The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1919-08-06
Hearts of
Three
Francis, Henry,
LeOncia, and the
Queen Reach
/. Coast Ahead
!. Of Torres
tsynOpsI. o. PreeedinE Chapter..l


CSynOpsIs Of Preceding ChapterS)
Z Francis Morgan, descendant OF Sir Hen.
~ Morgan, historic buccaneer, decides 70
and plans fishing trip. To Thomas
aReEsn, stock operator, comes Alvarez
Torres. a South American, who announces
ne has q tip on the location OF treasure
buried by Morgan in the old pirate days
BEGAN has an idea.
8 Young Morgan sails for South America
IN pursuit OF the treasure. Upon landing
he encounters strange young woman who
appears to mistake him for some one else.
he is fired upon by three natives and
seeks safety aboard his vessel, the
! Francis learns he and Henry. the mys-
FERROUS islander, are both descendants OF
Pirate Morgan.
Francis discovers his resemblance to
Henry was responsible for his peculiar
greeting upon first landing on south
american territory. Francis encounters
Torres again. Francis is saved from death
on Eallows and Henry is arrested in his
place. Leoncia finds her fancy has stray
ed from Henry to Francis The two plot
TO save Henry.
Francis. Geonica and Henry elude their
enemies and go aboard FranciE vessel
The AngeliQue is pursued down the coast.
Francis and his party decideto go ashore
70 elude their pursuers. They came upon
treasure Francis and his friends again
ind themselves pursued and former bat
Ties with foes TO enable others to escape
Z All members Of the party are captured.
Henry and JeTe descend into pit to play
. strange game. Francis finds custodian
ct pirate treasure. They fan into a trap
= Old Priests Chant fails to bring key to
fortune from ChiR's ear. Francis decides
eh exploration Of pit: One OF party falls ais
friends are reunited in the Valley Of Lost
Souls. Torres is ordered to imbibe Of
the drink of death. Help comes from the
They meet the Queen. who informs
the one Of the~partv must become her
husband. Torres comes to life again.
y 60 away" he said. Depart,
efestless old man. You are a spirit
Thy body lies drowned and horrible
jim the heart of the mountain. You
are an appearance, a ghost, a ghost.
60 away; nothing corporal resides
in this illusion OF you, else 1 would
strike you. You are a ghost. De-
part at once. 1 should not like to
strike a ghost"
But the ghost seized his hands
and chung to them with such be-
sseeching corporality as to uncon-
vince him.
GLet Me Have Money
= Money" the ancient one bab-
tbled. Let me have money. Lend
me money. I will repay-L who
know the secrets of the Myra treas
cure. Ny son is lost in the mountain
with the treasure. The Gringos
also are lost in the mountain. Help
sme rescue my son. With him alone
viii I be satisfied, while the treas
sure shall all be yours. But we must
take him, and much of the white
mans wonderful powder, and tear
a hole out Of the mountain so that
the water will run away. He is not
drowned. He is a prisoner of the
water in the room where stand the
.5ewel-eyed CHA and HaZtaL Their
~eyes of green and red alone will
pay for all the wonderful powder
in the world. So let me have the
money with which to buy the won
derfuI powder"
But Alvarez Torres was a strange
ly constituted man. Some warp or
slant or idiosyncrasy of his nature
always raised insuperable obstacles
10 his parting with money when
such parting was avoidable. And
the richer he got the more posi-.
lively this idiosyncrasy asserted it,
self
Money" he asserted, angrily, as
he thrust the old priest aside and
pulled open the door of Hernandez's
money. I, who am all rags and
tatters as a beggar. 1 have no
money for myself, much less for
you, old man. Besides, it was you,
and not 1, who led your son to the
Maya mountain. On your head be
It, not mine, the death of your son
who fell into the pit under the feet
Of CHA that was digged by your an
cestors and not by mine"
Il Again the ancient one clutched at
him and hammered for money with
which to buy dynamite. So roughly
did Torres thrust him aside that his
old legs failed to perform their
Wonted duty, and he fell upon the
Aagstones.
The shop Of Rodriguez Fernandez
was small and dirty and contained
scarcely more than a small and
dirty showcase that rested upon an
equally small and dirty counter.
The place was grimy with the I'M
busted filth Of a generation. Lizards
and cockroaches crawled along the
walls. Spiders webbed in every cor
ner, and Torres saw, crossing the
ceiling above, what made him step
hastily to the side. 1t was a seven
inch centipede, which he did not
care to have fall casually upon his
head or down his back between
Hhirt and skin.
And when he appeared crawling
cut like a huge spider himself from
some inner den Of an unventilated
cHbicle, Fernandez looked like an
Elizabethan-stage representation of
Shylock-withal he was a dirtier
Shylock than even the EliZabethan
stage could have stomached.
The jeweler turned to Torres and
in a cracked falsetto humbled him
self even beneath the dirt Of his
shop. Torres pulled from his pock-
ct a haphazard dozen or more of the
gems ilched from the Queens
chest, selected the smallest, and
without a word, while at the same
time returning the rest to his pock-
e.. passed il over to the jeweIer.
Il am a poor man." he cackIed,
the while Torres could not fail 10
see how keenly he scrutinized the
gem.
He dropped il on the top of the
showcase as OF little worth and
hooked inquiringly at his customer.
But Torres waited in a silence
which he knew would compel the
garrulity Of covetoUs age to utter
ance.