The Washington times., 1919-07-03

lea in pursuit OF the treasure upon
landing he encounters strange young
woman who appears to mistake him for
some one else. He Is nred upon ~ tnree
natives and seeks safety aboard LIS Vss-
Francis learns be and Hszry, the myS-.
FERROUS islander. are both descendants OF
Pirate Morgan.
Henry WAS responsible for bis peeuliar
greeting upon nrst laadlng On S0u1a
death on galiows and Henry Is arrested
10 his place. Leoncia hndS her ianGy
has Gtrayed from Henry TO FranelA
The two plot to save Henry.
Francis. Geonica and Henry eluds
their enemies and go aboard Francis
vessel The Angelique is pursued down
p the coast. Francis and his party decide
to go ashore to elude their pursuers.
They came upon treasure Francis and
his friends again ind themselves pus-
enable others 10 escape.
Judges and lawyers engage In
competitions and ARRAYS Of wit and
learning, quite forgetting the plain
tins and defendants. before them
and paying them, who are seeking
equity and justice and not wit and
learning.
"Yet is old. Blackstone right cUn-
der It all, at the bottom or it all, at
the beginning of the building Of the
edifce of the law, is the quest, the
earnest and sincere quest OF right
eous men for justice and equity.
But what is it that the Preacher
said? They made themselves many
Inventions
And the law, good in it's Begin
ming. has been invented out OF all
its intent, so that IL serves neither
litigants nor injured ones. but mere
Iy the fatted judges and the lean
and hungry lawyers who achieve
names and paunches II they prove
themselves cleverer than their OPP
ponents and than the judges who
render decision"
He paused, still posed as Robins
Thinker" and meditated, while
the mestiza woman waited his Gus
tomary signal to resume the read
ing. At last, as out of a profound
OF thought in which unlverses had
been weighed in the balance, he
spoke:
Not the Lamp. $50
But we have law. here in the
Cordilleras OF Panama, that is just
and right and all OF equity. We
work for no man and serve not
even paunches. Sackcloth and not
broadcloth conduces to equity Of
judicial decision. Read on, Mer-
cedes. Blackstone is always right
II always rightly read-which Is
what is called paradox, and is what
modern law ordinarily Is, a para
dox. Read on. Blackstone is the
very foundation OF human law
but, oh how many wrongs are
cleverly committed by clever men
in his namer'
Ten minutes later. the blind
thinker raised his head. shifted the
air. and gestured the girl to pause.
Taking her cue from him, she, too,
smiled:
Perhaps it is the lamp. o Just
One" she suggested.
1T is burning OIL" he said. But
IT is not the lamp. 1t is from far
away. Also, have L heard shooting
in the canyons"
81 heard nothing began
Daughter, you who see have not
the need to hear that have. There
have been many shots fired in the
CANYONS. Order my children to in
vesrigate and make report
Bowling reverently to the old
man who could not see, but who,
by keen trained hearing and con-
scious timing of her every muscu-
lar action, knew that she had bowed.
the young woman lifted the cur
tain OF blankets and passed out into
the day. At either side OF the cave
mouth sat a man Of the peon class.
Each was armed with rifle and
machette. while through their Cir
dies were thrust naked-bladed
knives
At the girls order. both arose
and bowed. not to her, but to the
command and the invisible source
of the command. One OF them
tapped the back of his machette
against the stone upon which he
had been sitting, then laid his ear
to the stone and listened. In truth.
the stone was but the out-jut of a
vein of metalliferous ore that ex-
tended across and through the heart
OF the mountain.
And beyond, on the opposite slope,
in an eyrie commanding the mag
nificent panorama OF the descending
slopes OF the COrdilleras, sat an
other peon who first listened with
his ear pressed to similar metallif-
erous quartz, and next tapped re-
Spouse with his machette. After
that, he stepped half a dozen PAGES
TO a tall tree, half dead. reached
into the hollow heart OF it, and
pulled on the rope within as a man
might pull who was ringing a
steeple bell.
But no sound was evoked. In
stead, a lofty branch, fifty feet
above his head, sticking out from
arm, moved up and down like the
semaphOre arm il was. Two miles
away. on a mountain crest, the
branch of a similar semaphore tree
replied.
Still beyond that, and further
down the slopes. the flashing OF a
hand mirror in the sun photographed
the relayinE of the blind mans
message from the cave. And all.
that portion Of the COrG:lleras be-
came volubIe with coded speech
of vibrating ore-veins, sun-fiaSh-
ings and waving tree branches.
While Enrico Solano, slenderly
erect on his horse as an Indian
by his sons, Alesandre and Ricardo,
hanging to his saddle trappings,
made the best OF the time afforded
them by Francis rearguard battle
with the gendarmes. Leoncia, on
her mount, and Henry Morgan
Jagged behind. One or the other
was continually ElancinE back for