The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-10-30
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ciously with Irene Courtier. Annette
was not averse to looking at the
moon, and she looked. But-all she
saw was the moon itself. She did not |
see and could not know that a motor
launch, silent as the night, had |
fetched up alongside of the anchor
chain. She did not know and could |
not see q black shadow that stole !
along the railing behind the canvas
curtains that hid the dancing deck.
Suddenly she gave a choking cry
The black shadow like some black
panther had sprung upon her frsm
the night and clutched her in its
grasp. She cried out once more, or
tried to. She found she could not
A strong wiry hand closed across her
mouth and a wiry form forced her
back across the rail.
With a superhuman twist of her
1.-THE young body-and she was strong,
was Annette Ilington-for one in
slant she wrenched herself away and
gave vent to a piercing scream. Neal
Hardin at the punch bowl heard it.
Forgetting all discipllne-and all
grape juice-he bounded across the
| dancing deck and with one sweep of
/ his arm brushed the nonplussed
| .Romanoff and his charming escort to
one side. His eyes were blinded by
the deck lights and as he rushed
through the curtains he could only
see that some terrific struggle was at
hand.
| In another instant it was all over.
| Two figures clutching at each other
frantically darted suddenly over the
rail. There was a splash below.
Man overheard" yelled Neal.
He sprang to the rail and dove into
the moonlit water-taking good care
not to foul the other two.
Two minutes later it was all over.
Annette was on deck half fainting in
Meals arm-but with smile upon
her face.
Don't worry she said to the
crowd about her, Il haven't swal-
lowed drop of water. assure you
I'm a regular little water rat-Neal
knows that. don't you Neal?"
Half an hour later in the CourtieI
villa in Newport. Annette nestled in
a huge arm chair in kimono before
a blazing fire. She laughed trium
phantly. She seized dripping little
chamois bag and took from 1t very
damp old piece of paper parchment.
ic u-ha Of hn qffnr-vnl
can't tell me-" she said. She spread
it out and exhibited it to Inez Castro
why, it is blank piece of pa
per-" said Inez Castro.
Look at 1t closely" said Annette
\ "Oh, yes," said Irene, 1T has on
word upon it-longitude."
1T has more than that upon it,
said Annette. Watch and see."
She spread it out upon the heart
to dry. 1T is piece of the map
OF my map. Irene" she went on. 9TH
map of the lost Isle of Cinnabal
scar-face got portion Of it-don
= you remember. at Crooked Crag-bu
a harmless portion. l got part an
so did Neal Wait. Look. The piec
is dry-see what the heat has done.
Inez Castro bent over her. "Wher
did the writing come FROM" she d.
- manded.
1.-THE heat brought the writing out,
said Annette. See. Look now q
the longitude. What does it say?"
A Inez looked eagerly. "One hundre
and twenty-three degrees" she e.
claimed slowly, land forty minute
west"
That isn't ALL" went on Annett
the past upon our pieces, Meals an
mine-a message that I've got b
heart"
What" queried 1nez, yawning. ="
the message from the past?"
Annette nodded proudly. This
the message" she returned. "''Grante
to Ilington, Spanish-American explo
g. er, for distinguished services, by j
seph Bonaparte, king of Spain, in tn
year eighteen hundred and nine, th
- original grant being in the possessio
of the fathers" She stoppe
What was the rest Of that" sf
unused. Il can't remember"
Think" persisted Inez. with cur
Gus insistence
Annette laughed. 1T has escape
ns me. will have to ask Neal abo'
that the next time | see him.
Part Of the message Is ON his pc
ton, too" said Inez. And VIII
about the Iatitude?"
Annette shook her head. That
q" can't remember either" she returne
stupid that | am. Yes, the latitu'
is on his piece too
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