The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1915-10-14
FOURTH INSTALLMENT
THE BATTERED PARCHMENT
CHAPTER XVII


confagration that destroyed the ole
Hardin cottage at Seaport-Annette
saved something. She saved the links
that bound the present to the past
the identifying objects that made he1
one with the little child who had been
saved years before from the ruin OF
st. Pierre.
whatever they mean" she told her
foster mother, they'll help me find my
father; they'll help me find Lost Isle.
And I have a strange presentiment
that I'll find him at Lost Isle and not
BEFORE"
They we're seated, these two, in
their temporary place of abode.
who rescued me that night?" she
queried. How did 1 get out of the
house at all; who did that?"
Her foster mother shook her head.
Nobody knows, Annette" she said.
She lit small alcohol lamp under
meath tiny tea kettle. Watch it,
Annette she said, cts so small it
may boil over
Boil over it did later, and with Pc
culiar consequences. Mrs. Hardin
measured out a quantity of Ceylon tea,
and then held out her hand.
LET me see the map of Lost Isle
again, Annette" she said. 'It seems
a shame we can make nothing of it."
It was strange, for at first glance the
map seemed quite worth while. 1t
was traced upon an ancient piece of
parchment, old and yellow At the
top was this inscriptions:
LOST ISLE OF CINNABAR."
"Cinnabar," repeated Mrs. Hardin.
Seems to me I've heard of such an
island"
Annette shook her head. i've looked
it up. Cinnabar is not a place, it's
nothing but an ORE
The older woman continued her
scrutiny. Here's the mine marked
on the island with a cross-what kind
of mine-what's cinnabar?"
'Quicksilver ore," returned the girl.
1T must be quicksilver nine"
Nothing. else upon it, except the
words Stone CASTLE nothing else"
The girl sprang to her side. "Yes,'
said the girl, these two other words
below"
il.
They were two small words near the
lower left-hand corner of the map:
Latitude.
Longitude.
YES went On Mrs. Hardin, but
what latitude and what longitude?"
Annette smiled. That's the point,
it doesn't say. That's what I've got |
to find out, but I'll find out, never |
fear"
Mrs. Hardin lit lamp, placed the |
map fatty upon the table, and exam
1ned every nook and corner of it. |
WELL" she said at length, i've
secured the map and 1 can't make
head nor tail of it, so we'll have some
tea"
She placed her hand upon the han
die of the little tea pot She drew
it away suddenly, for it was unusually
hot. Her hasty movement dislodged
it from it's moorings and the boiling
water spouted out over the table.
Most of the boiling water spouted on
the map. Mrs. Hardin snatched the
map away and wiped it with her ker-
chief. Then she handed the map to
Annette. Get it out of my sight be-
fore I scour the whole thing off the
face of the EARTH" she said. Then
she stopped. Annette she went on,
sharply, whats the matter?"
Annette was pointing to the map.
Look! look!" she cried
Well might she exclaim, for there,
upon the yellow surface of the parch-
ment where only half dozen words
had appeared before, there now ap-
peared multitude. !
Latitude 18 degrees, 80 minutes
north; longitude 1913 degrees, 40 min
ltes west. Granted to Ilington, Span
explorer, for distin- ]
service by Joseph Bonaparte,
king Of Spain, in the year 1909; the
original grant being in possession of
me fathers of the Santa Maria mica ,
sion In Lower California, to be SUR I
rendered to the heirs OF Ilington upGhI