VOL. XIII. OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, OCTOBER 19, 1893. NO. 29.

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 Entertainments 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.

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.

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. DR. G. W. URQUHART, 2265 North 13th Street, PHILADELPHIA, PA. Will practice at Ocean City during the months of June, July and August. DR. WALTER L. YERKES, DENTIST, Tuckahoe, N. J.

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.)

LAW OFFICES

SCHUYLER C. WOODRULL, 310 Market St., Camden, N. J. Solicitor of Ocean City.

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, specifi-

cations 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.

Samuel Schurch, PRACTICAL BUILDER, MAY BE FOUND AT Bellevue Cafe, On beach bet. Seventh and Eighth Sts.

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 receive 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, Pumps, 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 ex-

tensive and influential connections, 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. McDOUGALL.

[Copy right, 1892, by Cassell Publishing com-

pany, and published by special arrangement with them.]

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Late one afternoon he stood watching a basket maker hacking upon a thick

piece of willow with his blunt stone knife, making little progress until Gilbert stepped up to him, and taking his pocketknife cut the wand through with one stroke. While he was enjoying the surprise depicted upon the man's face a voice, soft and musical, broke upon the air in a tender song. So sweet was the melody and so full of sincere feeling that Gilbert seemed to know its meaning, although of course he knew not the words. It was long afterward that he translated its simple wording and set the sad and plaintive air down in musical terms: What care we if the year grows old And autumn's days are fleeting by? The fire of love will ne'er grow cold; Its ashes in our hearts ne'er lie To choke its flame, to choke its flame.

The racing hours bare not away One atom of our deep, true love;

Still flowing on, in night or day, It bears us on its stream alway,

Always the same, always the same.

The voice came from a window almost above his head, but he could see nothing from where he stood. He walked away to a distance, and turning just as the

song died away he saw her lovely face for a moment as she looked down into the green court. Their eyes met for an instant, and the blood rushed into her cheeks as she drew herself quickly back. He stood looking toward the window for awhile, then

turned and slowly walked away. She was watching him from behind a sheltering growth of window plants, when her brother Kulcan entered the room, and following her gaze saw Gilbert crossing the court. He walked to the window and stood there until Gilbert, obeying an uncontrollable impulse, turned, and seeing Kulcan he waved his hand to him. He realized that the fair girl was Kulcan's sister, and he resolved to see her frequently, for she had pro-

duced upon him an impression and excited emotions both new and strange. He wandered about the city with his thoughts full of her and her sweet face coming ever before him as he mused for an hour or more, recalling her look and the expression upon her face, her graceful carriage and figure, until it seemed as though he had known her for years.

CHAPTER VI. FINDING A MATE. Gilbert stepped forward with a smile on his lips.

The summer days were long and full of idle hours in the months that elapsed before Gilbert could make his wishes known in the Atzlan tongue; the time hung heavily upon his hands at times, although when he mastered the language he was busy indeed, and he was then a marvel to the people, for they rested often and long and busied themselves little with improvements or even repairs. He had spent many hours swinging in the hammocks which hung from tree to tree, hundreds of them, all over the courts, common property, for the Atzlans loved ease and shade above all things. Many hours, too, he spent by the river, where the white cranes walked in solemn procession along the sands while he lay in the cool shadows of the pinon trees listening to the quail piping and the wild dove's amorous cooing. It was near the last of July, a day so warm and sultry that the blue haze filled the canyon, making objects indistinct and distorted. The city's walls looked out of perspective, as though twisted and warped by the heat; the air was so still that away up there in the woods he could hear voices from the city's houses, and the bells of silver on the cattle seemed startlingly near. The birds were all dozing close under the heaviest leaved

branches, and the only life in the scene was given by a group of naked boys bathing in the river, their brown bodies

glistening in the sunlight with a coppery luster. But even these were in keeping with the scene, for they splashed and dived in queer silence, unlike white lads, who would have made the canyon ring with shrieks and yells.

Gilbert was under the spell of the day, feeling an indolence and lassitude and a

quiet content stealing over him until his senses were lulled into a dreamy repose.

He felt the delicious languor of enforced idleness, just tinged with enough of the

consciousness of the waste of precious time to add a zest to its charm, as it al-

ways does to the naturally busy man. A passing breath of wind swayed the

grasses and danced across the little river, rippling its silver blue satin, bring-

ing the eager trout to the surface and ruffling gently the plumage of the solemn sentrylike cranes. Out from the shore a dozen turtles were basking on the rocks, their heads held erect in a painful and constrained way, their eyes

closed, and their whole bearing evincing that they were being soaked in rich, golden sunshine.

On a flat stone not a rod away was coiled a huge rattlesnake, his oily skin shining with black and yellow glossiness. Gilbert drew his revolver, and resting it over his left hand aimed at the ugly flat head and glittering eye and fired. The report was followed by a startled woman's scream near by, the turtles slipped with a sudden alacrity into the water, the cranes flapped their wings as though about to fly, but thought better of it and walked about with grave concern, and the snake lay wriggling and twisting at the foot of

the stone in a death agony. Gilbert looked around and saw Kulcan, with

Lela in his arms, pale and trembling, and her blue eyes resting on him in ter-

ror. Kulcan, too, was trembling, for neither of them had seen his weapon

nor knew what caused the echoes which were still rolling along the canyon and causing the people in the sleepy city to rush out of their houses and ask one another the meaning of the thunderous sound. Gilbert stepped forward with a smile on his lips, and Kulcan, reassured, placed his sister upon a grassy mound, where she sat panting for several moments. Gilbert knelt beside her, and taking her hand in his stroked it with unconscious tenderness to quiet her fears. The warm blood shot up into her cheeks, and her eyelids fell beneath his gaze. He felt the sudden thrill rush through him

again, and he caught his breath as he re-

leased her hand, which she pressed against her bosom with an involuntary movement, as though to calm her heart's tumultuous throbbing. To another man she would have been as transparent as glass, but Gilbert was so confused, so dazed by his unwonted feeling that he saw nothing. Kulcan, however, did see and knew full well the meaning of what he saw. It pleased him vastly to think that the god might love his beautiful sister; it augured well for his own prospects; and, too, he had feared that the celestial visitor might have claimed, and justly, his own betrothed Ainee, whose life he had saved. And he, being a lover and an ardent one, felt a sincere and cordial sympathy for Gilbert; so, with a natural tact and delicacy, he moved away, leaving the others almost unconscious of his departing, returning to the city to explain that the god had caused the thunder and destroyed a huge rattlesnake, news which set the gossips' tongues wagging at once.

The little grassy knoll whereon Lela was resting was in the bright sunlight, and Gilbert led her to a shady spot, where he dropped into the grass beside her and looked up into her face, drinking in its rare beauty with the same sense of ecstasy which certain music had often roused within him. A riotous stirring of the heart and a wild throbbing of his pulses accompanied this ecstasy, and a trembling joy mingled with an uncertain feeling very like pain. He could not have expressed in words the new and suddenly acquired wealth of feeling of which he found himself possessed, but he felt a great wave of happiness sweeping over him, a divine content, and a realization of the mere joy of living and being beside such incomparable loveliness. He knew now that he loved; that something had come into his life that filled and rounded it out and made it worth living. Of the signs of love he knew nothing, yet he knew somehow that Lela loved him.

She sat with averted face for several minutes, then slowly turned her head

and rested her eyes upon his face in a straight, earnest gaze. Her eyes were full of a soft, tender light; a deep, questioning yearning, and as they met his true, tender gaze her head slowly sank, she drew a long inward breath, her bosom rose and fell in quick throbs, and it seemed to Gilbert that she was about to faint. His hand stole over hers, which came to meet its warm grasp, and as the wild thrill rushed through him he drew her to him, and her golden head fell upon his shoulder. She was really almost faint with emotion, and her eyes closed as a great contented sigh escaped her lips. Their lips came together as two long parted mates and mingled into one with a wild, delicious flood of bliss.

In another moment she had turned, and her shapely arms were clasped

tightly around his neck, and she was kissing him with a hunger and a fury that made his blood dance in his veins. Then as suddenly she drew away and covered her burning face with her hands in maidenly shame, yet her bosom palpitated and her breath came in quick gasps. He drew her hands down and gazed into her eyes. They met his with such a pure, deep tenderness, such steady calmness, that he drew her to him again and kissed her noble forehead in a reverential awe. They sat there hand in hand, while the light fell on her hair in gilded gleams, and gazed into each other's eyes, reading there the story that needs no lan-

guage--both so filled with unspeakable happiness that it seemed difficult to

breathe freely. After awhile he drew her closer, and she rested her head upon his shoulder again and laid her soft cheek against his. Her breath was like some sweet wild flower as it came from between her perfect lips in long, happy sighs. What need for words when two such hearts met and when two pairs of eyes could speak such volumes of love? Yet Gilbert murmured "my darling" again and again into her ears, and the words sounded sweeter than music to her hungry heart. She felt their meaning and

repeated them after awhile with a soft, lingering inflection that made Gilbert clasp her closer to him. So they sat un-

til the deep shadow about them told that night was close upon them and they must return. Taking her hand, Gilbert rose and led her toward the city. They had wandered far down the canyon, and the way led through winding paths among great bowlders and dense woods, but Lela knew every foot of it, and she guided her lover's steps.

CHAPTER VII. THE STORY OF ATZLAN.

Iklapel tells his story. Every day now old Iklapel sought out Gilbert and spent an hour or two in eager questioning. He drank in Eric's words with more than childish avidity and belief. To his mind, sharpened by the self communing of more than a century, the wonders of which Gilbert spoke were as the things he had vaguely seen in dreams, wonderful, but conceivable. He accepted everything with a sanguine expectation of beholding it himself now that Gilbert had come among the people. Kulcan often sat with them as Gilbert told, although it taxed his meager store of Atzlan words, of steamboats, railroads, balloons, cannon, telephones, and a thousand other things which we call necessities, but which seemed miracles to the priests. He told them--and sometimes Lela with little Eltza sat by his side the while--of the history of the nations; how while Atzlan had slept so peacefully in the canyon whole races of men had flourished gloriously and passed away and been forgotten.

Sometimes he would wander off with the old priest into the woods, for he

found Iklapel to be a philosopher and full of quaint ideas. His comments upon the facts Gilbert narrated were often witty, and always showed a mind of great breadth and power. Of the greed for money he had but little conception, and therefore found the utmost difficulty in understanding much of Gilbert's discourse, nor could the latter easily explain it to him. When they discussed religion Gilbert found him an advanced thinker, a believer in one god--the Cre-ator--but elevated above all forms and ceremonials of worship. He had questioned Gilbert one warm day, as they sat together in the shade, until the latter had grown tired of talking and was lying upon his back, with his hands under his head, gazing up into the green network above him. Iklapel mused with a faraway look in his eyes for a long time and then turned to the younger man and said: "You have told me of your people, of the great cities and their wondrous doings. Now will I tell you of mine, for they are the fathers of all the world. Older than all the people are they, yet they still live, a nation saved from flood and fire, from wars and famines, to see what their children have done. I, who have kept the record of Atzlan as it has been handed down from father to son for thousands upon thousands of years, inviolate, unchanged, will tell you truly, for with my knowledge and what you have told me I can see how true are all our old traditions. As you have said truly, all the nations of the world tell much the same tale of their origin, but 'tis so clouded in fanciful imagery that

it seems but a child's story. I will tell you the true tale as my father told me and as it was told to him by his father, word for word, and so on back to the

very first father of all.

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