VOL. XIII.

OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 30, 1893.

NO. 35.

Ocean City Sentinel. PUBLISHED WEEKLY AT OCEAN CITY, N. J., BY R. C. ROBINSON, Editor and Proprietor.

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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.

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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.

WM. E. KERN, Civil Engineer AND Surveyor, Steelmanville, N. J. Special attention given to complicated surveys. OWEN H. KUDER, 408 Seventh Street, (near Asbury Avenue) BOOT and SHOE MAKER REPAIRING NEATLY DONE. 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. 708 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., 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 system; new electric street railroad; 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 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, 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 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. 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.] The stooping figure, so like Iklapel in its mimicry, straightened up before him suddenly, and at the same instant he was seized from behind in a viselike grip and thrown to the ground. He struggled to release his arms and draw his revolver, but his assailants had increased in numbers. A gag was forced

into his mouth, and his arms were bound behind him. He was allowed to lie there for a moment, and then they

raised him to his feet. He saw that he was surrounded by a number of men in

priests' robes, but it was too dark to recognize any of them. He looked in

vain for Chalpa's face, but the priest was not visible. One of the band went

into his house, and bringing forth the candle led the way into the pinon or-

chards, the rest following with Eric, who, resisting sullenly in unavailing self censure, was carried bodily.

They hurried him along, as though fear-

ing pursuit, through the orchards, along the river again until they came to the ancient burial place, where they halted

a moment to be joined by Chalpa. His black eyes gleamed in fierce joy as he

leaned over Eric and smiled his cruelest smile, so full of hate and fiendish satisfaction that it chilled his captive's heart for a moment. "Ah, our pale Quetzal has lost his power! Why does he not strike his servant dead with his eyes? Where is his strength now? If he be a god, let him now save himself. See," he said, turning to his fellow priests. "See the sick, weak god, how he lies there pale and feeble! Why does he not call forth his thunder and strike us dead?" "Show us now thy mighty magic, O wonder worker," cried another, before we entomb thee forever!" "He does not answer," added Chalpa, in mock pity. "He is silent before his servants. Speak, O doer of strange deeds, and speak thy last, for silenced you will be forever this night." Eric made no attempt to speak, knowing that the effort would but provoke their derision, and they raised him again, carrying him to a ruined mass of ancient tombs. Here they placed him, and while one held the flickering light the others removed several flat stones, revealing an opening large enough to admit a man. Into this they crawled, one after another, and pushed Gilbert, feet first, into what he found to

be a great square passageway choked

with debris. One man remained on guard at the entrance; the rest followed the light in Chalpa's hand down the inclined passage.

The air was cool in the passage, but not damp, and the light flickered now and then as they proceeded. He noticed several branching passages, but his bearers followed the main one until they came to its lowest depth, where it seemed to ascend beyond to a still farther distance. Here they laid him down and drew back--all but Chalpa--who, standing over him with a scowl of hate, addressed him, holding the light close to his face: "Fool, to think to outwit Chalpa, the rattlesnake, the wily serpent! Know you not how many men have died who crossed the rattlesnake's path? Their bones are whitening in secret places; their homes know them no more; their memory even is faded and gone--even as yours will be--for Kinchahan, our god, loves his servant and hates all false gods; therefore I leave you to him here in the darkness. Listen and you will hear the river running overhead; we are now beneath its bed. You will have time to listen to its voice and be lulled to sleep. No one will disturb your dreams this night, O false god, for here man never comes. You will sleep the sleep that comes to all who anger Chalcu, the dread one." With one last bitter glance of hatred Chalpa left him. Eric saw the light grow dim as his captors went up and along the tunnel, and then it disappeared. When the footfalls ceased he heard the solemn sound above him, which told him that the river rolled close over his head. He realized that he was in one of the most ancient of the crypts of which Iklapel had informed him, so old that it had been forgotten long ages ago.

CHAPTER X. IN THE UNDER WORLD.

There was not a ray of light; the very darkness seemed to press upon him bodily, and the silence was only broken by the ceaseless murmur of the swollen river. He fancied every moment that he heard Chalpa or one of his companions returning. He could scarcely believe that they really meant to leave him there. But the minutes passed; he could now hear his heart beating in a tumult of mingled dread and vexation. Angry resentment against Kulcan, Iklapel and Jan-ila burned in his bosom, alternating with regret and despair when he thought of Lela, probably also a victim to Chalpa's wiles. Suddenly a distant sound fell upon his ears. He raised his head to listen. It came muffled to him, as of blows upon stones; then a sound of falling masonry, clear and distinct, though far away. Was help coming to him even now? He lay flat upon his back, bound hand and foot, and already felt stiff and feeble. He hoped they would hurry; this irksome position and continued strain was not the best treatment for a convalescent. How long they were in coming! He tried to wait patiently, to think of other things, in order to distract his mind, for he felt that they might be longer in the search for him than his captors had been in bringing him there. Perhaps they might wander off into other passages, too, before they reached him.

[A form came splashing through the water.]

He tried to be patient and to wait with a serene mind. A long time elapsed; he thought that he had been there for perhaps two hours and began to feel again the horrible creeping dread. The idea now occurred to him that the noises he had heard had been

caused by Chalpa blocking up the mouth of the tunnel. This came with the force of conviction to his mind and took his breath away. His mind reeled with the thought of dying in this manner, and he almost lost consciousness.

Then came another accession of courage, and he tried to remember how long human endurance would resist death by starvation. Men have lived, he knew, for days, then died in wild insanity, unconscious of suffering. Must he lie there and feel death creeping closer in that black vault--a death full of nameless terrors, unseen horrors, unable to even struggle against it--or beat his hands against the prison walls--without one ray of light? He tried to turn over, intending to make an effort to hobble on his knees back toward the entrance, but he was too stiff and feeble to more than raise his head and shoulders by pressing his elbows upon the floor. After a half minute's struggle he sank back with a groan.

Benumbed and lethargic he began to hear strange music; the songs of birds, the lowing of cattle and the barking of dogs, and then fitful gleams of light danced and flickered before his eyes. Yet he knew they were unreal--that the silence of the grave encompassed him, and that his unruly brain engendered them. Then suddenly, in the midst of these, he heard a real sound, so clear and distinct that it smote upon his ear

like a bell's tolling. It was the sound of water, rippling and darting close to his side. With silvery cadence it splashed and gurgled, and he felt its presence in the sudden coolness and dampness that it brought. With every sense alert he listened. It was close beside him. What could it mean? It flowed for awhile, and then its splashing seemed to cease, and there remained a gentle rippling. Then, to his horror, he felt its icy touch upon his feet and in a moment it was round and about him, lapping his body hungrily. It rose rapidly. He could feel it coming up and swelling against his sides. He had raised his head when he first began to listen, and when he let it fall now the water was above his chin. He raised his head again, and then began another struggle to lift himself upon his feet. He gained his knees, his head reeling with the effort; the water was already up to his waist. He swayed from side to side, scarcely able to support himself. Cold shivers racked him; he trembled as with an ague, and he felt that in another minute he would lose consciousness. Then, while life seemed just departing, he--almost disbelieving--saw a light approaching, and a form came splashing through the water, and he was seized by a strong hand. How his life and strength came surging back! He heard the words: "A moment more and old Listah would have been too late!" and then Listah cut the thongs which bound his arms, and reaching down into the water severed those about his feet. "Hasten, Quetzal, or we shall die like rats in a trap! Follow thy servant quickly." It was no easy matter; but a few stumbling steps brought the blood into circulation, and leaning upon the old man he staggered on. Up they went, the water decreasing in depth at every step until at last Listah stopped, saying: "We are safe here, for we are above the river's surface. Now rest awhile, and then we will eat. Then my master will strike and punish the accursed of Atzlan, the cheating Chalpa, will he not?"

Eric said nothing. He looked at Listah, wondering by what strange providence he had found him and saved his life. After a moment he drew his revolver and examined it. The waterproof cartridges, he knew, were able to withstand a severe soaking. He wiped the weapon upon the bosom of his Atzlan tunic, the only dry portion of his garments, then he answered: "Yes, my brother, I will repay Chalpa, and speedily. But tell me how you found me?" "Last night I, thy servant--abroad from my hiding place under the city--saw them seize thee. Fearing them, I made no outcry, but followed stealthily. They disappeared in the old tomb, and when they emerged I saw that they had left my master within. When they departed I entered, and, lo, they had filled in a passageway of which I knew not the existence. I flew to my hidden place, and since then I have searched for access to this tunnel under the river. Many passages I searched and found thee not, but when I found the water I knew I was on the right trail. They have made an opening on the river shore, and into it the water is pouring. They think thee dead, drowned like a rat. Aha!" Old Listah fell to chuckling.

"And Lela, what of her? And Iklapel?" "In truth, I know nothing. My vow ended today, but I have spoken to no man yet until I saw thee!"

"Then we must be up and at work, for they may be in danger also. Lead the way, Listah, and let us get out quickly and be at them."

"Nay," said Listah, "my master must remain hidden while Listah goes forth to discover what has been done. But first we will go to a more convenient place, where you may rest until I re-

turn."

Listah took up the torch and led the way to his hiding place.

CHAPTER XI. OUT OF DARKNESS. [He discovered that he overlooked the great estufa.] When they reached Listah's chosen retreat, after threading the maze of the many devious passages, the priest counseled Eric to take some food and lie upon his bed while he reconnoitered. So Listah left him, and he laid himself down on the rude couch. He could not sleep, of course, for his mind was too agitated. It was now midday, as Listah had told him, and a little farther down the passage in which the old recluse had made his home there shone one slim white ray of light from above, feebly illuminating one little spot. He went to it and saw a small opening in the wall a few feet above his head. He stood looking directly upward along the ray of light and saw that it came through a trapdoor in the roof of an apartment above. Placing several large stones together, he was enabled to peer through the opening, and discovered that he overlooked the great estufa, the sacred council chamber and secret room of the Kabilo. It was deserted and dark, but his eye, accustomed now to intense gloom, could discern every feature of the great room into which he had never before penetrated.

It was arranged like an amphitheater, with a capacity of perhaps two hundred people. In the center stood the hideous image of Chalcu, the god to whom the fearful human sacrifices were devoted.

Barbaric and rude, misshapen and ugly as it was, the image awoke from its terrible import a thrill of momentary awe even in his bosom. How many lives had been given to this ancient idol; how many fair throats had poured forth their

virgin blood upon its altars in the long ages of his dread reign?

The image had been, he could see, newly painted, and the gold and silver upon it polished until it glowed in the darkness with a semblance of life. Two

immense emeralds were in its eyes. They were turned toward him and seemed full of dark fire, as though the god saw

him spying there. The effect of dignity was lessened by the row of ancient but very precious sea shells that formed the teeth of this terror of Atzlan. They made

its smile more terrible to its votaries perhaps, but to Eric they reduced the god's dignity to grotesqueness. This

element of the grotesque grew upon him as he gazed at it standing there, solemnly, like a Mardi Gras relic, a monument to the folly and the debasement of man. As he looked the light grew dim and faded suddenly. A figure came down the ladder, then another, and he saw Chalpa and his assistant, Tepelpec, a weazened, pockmarked villain, standing before him by the side of the idol. [TO BE CONTINUED.]

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