis and a well known writer and lecturer as well as minister. She has the honor to be the pioneer of women in the sacred desk in this country, as she was the first ordained woman minister in America and the fourth in the world.--Philadelphia Press.

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.

A Way They Have In Sweden.

A domestic who had recently arrived in Chicago from Sweden was instructed to boil some potatoes for bread making purposes. She put them in the wash boiler with some clothes, and upon be-

ing taken to task for it, explained that this was the custom in Sweden; that in this way the housewife starched her clothes, while at the same time preparing the potatoes for bread making.--Chicago Times-Herald.

His Occupation.

The street car was crowded, and as it turned a corner sharply a man who was

standing in the aisle made a grab at a strap, but missed it, and involuntarily embraced a sharp faced young woman standing near him.

"Oh, I beg your pardon," he said. "Sir," she exclaimd, "you are a boor." "No, madam," rejoined the penitent offender, "I am not. I am a newspaper man." "You are, hey?" was the contemptuous rejoinder. "What do you do about a newspaper office, I'd like to know?" "I am the pressman." The sharp faced young woman turned a little redder, but she didn't say anything more.--Chicago Tribune.

Loved Her Horse.

Clement Scott, the London dramatic

critic, says that he was once threatened with a libel suit for saying that a cer-

tain actress who caracoled on the stage on a seedy looking circus bred quaruped "rode a horse with pink eyes." "Abuse me as much as you like," said the fair litigant, "but don't say that my horse has pink eyes."

Pope Leo's Instructions. When investigating the Vatican records, Pope Leo XIII said to Dom Gasquet, the librarian, "Publish everything of interest; everything, whether it tends

to the discredit or credit of the ecclesiastical authorities, for you may be sure that if the gospels had been written in

one day the treachery of Judas and the denial of St. Peter would have been suppressed for fear of scandalizing weak consciences." So Lord Halifax told the English church union the other day.

Caught Their Ears. The new canon of Westminster was once terribly interrupted by the incessant coughing of his conregation. Whereon he suddenly paused in his sermon and interjected the remark, "Last night I was dining with the Prince of Wales." The effect was miraculous, and a deathly silence reigned as the preacher continued: "As a matter of fact, I was not dining with the Prince of Wales last night, but with my own family. I am glad, however, to find that I have at last secured your attention."

In 764 the cold at Constantinople was so severe that the Black sea was frozen for 50 miles from the shore. A lie is often told without saying a word, by putting rotten apples in the bottom of the basket.--Ram's Horn.