VOL. XIII.

OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, DECEMBER 21, 1893.

NO. 38.

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 rend. 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, 3646 North Broad Street, PHILADELPHIA, PA.

Will practice at Ocean City during the months of June, July and August.

DR. WALTER L. YERKES, DENTIST, Tuckahoe, N. J. DR. CHAS. E. EDWARDS, DENTIST, Room 12. Take Elevator. Haseltine Building, 1416 Chestnut St., Philadelphia, Pa.

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.

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.

GEO. A. BOURGEOIS & SON, Carpenters and Builders, OCEAN CITY, N. J. Estimates given. Buildings erected by con-

tract or day.

HENRY G. SCHULTZ, CONTRACTOR AND BUILDER, 2633 Germantown Avenue, PHILADELPHIA. BRANCH OFFICE Seventeenth and Asbury Avenue, OCEAN CITY, N. J.

ARNOLD B. RACE, UNDERTAKER, PLEASANTVILLE, N. J. All orders by telegraph or otherwise will receive prompt attention. Bodies preserved with or without ice. Offices 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 sys-

tem; 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 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, 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 ex-

tensive 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 cottagers 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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THE HIDDEN CITY.

By WALTER H. McDOUGALL.

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

[CONTINUED.]

Kulcan looked calmly at him. "If she consents, can you save us? Or can you even save me? How avert the anger of

the people when they are robbed of their sacrifice. How appease the priests who

wish to keep the ancient custom intact? Have you the power to do all this and not suffer?"

"Aye and more! My priests will obey me, and the people will be only too glad to abolish the sacrifice."

"Then why kill us? Let us go and try to make my sister love you for your clemency and forbearance rather than by this dreadful alternative."

"No! This is my answer!" cried Lela. "I would rather die than be loved by you; rather go to the altar than be touched by you. Yes, rather die by your hand than be caressed by it, or feel your dreadful snake's eyes upon my face!" Chalpa recoiled; then with the most bitter rage in his face he sprang toward her. Seizing her in his arms, as Kulcan vainly struggled to break his bonds, he held her before her brother. "See, fool, what you have done!" He shrieked. "Had you pleaded with her you and she would have lived and been honored. Now she is mine, and die you shall, but not before she knows my hate! See this fair throat, so soft and white! It shall feel the knife tomorrow, and you"--

His hand was raised to strike the white throat and bosom when Eric dashed into the room and sprang to her. Chalpa fell away from him, releasing her, and she rushed to Eric's arms. The

priest's face blanched to an olive tint, and his eyes started from their sockets as he stared at the apparition of him whose body lay deep in the flooded tunnel, where he had thought it would lie forever undiscovered. He gasped for breath. His knees smote together, and his lips drawn apart over his chattering teeth, trembled and turned ashen. Eric stood there looking sternly at him, although the fright of the wretch was almost ludi-

crous, and as he cowered against the wall in his terror Eric said:

"Chalcu has a brave servant, and yet he helps him not. Chalcu's servant seems not so brave as when I last saw him. Has his god deserted him that he cowers before a false god? Have his wits deserted the nimble cheater with the dice that he trembles so? He who fears not to defraud a whole nation seems to lose his courage before one man. Coward and fool! thief and traitor! the dogs of the city shall despise thee; the children shall spit upon thee and drive thee into the desert, thou serpent!" The words served to revive Chalpa. He drew his breath again and began to move toward the door, with his eyes fixed upon Eric in an unreasoning

glare. The latter made no move to

prevent him, thinking him completely cowed, but the shock of his appearance had dethroned Chalpa's reason. It was madness that gleamed in his eye now, and it was a madman's act that next followed. As he reached the table in the center of the room he seized a long iron knife, and in an instant sprang upon Eric. Kulcan's cry was Gilbert's warning, for he had turned partly away, and he drew his revolver instantly, but the savage lunge made by Chalpa struck the weapon, and it fell from his grasp. He saw the maddened eyes, like those of a hungry wolf, before him, and he struck at them. The blow sent the priest clear across the room, but he was at Eric before he could gain his weapon. Another right hander--and one which in Eric's usual condition of health would

have finished the battle--took him in the

cheek and sent him to the floor. His weapon cut into Eric's arm in its fall, but he did not feel the wound, for his blood was up. A third time the priest gained his feet and sprang at him. His cheek had puffed up and his left eye was partly closed; his teeth ground in frantic rage. He came at Eric more cautiously, with more deadly care, and made a half circle before him. Gilbert dared not stoop for his pistol and stood prepared to strike with all his strength, which he

felt was already waning.

Suddenly, as with the practiced boxer's perception he watched the gleaming eyes before him, he saw their purpose change, and then he saw or felt that

the priest was about to throw the knife.

His hand was raised, and his fingers

lessened their hold upon the blade, and

then Eric saw a flash, a loud report rang through the room, and Chalpa dropped the knife and fell prone upon his face.

He rose in a moment to his knees in a convulsive effort and strained every muscle to gain his feet. His body swayed

forward thrice; then, with his empty hands reaching forward with a wild, clutching motion, he fell on his face again, dead.

Jan-ila stood in the doorway with the smoking rifle in his hand and a smile of mixed wonder and complacency on his face.

You have killed him!" cried Eric as he placed the now unconscious girl upon his bed.

"Yes," said Listah, appearing behind Jan-ila and looking somewhat askance at the rifle. "He would have killed you. He deserved his death; it is justice." "Thanks to the gods," interposed Janila, "he is now out of the way. I can breathe easier." Eric cut the bonds that confined Kulcan's limbs, and as he did so Jan-ila cried out: "Some one comes!"

As he spoke Tepelpec stood in the doorway, and after giving one look at the prostrate form of his dead accom-

plice turned and was lost in the dark-

ness. Listah called to him, but received no answer; they only heard his rapid footfalls as he hurried toward the city. "He has gone to get help," said Janila. "We may have to defend ourselves until we can summon our own forces.

I will go to the city and arouse our friends."

"No, let me go," suggested Listah. "I am too old to be of as much use here as you."

"Yes, Listah can go," said Eric. "He can best serve us so, and meanwhile if we have to fight we can hold this place against a thousand until he brings help." Listah departed immediately. They carried the corpse of Chalpa out and laid it upon a blanket. "Now for preparations!" cried Eric. "First let us wet down the roof, for if they fight us they may try to fire that first."

This they set about doing at once. As they worked they heard sounds in the city which told them that the people had been aroused by the rifle shot. They could see lights moving upon the roofs and hear the shouts of the people. A little later they saw a group of approaching the house which was now to be a fortress. It was too dark to distinguish the features of those approaching, and they retired within doors to await them. The group halted within a hundred yards of the house, and the watchers heard them conversing in low tones. Shortly afterward another and larger party appeared and joined forces with those already upon the ground. Eric began to feel that they were really besieged. No move was made by the enemy, however, and he concluded that they were awaiting the light of day to begin operations. It was now about two o'clock in the morning. Lela had recovered consciousness and had been so calmed by the presence of her lover and brother that she had sunk to sleep. Eric's own eyes were heavy, for he had not slept for two nights. Jan-ila, who was as fresh looking as a boy and as wakeful as a cat, whispered to him when they had grown tired of watching and waiting for some action on the part of the besiegers: "Lie down, master; you and Kulcan both need rest, an I will watch them. If anything happens I will awaken you at once."

Realizing the need of rest, Eric felt the force of this advice, and after a few words of caution to their sentinel threw himself upon his bearskin. Kulcan stretched himself beside his sister, and in a very few minutes they were both soundly sleeping. Jan-ila sat upon the doorsill, with his eyes fixed upon the now silent forces of the enemy. He felt rather than saw that there were eyes in the darkness watching him, also closer perhaps than he imagined, and he involuntarily drew indoors as he speculated upon an unseen enemy piercing him with a stone tipped spear or arrow. Nothing occurred, however, and at last the night's intense blackness began slowly to give way to the gray dawn. He awoke Eric and Kulcan, and they surveyed the array before them with

different feelings.

Eric measured the forces with a cool, calculating eye. He knew that his revolver and rifle were equal to the task of defending his fortress, but he did not relish the idea of slaughtering these human beings, and he still hoped that they were there only to parley with him and not to avenge Chalpa's death. To Jan-ila he assigned the rifle, warning him not to fire until he was ordered. The youth was most bloodthirsty; he wanted to mow down whole rows of the enemy at once and disperse them before they could begin the attack, but Eric showed him the folly of the proceed-

ing.

They could see that the Atzlans were disputing among themselves, debating perhaps the method or propriety of an attack, but it was impossible to hear what was being said. It was now light enough to see also that there were hundreds of priests in the horde, and that they were the leaders. As yet the enemy had not seen the besieged at all and knew not how many were in the house. When it grew lighter they moved up the slope and halted again, forming in a great semicircle about forty feet away. Tepelpec, with a great ax and a rude sort of shield, was evidently in command. He was to the fore a few feet, and when a moment after they had halted, Eric sent Jan-ila out to speak to them he raised a shout of angry defiance. Jan-ila took no notice of him, but stood in an altitude of semiridiculous dignity, with a most elaborate smile of derision and contempt on his face, awaiting silence to begin his speech. The shouts and murmurs subsiding quickly, he let his gaze wander along the line and began: "How long, O friends, have the people of Atzlan followed the leadership of Tepelpec the Polecat? It is a new thing to me to see him in the part of a chief!

Perhaps he has poured upon you the juice of the weed that blinds men's eyes so that they see no longer, and you think you follow the eagle or the great bear.

Or perhaps 'tis I who am blind, and it is not the polecat I see arrayed for battle.

Woe to me if he strike me, this mighty chief! Lo, see me! how I tremble before him! What seek you here, Tepelpec? Are there no old women for you to fight? Are the little girls and boys no longer alive to be terrified by your face that you come here to meet men? Step out, come nearer; though I fear you, yet will I speak to you, Tepelpec the Polecat!" The priest took a step forward, then stopped. "Ha," cried Jan-ila, "you are modest! Why, Tepelpec, I never dreamed of it! You, the great chief and warrior, hesitate to come to me--a boy!" "I will come to you readily," answered Tepelpec, "if you lay aside Quetzal's thunder death, which is in your hand. 'Tis that I fear, not Jan-ila."

"Yes, that it is!" Jan-ila retorted. "You know well that I can strike you dead where you are by raising it thus!"

Tepelpec recoiled with some haste, and the whole line drew back several yards. "It is the thunder death of Quetzal!" cried the youth, holding it aloft and looking at it with bright, exalting eyes. "It slays, even as Quetzal slays with his eyes if he will. Far away he can smite with it; no man can escape its deadly breath. Their lies your Chalpa!" He

stepped to the body and tore off the blanket. "There he lies; he dared the thunder death, and it slew him!"

The crowd broke into wild shouts and drew nearer. Jan-ila stood unmoved as the yells increased and weapons were brandished. He sar arrows being fitted to the horn crossbows and spears being aimed at him, and he knew that a shower of missiles might descend upon him, but he gave no sign of fear. He heard Eric's voice behind him:

"Keep cool, and fire if any of them come forward!"

He raised the rifle and aimed at Te-

pelpec, whose voice was loudest in inciting an attack, but the priest was now beyond reason. A wild frenzy possessed not only him, but all of the priests and many of the people. It seemed as though they had imbibed some exciting narcotic like that which drives the Malay into the state of blind fury called "amuck," for while they raged many of them seemed oblivious to Jan-ila and strode about with frantic gestures and unmeaning cries.

Tepelpec ran a few steps toward Jan-

ila, and stopping hurled his ax at the youth; it passed close to his head and fell in the room beyond. Kulcan crouched closer behind the door, and his sister, with a blush of shame upon her face, picked up the weapon. "Keep back," said Eric to her. "Come inside, Jan-ila!" he cried, but the boy had raised the rifle again, and he heard the click of the hammer as it fell and the cartridge failed to explode. Jan-ila looked amazed; the whole mass of men rushed at him and were almost upon him before he realized his position and turned to the sheltering doorway. As they came up the slope Eric stepped forth, and they halted for a moment at the sight of him who, as Tepelpec had assured them, was dead. He was calm and collected, but his face was stern and terrible. Tepelpec himself, terrified, staggered back with his eyes bulging; but three other priests--tall, wiry men--mad and raving, in a ferocious ecstasy of hate or intoxication, sprang at him. One of them drew his bow taut, and as he stood for a single second with his arm drawn back Eric fired at him, and before the others had recovered from the startling sound they both fell beside the archer. Tepelpec, either losing his head in his fear or gaining courage in his desperation, took three steps forward, and he, too, fell, pierced by the great forty-four bullet from Eric's weapon. [TO BE CONTINUED.]

The Boomerang Is Not New.

The boomerang, the Australian native's weapon of offense and defense, referred to in all reference works as an instrument unknown until after the discovery of Australia, was doubtless known before the time of Christ. Pliny the elder, a contemporary of our Saviour, writes as follows in his "Natural History" respecting the instrument made of the wood of the aquifolia: "If a staff made of this wood, when thrown at an animal, from want of strength in the person throwing, falls short of the mark, it will come back toward the thrower of its own accord, so remarkable are the properties of that tree."

It is altogether probable that the learned Pliny did not consider the shape of the "staff" and referred its peculiarities to the nature of the wood of which it was made.--St. Louis Republic.

About How He Felt. Mr. and Mrs. Fitta were out driving. "I wonder," said she, "just what the poor horse's feelings are? It must be just horrid to be driven and dragged around, without any idea as to where one is going, except as some one directs." "I fancy I can appreciate his feelings," replied Mr. Fitta calmly. "I imagine he feels just about as I do when you take me out on a shopping trip."--London Tit-Bits.

AT THE OLD TRYSTING PLACE. The dead leaves rustle at my feet, The moon is shining brightly; Something has softly dimmed my eyes. Across the path one shadow lies, The path two trod so lightly. It was upon a night like this Love left us only sorrow; I held her little hand in mine; That parting is to me divine. Then there was no tomorrow.

Since I have learned life's lesson well Hearts are not easy broken. Tonight all joys I have forgot; There's something sacred in this spot, Where sweet goodbys were spoken. I'd feel less lonely with myself If I were broken hearted; Would I could live that night again, With all its sadness-sweetened pain, When love from love was parted!

--Lippincott's.