VOL. XIII.

OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 14, 1893.

NO. 33.

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.

Restaurants.

MARSHALL'S DINING ROOMS FOR LADIES AND GENTS,

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, 15 cents. Ladies' Room upstairs, with homelike accommodations. PURE SPRING WATER.

BAKERY, 601 S. Twenty-Second St.

ICE CREAM, ICES, FROZEN FRUITS AND JELLIES. Weddings and Evening Entertain-

ments a specialty.

Everything to furnish the table and set free of charge.

NOTHING SOLD OR DELIVERED ON SUNDAY.

H. M. Sciple. J. M. Gillespie. H. P. Sayford.

H. M. SCIPLE & CO., DEALERS IN Boilers and Engines, Every Size for Every Duty, DUPLEX STEAM PUMPS, Third and Arch Sts., PHILADELPHIA, PA.

D. SOMERS RISLEY, No. 111 Market Street, CAMDEN, N. J. Conveyancer, Notary Public, Commissioner of Deeds, Real Estate and General Insurance Agent.

Properties for sale and to rent. Money to loan on Mortgage. TELEPHONE No. 16.

PETER MURDOCH, DEALER IN COAL and WOOD, Ocean City, N. J. Orders left at 806 Asbury avenue will receive prompt attention.

Artistic Printing. Material--The Best. Workmanship--First class. Charges--Moderate. R. CURTIS ROBINSON, Ocean City, N. J.

L. S. SMITH, CONTRACTOR IN Grading, Graveling and Curbing.

PAINTING BY CONTRACT OR DAY. Eighth St. and Asbury Ave., OCEAN CITY, N. J.

Plasters 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.

LAW OFFICES

SCHUYLER C. WOODRULL

310 Market St., Camden, N. J.

Solicitor of Ocean City.

Physicians, Druggists, Etc.

HOWARD REED, Ph. G., M. D., Physician and Surgeon, EMMETT HOUSE, Cor. 8th Street and Central Avenue, OCEAN CITY, N. J.

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.

J. HOWARD WILLETS, M. D. Cor. 7th and Central, Office hours: 8 to 10, 4 to 6 DR. WALTER L. YERKES, DENTIST, Tuckahoe, N. J. DR. G. W. URQUHART, 2265 North 13th Street, PHILADELPHIA, PA. Will practice at Ocean City during the months of June, July and August. DR. E. C. WESTON, Dentist, 638 CENTRAL AVENUE, OCEAN CITY, N. J., During August, and Saturday to Monday night of September.

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.)

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.

HARRY G. STEELMAN, DEALER IN FINE Groceries and Provisions, No. 707 Asbury Avenue, 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.

JOSEPH F. HAND, ARCHITECT, CONTRACTOR AND BUILDER, Ocean City, N. J.

Plans, Specifications and Working Drawings furnished. Estimates given 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.

G. P. MOORE, ARCHITECT, BUILDER, AND PRACTICAL SLATER, Ocean City, N. J.

Best Roofing Slate constantly on hand.

HENRY G. SCHULTZ, CONTRACTOR AND BUILDER,

2633 Germantown Avenue, PHILADELPHIA. BRANCH OFFICE Seventeenth and Asbury Avenue, OCEAN CITY, N. J.

ARNOLD B. RACE, UNDERTAKER, PLEASANTVILLE, N. J.

All orders by telegraph or otherwise will re-

ceive prompt attention. Bodies preserved with or without ice. Office below W. J. R. R. at the residence of A. B. RACE. ARNOLD B. RACE.

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, Etc., furnished 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.

ROBERT FISHER, REAL ESTATE AND Insurance Broker, CONVEYANCER, COMMISSIONER OF DEEDS, AND NOTARY PUBLIC.

Agent for the Aetna Life Insurance Company, of Hartford, Connecticut, and some of the oldest and best Fire Insurance Companies of America.

What's the matter with Ocean City? She's booming, that's all. New water supply system; new electric street railroad; electric lights; new

hotels; new cottages; new tenants and new guests; everything is on the jump, and Fisher is rushing the business.

Call and see him, and put your money in Ocean City before things get up to the top notch.

Fisher is one of the few pioneers of Ocean City and among its first Real Estate purchasers and Cottagers, in-

timately associated with all its history and identified with every

step of its progress and the operation of its Real Estate, has extraordinary opportunities for the transaction of all kinds of Real Estate and Insurance business.

FOR RENT--Having very extensive and influential connec-

tions, he has superior advantages in bringing those who have properties to rent and those who require them to-

gether, and at present has some of the finest cottages and other houses on his books at liberal prices.

FOR SALE--Long experience and personal dealing in Real Estate has made him expert in

values of both improved and unimproved property. Occa-

sionally even in such a prosperous town as ours some one wants to change or get out. Then we help them by helping some one else to a bargain.

From Ocean front to Bay, and all between, you can be suited with fine corners or central building lots. A few cottages, new and well built, now offered at cost.

Write for information of the Lot Club. Headquarters for every house-hunter and investor, Fisher's Real Estate Office, the most prominent corner in Ocean City.

Insurances placed on most advantageous terms in best companies.

For any information on any subject connected with any business enterprise write freely to Robert Fisher, Ocean City, N. J.

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THE HIDDEN CITY. By WALTER H. M'DOUGALL. [Copyright, 1892, by Cassell Publishing company, and published by special arrangement with them.]

[CONTINUED.]

"One evening two weeks ago I observed a carrier pigeon, evidently a

stranger, endeavoring to enter my coop, with a message fastened to his tail in

the usual manner. I went up and let him in and recognized him at once as

the bird that had failed to return. My heart sprang up in my throat, and my hands trembled so that I could scarcely detach the message. It was written on

some kind of small skin and read thus, for here it is."

"H. R. Pierce, San Francisco, California:

"If you are alive, help me. I am in a city of ancient people in a canyon, latitude thirtythree degrees thirty minutes, longitude thirty-

two degrees thirty minutes west from Wash-

ington, as near as I can make it. There is no way of escape. The people know of no other

world or race and believe me supernatural, but it can't last much longer. There's millions

of dollars here in solid gold. It will pay a relief party. The population is about twenty-

five hundred. I have learned the language and written a book that will make people's eyes open. If this falls into the hands of any white man, for God's sake forward to H. R.

Pierce, San Francisco, or, if he is missing, send help to me at once. ERIC L. GILBERT.

"Well, that's all there is of it. I am going to find him, and you are the kind of men I should like to have join me in the endeavor, for I believe he is alive. I believe every word of this message. I should like to have you organize a wagon train and search for him while I make the attempt in the balloon. It's risky, I know, but I've a feeling that it will succeed. I believe that it was the same city that I saw as I was whirled away that night when we struck the cliff. As I figure it, my friends, the location of this unknown city must be in the most inaccessible places in the United States. It lies north of Fort Borie, where, I think, we might make our start, and is bounded by the Black river on the north, the Gila range on the west and on the east by the Rio Salarosa and the White mountains. "Clifton is the nearest settlement, I believe, to this arid wilderness, and I find that the chances for a successful balloon search would be best if begun in that locality. The air current seems more steadily southwestern than otherwise, and I wish to start from there. It is a tough country in which to travel, from all accounts, but I think we can overcome all difficulties, and the venture will pay us if successful. I want to make a business proposition to you without calling for any feeling or sympathy on your part at all. I will give you each ten thousand dollars if we succeed in rescuing Gilbert, and five thou-

sand if we fail after making all proper efforts. How does it strike you?"

Cale had already felt his blood stir with the spirit of adventure and had made up his mind long before Pierce ceased speaking, and as he concluded said emphatically: "I am with you, heart and soul. It's just the kind of work I need, and I believe this old gas bag here is as anxious as I am to undertake the search." The sheriff, slow minded, as most men of his size and kind are, was, however, as willing as Whitley, but he was older and more lethargic, more prone to see the difficulties, if not the dangers, than Cale, and, too, he relished the ease and comfort of the semicivilization of Evans Gulch, preferring it to hard riding and

hard sleeping on the sunburned plains. For him, however, the money considera-

tion was the motive power; the prize was too glittering not to be worth an effort--such plums came in his way all to rare-

ly nowadays--and he signified his assent by asking Pierce how soon he wished to start.

"At once," he answered. "Every moment is precious. While we idle here Gilbert may be in danger. I feel it in some way, and I am anxious to get to work." Cale's mind had been busy for some time on the problem, and bringing out the new map was intently studying its lines, in which the others joined him. Before them in imagination spread the desert of the San Francisco--only a little space upon the map, but full of the unknown and mysterious, surrounded by lines and dots, with oft heard, wellknown names printed beside them. It seemed impossible that there could be a city full of inhabitants in that little space and the world know nothing about it. But Pierce declared that few people had ever penetrated even the border land of this wilderness, and that it was extremely probably.

Not for an instant did these two men, shrewd and wily as they undoubtedly were, sharpened by the grinding of years of struggles, question his sanity or sin-

gleness of purpose. They somehow felt at once the honesty of his aim and ob-

ject, and debated only the best measures to insure their success, and before they slept they had formed their plans. A week later found them together at Tombstone, Arizona Territory, gathering up a wagon train--men, horses and provisions--for the expedition. Another week and the big balloon swayed and struggled at its moorings as though yearning, like an imprisoned bird, to soar aloft on its errand, surrounded by a crowd of men making bets on the success of the undertaking and giving large odds

against the return of the airship. At the same moment almost the people of Fort Borie were watching a little train of pack mules and horsemen climbing the moun-

tain, with the sheriff in the lead, going north and waving their hats as they vanished beyond the distant hilltops.

Cale sat in the car, cool and calm, answering with pointed western sarcasm the bantering of the crowd and rather anxious to be off, while Pierce nervously busied with the last arrangements.

At three o'clock he carefully scrutinized the car and its contents, took a last look aloft, sprang into the oscillating basket, and in another moment the balloon was shooting up in a sweeping slant toward the clouds and toward the White mountains. The shouts grew fainter and fainter as the earth receded, and the men below grew into moving specks and disappeared entirely as a gray veil of cloud intervened, and they floated alone in the ether. The search had begun.

CHAPTER II. ATZLAN, THE HIDDEN CITY.

The beams of the morning sun had been slanting down on the level plain above Atzlan for an hour, but the city was still in deep shadow a thousand or more feet below. Rosy tints hovered about the vermilion edges of the great cliffs, mingling with yellow and gray and saffron colored belts farther down,

throwing into ghostly relief ther white, castellated promontories of the majestic sculptured wall and deepening the blackness of the dark recesses.

But there were people astir in the streets and fields and on the housetops, for the storm that had risen in fury during the night had wrought some damage to the dwellings, and, it was feared, to the flocks in the pastures. But no eye was directed toward the cliffs, for the sky was now clear, and no further disturbance was apprehended from that direction. Storms were few and far between in Atzlan; they raged on the plains at frequent intervals in springtime, but troubled not the dwellers in the deep canyon, who never took the pains to climb the steep cliff sides.

Had curious eyes peered upward they would perhaps have discerned a figure outlined clearly against the sky, but they could not have seen that it wore no Atz-

lan garb, and that it surpassed in height any Atzlan man, or that it bent forward and seemed to eagerly strive to penetrate the darkness of the canyon. Each early riser carried a torch and was too intent upon his errand to waste time gazing aloft, or he might have seen the fig-

ure slowly clambering down an ancient, rude pathway leading to the first terrace,

where ruined cliff houses and caves, abandoned centuries ago, were the only evidences of former human occupation.

But the man on the heights had seen the moving torches, and up where he was it was light enough to easily pick his way.

It was Eric Gilbert, and he was seeking a point of observation before it grew light in order to ascertain what manner of men these were who carried the lights far beneath him. Hostile Indians he knew might in all reason be encountered

in those wilds, and he had escaped one danger too narrowly to fall carelessly into another.

Events had crowded so quickly upon him during the last few hours that he

was prepared for anything. Unaware even in what state or territory in the Union he had been thrown in the last wild bound of the balloon, he did not

know what he might encounter, and though the craving for water and food began to assert itself he was resolved to let his caution govern his necessity.

He had gathered the instruments, which he had thrown in a heap near the

edge of the cliff, and covered them with a blanket. They consisted of a small electric battery and lightning apparatus (an invention of Pierce's), a lantern, a thermometer and barometer, a camera

and plate box holding a hundred instan-

taneous plates, some medical instruments in a case, a quadrant and a few other articles. He carried his Winchester rifle in his left hand, a blanket thrown over his arm, and a carrier pigeon, whose broken

wing hung limp and flapping, in his right hand, making his descent a matter

of care. The light was growing stronger in the canyon when he reached a level shelf or terrace edged with a rough stone wall and lined with caves and cliff dwellings; caves whose mouths were built up in cyclopean masonry, leaving a narrow entrance to be reached by a ladder of rope on poles. He felt the need of haste, although even yet he could see nothing in the abyss below, and finding a convenient opening into a cave close at hand, yet where he could overlook the depths, he laid down his burden and waited for the light to fill the canyon. The flutter of the wounded bird aroused his pity, and he bound its wing to its side with a strip of his handkerchief and laid it upon his blanket, feel-

ing a sort of companionship in its pres-

ence--a link with the outer world. Resting as he was from a long vigil and

a long continued struggle, he stretched himself beside the bird and fell asleep.

Long before the sun rose upon Atzlan a figure stirred upon the top of the high-

est building in the city, whence arose a slim, blue column of smoke. The figure moved with slow, hesitating step from one side of the low walled housetop to the other, as if from habit, although the burden of years had turned the exercise into a toilsome journey.

He was Iklapel, the high priest of Atzlan, watching before the sacred, inex-

tinguishable fire of Kinchahan, the sun god, which for centuries had burned and would burn forever. Even in the half life of the coming dawn it could be seen that Iklapel was old and blind, and though his figure bowed many an inch before his only master, Time, fine and tall, thin and withered, it still showed the remains of a powerful and graceful form. Now and then he held his wasted hands over the languid fire to measure its burning or cast a few twigs of cedar upon it, muttering, as old men do, to himself the while. As the sky grew brighter and

redder with the dawn he seemed to feel it and know that the day was approach-

ing, for he rapped sharply several times upon the roof, as if in summons to an-

other person.

In a moment a second figure appeared, coming up through a trapdoor, and stood before him in a respectful, yet easy and familiar attitude. Then as the

aged Iklapel tottered it sprang to his side and lovingly passed a strong arm about him, leading him to a stone seat beside the altar and placing him ten-

derly upon it. The old man reached out his hand, feeling for that of the younger man, and placing it against his breast he held it there in silence. After

awhile he spoke, and his voice was round and full, though now and then a quaver, a grace note as it were, broke upon his even tones:

"Kulcan, my son, the beating of my heart grows feeble, and this day, the greatest, most sacred in the year, may be my last. For a hundred and two years I have seen the sun rise over the red cliffs, but tomorrow I may not see it. Thus I feel that now, while my strength remains in me, I should leave you my last words of instruction and advice. You will succeed me as high priest, and there is no one more worthy, no one to whom I would leave the cares and the honors of my sacred office more

willingly nor more fearlessly. Today, as you well know, I was to make the holy sacrifice to the sun, the sacrifice of

the Thirteenth Year, yet my strength fails me, and you, my son, shall perform the sacred rite. No one but myself for

eighty-five years has shed the blood of the virgin sacrifice, and yet 'tis with a cheerful heart I lay the office down. At

noon put on the holy robe, and, as you alone have been instructed, perform the

rite that our people may be held together and their religion be preserved."

The hand against Iklapel's bosom was trembling, and Kulcan's figure shook with the emotion he endeavored to suppress. For some moments he appeared unable to reply. Then placing his hand upon the old man's shoulder he said:

"My father, you tell me to perform the rite that our people may be held together and their religion preserved. Why not say that the sun god may be

merciful to us and preserve our people?"

His voice had a bitter, sarcastic ring, and the old man replied quickly:

"Oh, Kulcan, you will not learn the lesson I have striven so diligently to

teach. Know that the people are not as

we are and cannot be lifted to the level of our knowledge. You, who have been initiated into the mysteries and dwelt in the higher atmosphere of lofty thought, do not realize the distance between their

and our conception of religion. Among all the priests to you alone have I dared

to reveal my inward thoughts and true beliefs, but it was because I saw in you,

as in the dead governor, your father, the spirit of philosophic reason, as well as the fact to how popular prejudice in religious matters. I have spoken to you

as to my own soul. You know that I despise the images of the god and worship him, as I have taught you, without fires or feasts or sacrifices; but you know that the people require these signs and symbols to keep them true to their obedi-

ence; that 'tis thus we rule them and not with reason or philosophy. 'Tis the tribute they pay to intellect--the tribute they have paid for countless ages and must in some form continue to pay."

"But 'tis time," impulsively interrupted Kulcan, "that they were brought to see that these cruel, inhuman sacrifices should be abolished. Something, I know not what, tells me that we are beyond and above them now, and that the people themselves will welcome the change and rejoice that their children no longer may be thrown to the senseless image of the

fierce, bloodthirsty sun god! Oh, father," he cried, shuddering, "can we not devise, before it is forever too late, some means to prevent this murder of Atness?" [TO BE CONTINUED.] From present indications the oyster set along the Connecticut shore this year will be one of the largest in many years.