Democratic Sentinel, Volume 10, Number 40, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 5 November 1886 — A Walk in Atlantic City. [ARTICLE]

A Walk in Atlantic City.

As they walked back to the hotel through a sandy avenne lined with jigsaw architecture. Miss Benson pointed out to them some things that she said had touched her a good deal. In the patches of sand before each house there was generally an oblong little mound set about with a rim of stones, or, when something more artistic could be afforded, with shells. On each of these little graves was a flower, a sickly geranium, or a humble marigold, or some other floral token of affection. Mr. Forbes said he never was at a watering-place before where they buried the summer boarders in the front yard. Mrs. Benson didn’t like joking on such subjects, and Mr. King turned the direction of the conversation by remarking that these seeming trifles were really of much account in these days, and he took from his pocket a copy of the city newspaper, ITAe Bummer Sear Song, and read some of the leading items: “8., our eye is on yon.” “The elopers have come to their cottage on Q Street, and come to stay.” “Mr. E. P. Borum has painted his front steps.” “Mr. Diffendorfer’s marigold is on the blow.” Ajtd so on, and so on. This was probably the marigold mentioned that they were looking at Tbe most vivid impression, however, made upon the visitor in this walk was that of paint It seemed unreal that there could be so much paint in the world and so many swearing colors. But it ceased to be a dream, and they were taken back into the hard practical world, when as they turned the corner, Irene pointed out her favorite sign: Silas Lapham, mineral paint. Branch Office. —Charles Dudley Warner, in Harper'» Magazine for April. The ladies’ hour for swell breakfast parties in Npw York is 12:30 noon.

, Inherited Inebriety.— Tbe infant son of a well-known citizen zen of Westfield, N. J., though old enough to walk and talk, appears and acts like an intoxicated person. A local physic an in conversation with a reporter, gave a history of the case. It seems that the parents were very exemplary young people, and began the r married ife without a cloud to dim their future. No one in the town Dad setter habits than the young husband, but some months after his marriage he lapsed a little from the path of strict temperance. One winter evening the man went from his Home ostensibly “to watch with a sick member of the village lodge.” He really visited a tavern. The trusting wife discovered at nine o’clock that her husband had forgotten to purchase meat for breakfast and she went to the market. A sto.my wild was blowing and the snow was falling, but as she passed the hotel the sound of a man’s voice in song came to her ears. She listened but a moment. There was no mistaking her husband’s voice, and* scarcely knowing what she did, she looked into the bar-room window and saw her husband there in a sta*e of beastly intoxication. Some time after this little episode a son was born to the parents^ —a fine, healthy ihfant, bright and comely. Some months later, when the child began to walk and talk, they took him to the physician. The little one could not walk without staggering in a mo t unseemly and ludicrous manner, and could not lisp baby words without a strange hiccough and hesitation. The doctor, averring that if he had seen such symptoms in an adult he should have pronounced them due to intoxication and nothing else, with little difficulty obtained an account of the unfortunate impression that provoked the peculiar malady with which the child is afflicted. No line of medieal treatment could be of use in such a case and reluctantly the physician gave up the boy to endure his strangely miserable life. “Th jre is nothing like catalepsy about the case,” the doctor explained. “There is no healthier baby in town. As near as I fan explain it, the child has muscles and nerves in that condition of action which its father showed when the mother’s impression of his intoxication was received. There are no fits or convulsions, though a tremor is always present. In spite of this fact there is no mental weakness. There is no co-ordina-tion in the movement of the lower limbs, and the hands are almost as bad off. His gait is heavy and insecure, a regular drunken reel or stagger. As to his speech, it is not only incoherent and rambling, but he has all the phenomena of exhiliration or excitement characteristic of the early stages of intoxication. His ideas seem to grow rapidly, and all the senses are wonderfully acute, but there are the muscular tremblings and the actnal shambling gait of the drunkard.’’ “Is recovery to be hoped for?” the reporter asked. “No,” the doctor answered. “It is a hopeless case, impossible to cure. That boy, if he lives, will have the continued ajppearance of drunkenness, and it can not be helped. He is drunk, naturally drunk, and though he may become a great scholar he will never outgrow this malady." Miss Harter, our new dressmaker has arrived and we would be glad to have you call and give her a chance to give you a perfect fitMrs. J. M. Hopkins. Patient —What do you think of a warmer climate for me, doctor? Doctor —Great Scott! man, isn’t that just what I’m trying to save you from? | Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth—examine him all over.