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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-
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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. I am con
B&od !a n eeeond-ntorv room In the
rear of this building- tho barred room
where you see the handkerchief. Look
UP "
She thrust the card between tne
bars and dropped It It Muttered down
beyond her sight. Then sho tied her
handkerchief to tho lower end of one
of the bars As she finished Hhe heard
a rattl at the lock of the door and
Hernandez entered tho room.
(Continued on page 6.)
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