VOL. XV. OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 19, 1895. NO. 25.

Ocean City Sentinel. PUBLISHED WEEKLY AT OCEAN CITY, N. J., BY R. C. ROBINSON, Editor and Proprietor. $1.00 per year, strictly in advance. $1.50 at end of year.

Attorneys-at-Law. MORGAN HAND,

ATTORNEY AND COUNSELLOR AT LAW

Solicitor, Master and Examiner in Chancery Supreme Court Commissioner, Notary Public, CAPE MAY C. H., N. J. (Opposite Public Buildings.)

LAW OFFICES

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

Physicians, Druggists, Etc. DR. J. S. WAGGONER, RESIDENT Physician and Druggist, NO. 731 ASBURY AVENUE, OCEAN CITY, N. J. Pure Drugs, Fine Stationery, Confectionery, Etc., constantly on hand.

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 Ciy every Wednesday at office on Eighth street near station.

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

Restaurants. MARSHALL'S DINING ROOMS FOR LADIES AND GENTS, No. 1321 Market Street, Three Doors East of City Hall, PHILADELPHIA.

STRICTLY TEMPERANCE. MEALS TO ORDER FROM 6 A. M. TO 8 P. M. Good Roast Dinners, with three Vegetables, for 25 cents. Turkey or Chicken Dinners, 35 cents. Ladies' Room up-stairs with home-like comforts. PURE SPRING WATER.

OPEN ALL NIGHT.

T. C. HUTCHINSON, M. D. Homeopathist. Tenth St. and Asbury Ave., OCEAN CITY, N. J. Resident Physician. Late of Phila.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

GEO. A. BOURGEOIS & SON, Carpenters and Builders, OCEAN CITY, N. J. Estimates given. Buildings erected by contract or day.

G. P. MOORE, ARCHITECT, BUILDER, AND PRACTICAL SLATER,

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

D. GALLAGHER,

DEALER IN

FINE FURNITURE, 43 South Second Street, PHILADELPHIA, PA.

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.

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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.

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.

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. Wheelweight shop attached. Net screens a specialty. Residence, West below 12th St. Mill, corner 10th and West.

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His Gentle Hint. Mr. Spriggins (gently)--My dear, a Kensington man was shot at a burglar and his life was saved by a button which the bullet struck. Mrs. Spriggins--Well, what of it? Mr. Spriggins (meekly)--Nothing, only the button must have been on [?]

Plumbers, Steam Fitters, Etc. J. T. BRYAN, Practical Plumber and Gas Fitter, No. 1007 Ridge Ave., Philadelphia.

Circulating Boilers, Bath Tubs, Water Closets, Lead and Iron Pipes, Pumps, Etc., fur-

nished at short notice. Country or City Resi-

dences fitted up in the best manner. Sanitary Plumbing and drainage a specialty. Orders by mail promptly attended to.

NOW OPEN FOR 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.

MYSTERY OF THE GREAT RUBY. By LUCIE ST. DEANE. [Copyright held by American Press Association.] PRELUDE. The sepoy mutiny of 1857-8 was one of the most tragic uprisings in history. Two hundred million fanatics revolted against British rule, and the flaming plains of India were swept by fire and crimsoned with the blood of the innocents until faraway England rose in the might of her wrath, and her heroes ground the rebels to the earth. The Mogul empire was proclaimed at Delhi in May, 1857, and Cawnpur mutinied on the last day of that month. It was invested by Nana Sahib on the 6th of June and surrounded 26 days later. General Havelock fought his way, step by step, to the walls of the city, and Nana stole away like a thief in the night. Before he left (July 16) occurred the massacre of the European women and children in Cawnpur--a crime that thrilled the civilized world. The British government offered a reward of $50,000 for the capture of Nana Sahib, and every effort was made to trace him, but he vanished as utterly as if he had never been. Investigations, however, made it quite certain that Nana Dhoonda Pant, known in history as Nana Sahib, fled with a few followers to the jungles of Oude and penetrated deep into those dismal solitudes. All died miserably, and the eagles of the Himalayas alone look down from their lofty heights upon the crags of the royal vagrant who perished there long years ago. Small loss to the world was the death of Nana Sahib, but when he entered those desolate wilds he carried with him the most wonderful ruby of history. It was the size of a robin's egg, of the purest "pigeon blood" and without a flaw. Its brilliancy and perfection gave it fabulous value and a rank beside that of the Kohinoor and the great gems of the world. If that ruby is ever found, it will make the finder famous and rich beyond compare. CHAPTER I. THE NARRATIVE OF JOHN R. BROWN. I am a quiet, middle aged gentleman who has been a jeweler in Maiden lane, New York, for rising 30 years. I may be permitted to say that I have a family of whom I am fond, and that my circumstances are satisfactory. Understand at the beginning of this story that I am not the hero, and have only set out to relate the occurrences that came to my knowledge, and in which, from the trend of circumstances, I was compelled to act a leading part. A certain October day, a few years ago, was one of the most dismal I ever experienced. The downfall of rain was constant for two days, and when night closed in the steady drizzle continued. We had not seen a customer since the forenoon, and I allowed my two clerks to go home early. There was nothing for them to do after placing the stock within the massive safe, and I was in that state of unrest when I was glad to be freed from seeing their faces. I would have left the store at the same time but for a call from my old friend, Carl Wittner, the detective, who, with the remark that he knew I would be lonely, walked behind the

counted and back into my private office, where I joined him and we lit our ci-

gars.

I was glad to see him. Wittner was

an officer of exceptional skill, bright,

intelligent, well educated, and I am sure thoroughly honest. We had been friends

for years, and he knew that he need never wait for an invitation to visit me.

He was always welcome.

The genuine detective is not a man to tell his secrets or boast of his exploits, as members of the profession do in fiction. Nevertheless I am satisfied that Wittner let me know more of his doings than any other person. He some-

times appealed to me for counsel in cer-

tain matters, but inasmuch as, so far as

I could learn, he generally took an op-

posite course from what I recommended (and I must confess with good results, as a rule) I suspect that he had little purpose except to compliment me. We had talked 15 minutes or so upon nothing in particular when the door of the store opened and a man entered. "Is it possible that I have a custom-

er?" I remarked, rising and walking forward to greet the caller.

I was struck by his appearance. He

was tall, elegantly formed and dressed

and evidently a foreigner. He set down his dripping umbrella in the stand, and

then, as he turned, I gained a good view

of him.

His hair, eyes, mustache and imperial were as black as the raven's wing. His teeth were glistening white and his complexion as swarthy as a Spaniard's, though I was sure he was not a native of Europe. His gloves, silk hat and attire were of fashionable make, and a diamond of the first water glistened on his scarf. Years before I had spent several weeks in Calcutta, and prompted by a curious whim I said: "Rajah sahib salaam. Ap a mizay kaisa hai?" These words are Hindoostanee and mean: "Peace be to you, honorable sir. How is your temper today?" The black eyes flashed, the white teeth showed behind the jetty mustache, and he instantly broke forth with a lot of words which I could no more understand, except that they were in the same language as employed by me, than I could speak Choctaw. "I picked up only a few sentences when in India," I replied, with a laugh. "If you are familiar with English, let us confine ourselves to that." "With pleasure," he replied, his accent faultless. "I suppose nearly every language is spoken in New York, and I was delighted to hear my own, but I think I can make my meaning clear in your tongue." "I am sure no one could speak it more correctly. I shall be pleased to serve you, if in my power." "I thank you, sir. You are a dealer in precious stones, I observe." He glanced about the store as he spoke, and I inclined my head. "I have something I would like to show you." "I shall be glad to see it." He reached his hand inside the vest and drew forth one of those small green pasteboard boxes such as are used to hold certain kinds of jewelry, and lifting the lid took from the soft pinkish cotton the most wonderful gem I have ever looked upon. A man who has been in business for 30 years in Maiden lane sees about all there is worth seeing in that line, and during my travels I had beheld some of the great jewels of the world. I may say that he had produced the Kohinoor itself my amazement would not have been greater. That which I took between my thumb and forefinger at his invitation was a pigeon blood ruby the size of a small walnut with the husk removed. A pigeon blood ruby, it may not be known, is more valuable than the same number of carats in the form of a pure diamond. "What do you think of that, sir?" asked the man, enjoying my astonishment. "If that is genuine," I replied, holding it under the glare of the electric light, "and it seems to be, it is worth a kingdom." "You are an expert. I leave it with you to decide whether it is a ruby or imitation." "Wait, please, till I get my glass." I made this excuse to walk to the back office, where Wittner was smoking. I stooped over the table, so as to bring our heads close together, and whispered: "Follow that man and learn what you can about him." I was gone but a moment. When I returned, the caller was leaning one elbow on the glass case, his attitude an easy and graceful one, patiently awaiting my verdict. The scrutiny under the magnifying glass seemed to confirm my impression, and my wonder grew. "I would like to examine it by daylight--that is, if the sun will ever shine again," I remarked as a gust of wind blew the rain spitefully against the windows." "With your permission I will leave it with you a few days." At this moment Wittner came from the inner office and passed through the door. "Good night, Mr. Brown," he said carelessly as he buttoned his mackintosh about him. "I must go home. Will see you next week." I nodded to him and noticed the quick, searching glance he gave the man, who did not seem to be aware of his presence. "May I inquire where this gem came from?" I asked as the door closed behind my friend. "Certainly--from the Himalayas, in northern India." "Is it yours?" "Pardon me. It would hardly be in my possession if it were not." "Why do you bring it to me?" "Perhaps you may find me a customer." "Then you wish me to sell it for you, for it is too valuable for me to buy." "That is the view I took of it." "But, begging pardon, it strikes me as strange that you should have brought this ruby to America, when in London, Amsterdam, ienna, Paris or any one of a dozen cities in Europe you would have been more likely to find a purchaser." "There are plenty of buyers, but kings and queens just now are poor and cannot afford my price. I presume you are somewhat familiar with the history of the mutiny in India in 1857?" "In a general way I am." "You have heard of Nana Sahib?" "I saw him at Cawnpur a few weeks before the breaking out of the mutiny." "Ah, you were fortunate." "In what way?" "That it was a few weeks before the uprising. Had you been in Cawnpur, say, in July, 1857"-- He completed the sentence with a shrug and shudder. "I understand. Well?" "You are aware that the British government offered a reward of a lac of rupees for his capture, but never captured him?" "I have heard that." "Do you know what became of him?" "No one knows of a certainty. It was reported that he and a few of his followers took refuge in the Himalayas and there perished." "That report is true. Two of his spies returned. I saw and conversed with one of them. When Nana fled, he took with him the most valuable ruby in all India." "I have heard that also, but what bearing has that upon our business?" "The ruby which you hold in your hand is the one which Nana Sahib took with him in his last flight."

CHAPTER II. My caller rightly interpreted the expression on my face. "It is a strange story, but I tell you the truth. Nana did not flee until the year after the Cawnpur massacre, and it was 22 years later that I met one of the spies who was with him. He was an old man, living in the sacred city of Benares, on the Ganges. He was at the point of death when I helped--being a physician--to bring him back to life. He told me the story and volunteered to show me the path to the spot where his master died. But though he led the way to the neighborhood he either could

not or would not take me to the place.

We returned from our bootless errand, and he died a few years later. His se-

ret was buried with him."

The speaker paused and changed his lolling attitude. Noting my interest, he resumed: "I knew that when Nana Sahib entered those jungles the great ruby was in his turban, and if the spot could be found where he died there would be found the gem which I have brought to you. Five years ago I went back with a single companion, a native like myself

of the country."

He paused long enough for me to remark: "Then 50 years must have passed since the death of Nana." "Fully that, and not a vestige of his rags or bones was left. How could I hope to discover the gem? There was no reason to believe I would, but all such great finds, as you know, are the result of chance. I knew where to look for it, and I kept up the hunt for weeks until stricken with fever and so emaciated that I could barely stand. My companion did not fall ill, and my spirit enabled me to search even when my brain was burning with delirium. "One night when the moon was shining bright and I was groping over the spot where I had at last tumbled down,

[IMAGE CAPTION: "Follow that man and learn what you can about him."]

unable to walk, I reached out my hand and clutched the ruby of Nana Sahib." The speaker was now greatly excited and would have said no more had I not asked him to finish his story. "I do not remember clearly what took place until I reached Bareilly. I was ill most of the time. My companion tried to take the ruby from me, but did not succeed. When I returned to my friends, I came alone." No need of more particulars on that point. I could picture the fearful struggle between those two men for the possession of a jewel worth a prince's ransom. The presence of this man before me showed who was conqueror. Who knows that it was not his companion that made the find? Who can say what the nature of that struggle was? Was there a conflict at all? Was

not this man now in my presence a murderer?

But why speculate? He was the only living witness, and no one could unseal

his lips.

"Pardon my agitation," he said, rapidly regaining his self poise, "but you can comprehend the reason. I have given you the true story of Nana Sahib's ruby. I bring it to you, hoping that among your many millionaires in this city you may find a purchaser for me. True, the ruby is valuable, but of itself it is neither meat nor drink, and what good can it bring me? I cannot afford to keep it. There are those who can. Find me one of them, and your fee shall be a liberal one." "You have not set a price, provided I find such a customer, which is exceedingly doubtful." "What do you esteem it worth?" "I must decline to say. When you pass a certain point with the diamond or ruby, there is no rule by which its value can be determined. It is purely fancy." "If you wish me to name my price, I will say $50,000." I was astonished again, and an uneasy suspicion took possession of me, a suspicion which I could not define. But I felt there was something uncanny and unnatural about the whole business.

The price he had set was barely one-tenth of the ruby's real value. I believed more than one crowned person in Europe would pay at least $250,000 to become its owner. The thought that such a bargain was probably half de-

cided me to make the purchase myself.

"I read your surprise," he said, with that winning courtesy which had impressed me at the opening of our interview. "I know that it is worth a great deal more than that, but the sum I name is one which few people will pay for a luxury of that sort. It is enough for me. When shall I call?" "Suppose you say toward the end of the week. I will give you a receipt." "It is not necessary. Your reputation is a guarantee that my property is safe in your hands." "But I prefer that you should hold my receipt." "I am satisfied. Why should you not be?"

And despite my half angry protest he took up his umbrella, and with the smile revealing his white teeth behind his black mustache he passed out of the door into the darkness and rain. Left alone with my disturbing thought and the wonderful stone, I now subjected it to the most minute examination possible. And as one claiming to be an expert I must say something about the ruby, one of the aristocrats of the mineral kingdom. The finest rubies in the world come from the mines of Burma, although they are found in many other parts of the world, and even in our own country, where their quality cannot be compared with those of Burma and the specimens of India proper. The genuine ruby is pure, limpid, fiery red corundum, which is crystallized oxide of aluminium, and forms the basis of nearly every gem, excepting the diamond, which we value for hardness, brilliancy and color. A crystal of pure red corundum is a ruby, of the blue variety a sapphire, of the green an emerald, and so on. The structure of the ruby is as extraordinary as that which determines its color. It is found in crystals of an endless variety of shapes, but all hav[IMAGE CAPTION: He kept him under his eye.] ing a peculiar tendency to the growth known to crystallographers as "twining." But testing crystals of corundum with polarized light the structure is found to be remarkably complex, and under the microscope its exterior face is covered with a strange network of sculpture indicative of molecular chan-

ges.

The most striking fact about the corundum crystal is that it is nearly always found to have inclosed and surrounded some foreign body or other, which lies imprisoned in it. More striking still is the fact that these included foreign bodies lie generally disposed of in planes, meeting each other at an angle of 60 degrees, the result being to produce the phenomenon of asterism, which is the term given to the white star of light observable in certain jewels cut with rounded surface. Quite frequently the imprisoned body is a minute bubble of gas or drop of liquid, containing sometimes little crystals of its own. This fluid delicate scientific tests have proved to be liquid carbonic acid gas reduced to that condition by immense pressure.

Rubies change their color in a remarkable way under the action of heat. Bluish ones turn perfectly green, and on cooling regain their original tint. The blue sapphire turns white, and the yellow corundum crystal becomes green. I might mention other singular properties of this gem, but obviously it would be out of place here. Let me say that on the following day, during which the sun shone most of the time, I subjected the ruby left with me to every possible test, and that it passed triumphantly throug hall. No problem in geometry was ever demonstrated more clearly than that this enormous gem was the equal of any similar one, as respects purity and brilliancy found anywhere in the world. That being the case, its value could be measured only by hundreds of thousands of dollars. Meanwhile my friend Wittner had called with his report. He had lingered in the rain and darkness on the other side of Maiden lane on the night of the man's first visit with the gem and kept him under his eye until he reached the Astor House, where he was staying for the time. "He may be an East Indian," remarked Wittner, "but if his right name is on the register of the hotel it is no more Hindoostanee than yours or mine, for it is plain Darius C. Howard, and he hails from London. Look out for him." [TO BE CONTINUED.]