THE ONTARIO ARQUft THUKSDAY, NOVEMBER 11 1915. PAGE TWO j; K V I f I I fc. i Neal of the Navy I WILLIAM HAMILTON OSBORNE Author of "Red Mouse,'' Novelised from the Photo Play t j 1 "Running Fight," "Cats- of the Same Name Produced j j I paw," "Blue Buckle," etc. by the Pathe Exchange, Inc. J j KirtBVfielML tsaU. i Wlll,.m LJ.rt.IW. n Iktlu.i-na) Mnvln Picture of pbDi Installment hown every Friday night at the Dreamland Theatre. SYNOPSIS. On the day of the eruption of Mount FH Cspt. John Hardin of the STi-amir Prlnr rescues five-year-old Annette Illnicton from tin open boat, but le furred o leave behind her father and lila com panion. Illngtnn la assaulted by Mer nanilei and Ponto In a vain attempt to Sat papers -M l. IKnaton hna mtniii send aboard tho Prim with bin daughter, papers provlns; hla title to and tailing the whereabout of tha lost Inland of Cinnabar. Illngtnn'i Injury cause hla mind to berotne a blank. Thirteen years lapse. Hernando, now an opium smug gler, with Ponto. tne, a female accom plice, and the mlndlca brutn that once wa Illnarton. come ' Seaport, where the widow of ( aptntn I. .rdln I living with her ann Ncal and Annetti Kington, and plot to alra) the lepers left to Annette ny hr father. Neaf triea for admlaalon to the Naval academy but through the treachery of Joey Welcher Is defeated by Joey and disgraced. Neal anllata In the navy Ines aat a trap for Joey and the conaplrator gt him In their power. Re agreea to ateal the paper for them but accidentally aata fire to the Hardin I mi the brute-man reacue Annette with the paper from the flame FOURTH INSTALLMENT THE TATTERED PARCHMENT CHAPTER XVII The Return of Inei Castro. Out of that holooauat the uaeleaa conflagration that deatroyed the old Hardin cottage at Seaport Annette saved something. She saved the links that bound the present to the past the Identifying objecta that made her on with the little child who had been aaved yours before from the ruin of Ht. Pierre. "Whatever they mean," ahe told her foster mother, "they'll help me And my father; they'll help me find boat lale. And I hare a atrange preaenttment that 111 find him at Lost lale and not before." They were aeated, theae twf, In their temporary place of abode. "Who rescued me that night ?" ahe queried. "How did I get out of the bouae at nil; who did that?" Her foater mother ahook her head. "Nobody knows. Annette," ahe aalil Hhe lit a email alcohol lamp under neath tiny toe, knttle "Watch It. Annetto," ahe said, "It's ao email It Bay boll over." Moll over It did later, and with pe culiar consequences Mrs. Hardin measured out a quantity of Ceylon ten, and then held out her hand "LM me aee the map of Loat lale again, Annette," ahe aald. "It aeems ahame wo can make nothing of It. " It waa atrange, for at fl rat glanoe the map aeemed quite worth while. It waa traced upon an ancient piece of parchment, old and yellow. At the top waa thla Inacrlpilon: "LOST ISLE Or CINNABAR." "Cinnabar," repeated Mrs. Hardin "Seema to me I've beard of auch an Island." Annette ahook her head. "I've looked It up. Cinnabar la not a place, It'u nothing but an ore." The older woman continued her ecrutlny. "Heru'a the mine marked on the island with a croae what kind of a mine what'a clunabarT" "Qulckallver ore," returned the girl. "It muet be a qulckallver mine." "Nothing elae upon It, except the word 'tytone castle,' nothing alas." Tha girl aprang to her aide. "Yes," aald tha girl, "theae two other worda below." Hhe placed ber finger upon them They were two email worda near the lower left hand corner of the map: latitude. Longitude. "Yea," went on Mra Hardin, "but what latitude and what longitude?" Annette amlled. "That'a the point. It doean't aay. That'a what I've got to find out. but I'll find out, never fear." Mra. Hardin lit a lamp, placed the map flatly upon the table, aud exam ined every nook and corner of It. "Well," ahe aald at length, "I've aooured the map and I can't make head uor tail of It, ao we 11 have some tea." bbe placed her band upou the ban die of the little Im pot. She drew It away auddenly, for It waa uuuaually hot. Her hasty uiovumeut dislodged It from its moorings aud the boiling water apouted out over the tabla Moat of the boiling water apouted on the map. Mrs. Hardin snatched the map away aud wiped It with her ker chief. Then she haudud the map to Annette. "Uet It out of my algbt be fore I acour the whole thing off the face of the earth," ahe aald. Then ahe stopped. "Annette," ahe went on, aharply, "what's the matter?" Annette was polutlng to the map "Look! look!" ahe cried. Well might ahe exclaim, for there, upou the yellow aurface of the parch ment wherr only half a doaen words had appeared before, there now ap peared a multitude "Latitude 18 degreea, 10 mlnutee north; longitude 123 degreea. 40 min utes weat. Granted to Illngton, Span lsh American explorer, for dlstln gulahed service by Joseph Bouaparte. king of Spain. In the year 1809; the original grant being In poaaeaalon of the father of the Santa Maria mia sms iu Lower California, to be sur rauderad Jo Us heir of Illngton upon of "Neal Of The Navy" will bo proof of identity and presentation of this map." Annetto stared at It. "Jove!" ahe Anally exclaimed. "Iost Isle la Lost Isle no more, thanks to a tea kettlo full of boiling water; but, look, look, It fades again." "Fades as It cools." aald Mra. Har din. The door oponed stealthily. Joe Welcher entered. "Joey," cried An nette thoughtlessly, "toll ua where'a 18 dogrees latitude. You can pass examinations. And 128 degreea longi tude. Right off the reel." Joe Welcher mistook the Inquiry for mere airy persiflage. He failed en tirety to connect It with tho map. He atrodrt to the table. The map still lay there but now upon Ita face appeared noun of the recently revealed Inscrip tions, It waa as blank as It had been before. Welcher's Angers Itched to get hold of the msp. He needed It In bis business, for his buslneaa Juat now waa keeping out of trouble. He stretched forth a hand to take It "You and your old map," he said, with an attempt at Jocularity, "It's llks a game of solitaire. Let me look at It again." Annetto folded It up and thrust It Into hnr bosom. "Not so, Joey," shs returned. "It's never going to leave my possession again. It'a precious to me now." A sudden light broke In upon Joe's understanding. He peered at her cun ningly. "What'a that you wars say Ing shout istituds and longitude?" hs queried. "Nover you mind, Joey," Isugbed Annette, "all In good time you'll know. What'a on your mind?" "How did you know anything was on my mind," replied Welcher. "Well, you're right There's an old friend of yours downstalra. Just coma over from New York Miss Irsns Cour tier." "We'll tidy up, then you can ahow her up," said hla foater mother. She swept Annette'a belonging Into a huge old fashioned vallae. She had no sooner finished than Ines Castro an tered the srens of events. "I read about It, Juat a line In the ahore notea of a New York paper the Are. And you were utterly de atroyed; you aaved nothing, ss I un derstand ?" "Nothing but Annette's valuables.' returned Mrs. Hardin. "What next do you do where now do you go?" Inquired Ines. Mrs. Hardin's eye glowed. "I we shall go to Neal; for the preaent any way, ws hsve no other plana. Ws csn live near him for a little while at least." "A ad Neal Is T" queried Ines. Mrs. Hardin told her at the Naval Train lug athool at Newport. Inea clspped her hands. "The long arm A coincidence," ahe cried; "my father and I, we have our little villa a Newport, as you had your little ullage st Seaport. And you aball iit me, as 1 visited you. You ahall visit me and you Annette Illngton at my villa. In Newport, flood." It la to be aald of Ines Caatro that ahe was universally resourceful. She had no father. And aa for a villa at Newport ahe had never thought of auch a thing until that Instant. Her villa at Newport waa a castle In the air. CHAPTER XVIII. 8cr Pacs. Welcher, upon the advent of ines Caatro, had left the room, ines bad handed htm a allp of paper one that he waa auxloua to peruse. He want below to read It It waa another little seductive note from her, asking him to meet her once again at their tryst Ing place Lonesome Cove Inn, three miles south of Seaport. Fortified with proper stimulants, Welcher made hla way at once to that hostelry. At last ahe cama Welcher sprang forward aud caught her In hla arms. "You've got to let me see you often often, do you understand," he aald. "Let me tell you, charming one," aald Ines. "that what happena cannot be helped by me. I have a huaband. have I not? A hard master, this Her uandes. When he commands, I must obey. If I fall" She looked up. She rose. The door was still shut, but within the room, crouching behind Welcher, were three Interlopers Heruandea and hla two companions. Ponto and the brute "What are you- doing hare?" cried Welcher, atepplng back. "I thought I looked the door." "You are fond of locking doors, friend Welcher," said Hsrnandes. "but thla time you merely turned the key key which doean't lock. 1 have rights hers, 1 Imagine. Since my wife sees At to enter, 1 enter also. May I Inquire of my fair wife.' be proceeded suavely, "what the helreas, Annetto Illngton, Intends to do?" "None of your business," suspped Jos Welcher. In return. "May I Inquire of you. air, then." went on Hernandes, "what you intend to do?" "That's none of your business, too," ss!d Welcher; "but If you want to know, I'm going to Annapolis. I'm go ing to Join the navy." "Llstsn. friend Welcher," said lier nandes, "you have failed us once. If you fall us again we will have you broken. We want that map of the Lost Isle of Cinnabar we want every Iden tifying thing that ramo aboard the Princess with Annette Illngton, the child, end you must help us get It Understand?" Hernandes pointed toward the door. "Annapolis." he said "then report to ua at Newport In due course." Before Welcher wss abls to report to Hernandes or to Inei Castro at Courtier villa. In Newport, other things happened. A week later Neal Hardin, In his apprenticeship seaman uniform, hur ried from his training ship to the rail road station In Newport, and waited half an hour for a belated train. He was unprepared for the sight that met his eyes when the train polled in Annette waa more than a dream ahe was superb. Neal seised as many suit cases as he could manage, motioned to a porter to bring the rest, and led his little crowd toward the street car. Inet Caatro called after him. "Where are you going?" she demand ed. "Thla Is our vehicle. Pile In." It was a huge gray motor car. "Your'" queried Annette. Notwithstanding the fact that Inet bad never aeen the car before, ahe nodded. "One of mine," she ssld. At the villa Inex turned her guests loose and hade them do as they pleased. Neal and Annette Immediate ly left the pleasing but unnecessary aoclety of the other and wandered through the roae-llned patha behind tho houae. Annette started suddenly. "Look, look. Quirk!" she commanded Neal looked. Fifteen paces to hla right there waa a clump of bushes, and peering from this clump of bushes there was a human face, sin later, forbidding. Without n word Neal leaped In the direction of the face and dodged around the bushes. Luck fsvored the pursued and was against the pursuer. A taxtcsb came whirling around a corner, and the la- 4, cWSSgBfckv ndJafl sal W VWl nsfctaw ggsjajgas I gsejJ8j-w LgT . sav f ' sal PA. aw .a aV ?mJsVv . v V J PSBBJaaaV TV SB aTSjl Baaatt v" DBBBawsfltttt saaai bbV tV f I Hernandez Tore tsrloper leaped upon Ita atep, opened tha door and flung himself Inside, giv ing a quick order to the driver. Neal retraced hla ateps and Annette handed him a acrap of paper that the man had dropped during tha struggle. It waa a crumpled bit of letter, and what there was of It resd like this: . . . note you sre now located St the "Crooked Crag" . . . and that tha place la aafe. Ten pound heroin shipped today. The consign msnt Of cocaine follows Immediately. "Did you recognise thst man?" aaid Neal, breathlessly "He waa ths smug gler that got away that night In Sea port. 1 remember him particularly by the acar upon hla face." Annette started "I had forgotten," ahe returned. "Tha scar upon his face." CHAPTER XIX. At Crookad Crag. Hsrnandes, the gentleman adventur er, the clever smuggler of cocaine and heroin, eatabllshed his headquar tera at the Crooked Crag. The pro prietor recognised him for what he waa; there waa a aecret compact, un spoken, but well understood, between the two. Hsrnandes had located himself In the secret, sound-proof room at Crooked Crag. Hs waa talking over the telephone. "It waa a falsa move," hs conceded. 'I should have steered clear of your Newport villa If it hadn't been for the apprentice aeaman, I might have turned a trick. Aa It la, 1 am afraid to ahow myself. I think we will have to wait for our yellow-blooded friend to return from his failure at Annapo Ua" With ths scrap of paper In hla poa aeaalon Neal bad excuaed himself to Ines, and had atarted back to hla training atatlon with a definite pur pose In view. Ones arrived there, he handed ths crumpled slip of paper to the officer In command and told his story. But all thla went on unknown to Hernandes. He had not mlaaed ths scrap of paper. Half an hour later on a wharf In Newport there drew up a very capable Uttls motor boat. Inst snd her young friend, Annette Illngton, boarded her Inex gave a signal and the launch plunged her nose Into the sea. For half an hour or so everything went well. But suddenly above the chugging 'of the exhaust Annette heard a groan at her side. Inez was hanging limp over the srm of her wicker rhslr. "Whst Is the matter?" cried An nette, alarmed. "I am 111, ao 111," groaned Inex. "1 waa a fool to come out In a sea like this" "We'll go back," aald Annette. "No," said Inex. "We must land Another half hour of this I think would kill me." In a moment they were gliding through the quiet wators, and In two moments more had reached the dock at the head of the Inlet. Above them towered a huge, crooked granite shaft, and nestling against It like an other abaft was the Crooked Crag ho tsl. "1 MM TtiV sreansd !"- "I must He down I am III, terribly 111." Annette rapidly leaped from the motor boat tripped up to the little dock and nimbly aarondod the rustic steps that led to the hotel. She was met half way by the proprietor, Sol Inger himself. "Yes, miss," he called to her; "aome thlng urgent, I perceive," "My friend. Miss Courtier, Is ill," aald Annette. "She Is In the launch below. Can you help me?" "With pleasure, miss," said the pro prietor. With him at her aide, Annette re traced her ateps. Tho proprietor en tered the motor boat and bent over Inet. He nodded to himself, as though recalling a description. With an easy swing they carried Ines out of the boat, along the dock and up the rustic stops. Have you a physician In the house?" "We have everything everything at Crooked Crag," returned the proprie tor, with an insinuating smile. Hs summoned other servitors and nodded to Annette. "It la two flights up, mlsa," ho aald to Annette Giving Innumerable directions and climbing at the head of the Uttls Open Annette'a Waist. group behind him, he Anally reacned the third-story room. "If the doctor Is about, will you send him?" said Annette, bowing the proprietor and hla two men from the room. "At once, mademoiselle," aald the proprietor, with a low bow. There waa n knock upon the door. "Coma In," aald Anuetta Two men entered, one of whom, a man with a neatly-trimmed Van Dyke beard, drew Annette to the window, Inquiring gravely about the case. While her attention was thus occupied the other man seised the recumbent figure upon the bed and bore it from the room Annette caught a glimpse of bis huge shoulders Just aa he dis appeared. "What ia he doing?" she demanded. "Where Is he taking her to?" The other man bowed. 'To a phy sician," be returned, "as you re quested." He crossed the room and deftly locked the door, putting the key In hla pocket. "But you are a phyalclan," ci claimed Aunette, alarmed. Ha tore from either side of his face a thin atrip of hair, leav lug beneath It smooth shaven Jowels. He still wore a mustache and goatee. Then he turned to her, aud his face was tho face of the man lu the abrubbery at the New port villa, the face of the amuggler of cocaine, captured at Seaport and escaped again. "I am not a physician," hs conceded. "Do you know who I am?" "No," ahe answered, retreating to a corner. He laughed. ' 1 am a man with a aaber cut upon my face," he aald. pointing to it. "You were to look out for ma Here I am. look out." "What do you want of me?" ahe demanded. Hernando lit a cigarette. "Noth ing that la nut mine," he aald. "I waa a partner of your father's." She started "Where is my father?" aha demanded Hsrnandes shrugged hla shoulders. "Dead these many years, Ood rest bis aouL" ha aald "I was hla eurvlvlng partner and to me belongs the assets of ths Arm. Ons of those assets you carry on your person next your heart the map of tha Loat lale of Cinnabar. I know you have It. I tracked you and your friend here Just to get it. u will hand It now to me." "I will do nothing of the kind, said Annette. She drew a long breath and screamed aloud. Useless," he said. "There Is no ono within range of your beautiful soft voice." He took out his watch. "Let me remind you, senorita." he re marked, "that my ancestors wore of the Inquisition. I will give you five minutes to make up your mind. I shtill leave you alone, you may mnke up your mind by yourself. If at the end of Ave minuteH you have failed, you must take tho consequence." Inez Castro's handbag was lying on a dressing table, to her It was the hand bag of Irono Courtier. She opened It and drew forth a card en graved with tho latter name, together with a little silver pencil. She wrote hastily upon the card: "I am Annetto Illngton. 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