Honolulu star-bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1912-2010, 1916-02-05
FOURTH INsTALmENT.
THE TATTEREo PARCHMENT.
CHAPTER XVII.
The Return of Inez Castro.

confiagration that destroyed the old
Hardin cottage at Seaport-Annette
saved the links that bound the present
to the past-the identifying objects
that made her one with the little child
who had been saved years before from
the ruin of st. Pierre.
Whatever they mean," she told her
foster mother, they'll help me find my
father: they'll help me find Lost Isle.
And / have a strange presentiment
that I'll find him at Lost Isle and not
before
They were seated, these two, in
their temporary Place of abode r..
who rescued me that night?" she
queried. How did / get out of the
house at all; who did that?"
Her foster mother shook her head.
Nobody knows, Annette" she said.
She lit little alcohol lamp under
meath tiny tea kettle. Watch ii,
Annette" she said, ''it's so small it
may boil over"
Boil over it did later, and with pc.
culiar consequences. Mrs. Hardin
measured out quantity of Ceylon tea
and then held out her hand.
let me see the map OF Lost Isle
again, Annette" she said at seems
shame we can make nothing of it."
II was strange, for at glance the
map seemed quite worth while. It
was traced upon an ancient piece of
parchment, old and yellow At the
top was this inscription:
LOST ISLE OF CINNABAR."
aCinnabar," repeated Mrs. Hardin.
Seems to me I've heard Of such an
island.n "a
Annette shook her head. "I've look
ed II up. "Cinnabar is not a'place, it's
nothing but an ore
The older woman continued her
scrutiny Here's the mine marked on
the Island with a cross-what kind of
a mine-what's ciRnabar?"
Quicksilver ore" returned the girl.
ut must be quicksilver mine"
Nothing else upon il, except the
words Stone Castle nothing else.9
The girl sprang to her side. Yes,
said the girl, these two other words
below"
She placed her finger upon them.
They we're two small words near the
lower left-hand corner of the map:
Latitude.
Longitude.
yes, went ON Mrs. Hardin, but
what latitude and what longitude?"
Annette smiled. That's the point,
1t doesn't say That's what I've got
to ind out, but I'll find out, never
fear"
Mrs. Hardin lit a lamp, placed the
map fatty upon the table, and exam
ined every nook and corner of it.
well" she said at length, "IVe
secured the map and can't make
head nor tail of it, SO wen have some
tea 49,
She placed her hand upon the han
die Of the little tea pot. She drew II
away suddenly, for il was unusually
hot Her hasty movement Ciisiodged
II from its moorings and the boiling
water spouted out over the table.
Most of the boiling water spouted on
the map. Mrs. Hardin snatched the
: map away and wiped It with her hand
kerchiet Then she handed the map
to Annette. Get 1t out of my sight be
fore | Scour the whole thing OF the
face OF the earth, . she said. Then she
stopped. Annette" she went ION,
sharply" what's the natter"
Annette was pointing to the map.
Look look" she cried.
Well might she exclaim. for there,
upon the yellow surface OF the parch.
ment where only half dozen words
had appeared before, there now ap.
peared multitude. s.
Latitude Is degrees. 80 minutes
north: longitude 123 degrees, 40 min
utes west. Granted to IIington, Span.
ish,American explorer, for distin.
gufshed service by Joseph Bonaparte,
king of Spain. IN the year $685. the
original grant being in possession OF
the fathers OF the Santa Maria mis-.
sion In Lower California, to be sur.
rendered to the heirs Of Ilington upon
proof Of identity and presentation OF
this map"
Annette stared at il. "Jeye," she
finally exclaimed. Lost Isle is Lost
Isle no more, thanks to tea kettle
full of boiling water; but, look, look,
1t fades again"
sRades as it eools." said Mrs. Har
din.
The door opened stealthily. Joe