VOL. XIII.

OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, DECEMBER 14, 1893.

NO. 37.

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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.]

Eric pondered awhile; he knew Kulcan's weakness and shared Iklapel's fear, yet he dared not depend upon Aza, a tool of Chalpa's, and one who might betray them. He knew that the element of surprise would be the greatest factor in the next day's work, and he desired most of all that Chalpa should remain in ignorance of his escape until the last moment. Many plans came to him. At first the thought of sending Listah or Jan-ila to Chalpa under pretense of submission came into his mind, but he feared to lose the services of either in this crisis. Other plans as weak presented themselves, were dismissed, and then he thought of Lela. He rapidly scanned his chances of getting to her. Jan-ila informed him that she was in charge of several old women, the chief among them being old Bari, Listah's wife, and by her help he fancied he could obtain access to his betrothed. The plan perfected, the next thing was to act. After unfolding his scheme to the others he exchanged garments with Jan-ila and rubbed earth upon his face to darken his complexion, and buckling his revolver upon him ascended the ladder. Aza still sat motionless, probably in a sound sleep, in the doorway, but he cau-

tiously and silently closed the door and as noiselessly climbed the next ladder.

There were three stories to the temple, each with its ladder, which creaked un-

der his weight as he climbed them. On the top, at the sacred space wherein stood the temple, he saw Iklapel standing mo-

tionless. The old priest seemed lost in meditation, but he heard the sound of

an approaching visitor and yet turned not until Eric laid a hand upon his

shoulder. Then he started, for he recognized Eric, and grasping his hand cried:

"Ah, my brother! It gives me strength and hope to see you, although I knew you were safe."

"Yes, safe, dear friend, and we will crush this rattlesnake, Chalpa, forever ere tomorrow's sun sets. I am going to send word to Kulcan to be firm and

yield nothing to Chalpa, and I think we are going to come out victors even more

easily than you expect. Chalpa is the one man we need bother about. When

he is out of the way the rest may be managed. But, old friend, you must

take some rest, for you will need your strength tomorrow. It is now late."

"Yes, it grows late; but, see, the people crowd outdoors; they will not go to their beds; they cannot sleep."

"All the better. I can pass among them unnoticed, for I am going to Lela to send her to Kulcan." "It is a dangerous errand," said Iklapel. "Not very. Even were I recognized I don't think any man would stop me; I carry many lives in my hand, Iklapel, and they know it. But go to bed and sleep, for we are safe." He went down the broad, graded descent and reached the ground unobserved. There was nobody near the temple; the priests were busy preparing for the festival on the morrow or about to seek rest. Farther on the people sat in groups about their doors or upon the lower range of roofs. Those among whom he passed glanced at him, but Jan-ilas blanket was close up about his ears, and they did not recognize him. He reached Lela's door and saw that a light burned within; he halted, at a loss how to summon Bari forth, but at that moment Eltza, now a large girl, came from the spring with a jar of water upon her head, and was about to enter the house when he stopped her. "Maiden, is Bari, the wife of Listah, within?" "Yes," she answered, looking sharply at him, but not knowing him, for his face was strange to her and dark. "Tell her, child, that one is here with a message from Listah, who would see her at once." She went in, and in a moment old Bari came out. There was a pale crescent moon low in the sky, and its light fell upon her face as she looked at him with a frightened gaze. He held up a warning finger as he stooped to hide his height. "Bari, do not speak; I come from Listah to ask you whether you are still his wife and friend or Chalpa's slave?" "Why, what mean you?" she exclaimed. "I saw my husband today; he need send me no such message. I do his bidding and no other's." "But you guard Lela, who is Chalpa's victim, the sacrifice to the god!" "Aye, but Listah did not forbid me, and it is my duty." "But, think you, would Quetzal like to see you preparing his bride for death?" "He has gone and left her--his she was, and he will protect her. I do no wrong in thinking it." "Yes, he will protect her, and you shall help him," he said, standing up before her and revealing his face. "Do not start--I am Quetzal. I have returned, but it must not be known until tomorrow. This you must do. Tell her privately that she must ask Chalpa to permit her to have one last conversation with Kulcan before she dies. She must go to Chalpa's house, where her brother is confined, and tell him I am here and will smite the rattlesnakes tomorrow. Tell him to yield not, nor be discouraged, for he will be safe."

"Kulcan is not at Chalpa's house," said Bari. "The priest has taken him to your dwelling, out beyond the city, and is with him there, for he says he will occupy that house himself hereafter." "The deuce he has!" ejaculated Eric. "That is cool! Very well, she must go there at once. Some of your women can attend her, of course, and conduct her home on her return. But there is no time to waste; she must go immediately; hasten now, but be cautious." Before she could reach the door it opened, and Lela came forth. Going straight to Eric, she threw her arms about his neck and said: "My own! Something told me you were here. Blessed, true heart, to come to me when I needed you so!" He kissed her many times, hushing her voice thus, and then said:

"You must go back at once. If you are seen here it will ruin all. Bari will tell you for what I came, and tomorrow all the trouble will be ended. Have pa-

tience and courage, my darling. Go into the house now, dear, at once." She obeyed silently. With one long fond look she entered the house. Old Bari followed her and closed the door behind her. CHAPTER XII. IN THE HOUR OF NEED. He stood there for a moment looking at the door, and then moved away, for a group of people was approaching, and he wished to evade them. The city gate leading to the orchards and to his own house was nigh, and he went out into the fields. After walking awhile he came to his mill, silent and dark by the riverside, and then he thought that he would go beyond and to his own dwelling and see if he could spy out anything there. This scouting savored so much of the romantic and perilous that it was fascinating. It brought back his boyhood's dreams to him and filled him with a queer sort of dime novel heroism that was positively thrilling.

It was within two hours of midnight. The moon, which was in its last quarter, hung almost over the horizon in the far end of the canyon; the air was so still that the soft murmur of the river came clear to his ears as he stood in the shadowe of the trees and looked toward his dwelling. Suddenly the silence was gently stirred--not broken--by what seemed to him as he listened, with a stilled pulse, the faintest, most distant chorus of voices. [He seized a long iron knife.] As a dream it seemed to come to him from some faroff esert space, like voices of the stars. Yet he surely heard it, faint, but clear, the air of "Annie Laurie," sung by male voices in unison, and it seemed the sweetest sound he had ever heard. It was for but a few moments that it was audible; then it sank away in the deepest silence, and he heard his heart's loud beating. He looked up at the silent stars and caught his breath. What madness was this? Had he truly heard the voices, or were the sounds but some fantasy born of the hour and the night? After a little reflection he arrived at the conclusion that what he had fancied he heard was but the result of momentary mental derangement, superinduced by the recent physical strain to which he had been subjected. It could

have no other explanation, and he re-

solved to be careful in the future. His reflections were interrupted by the approach of people and the sound of female voices. He sank deeper into the shadow of the trees, and hurried to a position where he could command a view of his own house and see all that occurred.

The group approached, and he saw that it was Lela and three of her women. She had been talking gayly to them, but low-

ered her voice as she neared the dwell-

ing, where she expected to find Chalpa. But Chalpa had heard their voices and came out to meet them, holding aloft one of Eric's candles. The light fell on

his swarthy face, showing a look of fierce, triumphant joy; in the shadow of his brows his black eyes flashed like those of a snake. He was plainly surprised at his victim's visit, and also at her easy manner, so at variance with that of the last two days, and Eric could see that he was wondering what errand had brought here there. As they neared the door he stepped toward them, saying: "This is a strange hour for a maiden to be abroad. What seeks my sister here?"

"I come to beg one favor of you before I die," answered Lela, throwing into her voice all the pleading, plaintive tones

she could command. "Let me see my brother and speak to him for but a little moment; I cannot go without bidding him farewell. I would see him alone, for tomorrow I cannot see him. I am re-signed--I will go to my doom quietly, willingly if I can see him just once more!" "Yes, you shall see him," he said. "'Tis but a little thing you ask. Tell me, can I not grant a greater boon?" "I ask nothing--nothing but to speak to Kulcan." "Enter, then," he said, standing aside; "your women shall wait here. No, they shall return. Go," he continued, turning to them; "return to the city. I will bring Lela to you when she is ready." Lela had entered the house, and the women, after a single glance at Chalpa's face, quickly departed. He stood for a little time looking after them, and then followed his victim indoors. She had already, in a few words, delivered her message, and when Chalpa's steady footfall came to her ears she was caressing her brother and bidding him be comforted. It was hard for Kulcan to conceal the joy and hope that filled him and brightened his face, but fortunately Chalpa, now bent upon another scheme, noticed nothing; he was delighted at the turn affairs had taken, and now that

Lela was so completely in his power his thoughts had taken a new turn.

After standing silent in the center of the large room--from which he could see the two--for some minutes, he approached them. Kulcan, his arms bound by thongs, raised his eyes, and Lela turned toward the crafty priest as he spoke:

"My brother and sister, I like not these harsh, uncustomary measures which we had to adopt. Methinks no other Katun feast has been so marred; it is an ill tiding when those so young as you show a spirit so strangely bent against our ancient practices. Yet 'tis because you are both young and headstrong. Lela, it seems, has at last become resigned to the will of Kinchahan, and will go cheerfully to Chalcu's dreaded altar; but you, Kulcan, you still are headstrong and perverse. Yet, as I love you both,

I would fain hold out some hope."

"What hope is there now?" cried Kulcan defiantly, all his strength and spirit returning to him now that he knew Eric lived. "No hope for you or your sister if you maintain that spirit of disdain," Chalpa answered; "but there is hope," he continued after a pause, "if you will do my will. I love you both right well. If I did not you would have shared the fate of--that is, you would not be here now to know my clemency and tenderness at this late hour." "Brother," interrupted Lela as he was about to answer, her soft voice full of pleading, "listen and be not rebellious. Chalpa holds out a hope to us. Let us hear him." "Yes, I hold out hope and safety for you both," Chalpa said somewhat eagerly. "I do not desire your blood--I can avert your doom if you do my will. Obey me and you both are saved, for believe me, before the sun sets tomorrow the thirty priests will have not only your sister's but your blood poured out upon the altar." "Oh, horrible!" cried Lela, covering her face. "Spare him, Chalpa! Take my life, but let not his blood be shed. Remember he is the last of our family." "I remember it only too well," answered Chalpa. "But why slay him?" she pleaded. "He shall be spared if you will. You hold his life as well as your own upon your lips tonight!" She looked amazed; a new fear smote her. What design had entered this cruel priest's mind? She knew no way to avert her fate apart from Gilbert's strong hand, and yet he seemed to offer her safety dependent upon her own will. Eric had crept softly to the door and heard every word. An inkling of Chalpa's purpose flashed into his mind; he smiled as he thought of the priest's helpless position. One step and he was lost as he stood proffering help to those two doomed ones. There was a silence awhile; then Lela said in a low voice: "What can I do to save him?" "Can you not guess? Have you not seen these many months that my soul seeks yours--that I love you as no man ever loved?" She drew away from him with startled eyes.

"Ah," he continued, "you must know that I wish you to be my wife. When Quetzal was here I did not seek you, for I knew he was but deluding you. Now he is gone; he will never return, and I love you still, faithfully, truly, forever. Will you be mine? Say 'yes' and you shall be saved and Kulcan also." "And if I say 'no?'" she asked. "Then," said the priest, "you will both die. No power on earth can save you. Not even Quetzal can help you now, for he is dead!" "No, not dead!" she cried, then closed her lips and trembled for fear that she had said too much. "Yes, dead; he cannot save you. Give me your answer now. Can you not see how I am tortured with love for you?" "Can you not give me time--until tomorrow?" "That will be too late; you must decide now!" he answered, his face working convulsively and his eyes blazing, for he thought he saw signs of her submission in those downcast eyes.

"What does my brother say?" she asked, turning to him. "Shall I save you and myself thus?"

"He has no voice in the matter!" Chalpa cried savagely. "It is in your hands." [TO BE CONTINUED.]

Smiles are smiles only when the heart pulls the string.