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VOL. XIII. OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 2, 1893.

NO. 31.

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 Easy 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.

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, 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. 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: Seventh and Asbury Avenue, OCEAN CITY, N. J.

GEO. A. BOURGEOIS & SON, Carpenters and Builders,

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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 Residences 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 sys-

tem; new electric street rail-

road; electric lights; new hotels; new cottages; new tenants and new guests; every-

thing is on the jump, and Fisher is rushing the business. Call and see him, and put your money in Ocean City be-

fore 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 connections, he has superior advantages in bringing those who have properties to rent and those who require them together, 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 prosper-

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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.

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THE HIDDEN CITY. By WALTER H. McDOUGALL. [Copy right, 1892, by Cassell Publishing company, and published by special arrangement with them.] [CONTINUED.] "These," said Iklapel, "came from the far south; they are the seeds of the serpent. Before he came and covered the world with clay and stones and water there was none of these on the earth; no man had seen them before. Such is the tradition. The people of Atlantis had no such shining stones, but they had stones such as this," handing Eric an oval of carnelian, with flattened sides. Carved on one face was an intaglio, finely executed, representing a pyramidal mountain, with a city surrounding its base, evidently a picture of the fated city. Around the edge was a border of small characters in the ancient writing. On the reverse side was cut the Crux Ansata, the mystic Tau, the sacred symbol of the Phallic god of the old world, which has puzzled the savants for ages. "What a treasure," thought Eric, "to lay before the scientists of the country, and what a deal of discussion it would arouse!" There was nothing more to be seen, and with a glance around the room he took up his light and followed Iklapel up the ladder. They had spent several hours in the vaultlike place and found Kulcan above waiting for them. He looked anxious and moody, and catching Gilbert's eye motioned to him to follow him. The young priest led the way silently, yet casting quick, cautious glances about him, to the large gate, and when they were outside, almost into the pinon orchards, he turned to Eric, and after a moment's nervous hesitation he began, "Did my brother ever gamble?" "Well," replied Eric, with a smile, "I've played the game my people call poker many times, I'm sorry to say--too many times in fact--and I've tried faro also once or twice, with poor sults"--"But," interrupted Kulcan, "did you ever allow yourself to be so carried away with the excitement of these games that you forgot your duty to your sisters and brothers?" "No," answered Eric, "but I have seen many men lose their heads and gamble away all they owned." "Then," said the priest, "you will understand. I must confess to you, my brother, and burden you with a miserable tale--a tale of grief and shame. I cannot look you in the face, but I must tell you. We have, as you have seen, a game called titlaca--meaning the unknown, unknowable--a game of numbers. Ah, how can I tell you? You will despise me!" "Go on," said Eric, who surmised what was coming, although he did not guess its full meaning. "The younger priests," resumed Kulcan, "have always played this game among themselves, as do all our people, but I had always, by Iklapel's advice, avoided it, and knew not even how it was played until a year ago. Then in an evil hour I ventured a wager against Chalpa's game, and I won sixty silver taos. Elated by my success and imagining myself to be blessed by fortune, I tried again and won. But the next evening I lost all that I had won, and in the endeavor to reclaim it I parted with as much more. I did not feel willing to stop then, but was eager to get my own money back. Then I said I would never gamble again, but before I had succeeded I had become a victim to the habit which dominates all the people of Atzlan. "This was before my father, the governor, died, and soon Chalpa had won all the money and cattle which I possessed. Then I began to be indebted to him, and in my now frantic endeavors to win enough to free myself--for debtors are slaves here--I became reckless, and when my father died Chalpa laid claims to all my property. But I had no suspicion of his methods and believed him honest. Chalpa changed his plans, or rather broadened them, for I think his object at first was only to win my possessions. He cast his evil eye upon Ainee, my betrothed, and although she despised him he wished to wed her. "In this he was unsuccessful, but that very month she was selected for the sacrifice, and he is the one who cast the lots. I dare not say it--I scarce dare think him so treacherous, so villainous as to do such a deed! Nor do I think he dare, for the decision is made in the presence of three others--priests in high standing. But she was chosen and you, my brother, saved her and restored her to me. Then my fortune altered for a time, and I recovered some of my money, but yesterday a horrible thing happened. I went again to his house and lost all--all; worse than that, alas! "Seeing me feverish, blind, despairing, he offered to wager all that he had won from me--everything--against my sister, my Lela. You know that under our laws she is mine to be given away, sold, bartered or wagered--as the head of the family I possess her--and perhaps you may not know that such debts as these are legal. Flushed with the aitsi which he provides, and dazzled at the chance to recover all my possessions, I accepted the offer. The next moment I regretted and tried to recall my hasty words, but it was too late. I had lost! I staggered forth and roamed about for hours, crazed with shame and terror. I thought of self destruction, but what would that avail me? Then I sought you, my brother, who know all things."

Gilbert reflected for a moment. To him, apart in thought and feeling from Kulcan and his people, the case seemed almost trivial. He could not realize that by the young priest's indiscretion he might lose the very light of his life. He viewed the transaction in a semiludicrous light, and attempted to lay that part of it aside and consider only Kulcan's financial condition, but the priest soon convinced him that his terrible wager was a reality--a most serious and momentous reality--and showed him the difficulty of an attempt to defeat Chalpa's desires, in view of the fact that the entire priesthood and populace would stand by him in exacting his just dues.

Kulcan reiterated his statement of the legality of the wager, and said that Chalpa had offered him his revenge in affording him an opportunity to recoup

by wagering a thousand taos of silver, well knowing that he could by no possi-

bility obtain that sum. Herein, how-

ever, Gilbert saw a vague chance to es-

cape as he reflected upon Iklapel's account of the fabulous sums of gold and silver in the underground vaults of the temple. In his character of a god he might, without doubt, convert some of

this idle hoard in the endeavor to save his darling, and he resolved to do so.

But the difficulty was, even after the money had been obtained, to play the game to prevent Chalpa from winning again.

Although convinced that the evil eyed villain had grossly cheated Kulcan, he had no knowledge of the game and knew of no means of detecting his fradulent practices. Underlying all his meditations was a stern resolve to settle the affair, as well as Chalpa's existence; as a last resort, by the argument of the pistol bullet, but he determined to try all other chan-

nels before availing himself of that source.

Curiously enough, upon his suggesting Chalpa's swindling, Kulcan, whose na-

ture was utterly unsuspicious, himself showed how he thought it could be done, and with a wild gleam in his eyes as

the truth seemed for the first time not merely to dawn upon him, but to burst

upon his mind in noontime glory, in a crushing, blinding flash of conviction, started up as though to seek the de-

stroyer of his happiness and face him with his accusations. But Eric restrained him, and after he had grown calmer he told him that he would endeavor to help him.

"But," he inquired, "does Iklapel or Lela know of this?" "Not a word," said Kulcan, "and how shall I tell them? What will they think of me?"

"They must be told," replied Gilbert, and then he bound Kulcan to forswear gambling forever by an oath which he devised upon the spot--an oath that chilled the superstitious priest's heart as he repeated it, for he feared Gilbert's wondrous powers with a childlike ter-

ror. It was plain to the latter that he meant to keep his promise.

Sending him to Iklapel with instructions to relate his story to the old priest, Gilbert went to Lela with much reluctance, for he knew that her love for her only brother hung largely upon her respect for his purity of character and lofty thoughts. His sad story, he felt, would shatter that respect, for he could not realize, he did not even imagine, that she shared the tolerant view that all Atzlan held of the gambling habit. Viewing it in the light of modern ideas, he thought she would be stricken with horror at the discovery of his folly and shame. He framed a plan of gently imparting it to her, but it was driven out of his mind when a moment later he encountered Lela hurrying with quick, graceful strides in search of him. She held in her hand one of the comical Atzlan dolls made of red clay, whose hideously painted face, surmounted by a shock of black bristles, added to her own look of fright, drove his mission instantly from his mind. "Oh, darling!" she cried, seizing his arm, "come quickly. Poor Listah, the hermit priest, has fallen from a ladder and broken his leg. He lies there moaning so piteously, and I know you can cure him!"

"Is that all?" said Eric, smiling with true professional unconcern. "I feared that it was something serious. And this?" pointing to the doll in her hand. She looked down, blushed a little, and smilingly explained that she had been dressing the horrible effigy for little Eltza when the old priest fell, and she had hurried in search of him without noticing that she held it. He took it from her, and looking at its face said: "No wonder the old man fell. That would frighten almost anybody." "Why," she retorted, "I think it is the nicest doll in Atzlan; it is so hideous," cuddling it to her, "But come; we must go to him!" Others came running, with eager calls, to him, and he went with them to where the old man lay groaning with pain and exclaiming that it was a judgment upon him for breaking his vow of isolation and coming into the city before his time had expired. But when Eric arrived and began to examine his broken limb he bore the pain with savage stoicism and uttered not a sound. It was a simple fracture of the left leg, which Gilbert easily set, and applying splints and bandages had the old man carried to his own dwelling, where he could attend to his needs. Listah was overcome with gratitude, and declared that he felt the leg healing already, although he winced more than once as his bearers moved along. When Eric saw him resting easily it had grown dark, and the moonlight was pouring down into the canyon, making the walls of the city gleam like marble palaces; the air was still moist and filled with the sound of the river as it gurgled and splashed over the shallow ford. Lela sat just outside his door waiting, with her cheek upon her hand and her hair shining in the mellow light like melted gold. As he came outside and leaned over her she looked up and reached her bare arms up to him, folding them slowly about his neck with a lingering, clinging, creeping movement that showed how fondly she loved, and sent a warm thrill through him, winelike, overpowering. She drew him down and held his face against hers for a long time, with closed eyes; then slowly their lips crept nearer, nearer, until they came together in one long drawn kiss. It was more--it was a marriage--a blending of two hearts made for each other, a reunion of two souls that in all the economy of the universe had been formed to be one that had been seeking each other for ages perhaps and had met at last. Such at least was Eric's belief, and it was with a reverential feeling that he kissed the noble forehead of this beautiful, angelic creature who so wondrously found it possible to love him, a rough, blunt, homely, ungraceful man. He said as much in fact, and she answered: "Oh, my darling, don't you know you are the noblest, most perfect of all God's creatures--the handsomest, bravest, tenderest, wisest of all men on earth?" and much more to the same effect, adding that the wonder was that he could find anything to love, to admire in her, a savage thing, etc. All this was so new to them, so rare and wonderful, that they imagined it had never occurred before.

"Did others ever love as we do?" was their constant query. But it was delightful, delicious and wound have reconciled a man to endure any existence whatsoever to dwell in such bliss. No wonder that for a long time he forgot all about Kulcan's difficulties and his darling's imminent danger. When he did remember it was with a sudden start that caused her to look up into his face in alarm and whisper, "What is it, my own?" in tender solicitude. Her eyes were on his face constantly, and she had grown to read each change of feeling, each mood, almost each thought, as it left its scarcely perceptible imprint on his countenance or shone in his dark eyes. She read there his reluctance to tell the tale of her brother's misdoings. In truth he hardly knew how to begin it. When he did he found to his surprise that she was not nearly as shocked as he had expected. She was, in common with all Atzlans, so used to tales of sudden risings and fallings in the fortunes of gamesters that her brother's losses seemed unworthy of such anxiety, for when his luck turned would he not win it all back? But when Eric, somewhat piqued at her indifference--the passiveness of a woman resting in her lover's arms--told her of Kulcan's last and most desperate wager the color fled from her cheeks, leaving them ashen in the moonlight, and with terror in her eyes she threw her arms wildly about his neck crying: "I am lost! I am lost!" Not for an instant did she discredit the legality of the transaction; its full meaning and horror were plain to her, and for a moment she forgot her lover's power, seeing only the awful, unavoidable fate before her--to be torn from his arms, a victim to the lust of a depraved man--not even a wife--for the fatal wager, so hastily made, gave her to him as a chattel. A convulsive shudder shook her frame, and her clasp upon Eric's neck was like the clutch of a drowning woman as she clung to him in her fear. But only for a moment. Then, like Kulcan, she turned to him for help and strength. "You will save me, my darling, I nkow; but, oh, I was so frightened that I forgot you for a moment. Yes, I was frightened, but now I'm not. It has gone--all my terror--and my noble love will keep his own unharmed." And in a moment more it really seemed as if she had dismissed the matter from her mind, for she said: "Now take me home, dear, for it is growing late, and my eyes are heavy with sleep." And Eric did, and then lay awake until far into the night trying to solve the problem.

CHAPTER VII. THE TOSS OF THE DICE. Chalpa's success in entangling Kulcan in his snares was not wholly the result of a well laid scheme. It was largely due to circumstances. The young priest's suddenly developed taste for gambling was simply the foundation upon which Chalpa based his villainous plot, and he succeeded beyond his expectations when he induced Kulcan to wager his sister. Chapa did not love her; he was probably incapable of the pure passion. He wanted her merely because he felt that she would strengthen his claim to the vacant chair of office.

Many of the priests and wealthy citizens frequented his rooms, which were large and comfortable, and were rendered attractive by a liberal dispensation of aitsi. The game which was played was but one of many ancient forms of dice throwing. [TO BE CONTINUED.]

The father of John Hunter, the great anatomist, was a carpenter and apprenticed his son to that trade.