VOL. XIII.

OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 23, 1893.

NO. 34.

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, Com-

missioner 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. WAGONER, 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. 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.

GEO. A. BOURGEOIS & SON, Carpenters and Builders, OCEAN CITY, N. J.

Estimates given. Buildings erected by contract or day.

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., fur-

nished 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 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 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, intimately 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 desire 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. Occasionally 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.

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

CHAPTER IX. IN CHALPA'S HANDS. [Here they released it with a toss into the air.]

Now Iklapel and Kulcan had conceived a plan which delighted them both beyond measure, and their thoughts ran in this wise: Instead of a Katun

feast of horrors, bloody sacrifices and dread sights that brutalized the people and made them cruel and hard hearted,

they would have a marriage feast! And the bridegroom would be the wonder worker, Quetzal, and the bride Lela, the

daughter of Atzlan. The audacity of this scheme staggered them at first, but

they grew familiar with the thought as they pondered it, and were pleased with

themselves mightily. But it was a long time before they approached Eric upon the subject.

When they did they were fortified with many grave reasons and convinc-

ing arguments with which to overcome all possible objections, but to their sur-

prise he fell in with their views at once.

But he said: "Not I, but Lela, must decide the question, my friends. Let us go to her and ask her now."

They went to her apartment, and as they entered she perceived that they had

come upon some more than ordinary errand. She paled as she gazed upon their serious faces, and looked from one to another with questioning glances. Taking her hand Eric spoke:

"My Lela, Iklapel and Kulcan have discovered, I know not how, that we

love one another, and they wish to have, instead of a human sacrifice at the feast

of the Katun, a marriage feast, to make it a day of gladness and rejoicing, and they have chosen us as the victims. I have left the decision to you." She hid her face upon his shoulder, and they had no other answer. In fact when she raised her head they had both departed and gone about their business.

In the midst of his happiness Eric was seized with a feeling of insecurity, a

foreboding of evil, which was in truth the prelude to a period of illness. After battling with it for awhile he resolved to avail himself of the only means of reaching the outside world by releasing his long captive carrier pigeon. Many a time its soft eyes had petitioned for freedom, many a time he had almost opened the wicker cage, but had checked the generous impulse, determined to await the hour of need. Somehow it seemed to him that the time had now arrived.

He wrote the message upon a piece of squirrel skin, the parchment of the priests, and fastened it to the pigeon's tail. The bird looked bright and well; it seemed eager to be off as it gazed at him with its head on one side and strug-

gled to free its wings. Lela took it from his hands, for it had long been her pet, and covering it with her scarf she carried it up to the temple top where no one would observe them. Here they released it with a toss into the air.

Straight as an arrow in its flight, for five hundred feet it darted up, then be-

gan to circle in ever widening sweeps, faster and faster, ever higher, ever

stronger as its wings gained power, until at last, high in the firmament, it

passed beyond their vision, and the canyon wall shut it out. They stood silently watching until it had gone from

view; then Eric said with a sigh of satisfaction:

"He's well off! Now if no hawk seizes him, nor hunter bag him, he will be in San Francisco in a few days." "And then?" she inquired dubiously. "Then? Well, then in a few more days perhaps you will see other men of my kind, many of them, maybe--and maybe, too, you will find some one far more to your liking." He looked slyly at her, but she scorned to reply. She was so sure there was no man like him

in all the wide world that she could smile at the very thought.

That night in her dreams she followed the bird in his flight over the desert and the mountains, and it seemed that it was in sight of a fair city, but suddenly a hawk with the face of Chalpa swooped

down and struck it to the earth, then de-

voured it at his leisure. She awakened with a shudder, glad to find it but a dream. She did not tell it to Eric, for she was superstitious and feared it would trouble him. The very next day the council of the Katun was called. Its duty was to select a victim and arrange for the great feast. It was composed of twelve priests, the office being hereditary, the only hereditary office in Atzlan. Some of them were old, but the majority were men under thirty. Chalpa was the chief of this council and one of the three who cast the fatal lot to decide which of the twenty maidens selected by the council should die. The council was in secret session eighteen days; no one knew its decision, not even the high priest, and the result of its deliberations would not be known until a week before the feast. This would be the week of the election, and the public mind was in a ferment; all pursuits were neglected, and the people spent their time discussing these two topics from morn until night. Chalpa was seen everywhere, using all the arts of the politician; the priests were busy at all hours; the maidens, with fearful eyes and blanched cheeks, went and wove shrouds for themselves, for no one knew who would be taken. In the midst of all Eric became ill from overwork and lay for ten days in a delirious fever, tenderly nursed by Lela and Jan-ila, but unconscious of their presence. She rarely left his bedside, administering to him the medicines he had placed at his side--as he had instructed her when he felt the fever gaining upon him--and giving him the food that Jan-ila prepared; hanging over him in tender brooding when he slept, or standing at his side in terrified agony when he raved in his delirium--talking to those demons whom he saw, she thought, menacing his life.

Her sweet face was the first he saw when the fever left him, and he opened his eyes with speculation and reason in them. He lay there looking at her for awhile. She sat at the foot of his couch, and the morning light was gleaming in her golden hair. He saw that she was pale and wan with anxious watching, and her eyes, that looked so mournfully out over the meadow, had dark blue shadows under them. She sighed as a breath of scented air came, full of spring's promises, in at the open window, and turned to find his dark eyes with love's gentle gleam in them fastened upon her face. She gave a little start and then came to kneel beside him and take his hand. She was not yet certain that this was not a new phase of the fever; but she turned his face to her as he pressed her hand and said: "Dear heart, how long have I been ill?"

"Oh, so long, so long, my own--ten long, dreadful days--and I feared that I should lose you! But you will get well, sweetheart. You will not leave your poor Lela!" "No, dear, I will not leave you. I shall recover fast now, I think, and you --my own--you look so pale and tired! Go and rest and get some color in those white cheeks." She laid her head on the pillow beside him and looked deep into his eyes. After awhile her own lids drooped, and in a moment she slept, with a contented smile upon her lips. The blue veins in her forehead made her skin look like purest marble as she lay there. Her sweet breath fanned his cheeks as he gazed upon her, fair and childlike, yet a woman in the full bloom of her rare beauty--perfect--the very dream of an artist or poet. When he left his bed and could walk to his window and look forth, lo! the spring had stolen upon the canyon suddenly and sweetly! The sight of green meadows, the blossoming trees, the snipe darting in zigzag flights across; the long, easy swing of the swallows as they skimmed the water, sent the blood coursing through his veins, and he felt his strength returning in a rush. But he had been near to death's door, and the fact was known to the people of Atzlan. It strengthened Chalpa's position immediately. "This is no god!" he proclaimed. "'Tis but a man, for lo! he is dying! His breath is as ours. Shall we worship a god who can become ill as we can?" Then Eric began to fancy, as he lay in his bed at night, that he heard prowling footsteps about his house, but Janila, watching jealously, could not detect any prowlers. But Eric put his revolver in his bed and kept it there. He awoke at dawn one morning and lay watching the rose tints grow and gleam along the canyon's castellated brows. Soft pearly

shadows mingled with the rose, and deep, sullen blood crimson hung in the crevices of the rocks. Above was all sulphur and gold red, shooting up in long streamers across the clear, cool blue of the sky. He heard the peewee call and the shrill "teet teet" of the snipe. Then a robin burst out in a rich, rollicking matin song that made his heart swell with a queer mixture of joy and sadness. It was all so sweet to come back to and so touching to him, softened by illness, that the tears almost came into his eyes. Then as he looked he saw a dark hand and arm appear at his window.

The hand held a bunch of small, pale green berries, and it shook nervously as they were squeezed, and a few drops of grayish white juice fell into his water jar, which stood on th In a second he had fired at the hand, but missed his aim. Jan-ila awoke with a startled yell and stood dazed for a moment, then rushed to the window. No one was in sight, but a minute later people began to emerge upon the housetops and peer about. Others hurried to Eric's dwelling to ascertain the meaning of Quetzal's thunder. All joined in the search for the wretch who had attempted his life, but he had left no trace. The circumstance put Eric upon his guard. He realized that the enemy was willing to resort to the sternest means to accomplish their end, and he once more put on his belt and holster and carried his revolver wherever he went. This attempt upon his life, however, was adroitly used to Chalpa's disadvantage, for he alone was known to be inimical to Eric, and the selection, which took place two days later, was lost to him by only twenty-two votes. The priests and the heads of families alone voted, and the latter were largely influenced by the dastardly attack upon Eric's life--placing it entirely to Chalpa's account. The latter gave no sign of the rage that consumed him, but smiled as craftily as ever when the votes were counted. He congratulated Kulcan with the suavity of an Italian diplomat, for he had not played his last card, and he was now resolved upon a desperate measure. He now knew the strength of his party and the stuff of which his partisans were made, and in another week he would rid himself of his principal obstacles and come out triumphant. Another week and the Feast of the Katun would be held. He alone knew the name of the doomed maiden whose life would go out that week as a sacrifice to the god of centuries. On the morrow he would announce it, and he felt the thrill of horror which would creep over the city when the name was heard. That same morning Jan-ila, arising and going forth for a matutinal plunge, found a roll of cotton cloth upon the doorsill. It contained a white stone, with these words upon it:

Thou art God, and knowest they have chosen Lela for the sacrifice. Waken and spare not. He hurried back to Eric, and the reading of the words gave the latter a shock which unmanned him for several minutes as their dire meaning crept fully upon his mind. He sent for Iklapel and Kulcan. The younger priest was horrified and amazed. "Could he dare!" he cried. "The fiend! To wreak such a revenge! I cannot believe that he would do such an act. Even he, reckless and cruel as he is, would hesitate to bring such a thing to pass. Has he lost his senses?" "What do you mean?" asked Eric. "Of whom are you speaking?" "Chalpa, the head of the council; he who casts the lots and decides the fatal dice throwing! Chalpa the cheat and liar!" cried Kulcan, throwing his arms up wildly. "I fear him not, the scoundrelly assassin!" Iklapel peered at the youth under his shaggy eyebrows, the fire in his dark eyes blazing and somber and low. "Does my brother believe that Chalpa can cheat; that he would dare to deceive the other two judges, the whole city and Quetzal?" "Can cheat? Dare?" cried Kulcan. "He can, and he dare, and I will face him with the charge! My sister shall not be the sacrifice!" "No," said Eric quietly, "she shall not, even if Chalpa has to be taken off to check his too pious zeal. I don't want to kill him, but I certainly shall if he resolves to sacrifice her." "Yes, you are right," said the old priest. "What can we do?" "We must get Lela here and keep her until we can arrange matters," Eric replied. "She must come tonight, for she will be safe here. I could defend this house, with Kulcan and Jan's help, against a thousand Atzlans." "We will go for her at once," cried Kulcan excitedly. "Come, Jan-ila!" "No, not now--not in daylight--they will suspect!" cried Iklapel. "We must prevent an open conflict; we must win by peaceful means if possible, unless he makes the announcement this afternoon. In that case we must resort to extreme measures." They dispersed. Eric and Jan-ila immediately prepared for a siege, filling the windows with slabs of stone to resist arrows, and provided food and water enough for several days' use. Iklapel stationed himself at the temple to send the news if the announcement was made, while Kulcan guarded Lela.

At sunset Iklapel's messenger came. Chalpa had announced that Lela was to be the Katun sacrifice--the news was in everybody's mouth. Eric sent Jan-ila to Lela at once and kept guard at the house. His pistol was in his holster at his belt, his rifle in the large room, while several axes and spears--sharp and keen steel--lay ready for Kulcan and Jan-ila. It grew darker, and they did not appear. The city was strangely silent. He could hear none of the usual evening sounds. A deep, solemn hush hung over all, and the splashing of the river against the bowlders came clear to his ears in the falling shadow. He stepped outside and stood before the door, and his tall figure was outlined darkly against the light within. He had almost resolved to desert his post when he descried two figures approaching, one of them apparently Iklapel. He walked toward them, and noticing that their blankets almost covered their heads stopped short and

peered into their faces as they came up to him.

[TO BE CONTINUED.]

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