VOL. XIII.

OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 16, 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.

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THE HIDDEN CITY. By WALTER H. McDOUGALL.

[Copyright, 1892, by Cassell Publishing company, and published by special arrangement with them.]

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Then Iklapel stepped forward, and after waiting for the noisy outcry to subside spoke to them. He said:

"Our brother is right. He has told me many things of the fair land he lived in before he came to us. In that land there

is no night, for they turn it into day with many suns and moons which they have made for themselves. They have made great monsters that work for them unceasingly; they can speak to each other afar off, even when they can

not see one another; they make wood and gold and silver talk; they walk upon the water and under it, and they fly

through the air like birds; they kill their enemies with their eyes and with thunder. We are glad that our brother has come to us. He is Quetzal, the long awaited, the restorer of Atzlan."

This speech of the aged high priest was greeted with tumultuous applause, but Kulcan's sharp eyes detected around Chalpa a group whose silence and pe-

culiar looks denoted that there was some feeling among a few inimical to Gilbert and his ideas. He noted it with a mental resolve to investigate its meaning, but it passed from his mind a mo-

ment later as Gilbert raised the gate and the water rushed down the sluiceway and poured over the wheel.

For an instant it seemed to resist, as though the long ages of superstition, barbarism and ignorance were loath to relax their dead grasp, and then it slowly turned with a majestic motion and began to revolve easily and gracefully under the steady flow. Gilbert ran into

the mill while the people stood in silent awe outside, and he saw the yellow grain pour out upon the stones, and in a few

moments the meal, rich and tempting, appeared, and he called them all with a glad, triumphant shout to come and see it. They crowded in with rather timor-

ous looks and gazed wonderingly upon the moving wheels and the golden meal pouring into the bins in steady streams, and they voiced their thanks most heartily. It was a touching sight indeed to Eric and Lela, for it meant so much to them, with their minds filled, as they were, with plans for the good of the people of Atzlan.

That night they feasted, a merry gath-

ering, and the principal viand was bread and cakes made from the new meal. It was delicious, perfect, and for a long time it was regarded by the people as almost sacred, but the steady outpour from the mill soon familiarized them

with the product of its machinery, and as it entirely abolished the use of the laborious mortars and grinding stones it made the lives of the women less toil-

some. This made him more of a favor-

ite than ever among the women, and old Bari, the wide of Listah, idolized him.

She came with her grain to the mill fre-

quently and praised Eric's good deeds to the men in charge until they tired of her garrulity.

Listah had disappeared and secluded himself in order to fast, pray and be-

come "epsu," or purified, by isolation from mankind, but where he had gone was a mystery that perplexed these two

young men. Bari need enough meal for two, and they believed she was supply-

ing her husband with food, yet they could not detect her taking it to him. It was the custom to tempt, annoy and

disturb any "epsu" seeker in order to test his strength, and they desired to discover his whereabouts, but they

failed, for garrulous as she was she could hold her tongue when she wished.

It was while they were plying her with vexatious questioning that they

were overheard by Gilbert, who was surprised to find that Listah had taken up his vow as soon as he had laid away his crutches, and drawing the old wom-

an aside he asked her to tell him where her husband was hiding, promising to

keep her secret carefully. Bari looked at him with a knowing smile and replied: "Quetzal knows full well where his servant Listah hides, waiting for the

day that is to come when he will be needed. Why ask me, the old woman,

when he knows his servant is under his feet, down in the dark halls beneath us, becoming purified and perfect? I take

food to him from your mill every night, but he has not seen the sun for many days."

From this Eric readily divined that old Listah had taken refuge in the un-

derground passages that were so gen-

erally avoided by the people. He won-

dered if Iklapel was aware of the priest's retreat, but he came to the conclusion that Listah had probably discovered some opening in one of the remote pas-

sages and remained near his base of daily supplies. He had certainly chosen a most secluded place to perform his vows, and he hoped he would be undis-

turbed.

I have said that Eric and his assistants were the only active workers in Atzlan during the long summer days. Every hour had its duties, and his labors kept

him awake far into the night. He was compiling an Atzlan dictionary, study-

ing the ancient records, making a col-

lection of the fauna and flora of the can-

yon, making sketches of the people and their costumes, with notes upon their

habits and customs; teaching Lela and Eltza the English language and the art of reading and writing during intervals

in his regular occupations of furnace building, mining, milling and curing the few ills of a generally healthy populace.

He wore the Atzlan costume, for his own clothes had long ago become rags, and he felt himself as thorough an Atz-

lan as any man in the city, and when he saw the autumn come again and the harvest feasts were held he felt all the

joy of a native. The people were more lively; they held games and weird dances every day, which interested him intensely in their esoteric significance, and the prospect was very satisfactory to him and to Lela and Iklapel. That his coming had been of immense benefit to the people he could see, and he felt a swelling of pride at the fact which was only quelled by the thought of what he could have accomplished with better facilities.

He felt no desire to return to civilized life; he was willing to devote several years to the work of converting this city

of the stone age into a modern borough with all its improvements. With iron as his servant everything was possible, and in a few days iron would be forthcoming. Then for machinery, steam, electricity! Meanwhile he had accomplished wonders. Hundreds of labor saving devices benefited the city; candles, soap, glazed pottery, spinning wheels, improved looms, beer, yeast, pulley hoists and many other valuable fruits of civilization

had been introduced. While he was fin-

ishing his furnace he had made molds for casting plowshares, harrows, anvils, grates, axes, hammers and other imple-

ments of cast steel, and he viewed the outlook with supreme satisfaction. His iron works were some distance from the city--down in the canyon--where he had discovered the remains of ancient smelting furnaces forgotten long ages since and almost buried in the debris of the shaly cliffs. Remains like these have

since been discovered in other parts of the region and show the facilities which the prehistoric races possessed for smelting and casting ores. The Atzlans had traditions only of the times when their forefathers mined and worked their ores. He had built as nearly perfect a Bessemer furnace as he could with his materials, and it promised great results.

He had erected a stone dwelling for himself outside the city walls in a wooded spot facing the river. On the ap-

proach of autumn he moved into it with all his belongings. It had three rooms,

with modern fireplaces, and windows with glass of a poor quality, but a home

product. The walls were hung with the great, gorgeously colored Atzlan blan-

kets, and furs covered the antique pave-

ment of the floor--a treasure rilled from an old portion of the city.

Iklapel had long before assigned to him a body servant named Jan-ila, a dark, active lad of twenty, Ainee's only

brother, who cared for his wants with pious zeal. Jan-ila--or "Johnnie," as Eric was fond of calling him--slept in one of the smaller rooms, his master in another, while the larger apartment served as a general office, dining and

council room. Jan was so apt a pupil that he outstripped both Kulcan and Iklapel in his knowledge of mechanics, arts and

language under Eric's tuition, and of

modern ideas he was a most eager imbiber.

All of Gilbert's reforms and improvements had been accomplished without in any manner usurping the functions

which Iklapel exercised pending the election of a new governor. He had al-

most entirely left his priestly duties to Kulcan, who performed them with a

laxity born of increasing distrust of the efficacy of the religion of his fathers.

This the crafty Chalpa had observed, and he used it as a pretext for fomenting the fears of the priests. He painted in

strong, fervid colors, and with potent logic, the decay of their ancient faith, the downfall of the priestcraft and the loss of their fat livings. He so wrought upon their fears at every opportunity by these forceful pleas that he had already formed a fairly strong following.

Familiarity with Eric had lessened their awe while it had increased their admiration of him. They were already willing to abandon their belief in his divinity, and were beginning to realize that instead of a being from another world he was a man like themselves. The events which now occurred aided Chalpa's plans and strengthened his position as a candidate for the governorship. Both Iklapel and Kulcan were aware of a growing feeling among the priests in favor of Chalpa's candidacy, but they did not believe that he could gain adherents enough to affect the result of the election, which was to occur in the early spring, a week before the feast of the Katun. Eric and Iklapel had determined to divest this feast of its horrible, sacrificial, murderous character, and the old priest's powers were all bent in this direction while he left the electioneering to Kulcan.

All of the younger priests could be counted upon to favor his advanced views, but only a few of the elder could be expected to depart from a time honored and powerfully potent religious custom. While only a few of them had witnessed the last Katun feast, fifty-two years before, yet the barbaric rite had many firm adherents. The subject had

been approached at great tribal meetings in the circular estufas, but it had been handled so carefully that even Iklapel could form no opinion of the strength of the new movement.

The blast furnaces had proved successful; men were even now grinding the new axes to an edge with intense eagerness and satisfaction, and every one of Eric's castings had turned out perfect, much to his delight. It was

midwinter before they were finished, and his assistants had worked indoors and converted one part of the great tenement into a huge factory, where the crash of hammers upon anvils filled the

air with a cheerful din, and the great, dim room, with its cobwebbed rafters black with the smoke of ages, was peo-

pled with grimy figures hurrying here and there in the glare of the forges. Inquisitive, curious Atzlans crowded about the doors, wrapped in their blankets and

furs, and cheered their fellow citizens, who worked not for wages, but for the benefit of their kind, under the tutelage of the strange visitant from the skies. Great things were prophesied for Atzlan in the coming spring by the gossips of the city.

One cold night Eric sat at his rude table, while Jan-ila lay stretched on a pile of furs before the fire, with his back to it, like a lean dog, when Iklapel entered the door. The old priest was en-

veloped in a colored blanket, and as he removed his fur head covering and seated himself upon one of the benches by the wall he said: "The geese fly fast and thick to the north. The spring will come early." "It will be welcome," replied Eric. "Aye, and by none more joyfully than me," answered Iklapel. "Yet it will be stormy," spoke up Janila; "more stormy than ever spring was before in Atzlan. "How do you know that?" asked Eric, with a gentle smile. "Where did you gain your weather wisdom?"

"I have heard much," he answered, sitting up, "and I have held my tongue because it is not meet that a boy should speak before his father, but I know that Chalpa fears that there will be no Katun, and he talks daily to the priests and sometimes to others as well. He is plotting mischief, for he walks abroad at night, wolf that he is. Ah, he distrusts me, and yet Jan-ila, the water rat, has crepy near enough many and many a time to hear his words of hate and treachery! I remember the look his face wore on the day you saved my sister, and I know he hates and fears our Quetzal. Why I know not, except that he hates all things good and loves darkness. "Today as I was hunting along the cliffs I heard voices, and walking softly in the light snow I came close to one of the old homes up there where no one dwells. The voices were within, loud and angry. I heard Chalpa speak. He said that unless we had a sacrifice we could hold no Katun feast; that he who opposed the Katun sacrifice was a foe to Atzlan and should die. Then there was disputing, but he silenced it and declared that the new governor must be of the old religion--a believer in the death gift and all old rites. He claimed that he had many votes among the people and the priests and could be elected, but the people must be stirred up to proclaim their desire for a great, glorious Katun, with a beautiful victim. "Oh, his words made my flesh creep and my blood to boil. I longed for Quetzal's thunder death that kills afar off, but I held my peace and crept behind the rocks, for they began to come forth. There were twenty in there. Agzai, Bela, Quastit, Rakki-piak, Bart-zel-ai and Geia, the hunchback, were among them--the oldest of our fathers--and they silently went down in the twilight like murderers." Upon closer questioning Jan-ila, whose memory was very remarkable, repeated the debate verbatim, and it was serious enough to cause Iklapel and Eric to look grave and anxious. "What can we do?" the latter inquired. Old Iklapel gazed into the fire for several minutes, then answered: "I am in doubt, my brother. It is too soon to announce our plans or proclaim our views to the people. They are not ready yet. But Chalpa is gaining ground, I can see that, and he can cause us much trouble. I know not what to do." "Kill him!" cried Jan-ila, looking at Eric. "Kill him as you did the snake and the great beast in the woods! Then he will no longer trouble you." In the midst of his speech Jan-ila started and sprang noiselessly to the door. He peered up and down, across the moonlit space between the house and the river, and turning to those within whispered: "I heard a sound. Some one was listening at the door." As he spoke Eric saw a shadow pass the window on the other side. Iklapel had heard nothing, but Jan-ila was convinced that some one had been spying, and that one he believed to be Chalpa himself. Iklapel soon rose to go, saying: "It is near to midnight, and old men need more sleep than young ones." And wrapping his blanket tightly about him started forth, declining Janila's offer of his company. [TO BE CONTINUED.]

Advice For Hot Weather. Always carry an umbrella. If it rains, there you are, don't you know, and if the sun comes down and you are idiotic enough to be out in it, protect what head you have with intervening shade. How many sunstrokes have been saved in my particular case by the intervention of my parachutic friend it would be difficult to determine.--Howard in New York Recorder.

For a mosquito bite, or for any sting of insect or small eruption, there is nothing better than the old fashioned remedy of our mothers, soda mixed with vinegar until it foams well. France leads the world in fanmaking, and one was once made for the Empress Eugenie which cost $2,400 and one for the Princess of Wales valued at $1,000.