Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1916-01-04
CONTINUED from Last Issue.)
CHAPTER XLIX.
FALSE MISREPRESENTATION.


In the interior of the chart room
on board the battleship Missouri, !
Neal Hardin-ensign-w discuss
ing with his brother officers the pos
sibilities of the Allemanian war.
A senior officer was porting over
translated wireless messages. Against
the wall was a modern Mercator's
map of the world.
Finally he rose. "A new coaling
station--that's the trick" he said,
land we've got to see somebody in
authority at Los Angeles-unless
they meet us en- route. The state
departments got to dicker Tor
coaling station"
He adjusted his glasses and exam
ined the map, Him." he said, ALLIE
Manufacturers Allemania." He pom
dered the map carefully-sizing up
all ossibilities-measurin dis
tances. Finally he placed his finger
tip upon a spot in the Pasific ocean.
There" he said, lis the spot
somewhere 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.
Eighteen 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-there's no island to be
SEEN"
Neal saluted. Pardon for but
fling in" he said, but, can you let
me have that latitude and longitude
again. 100 =
eighteen degrees north-12S de-
grees west" repeated his fellow OH
Ger. -,
Neal almost jumped out of his
skin.
"There is an island there, UNI
charted and. unmapped,' said neal,
sbut it's there. It's the Isle or Cln-
nabar-we call it the Lost Isle
Who calls it Lost IsleP
Neal told them Annette's story,
from start to finish.
The commander smiled. I'VE get
our coaling stations by making urea
ties" he said. i've never Iealu VI
making a treaty with a girl, but
suppose it can be done. wen nave
20 wireless Washington about that.
And l know pretty much wnaC oul
orders will be now-suppose you
guess" H. CIV, >,
he said. ~ u,or NTH
= Iougb He summoned the wireless
onerator and gave a message. What
do you think of that! ne muse1'
"a treaty-for a coallng staCloh-
with a girl Well, well"
So they followed Annette. But others
had preceded her. Even WINE Aniletee
iournev was but half way through some
thing was happening at the Santa Maria
mission in Lower California.
brother Anselmo was seated at ms
table. facing Hernandez and his party.
Tnez castro leaned a well-rounded arm
anon the table and glanced innocently IN
TO the eyes of Brother Anseimo
81 am Annette Ilington, she SAID
The brother nodded. Il am sending
for the papers, child, ne salo. ne eap
ped the table while he waited, glancing
from time to time at Inez with keen
eyes.
$50 YOU are his daughter" he said at
length-and there seemed note OF dis
appointment in his voice-"the daughter
of my old friend Ilington. He was my
young friend then. Youths daughter.
And you say my old friend Ilington
Is deadT'
The chin of Senorita Castro quivered.
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 "a small child them" said
! the priest.
YES" said Hernandez.
"Does-does she remember her father
--ilington?"
Hardly" said Hernandez, we've tried
to make her remember-but no-she
hardly does"
The face of Inez Castro was still bur-
led in her kerchief. The priest watched
attentively the heave of her shoulders.
Hernandez moved toward her and trod
upon her foot. 1t was signal. 1t
meant: Here is an old fox. Look Out"
decades And the loss of a father-ah
Brother Anselmo sighed. "Ah, grief
has a long, strong arm-it reaches over
me :. =, Here" he exclaimed
mere the pdpSASs A@CN 10 h0NO
look"
Inez Strengthened up. Hernandez and
Ponto moved forward. So did the Brute.
The sudden movement seemed to startle
the priest. He looked up hastily. He
caught sight of the blank face of the
Brute. He rose.
"Who-what is that?' he demanded,
pointing toward the Brutes blank coun-
tenance.
"a servant" returned Hernandez,
picked up from a shipwreck some
three years ago. He had been a long
shoreman He is demented-always so,
they told us. He is devoted to US ALL
particularly to Annette"
The priest stared at the Brute and
the Brute returned the stare.
1.-THE eyes," said the priest, II never
forget eyes. I've seen those eyes some
where before" He tapped his fore
head Let me think-when-how''-
Finally he shook his head. 1T will
come to me later" he exclaimed.
The priest shook out an old and faded
parchment This" he exclaimed, sis
the grant-the original grant"
Hernandez in his eagerness, seized a
corner of the grant. The priest brush
ed his hand away.
Patience, son." he said, there can be
no delivery until 1 am satisfied. This
charge has been handed down to me-
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