The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1916-04-14

ders for search. The search wa.
made, but without avail, for at mid
night on the night before somethins
else happened. Hernandez and his
two companions, together with his
cargo of cocaine and heroin, had
slipped quietly overheard into a Dor
rowed rowboat and had disappeared.
Neal, chagrined. went back to An
nette.
THE bird has flown" he said dis
gruntled.
Where do you go, Neal?" queried
his mother.
Its an open secret where we co."
said Neal, but why we go nobody
knows. We go first to Martinique
Annette sprang to her feet Mar
Unique" she cried, that is where my
father came from-where you picked
me up. / go there, too, Neal. It's the
beginning point. 1t is there can find
trace OF my father
Inez shrugged her shoulders. 1T is
fate" she said.
I'VE will all 60" said Mrs Hardin.
we will stick to Neal. But how?"
Search me-" said Neal, "but | can
find that out-there must be some YES
sci from this port for southern wa
ters."
Inez rose and placed hand on
Welcher's shoulder. Leave it to Joey
here and me" she said
They secured the town, but Inez
Castro was looking for something
other than boat for Martinique. FL
nally she saw what she was looking
fora grimy hand thrust from behind
a window shade.
Pausing before the door OF dis
reputable-looking habtation, she
glanced up and down the street, then
dragging Joe Welcher close behind
her she entered the low doorway and
passed into the gloom beyond. A mo-
ment later she faced Hernandez and
his crew.
So" she said airily, pushing Joe
Welcher into chair, so my flash
friends, where do you think we 60 to
now?"
"Where?" demanded Hernandez.
ITO Martinique" said Inez Castro.
Hernandez smiled and slapped his
thigh. so you go to Martinique" he
cried, with note of triumph in his
voice. How very fortunate. | go to
Martinique myself"
The governor of Martinique glanced
gravely at the. pretty girl who faced
him. He laid down the piece of tat.
tered parchment that he had Just in
spected and took up the locket that
she placed before him.
Il knew your father we'll fifteen or
sixteen years ago-even before that.
remember him. This resembles him,
this picture, it does indeed" He
smiled. Il remember something else.
remember also you"
You remember me-" cried Annette.
You must have wonderful memory,
SIR"
The governor held up his hands.
One remembers everything that hap
pened in a year like that" he said, "a
year that wiped out thousands upon
thousands of our people"
is there any clue to my father?"
lueried Annette.
Little one," said the governor. |
there was no clue to anything or any
'ody, or any place"
Annette rose. There's nothing else |
hat you remember of my father" she |
Iueried
The governor searched his mem
Try. Yes" he said. 81 think a mys-
ery-there was tang of adventure
bout him. He, too, was a rover
.lways restless-always on the move.
BUT for his child one might have called
nm soldier of fortune-honest. per
laps too honest. but fearless"
And true" said Annette.
Fearless and true" repeated the
overnor nodding.
What is past is past" he said. "Old
'elee is ashamed of himself. The
sic of Martinique grows green. We
ing. we laugh, my people and myself
wen all this week we celebrate You
aust join us He signed half dozen
ards of invitation and handed them
Joe Welcher, who sat quite as
sual, sulking in the background. THE
overnor's leyee." he went on airily,
and you are all invited