Roanoke Rapids herald. [volume] (Roanoke Rapids, N.C.) 1914-192?, 1915-10-08
FOURTH lNSTALLMENT
THE TATTERED PARCHMENT
CHAPTER XVII
The Return Of lnez Castro.

The Return OF lnez Castro.
Out of that holocaust the useless
conflagration that destroyed the old
Hardin cottage at Seaport--Annette
saved something. She saved the links
that bound the present to the past
the identifying objects that made her
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 | have strange presentiment
that I'll find him at Lost Isle and not
before
They were seated, these two, in
their temporary place of abode.
Who rescued me that night she
Queried. How did ! get out of the
house at all; who did that?"
Her foster mother shook her head
Nobody knows, Annette" she said.
She lit a small alcohol lamp under
meath a tiny tea kettle. Watch it,
Annette she said, its 30 small 1t
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 1T seems
a shame We can make nothing OF IT,
II 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 inscription;
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
1t up. Cinnabar is not place, It's
nothing but an ore
The older woman continued her
scrutiny. Here's the mine marked
on the island with cross what kind
OF mine what's cinnabar?"
Quicksilver ore" returned the girl.
1T must be a quicksilver mine
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"
She placed her finger upon them
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,
II doesn't say. That's what I've got
to find out, but Ill find out, never
fear"
Mrs. Hardin lit lamp, placed the
map fatty upon the table, and exam
ined every nook and corner of 1t.
Well she said at length I've
secured the map and ! 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
1t away suddenly, for II was unusually
hot Her hasty movement dislodged
it from its 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 1t with her ker-
chief. Then she handed the map TO
Annette. Get it out OF my sight be-
fore | scour the whole thing off the
face OF the earth" she said. Then
she stopped, Annette" she went on,
sharply, what's the natter?
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 a multitude.
Latitude IL degrees, 80 minutes
north. longitude 1913 degrees, 40 min
utes west. Granted to llington, Span
ish-American explorer, for distin-
guished service by Joseph Bonaparte.
king of Spain, in the year 1909; the
original grant being in possession Of
the fathers of the Santa Maria mis-
sion in Lower California, to be sur
rendered to the heirs of llington upon
proof of identity and presentation OF
this map"
Annette stared at it. "Jove!" she
finally exclaimed Lost Isle is Lost
Isle no more, thanks to tea kettle
full of boiling water; but, look, look,
1t fades again"
Fades as 1t cools," said Mrs. Har-
din.
The door opened stealthily. Joe
Welcher entered Joey" cried An
nette thoughtlessly. tell us-where's
is degrees latitude. You can pass
examinations And 1913 degrees longi
tude. Right off the reel"
Joe Welcher mistook the inquiry for
mere airy persiiage, He failed en-.