Evening capital and Maryland gazette. (Annapolis, Md.) 1910-1922, 1915-12-10
CHAPTER XIX.


In the interior of the chart room on
board the battleship Missouri. Neal
ensign-was discussing with
his brother officers the possibilities OF
the Allemanian war.
A senior officer was porting over
translated wireless messages. Against
the wall was modern Mercator map
of the world
Finally he rose a new coaling
station-that's the trick, he said
and we've got to see somebody in
authority at Los Angeles unless they
meet US en- route The state depart
ment's got TO dicker for a eoaling sta.
ton"
He adjusted his glasses and exam.
ined the map Him, he said, ALE
Manufacturers Allemania. He non.
dered the map carefully-sizing UP all
possibilities - measuring distances.
Finally he placed his finger tip upon
a spot in the Pacific ocean.
There, he said, "is the spot-some-
where about there"
What's the latitude" queried an
other officer, getting out a section OF
another map. His senior told him
And the longitude" he asked. His
senior told him that.
"Eigteen degrees north" unused the
junior, and 1913 degrees west He
pored over his sectional map. He
shook his head.
But he protested, there's no land
there-there' no island to be seen
Neal almost jumped out of his skin.
There is an island there. uncharted
and unmapped." said Neal, but it
there. It's the isle of Cinnabar-w
call it the Lost Isle"
who calls it the Lost Isle?"
Neal told them Annette's story
from start to finish.
The commander smiled. I'VE get
our coaling stations by making trea-
ties, he said, I've never heard OF
making a treaty with a girl, but / sup
pose IT can be done. Wen have ia
wireless Washington about that. And
1 know pretty much what our orders
viii be now-suppose you guess.
Neal smiled. Follow the girl" he
said
SO they followed Annette. But 9th
ers had preceded her Even while An.
nette's journey was but half way
through something was happening at
the Santa Maria mission in Lower Cal
ifornia.
Brother Anselmo was seated at his
table, facing Hernandez and his party
lnez Castro leaned weil-rounded
arm upon the table ard glanced limo
Gently into the eyes OF Brother An.
Selma.
4 am Annette Hington." She said
The brother nodded. Il am sending
for the papers, child" ne said.
$50 you are his daughter? ne said
at iength-and there seemed a note OF
disappointment in bis voice - the
daughter of my old friend Ilington
He was my young friend then. You
bis daughter. And you say my old
friend Ilington is daad?"
The chin of Senorita Castro quiv
cred, Dead, she faltered.
She dropped her race into her hand
kerchief.
when did he die, my daughter
he asked soothingly.
I'm 1902" interposed Hernandez, Il
was with him-he was destroyed at
the eruption of Mount Pelee We were
his friends. Ponto here and Ibis
partners. We tried to save him. II
was no use He was engulfed. He
died-a horrible death"
she was small child then" said
the priest
Yes" said Hernandez
"Does-does she remember her ia
ther-Ilington?
Hardly, said Hernandez, we've
tried to make her remember-but no.
she hardly does
The face of Inez Castro was still
buried in her kerchief. The priest
watched attentively the heave of hel
shoulders.
Brother Anselmo sighed. "Ah, grief
has long, strong arm-it reaches
over decades. And the loss of ia
ther-ah me Here" he ex
claimed, here are the papers. Let us
have look"
inez Strengthened up. fernando;
and Ponto moved forward. So did the
Brute. The sudden movement seemed
to startle the priest He looked VI
hastily. He caught sight OF the blank
face of the Brute. he rose.
"Who-what is that" he demanded
pointing toward the Brute's blank
countenance.
A servant" returned Hernandez
picked up from a shipwreck some
three years ago. He had been long
shoreman. He is demented-always
SO, they told US. He is devoted to Us
all--particularly to Annette"
The priest stared at the Rrufe and