The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1915-12-29

Neal, after a few gasps for breath.
smiled at Annette forlornly.
Hernandez stamped his foot. II
will give you two minutes to produce
the map of Lost Isle" he said, "and
if it is not then forthcoming. -
He paused. Go on said Neal,
what them"
At the end of two minutes he
thrust his watch back into his pocket.
He signed to Ponto. THE helmets,
he commanded, and the gloves"
Ponto produced two sets of crudely-
fashioned head nets and hand gloves
made of mosquito netting. lnez had
| told him how to make them. Hern-
ardez donned one set and Ponto
| donned the other
Neal and Annette, each with a
| guard of two behind were forced to
| leave the hut, and forced down the
trail on the farther side of the small
| hill.
After fifteen minutes walk they
halted. Ponto spoke sharply to the
udIlNb WHO was Will lHtil.
Lead on" he commanded; you
know the way"
All" said the native, Il and mighty
few beside. Be careful now"
Ponto turned to Hernandez. This"
he said, lis the cause of all the pesti-
lence-this is the quagmire at the bot
tom of our hill--mosquito swamp
There are not so many mosquitoes
here returned Hernandez, not
enough in fact
The native grinned. Not n"w-but
at night-at night they are legion
they are fien1s, foul fiends. And they
breed pestilence. On. Follow me-
Back at the Inn Of the Spanish Don
Neal Hardins mother began to grow
restive-Annette had not returned
Neal was nowhere 10 be seen. Once
the surgeon stepped in and inquir l
for Neal, After that Mrs. Hardin
made inquiries of her own. No one
knew where he was-no one had seen
the little white angel.
Out in the swamp Neal and Annette
were conducted to a small, swamp
islet, green with dark growth-upon
which there was barely foothold.
This" said the native to Herman
dez, lis the place of which | told.
From this there is no escape.
Hernandez bowed. You have chos-
en- pests and pestilence, your friends"
he said. Goodnight, and pleasant
dreams. Now take us back"
Back at the hut, the native was bow
ing low. Hernandez poured much
coin into his hand. And mind" said
Hernandez, "close mouth for two days
at any rate, you dog
In one way he was close-mouthed.
In another way he well, he
started for the nearest tavern, and
bent his elbow with great frequency
and every time he bent his elbow he
opened his mouth-and to some pur-
pose after awhile he began to
treat-and falkland show his money.
And then. to prove he was an honest
man and no thief like others there, he
began to tell just how he had become
so very, very rich in such a short space
of time they listened to him
open mouthed Among them were
men, sober men, whose families had
been ministered to by the angel sent
from heaven-a little white angel.
One of these men suddenly sprang to
his feet and grabbed the boaster by
the scruff of the neck-and, notwith-
standing struggles. carried him, pell
nell. from the wine shop.
Back in the Inn Of the Spanish Don,
the proprietor was protesting that he
had not seen Gunner Neal-had not
learned Of the Whereabouts of the lit.
tie white angel-Senorita Annette IL
ington. A dozen bluejackets were on
hand-the surgeon was there. Mrs.
Hardin. wild-eycd in the glare Of the
smoky lamps. was sobbiEs hysterical-
ly Inez locked on calmly. Suddenly
into the midst Of this company was
propelled an intoxicated native--a bcs