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Neal of the Navy t'v ||p WILLIAM HAMILTON OSBORNE Author of "Red Mouse," Novdiztd from the Photo Play ^Running Ftfirbt/' "> |tt> of the Same Name Product paw," "Blue liuckle," etc. by th? Pathe Exchange, Inc. ii v.r t"' "" SYNOPSIS. On the day of the eruption of M"iint I'cji f ( '< i pt . John Hardin of the. *t? am* r Prlnccm* rcB< n? ? ftve-yeHr-old Annctb llin ?<<??> froiu >i ii open bout, but I h foi< ? i to leave behind h%ir father ftltd bin ? <>m panl'.iiH. lllliKton Im UMMiillll) <| l.y II. r rniinl>'/. and Ponio In a vain attempt ' ? K' l paper* which IllnKton ban mam?K' d to nd aboard tin* rrliu-t un with Mh daiiKhter, paix-ro proving Mh tltl?> to ami t< llliiK the whereabout h of the lout Inland of < iiiiiubiir. IllriKton'v injury oau??i? hid mind to bt'toiiu! a blank. Thirteen years rWtpae. Hernande*, now r?n opium firiUK Kler, with ponto. I im.'Z. h female accom plice, and the mlndlena brute that once w tiH IllnKton, come Heaporl, where the widow of Captain ? ?rdle In living with her son Neul and Afinett IllnKton, and plot to Htmil the f.ii|>< r? l? ft to Annett" ny her father. Neol trie* for Hdmlttalon to the Nuvui m aih'my but ttirbiign the treachery of Joey Welcher U defeated by Joey und dlHif raced. Neal enllHtH In f no navy. Inez sets a trap for Joey and tho eonitplraforii get film In their power. He HKret-H to' Steal (In- papers for them but accidentally MOtH lire to the Hardin home and the brute man Annette with the piiptTM from the llamea, FOURTH INSTALLMENT THE TATTERED PARCHMENT CHAPTER XVII Tho Return of Inez Castro. Out of that Irolocaust? tho useless conflagration that destroyed tho old Hardin cottage at Soaport ? Annette savod something. Sho saved the links that bound the present to the past? tho identifying objects that made her one with the little child who had been saved years before from tho ruin of St. Plorro: "Whatever they moan," she told her foster mother, "they'll help me And my fathor; thoy'll help me And Ixist Isle. And 1 have a strange presentiment that I'll And him at Lost Isle and not before." They wore soatoti, these two, in the** domporary place of abode. "Who roScued mo that bight?" she queried. "How did I gut out of tho house at all; who did that?" Iter foster mother shook hor head. "Nobody knows, Annette," alio said. Sho lit u small alcohol lamp under noath a tiny tea kettlo. "Watch it, Annette, " sho said, "it's so small it may boil over." Boil over it did later, and with pe culiar consequences. Mrs. Hardin measured out a quantity of Ceylon tea, and then held out her lidnd. "Lot mo son tho map of Ix>st Isle again, Annotto," sho said. "It seems a shame wo can make nothing of it." It was strange, for at first glance tho map seemed quite worth while. It was traced upon an ancient piece of parchment, old and yellow. At tho top was this inscription: "LOST ISLE OF CINNABAR." "Cinnabar," ropeated Mrs. Hardin. "Seems to me I'vo heard of such an island." Annette ahook her head. "I've looked it up. Cinnabar is not a place, it's nothing but an ore." Tho older woman continued her scrutiny. "Here's the mine r.rirkod on tho island with a ctobs ? what kind of n mine ? what's cinnabar?" "Quicksilver ore," returned tho girl. "It must bo a quicksilver mine." "Nothing else upon it, except tho worda 'Sri tone castlo,' nothing else." Tho girl sprung to her side. "Yes." said tho girl, "these two othor words below." She placed her finger upon them. They wore two small words near the lower left-hand corner of the map: Latitude. Ixmgitude. "Yoa." went on Mrs. Hardin, "but what latitude aiul what longitude?" Annette smiled. "That's tho point, it doesn't say. That's what I've gut i to find out,' but I'll find out, never ] fear." Mrs. Hardin lit a lamp, placed the 1 map tint ly upon the table, and exam ined every nook and corm'r of it. , "\\'<dl," she said at length, "I've ? fcniN tho map and I can't make hv:u' nor tall of it. so we'll have some tea. SI., placed her hand upon the han dle of thf little tea pot. She drew , it away su.l l.nl v. for it was unusually ! hot. Her 5i.is.iy movement dislodged it from lis rinps and tho boiling ' water spout. -d (?.u over the table. ; Most of the b'uliuv: water spouted on the map. M;.-> Hardin snatched the;' map away aid w?p?-d u w.fh her ker- : chief. Then she handed the map to Annette. "Get it out ct' my sight be fore I scour the w hoi. th:ng ulT the i face of the earth." sd .? said Then she stopped. "Auneft. . sh.> went on. sharply, "what's the niAtt.-r*" Annette was pointing to the map "Look! look!" she cried Well might she exclaim, for t ! ; ? ? r ? ' . upon the yellow surface of 1 1\ ?? pureh inent where only half a dozen words had appeared before, there now up peared a mult it vide. "Latitude 18 degrees. 30 minutes north; longitude 123 degrees, 40 min utes west. Granted to Ilington, Span ish-American explorer, for distin guished service by Joseph Bonaparto. king of Spain, in the year 1809; the , original grant being In possession of tho fathers of tho Santa Maria mis sion in Lower California, to be sur rendered to the heirs of Ilington upon j, roof ot identity and presentation of U?l? map." \ Aium ti<! Htiir' <1 at It. "Jo'vo!" she finally exclaimed. "I.ost Isle is Lout Isle no more, thanks to a tea kettle full of boiling waton but, look, look, it fades again." "Fades as it cools," said Mrs. Har din. Th? door opened stealthily. Joe Weleher entnrod. "Joey," cried Au nette thoughtlessly, "tell us ? where's 18 degrees latitude. You can pass examinations. And 123 degrees longi tude. Ilight off the reel." Joo Welch? r mistook the inquiry for mere airy persiflage. He failed en tirely to connect it with the map. He strode to the table. The map still lay there but now upon its face appeared nono of the recently revealed inscrip tions, it was as blank as It had been before. Wclcher'a Angers itched to get hold of the map. He needed It In his business, for his business just now was keeping out ot trouble. He stretched forth a hand to take It. "You and your old map," he said, with an attempt at Jocularity, "It's like a game of Bolitaire. Let me look at it again." Annette folded It up and thrust It into her bosom. "Not so, Joey," she returned. "It's never going to leave my possession ag&in. It's precious to mo now "? A sudden light broke In upon Joe's understanding. He peered at her cun ningly. "What's that you were say ing about latitude and longitude?" he queried. "Never you mind, Joey," laughed Annette, "all in good time you'll know. What's on your mind?" "How did you know anything wii on my mind," replied Welcher. "WeU, you're right. There's an old friend of yotars downstairs; Just come over from New York? Miss Irene Cour tier." "We'll tidy up, then you can show her up," said his foster mother. She swept Annette's belongings into a huge old-fashioned valise. She had no sooner finished than Inez Castro en tered the arena of events. "I road about it. Just a line in the shore notes of a New York paper? the lire. And you were utterly de stroyed; you saved nothing, as 1 un derstand?" "Nothing but Annette's valuables," returned Mrs. Hardin. "What next do you do ? where now do you go?" inquired Inez. Mrs. Hardin's eyes glowed. "I ? we shall go to Neal; for the present any way, .we have no other plans. We I can live near him for a little while at j least." "And Neal is ? ?" queried Inez. Mrs. ! Hardin told her ? at the Naval Train ing school at Newport. i Inez clapped her hands. "The long arm of coincidence," she cried; "my father and I, we have our little villa at Newport, as you had your little ! cottage at Seaport. And you shall visit me, as 1 visited you. You shall visit me? and you Annette Ilington ? at my villa, in Newport. Good." It is to bo said of Inez Castro that she was universally resourceful. Sho had no father. And as for a villa at Newport ? she had never thought of such a thing until that instant. Her villa at Newport was a castle in the air. CHAPTER KVIII. * Scar Face. Welcher, upon tho advent of Inez Castfc), had left the room. Inez had handed him a slip of paper ? 0110 that he was anxious to peruse. He went below to read It. It was another little seductive note from her. asking him to meet foor once again at their tryst ing place ? lonesome Cove Inn, three miles south of Seaport. Fortified with proper stimulants, Welcher made his way at once to that hostelry. At last she came. Welcher sprang forward and caught her in his arms. "You've got to let me see you often ? often, do you understand," he said. "Let me,, toll you, charming one." said Inez, "that what happens cannot bo helped by me. I have a husband, have 1 not? A hard master, this Her nandez. When he commands. 1 must obey. If I fall ? " Sho looked up. She rose. Tho door was still shut, but within the room, crouching behind Welcher, were three interlopers ? Hernandez and his two companions, Ponto and the brute. "What are you doing here?" cried Welcher, stepping back. "I thought 1 locked the door." "You are fond of locking doors, friend Welcher," said Hernandez, "but ;his time you merely turned the key - a key which doesn't lock. 1 have richts here, 1 imagine. Since my wife siMt* fit to enter. I enter also. Mtty I inquire of my fair wife," he proceeded suavely, "what the heiress. Annette llington, intends to do?" "Nono of your business," snapped Joe Welcher. in return. "May I inquire of you, sir, then," Trent on Hernandez, "what you intend to do?" "TLal s nono of your business/ too." Mid Welcber; "but If yow want to know, I'm going to Annapolis. I'm Ko Ing to Join (ho navy." "MftOJO, friend VVelcher." said ll?r nandeg, "you have tailed ub once. If you full iih Bgifq wo will liii\> you broken. We want that map of the Lost Isle of Cinnabar we want every ideo* tlfyliiK thlllf that ?|Ot aboa 1 1 1 iIm I'rlDcoiK with Annette Kington/ the child/ and you' muHt help uh get it. pnderstand?" Jlernnndei pointed toward the <'oor. "Annapolis," h?i said "then ropo<t to uh at Now port In due course " Before VVelcher wax able to report to Hernandez or to Inez Castro at Courtier villa, in Newport, other, tfiihge happened. at A '.v. lator Neal Hardin, in 1 apprenticeship teaman unlTorin, hur rled f no i)i hlu trainliiK ship to th" rui' road station In Newport, and wait 0 1 half an hour for a belated train He was unprepared for the sight that met his eyes when the train pulled In. Annette was more than a dream ?she was superb. Neal seized as many suit eases as ho could manage, motioned to a porter to bring the rest, and led his little crowd toward the stfeet car. Inez ('astro called after him. ' Where are you going?" she demand' ed. "This Is our vehicle. Pile In." It was a huge gray motor car. "Yours?" queried Annette. Notwithstanding the fact that Inez had never seen tho car before, nodded. "Ono of mine," she said. At the villa Inez turned her guests loose and bade them do as they pleased. Neal and Annette immediate ly left the pleasing but unnecessary society of the others and wandered through tho rose-lined paths behind the house. Annette started suddenly. "Look, look. Quick!" she commanded. Neal looked. Fifteen paces to his right there was a clump of bushes, and peering from this clump of bushes there was a human face, sin ister, . forbidding. Without a word Neal leaped In the direction of the face and dodged around the bushes. Luck favored the pursued and was against the pursuer. A taxlcab came whirling around a corner, and the In ?$i 01 gave a -signal and the launch plunged her nose Into the sea. > For half an hour or no everything went woll. . -- But : > i f 1 < I ? ? 1 1 1 y abov? the < -bunging of i ho < gbaiist Ai?n?;tt *? hoard a groan at hor wide. Inez was hanging Uinp over the arrti of hor wicker chair. "What. In Hie inaUrr7" ? i it < 1 An j nette, alarmed. "I urn ill. 80 111," groaned Iih-z. "1 | whh h fool to come out in u Hoa like , this.4 1 "We'll if o back," Rgid Annette, "No," said Inez. "NVo fljust laud Another half hour of this 1 think wouJUl kill me." In a moment they were gliding through the rjulot waters, and in two moments more had reached the dock at tho head of the inlet. Above them towered a hugo, crooked granite shaft, and nestling against It like an other shaft was the Crooked Crag ho tel, "I must rest/' groaned Inoz. "I must lie down ? I am ill, terribly HI." Annette rapidly leaped from the motor boat, tripped up to the little dock and nimbly axcendod the rustic steps that led to the hotel. She was met half way by the proprietor, Sol : inger himself. "Yes, miss," he called to her; "some thing urgent, I perceive." "My friend, Mias Courtier, is 111," said Annette, "She is in the launch below. Can you help mo?" "With pleasure, miss*" said the pro prietor. With him at her side, Annette re traced hor steps. The proprietor en tered the motor boat and bent over Inez. He nodded to himself, as though recalling a description. With an easy swing they carried Inez out of the boat, along the dock and up the rustic steps. * "Have you a physician In the house?" ! "We have everything ? everything at Crooked Crag,", returned the proprie tor, with an Insinuating smile. He summoned other servitor# and nodded to Annette. "It is two flights up, miss," he said to Annette. Giving innumerable directions and ollmblng at the head of the little Hernandez Toce Open Annette's Waist. " -? , \ I " terloper leaped upon it8 step, opened the door and flung himself inside, giv ing a quick order to the driver. Neal retraced his steps and Anrffette handed him a scrap of paper that the man had dropped during the struggle. It was a crumpled bit of letter, and what there was of it read liko this: . . note you are now looatfd at the "Crooked Crag" . . . and that the place is safe. Ten pounds heroin shipped today. The consign ment of cocaine follows immediately.' "Did you recognize that man?" said Neal, breathlessly. "He was the smug gler that got away that night in Sea port. I remember him particularly by the scar upon his face." Annette started. "I had forgotten," she returned. "The scar upon his face." ? CHAPTER XIX. At Crooked Crag. Hornandoz, the gentleman adventur er, the clever smuggler of cocaine and heroin, established his headquar ters at the Crooked Crag. The pro prietor recognized him for what he was; there was a secret compact, up rfpoken, but well understood, between the two. Hernandez had located himself in the secret. soundproof room at Crooked Crag. He was talking over the telephone. "It was a false moves" he conceded. "I should have steered clear of your Newport villa. If it hadn't been for ? the apprentice seaman. 1 might have turned a tri^k. As it is, I am afraid to show myself. I think wo will have to wait for our yellow-blooded friend to return from his failure at Annapo lis " With tho scrap of paper in his pos session Neal had excused himsolf to Inez, and had started back to his training station with a definite pur pose in view. Once arrived thero, he handed the crumpled slip of paper to the officer in command and told his. story. 4 Hut all this went on unknown to Hernandoz. He had not missoil the scrap of paper. Half an hour later on a wharf in Nowport there drew up a very capable little motor boat Inez and her young friend, Annette I'.ington. boarded bar group behind him, he finally reached the third-story room. "If the doctor is about, will you send him?" said Annette, bowing the proprietor and his two men from the room. 1 "At once, mademoiselle," said the proprietor, with a low bow. There was a knock upon the door. "Come In," said Annette. Two men entered, one of whom, a man with a neatly-trimmed Van Dyke beard, drew Annette to the window, j inquiring gravely about the case. "Whilo her attention was thus occupied the other man seized the recumbent figure upon the bed and bore it from tho room. Annette caught a glimpse of his hugo shoulders Just as he dis appeared. "What is he doing?" she demanded., "Where is he taking her to?" Tho other man bowed. "To a phy sician," he returned, ? "as you re quested." He crossed the room and deftly locked tho door, putting the key in his pocket. ? . ? T "Hut you are a physician," ex claimed Annette, alarmed. lie toro from either side of his face a thin strip of hair, leaving beneath it smooth shaven Jowels. Ho still wore a mustache and goatee. Then he turned to her, and his fafce was the face of the man in the shrubbery at the New port villa, tho faqo of tho smuggler of cocaino, captured at Seaport and escaped again. "1 nrn not n physician," ho conceded. "Do you know who I am?*' "No," she answered, retreating to a corner. He laughed. "I am a man with a saber rut upon my face," he said, pointing to it. "You wero to look out for me. Hero I am. I?ok out." "What do you want of mo?" she demanded. Hernandez lit a cigarette. "Noth ing that Is not mine," ho said. "I was a partner of your father's." ?She started. "Where is my father?" she demanded. ? Hernandez shrugged his shoulders. "-Dead thrse many years; God rest his soul," he said. "I was his surviving partnnr and to mo belongs the assets of tho firm. One of those assets you carry cn ycur person next your heart, the map of the Lost Islo of Cinnabar. (Continued on Last Page) WANTED . ?f Ker.haw County to know th.t [Milt " >tock of B?ggi"(i and Tie., Cotton and Cotton . * sa<|dle| and Kershaw county U T|hthl?bwt countie.\n t\i? t *UU and m.kin, one of the bw of our neighboring countie.. Tkb er ?tr.de? than y harve.t year we have ever year ?iU be tbe jire^ , - ? ? j " c navt ever perienced. Kerthaw County hat raised 36,000 bal *5 cotton in one year and this year will make a Wc/r ton crop, Grain crop. Hay and Potatoe crop. Hov? !| follow corn and there it "a tremendous corn crop. nrr? *r* m ' ? ? - GET READY FOR THE BIG HARVEST You will want a mower. We are _ ,#?r. we are agents for tfo Fmrrton standard Mower. The mower that i. light* .V" ?nd ha* niany advantage* over all other mow. er?mCome in and w? will demonstrate to you the mm, feature.. CAN? MILLS i M?, SuBar Cane and more Syrup. The Ch.tu/ mill i. the one that ha. the reputation we k?? -?cy for thi. mill and carry a .tock of th?M raiIU. We carry a full line of heavy Grocerie. and Fu?; if price., service and courteou. treat er. Supplie.- ? P" mak<1 thu ,tore your h?d. qurrte?Uand we will be plea^d to count you a. on.* our cuttomert. SPRINGS & SHANNON the store that carries the stock Roman and Duch Hyacinth Bi NICE SIZE BULBS 60c DOZEN. OTHER FLOWER BULBS. Sweet Pea Seed, Pansy Seed, Onion Sets, Garden Seed W. ROBIN ZpMP'Sj DRUG STO) Phone 30. ? Camden S. C Farm Property For Sale ?? i, ;i , . - 1,878 acres, 10 miles north of Camden, 4, miles west of DeKalb,V miles from church, half mile'irojn school. ^350 acres in cultivation* three separate pastures with 75 acres In each. One of the finest otv ehards in the county. About one million feet good long leaf timber. One 8 room dwelling. 1,8 tenant houses. Property of H. BarWC Price $20 per acre. Termo easy. 321 1-4 acres, 12 miles north of Camden, 4 miles west of DeKalb, 4 miles from church, 1 1-2 miles from school, 140 acres in cultivation, one good live room dwelling, three tenant houses, one gin, saw mill and shingle mill, for only $25 per acre. Easy terms or will trade for good .town property. Now owned by II. E. Sill & Uro. 40 acres 0 miles Southeast of Camden, 25 acrcs in eultl^'fitSaS, good orchard, one good three room dwelling, cost $400. Can be bought , for $850. Now owned by Charlie Holland. 1 ? LIST YOUR WANTS WITH US ' L. C. SHAW REAL ESTATE, RENTS AND INSURANCE ' for sale ? Pure Bred HEREFORD Catde j "The Kind That Pay." i r.f offerin? for sale 60 head of big bone huli?._ 'ng age of highest -quality and breeding. Camden Beef Cattle Farms j LUGOFF, SOUTH CAROLINA FRED E. PERKINS, Sp?d?l partner HENRY CUNNINGHAM, Ml* J. W. McCORMICK, Prop, E. W. BOND, Mc COR Fnneral a Night Phono 2 6? -J. AMBUI Country Calls Answers