The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-12-14
CHAPTER XIX.
False lmpersonation

board the battlcship Missouri. Neal
Hardin cnsign-was discussing with
his brother officers the possibilities of
the Allcmanian war.
a senior officer was porting over
translated wireless messages. Against
the wall was a modern Mercator map
of the world
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
mcnt's got to dicker for a coaling sta
ton
He adjusted his glasses and exam
ined the map. Him" he said, ALE
Manufacturers Allemania' He pom
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, sis the spot-some
where about there"
Whats the latitude" queried an
other officer, getting out section Of
another map. His senior told him.
And the longitude" he asked. His
senior told him that.
"Eigtecn degrees NORTH unused the
junior, land 1913 degrees west He
pored over his sectional map. He
shook his head.
But he protested, there's no land
there-theres TO island to be seen"
Neal almost jumped out of his skin.
There is an island there, uncharted
and unmapped," said Neal. but it's
there. It's the Isle of Cinnabar-we
call it the Lost Isle"
who calls it the Lost Isle?"
Neal told them Annettes story.
rom start to finish.
The commander smiled. I'VE get
our coaling stations by making trea-
ties he said I've never heard of
pose it can be done. Well have to
wireless Washington about that. And
know pretty much what our orders
will 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.
nettes 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
Inez Castro leaned a well-rounded
arm upon the table and glanced limo.
Gently into the eyes of Brother An.
selma.
Il am Annette Ilington." she said
The brother nodded, Il ara sending
for the papers, child he said
so you are his daughter" he said
at Iength-and there seemed note of
disappointment in his voice - the
daughter of my old friend Ilington
He was my young friend then. You
his daughter. And you say my old
friend llingtcn is dead?"
The chin of Senorita Castro quiv-
cred, Dead" she faltered.
She dropped her face into her hand
kerchief.
when did he die. my daughter?
he asked soothingly
In 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. 1t
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-llington?"
Hardly, said Hernandez. we've
tried to make her remember-but no
she hardly does"
The face of lnez Castro was still
buried in her kerchief. The priest
watched attentively the heave OF her
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"
lnez Strengthened up. Hernandez
and Ponto moved forward. So did the
Brute. The sudden movement seemed