The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1915-12-22
FOURTH INsTAlLMENT
THE BATTERED PARCHMENT
CHAPTER XVI,
The Return o. Inex c.,tro.

Out of that holocaust-the useless
confagration 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 mo find my
father; they'll help me ind Lost Isle.
And l have q 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's?
Her foster mother shook her head.
Nobody knows. Annette" she said.
She lit small alcohol lamp under
meath q tiny tea kettle. Watch It,
Annette" she said, its 90 small 1t
may boil ovsr.'' :..s,a
Boil. over it didslatar zanA MitA ~
culiar consequences. Mr.. Hardin
measured out . quantity Of Ceylon tea,
and then held out her hand.
LET me see the map o. Lost Isle
again, Annette" she said. ut seems
a shame we can make nothing d 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 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
it up. Cinnsbar is not place. its
nothing but an ore"
The older woman continued her
scrutiny., There's the mine marked
on the island with cross-what kind
of mine-what,s, cinnabar?''
Quicksilver ore" returned the girl.
ut must be quicksilver mine"
Nothing else upon it. except the
words Stone CASTLE nothing else" As;'
The girl sprang to her side. yes.
said the girl, these two other words
below" f5.. II
She placed her finger upon them.
They we're two small words near the
lower left corner Of tho map:
Latitude. >a
Longitude. -
Yes" went on Mrs. Hardin, but
what latitude ard what longitude?'
Annette smiled. That's the point.
it doesn't cay. That's what I've got
to find out, but Ill ind out. never
fear"
Mrs. Hardin lit . lamp. placed the
map fatty upon the table, and exam.
ined every nook and corner of it.
WELL" she said at length, I've
secured the map and can't make
head nor tail Of 1t, 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 dislodsed
it from its moorings and the boiling
water spouted out over the table.
Most of the boiling water ,spopted 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 scour the whole thing OF 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! 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 q multitude. .,5
= Latitude 10 degrees. 80 minutes
north; longitude 1913 degrees. 40 min.
utes west. Granted to Ilington. 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 Ilington upon