Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1915-10-01

swered Neal, "rn take you to it
Come with me-"
Neal liked her-but she didn't ring
true.
This is tie post Office" he ex
claimed at length.
Neal passed on toward the beach
He had not gone far when he heard q
woman's scream. He looked back. In
front of the post once 8 crumpled
heap turned out to be the pretty wom'
an.
"I slipped-I Misunderstanding
she exclaimed, "and, oh-the pain-tne
pain"
"Where?" queried the postmaster.
"My foot, my ankle" returned the
young lady; 1T is bad-bad."
She fell back, half fainting, in Neafs
arms. The postmaster nodded to Neal.
"she was going to your mothers
Neal" he said.
"My mothers" gasped Neal, does
does she know my mother?
The postmaster shook his head.
"She wanted a quiet place-not a
boarding house. nor nothing of the
kinda quiet place for her and her
old father. l gave her your mothers s
name I didn't know. I thought may
be your mother might take EN- in"
Neal clutched her in his strong arms
and staggered to his feet
"I'll take you to my mothers" he
said aloud; that's where YOU were
bound-I'm Mrs. Hardins SON.
Meals mother, Mrs. Captain Hardin,
had spent good part of the last hour
in the attic of her cozy ..Ie house.
She was delving into the de3ths of an
old leather trunk-and nat meant
that she was delving into ne past.
At the very bottom Of the trunk
where she had placed them years ago,
was a newspaper package carefully
tied up. She opened it and spread its
contents on the lid of the trunk. They
consisted of the clothing-all the
clothing-of a little girl-the dress
and the linen articles had turned
slightly yellow-even the thirteen
years had left their mark upon them. .
But this was not all-there was a
bag Of gold-the bag of gold that the
little girl had brought aboard the Prin-
cess during that day of terror back at
Martinique. And pinned to the tiny
dress was still the note-hastily PEN
ciled by an unknown hand:
am Annette IIineton heress Of
the lost Isle Of Clnnabar. | will be
very rich some day. Save my clothes
and the olIskin packet until my father
comes for me, or until am eighteen.
must look out for a man with saber
cut upon his face. For Gods sake,
keep me safe.
She was startled by Arnette's cry
from below. Hastily she slowed away
the contents OF the newspaper pack
age and shut and locked the trunk.
When she reached the living room,
she started back. A young woman,
her skirt dusty with the dir; of the
road, was lying full length upon the
lounge. Her eyes were closed. Neal
was standing at her head placing a
wet cloth upon her forehead Annette
removed her shoe.
"Ah, the pain-the pain" groaned
the sufferer.
why, there's no swelling said An
nette.
The girl on the lounge opened her
eyes. 1T is always that way" she re-
piled; that is not the first time. 1t
is the injury to what you call the-the
synovial membrane-the covering of
the bones. 1t has happened twice be-
fore"
The girl sigraled for her leather
handbag which was on the table Neal
fetched it for her, and she took from
1t Il card. She handed it to Annette.
Annette passed 1t to Mrs. Hardin This
Is what it said.
Miss Irene courtieF,
Nassau,
Tho Bahama Isles
IL must send a telegram she
added, shutting her bag and handing it
back to Neil.
The girl dictated and Neal wrote as
follows:
Napoleon courtIer, Esq, Hotel Ber
muda, New York City:
spralned my ankle. Don't worry.
Have found friends In Seaport
IRENE.
Over In the Hotel Bermuda in New
York sat Mr.. Napoleon Courtier-a
foreign-looking gentleman Of distin-
guished appearance. He was strik-
ing-looking figure and had many pc
culiarities and eccentricities of man
ner. The most striking thing about
him. however, was a livid saber cut
across his cheek-a deep, deep cut
a bad scar. 1t is probable, however,
that Mr.. Courtier attracted no more
attention than his companions did
one of them a fat little Mexican of
most villainous appearance; the other
a huge giant clad in ill'httlng clothes.
who followed Mr. Courtier about like
a dog-a faithful dog.
Mr.. Napoleon Courtier sat within
his room. He was not alone. With
him were the Mexican and the giant.
With him also was another parsonage,
Ill favored. low browed, treacherous.
This latter ipdir'dr"' was a New