The Bemidji daily pioneer. [volume] (Bemidji, Minn.) 1904-1971, 1916-01-15

ders for a search. The search was
made, but without avail, for at mid;
night on the night before something
else happened. Hernandez and his
| two companions, together with his
| cargo of cocaine and heroin, had
slipped quietly overheard into a bor-
rowed rowboat and had disappeared.
Neal, chagrined, went back to An
nette.
''The bird has fown," he said dis
gruntled.
where do you go, Neal?" queried
his mother.
cts an open secret where we CO."
said Neal, "but why we go nobody
knows. We go first to Martinique,
Annette spraLg 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 I can find
trace of my father"
Inez shrugged her shoulders. 1T is
fate" she said.
eve will all co." said Mrs. Hardin,
I'VE 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 q 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 a boat for Martinique. FL
nally she saw what she was looking
fora grimy hand thrust from behind
window shade.
Pausing before the door of a dis
reputable-looking habitation, 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.
49," she said airily, pushing Joe
Welcher into chair, 80 my fash
friends, where do you think we go to
now?'
'Where?" demanded Hernandez.
ITO Martinique" said Inez Castro.
Hernandez smiled and slapped his
thigh. $50 you go to Martinique" he
cried, with a note of triumph in his
voice. "How very fortunate. I 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.
II knew your father we'll fifteen or
sixteen years agO-even before that.
I remember him. This resembles him,
this picture, it does indeed" He
smiled. II remember something else.
remember also you"
"You remember me-" cried Annette.
"You must have a wonderful memory,
SIR"
The governor held up his hands.
Zone remembers everything that hap.
pened in year like that" he: said, "a
year that wiped out thousands upon
thousands of our people,"
us there any clue to my father?"
queried Annette.
Little one," said the governor.
"there was no clue to anything or any.
body, or any place."
Annette rose. There's nothing else
that you remember of my father o. she
queried.
"The governor searched his mem.
DRY. Eyes," he said. II think mys.
| tery-there was tang Of adventure
about him. He, too, was rover
always restless always on the move
But for his child one might have called
him a soldier of fortune honest, per-
haps too honest, but fearless"
"And true" said Annette.
Fearless and true," repeated the
governor nodding.
what is past is past" he said. "Old
Pelee is ashamed of himself. The
Isle, Of Martinique grows green. We
sing, we laugh, my people and myself
Even all this week we celebrate. You
must join u.s." He signed half dozen
cards of invitation and handed them
to Joe Welcher, who sat quite as
usual, sulking in the background. "The
governors levee," he went on airily
land you are all invited