Evening capital and Maryland gazette., 1915-10-21
FOURTH INSTALLMENT
TIE TATTERED PARCHMENT
cHAPTER XVI
The Return Of inez Castro.


connagratioa 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 I have a strange presentiment
that I'll find him at Lost Isle and not
before"
They were seated, these two, IA
their temporary place of abode.
Who rescued me that night?' she
quoried. 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 tiny tea kettle. watch it.
Annette she said its SO small it
may boil over"
Boil over il did later, and with pc
culiar consequences. Mrs. Hardin
measured out 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 il"
It was strange. for ct FIRST glance the
map seemed quite worth while 1t
was traced upon an ancient piece OF
parchment, old ard yellow. At the
top was this inscription:
LOST ISLE or CINNABAR."
"Cinnabar," repeated Mrs, Hardin.
Seems to me I've heard OF such an
island"
Annette shook her head. "Tve looked
It up. Cinnabar is not a place. its
nothing but an ore
The older woman continued her
scrutiny. Here's the mine marked
on the island with a cross--what kind
oi what's ciunabar?"
Quicksilver ORE" returned the girl
IF must be a quicksilver mine"
Nothing else upon It, except the
words stone castle, nothing else.'
The girl sprang 20 her side. Yes,
said the girl, these two ether 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.
it doesn't say. That's what I've got
to find out, but I'll find out, never
fear"
Mrs. Hardin lit a lamp, placed the
map fatty upon the table, and exam
ined every nook and corner OF it.
Wen,' she said at length, I've
secured the map aud | can't make
head nor tail Of It, SO Wen have some
tea.
She placed her hand upon the ham
die Of the little tea pot She drew
1t away suddenly, for il was unusually
hot. Her hasty movement dislodgod
it from its mOorings aud the boiling
water spOuted out over the table
Most Of the boiling water spouted on
TIE 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 on the
face Of the earth. she said Then
she stopped. Annette" she went on.
sharply, what's the matter?"
Annette was pointing to the map
Look! lookl" she cried.
Well might she eXolaim, for there.
Upon tho yellow surface of the parch.
nent where only half dozer words
had appeared before. there row ap
peared a multitude
Latitude Is degrees. so minutes
north longitude 123 degrees, 40 min
ites west. Granted to ningtoR, Span.
explorer. for distin.
guished service by Joseph Bonaparte. |
King OF Spain. in the year 1909; the
original grant being il possession of |
he fathers OF the Santa Maria mis-.
sion in Lower California, to be sur 1
'eEdered TO the heirs Of Tlington upon /
1roof OF identity and presentation or
his map"
Annette stared at it. "Jovel" she /
inally exclaimed. Lost Isle is Lost
sic no more, thanks TO a tea kettle
ull of boiling water; but. look. look.
t fades again.
Fades as it cools." said Mrs. Har-
lin.
The door opened stealthily. Joe
Velcher entered. Joey" cried An
.ette thoughtlessly, "teli rs-where's
s degrees latituds You can pass
examinations. And rs degrees longi-
c5e. Right off the reel"
ITO Be Continued)