VOL. XIII.

OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, DECEMBER 7, 1893.

NO. 36.

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. Wedding 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.

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. 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.

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, 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; 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, 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 connec-

tions, he has superior advan-

tages 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 prosper-

ous 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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[CONTINUED.]

Chalpa examined it carefully and re-

marked:

"He is dry now. We can take him out and set him on his pedestal at once.

How handsome he looks in his new dress!"

"He is delighted at the prospect," re-

joined Tepelpec. "I'll wager no Katun feast was ever graced by such a beauty

as Lela. The god looks hungry, too, methinks."

"Ha!" ejaculated Chalpa. "Fifty-two years of fasting would make even Chalcu hungry. It comes all too rarely, this feast. It should occur every twenty years. But he will feast well and nobly!

Is everything prepared?"

"Everything, although the victim is far from feeling disposed to go willingly. She will not drink the sacred aitsi, and I fear that she will make us trouble to the last."

"Perhaps," replied Chalpa with a grin full of triumph and hate. "But go she

shall; quietly if she will, or in our tender hands if she is unruly. And the people--are they quiet, think you?"

"Too quiet; I fear there is a strong undercurrent of feeling against this sacrifice which only needs stirring to become an open protest. They seem to

think that you have taken some unfair advantage of the girl." As Tepelpec

said this he cast a quick, sly glance at his superior.

Chalpa started and glared at his assistant:

"What do you mean? Do you dare to say"-- He hesitated.

"Nothing, father, nothing, only--I have heard a word or two now and then that seemed ominous."

"By Chalcu, I would like to hear such a word! The lips that uttered it would

utter no more lies. And remember, keep watch over your own tongue lest it slip and lead you to destruction."

"I speak to no one," answered Tepel-

pec, "but to you. From you, I think, I need conceal nothing. We, I hope, understand one another. I know that you

have long desired to be revenged upon the girl, and that you would hesitate at nothing, my master, to accomplish your

ends--even unfairness"--

"You dog!" cried Chalpa, "do you dare to think that I would cheat in this solemn and fearful duty?"

"Pray talk not of duty, dear father; here, alone, we need conceal nothing. I

am not your slave! I fear you not, and I dare tell you that I think you a most

admirable master of trickery, one who would steal the snake's fangs from him without his knowing it. Believe me, I admire you, and I am proud to aid you in your plans."

Chalpa, pale with rage, sprang upon the smaller man, seized him by the throat and shook him as a terrier shakes a rat.

"Miserable son of a polecat, thy drivelings bespeak thee an idiot! I have a mind to kill you now at Chalcu's feet!" Tepelpec's eyes and tongue were protruding when Chalpa cast him loose, and he staggered for a few moments.

"Kill me, Chalpa," he cried, "aye, and in one hour the people will know how you swindled them! They will see the crafty Chalpa in a new light, as one who

seeks his private ends in their public matters, who takes their maidens to the

feet of the god because they will not love him, who juggles with the sacred

dice and with such solemn mien tricks the simple worshipers. Ah, they will relish learning how they have been deceived!"

Chalpa stood thunderstruck; such ef-

frontery he knew, of course, was backed by knowledge of his evil ways.

"There is a person," Tepelpec went on, "who knows it all and has the proofs.

If I disappear he is instructed to pub-

lish the truth immediately. So, my father, when you kill me you merely pull the whole edifice of fraud down

upon your wise head. You will not be so foolish. No, you will cherish Tepelpec as your aid and assistant, who can help you well. You need a faithful,

trustworthy accomplice in the game you are playing, for you cannot carry things

with such a high hand against the people as you did against Quetzal--they are

too many. Iklapel and Kulcan have many friends--they will not all believe so readily our story that we saw Quetzal

go up the cliff and disappear. They will suspect you perhaps, and you need help to deceive them."

Eric could see that Chalpa was confounded. Full of vexation, he hung between his wrath and his fear for awhile. Then, assuming an air of unconcern, he exclaimed:

"So, friend, you play the spy upon me! Well, so be it; know then that I will stick at nothing to win the place and power I covet. You can help me, and you shall be repaid. Let us now hasten,

for tomorrow is the day that will make or mar our fortunes."

"Everything is ready and awaiting only your orders. Kulcan, Iklapel and Jan-ila are confined, as you commanded,

in separate rooms in the temple. The old man is obdurate; he swears we have

killed Quetzal, but Kulcan may yet yield to save his precious life."

The cruel, hungry smile crossed Chal-

pa's face. "He will not save it even then, the coward! I am sorry I did not place him

beside the false Quetzal; they would lie beneath the water together and cease to vex us!" "The maiden is at the house of her grandmother, old Intzu, whom I have commanded to prepare her for her fate. She is haughty and will not speak to me.

I visited her but now, but I saw her not.

Still she is well guarded by men armed with Quetzal's axes. We can thank him for that blessing."

"I will talk with her," said Chalpa, his eyes lighting with a steely glitter in the gloom. "She will listen to me! Hark! What was that?"

It was a slight noise that made both start, caused by Listah, who, returning

along the passage, stumbled over a stone. He stopped at once, seeing Eric's upraised finger, and stood motionless.

Chalpa and Tepelpec, like two alarmed rats, peered in every direction in silence for awhile. Then Tepelpec said: "It was nothing--a loose stone perhaps." They noiselessly ascended the ladder and disappeared.

All the while Eric's hand had been on his weapon, but he was loath to kill

them in cold blood, although he had fully determined to slaughter Chalpa as

he would a rattlesnake or a rabid dog simply to rid the earth of a vicious and

dangerous animal. It had become simply a question of self defense, and al-

though he had been long in arriving at such a decision he was resolved to carry it out. In this he was justified, inas-

much as Chalpa had twice attempted his life, and would certainly kill him if

he had another opportunity. He could not invoke the law in Atzlan with any

sense of security, and he would be his own law and rid the city of a base scoundrel.

When the two had gone he stepped down and related their conversation to Listah. When he had concluded the latter said:

"Tepelpec is right--there is much ob-

jection to the sacrifice. People are saying it is time to abolish it. They say that Quetzal was averse to it, and they believe he will return in time to prevent

it. But there is a strong party in favor of it too. They seem about divided. Some fear Chalpa and side with him."

"Did you see Iklapel?" "Yes," replied Listah. "He is guarded by my nephew Aza, and he permitted me to speak to the high priest. He was

filled with sorrow, for he thought you dead. He did not believe that you had left us, as Chalpa has said, but he feared that you were murdered. When I told him you were here he almost wept for joy. He brightened up and appeared years younger. He has told me how to get to the vault under the temple by the secret door which you know, he says,

and we are to go there and be ready to rescue Lela tomorrow noon. He thinks it wise to wait until then."

"Did you see Lela?" asked Eric, his patience giving way entirely.

"No; she is with her grandmother. But Bari, my wife, is one of the weavers and is allowed to see her; you can send her a message and comfort her."

"Let us do so at once," cried Eric. "She must be told, for that her heart is

breaking I know too well. Go to her and tell her all. Give her this knife and tell her to use it upon Chalpa if he be-

comes too dangerous, but also tell her to be cautious and keep our secret well.

Go quickly; I will await here patiently."

Listah turned off, Gilbert following him along the passage, but slowly. The

old man, accustomed to the dark ways, could move rapidly, and he soon van-

ished. In less than thirty minutes he reappeared smiling.

"She is happy," he said. "Chalpa has been there, but she taunted and defied

him, and he feared to touch her because the people would know of it and be

shocked. She is now sacred in their eyes. Jan-ila has been released, for they

think him not dangerous, I suppose, and he will be here soon with food and your

long thunder tube, if he can bring it without detection. Everybody is busy preparing for tomorrow, and perhaps he will not be observed. We must meet him. Follow me."

They walked down the crypt until they came to a spot where there was an opening into an unused apartment; the stones had fallen in and choked the tunnel, but there was room for a man to squeeze through. Once in the room above it was easy to pass into another.

"Here comes Jan-ila at last," said Eric as the youth began to descend the

ladder from the room above. He carried with much difficulty a huge bundle

of firewood--light branches, such as were used as fuel for the temple. When

he reached the foot of the ladder he fell on his knees and embraced Eric's legs with many protestations of joy.

"I did not believe you dead, my master. I knew you would return. I have brought the rifle and the cartridge belt; now we can rescue Iklapel and Kulcan.

There are many who are with you. Chal-

pa is feared more than he is loved, and when they see you many will desert him. Let us hurry!"

"Hasten slowly, my lad. We will wait for the proper moment; then with due

effect and the pomp of our surroundings we will crush friend Chalpa so that he will not rise again."

"See," said Jan-ila, breaking into his bundle of fagots, in which he had con-

cealed the rifle, "I have brought food and candles."

"That's more to the point, for I am nearly starved," answered his master.

"But first we will go to the chamber under the temple. There we can be near

Iklapel and be ready at any moment. Show us the way, Listah!"

They followed the old man, who held a candle aloft, and after a journey of perhaps a half hour came to a stop be-

fore an apparently solid wall of large stones. Eric recognized the great slab

in the center as a door similar to the one Iklapel had opened when they had

inspected the treasure vault.

They passed through and along the passage again until they came upon the

treasure house of Atzlan, filled to over-

flowing with the accumulated wealth of dead, forgotten nations. Even old Listah lost his stoical reserve and burst into as-

tonished exclamations, while Jan-ila walked around among the various an-

cient, almost priceless relics with open eyed and open mouthed wonder. It was truly a remarkable spectacle. More wealth in gold and silver lay there unguarded, unheeded, than the banks of the entire world could command. Its introduction into the commerce of the United States would revolutionize all the markets on earth! Half--yes, one-eighth--of it was a colossal fortune; the wealth that Pizarro, Cortez and their followers ravished from Peru and Mexico was equaled and surpassed by this treasure.

"It is the treasure of the gods," said Listah finally. "It belongs to them--yes, and it belongs to Quetzal!"

"It is not for us at any rate," rejoined Jan-ila. "I would not know what to do with it if I had it."

"Nor I," Listah replied, "but Quetzal knows, I would wager, and many won-

derful things he could make for us. For me one good ax or knife of his wondrous new metal that he calls iron is worth

all this great pile."

There was a strong fascination in the hoard to Eric. He felt a sort of miserly greed creep over him as his eyes roved over the mass; the old vases full of gold dust, strangely shaped utensils and furniture, meaningless trappings of all sots, shapes and sizes aroused his antiquarian interest and his cupidity at the same time, for there were fortune sin single objects lying there upon the tiled pavement; relics of the prehistoric past

that nations would vie with one another to secure--not for their intrinsic value

alone, but for their ethnological interest.

A great golden calendar, a circular disk, with strange obsolete characters all over its surface, lay against the wall. What a prize for a museum! And he noticed several figures of animals, well modeled in gold, and among them stood a regal elephant with greatly curved tusks. He looked sharply at it, and as he stared he realized that it was a model in miniature of the extinct mammoth!

"There are pictures of them in the sacred books," said Jan-ila when Eric had pointed out this wonder, "for I have seen them often. The pictures show men spearing them and being trampled under feet by these same monsters."

They lost no more time, but started at once for the chamber under the temple, for Eric remembered well the way now, and they reached it in a few minutes. Noiselessly they entered it, and the two priests reverently, for both had been there before on solemn occasions. This room held the ark of the Atzlan faith, Quetzalcoatl's vessel, and it was a sacred apartment, into which none but priests ever ventured. Listah extinguished the candle as soon as they were fairly in the cellarlike chamber. A few narrow shafts of light shot through the crevices, but they could see that the light was dim and that darkness was rapidly approaching. They heard footsteps upon the light flooring above, but they ceased a moment later. They waited a full hour in deep silence and almost complete darkness; then Eric reached out and touching Jan-ila upon the shoulder drew him close and whispered: "You go up the ladder and lift the trapdoor silently and carefully. If no one is in sight, slip out into the room and then outdoors to find Iklapel. If he is there, call him softly and tell him we are here, ready to act. Be very careful, my boy, and don't get nervous." Without answering Jan-ila quickly mounted the ladder, and after a moment's pause cautiously and almost imperceptibly opened the trapdoor. They saw him disappear through it, and it was closed softly.

An hour elapsed, and then Eric went up, and lifting the trapdoor peered out.

A dark form, and one which he did not recognize, sat in the doorway motionless. Its back was toward him. He raised the door higher; he could see nobody in the room. While he stood there wondering, looking upward he saw the opening in the floor above fill up with a dark object, and he quickly closed the trapdoor and held his head close under it to listen. Not a sound reached him, but after a long interval he felt the door move. He drew away from it and de-

scended the ladder. A pair of legs appeared, and then the form of Jan-ila, who closed the door after him. He had caused no more noise than a serpent in all this time. Grasping Eric's hand he whispered: Iklapel was upon the roof, and I went to him; I could have escaped down the outside pathway, but I wished to return to you, for you will need me. Aza the Sleepy One guards Iklapel; Kulcan is confined in Chalpa's house, and Iklapel fears that they will prevail upon him to side with Chalpa after all. The people are greatly excited and ready for almost anything. Kulcan's attitude will influence very many, and I think it is well to inform him of your safety. Aza could be influenced, I believe, to come over to us and carry word to Kulcan, for he--Kulcan--will never weaken if he knows you are alive. What thinks my wise master?" [TO BE CONTINUED.]

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