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imSBWT HAMILTON 05B0P/\e~ AUTHOR OF "RED MOUSE." %\mm rmv "catsiw "BLUE BVCKLE/'ETC. nOvcL/ZcO r/eo/v THC PHOTO PI ay or r//cs/irje/VAr)c ppopvc/o oy mr Prt///c t.xcMflcc. //vc. copy/t/cnr, /9/s, oy i /aw ///w// row CU/JO/TW - ? ? $ YNOP8I8. On t )><* d/t y of ' lit' eruption of Moun) r. i. <? < ?;?),( John Hardin of th?r v |cum? i j PrinceNH jive?y??Hf-ol'| Ami'-tUj I IlilMt oil fi"?H uit ?>!??'*? bout, I.UI I* J<|J to (navM behind h< r father ami IiIh < fji'i j pIliiohH. , l|iHKOm Jh OMMHlilU'd ' \ly M'T- I un-tuU'/. ar.'l i'f?n?0 In H vain fttbrnpl 1' j III! I p.'ipefH WhlHl IlVrlKtOII j I rip fDUiHK''''' , I/I FCllI uboill'd illfl P|'jn< < h') VVll'l hb j daughter, pa pern proving U(k title to and telling the whe>/*>il?outit of the* lfint hdunri j of < 'Inrml'itr. 1 Jlng ton's injur y t u ua< h hit mlrld td become a blank, Thlrtcoh yeart , i-lapHt*. Hernandez. now an opium hwwk jgjer. with ('onto, 1?m /. a f< male accom plice, and tho mlndlrf.4 brute that once wmh IHngttfP. eome le Heaport, wticf? thf widow of Captain Hifrth.h I*. living with her Bon Neal and Annette Kington, and plot to Hloai tho pHpiTH left to Annetp by her father. Neal tri'-H for adminHloj) to tjio Naval academy, hut throiiKh the treaeht-rv of Joey Weleher In defeated by Joey ami disgraced. Neal cnllHtH In the navy, j 061 not* a trnp for Joey and the (.?onuplrutojrH get him In their .power. H< aKr??*H to Hteul tho papciH for them but accidentally ?et? fire to the Hardin home and (1)9 brute-man rejjcueB Annette with the papera from the, fbirnen. Annette dlB crovrH that heat applied to the map re veal* the location of the lout Inland. Hub Ncquently in a HtruwKhi for ltn poHHenulon tho map In torn in three parta, Hernan dez, Annwtto and Neal each aecUrlng a portion. Annette nulla on the Coronndo in ocarch of her father. The crew, crazed by cocaine nmugglod aboard hy Hernan dez, mutiny, and are overcome hy a hoarding party from IJ. H. Deatroyer Jackson. b'd by Neal. In Martinique An nette and Neal are captured and taken to a MmtiKKlerH' cave to l>e blown up with dynamite, but are rescued hy ft Hpongi* diver. SEVENTH INSTALLMENT THE GUN RUNNERS CHAPTER XXIX. Identification. Seriorita Inez Castro ? known to her j 'immediate audience Hy tho pseudonym | of Irene Courtier ? drew buck In alarm and affright. "Hut. charming friend Annotto." she cried, "you have born snatched litur ally from the.. JtiwB of dcalii." She? wrung her hands In despair. She turned t'6 Neal and laid her hand upon hln arm. "What aro \vo to do?" Hho cried. "Wo an' but n handful of women ? championed by our solitary sailor hoy. Wo aro no niatch for these adventurers. Why not kIvo it up?" Anno'lto Bpranp to her foot. "Nover," sho erietl. "Nov'er will 1 >?lvn it vi p. , Tho lout lido is ml no. It 1h my fa ther's, too. 1 niu IlKhtlnp for him, Irouo, and hn Ih ilyhiinjj In mo. , ITih blood Ih in my blood." There was a knock upon thn door. "Come in," said Mrs. Hardin. Tho door oponod nivd a man in the uniform of a common soaman entered. "Hardin," he said, "been looking for you everywhere. The commander wants, you to report, to him at once." lie grinned a hit sheepishly. "Meslde that,1' he added, "he told mo I might hand you this." - 1 ITo passed to Neal a folded sheet ol paper. Neal opened it and read it.) A HuHi crept into his face and hin' eyes sparkled. "Godfrey," he exclaimed, "I never thought ? " Ho handed tho paper to his mother. "Annette? Irene." ho said, "I. have boon promoted ? promoted from sea man on tho Jackson to gunner on the cruiser Albany." The bearer of tho note saluted once more. "Hank ? chief petty olllcer," lie explained, "and tho cruiser Albany is due hereabouts thin "week." Ten minutes later when tho excite-' ment in that hotel suite at Martinique had subsided ? at least to some oxtrnt.t Ireno Courtier leaned forward toward Annotto. "Charming friend," sho begun. "Irt us got down to casgs ? lot us look ( things in tho face. What is the situa- j tion now?" ! "For ono thing," Annette returned, ( "these pirates don't know ? can't know ? that 1 am alive." j Irono Courtier smiled a reassuring smile. "(>f course," ?hn responded. "How could they know?" "They've got me at a disadvantage," i went on Annrtto. "They've got my parchment map of tho lost Isle of Cin* j nabar? and my locket with my fa ther's picture in it. It's evidence." "Ah." said Irene, leaning farther] forward, "map or no map wo shall; spiko their guns. Let me plan out a campaign." She rose, seized a sheet of paper and an envelope and pla.-ed them heforo Annette Ilington. "Charming friend," she said, "write as I dictate." At- tho end of live minutes Irene took the sheet of paper from the table and read it aloud. This is what she read : To the Fathers of Santa Maria Mis sion, Santa Maria, Lower California. '? Reverend Fathers: As sole heir of the family of Ilington I am entitled to' possession of the original grant to the lost Isle of Cinnabar ? the same isle j granted to my ancestor by Joseph j Bonaparte, the kinQ of Spain, more j than a century ago. I have solved tho j secret of the map and am on my way ! to you. I 'nclose my photograph for j the purpose of identification. Sincerely, ANNETTE ILINGTON. "So far so good," said Irono Cour tier. "Now add this postscript, please: P. 6. My photograph Is identified upon the hack by the signature and seal of the governor of Martinique. A. I. "Hut ft Isn't," exclaimed Annette. Irene held up her.hand. "Vou have a photograph," she said. "(Jot it at onto." A iiii<;t t << obeyed, "Now," went on Irene, adjusting hor hat, "lot uh go on to tho governor of .Martinique.-" ? In hulf an hour they were In his presence, Annette proffered her re quest. Tho governor nodded. He placed hla signature upon tho back of the photograph and impressed his seal In sealing wax also upon tho back. "Now, charming friend," said Irene Courtier, "lot me have tho photo graph." Bho placed It In the envelope, and sealed tho letter. On their way back to the hotel she dart?d Into the local post ofllco, darting out almost Immedi ately. ? "The deed is done," she said, "the identification is complete." Hnlf an hour later, in tho solitude of her own room at tho hotel in Mar tinique, Inez Castro took from the folds of her dresH the letter?the let-* ter which she had not mailed In the post, ofllco. She tore it open rapidly and dropped the photograph upon her dressing table. With a keen-edged knife sho performed an operation, Then sho pasted hor own photograph upon Annette's cardboard. When she had completed this performance she held up tho finished product with sat ' isfttction. "So," she said to her own counter felt presentment. "It is you whom the governor of Martinique vouches for as tho heir 'of tho llingtons. So far so good. Let us complete tho identifica tion." Sho sat down and wrote ? wroto tho samo letter that Annette had written at .her dictation, and sho signed it Annette Illnglon. Then she placed It In an envelope, addressed tho en velope and afJlxed a stamp, hater, surreptitiously, nlio mailed it. She Was quite right. Identification was u matter of importance . and the identification was complete. CHAPTER XXX. Behind Closed Doors. Tho no sue. many cubby holes on the Islo of Martinique. In one of these ?cubby holes or hiding places in a re markably secreted district of St. Pierre, behind doors closely locked and barred, there sat a man. He was ? a negro, tall and gaunt ; ho wore a mustaelyj and an imperial; even as he sat at case his bearing was military. Suddenly, ho stiffened. There were three taps upon the barred door. lie rose, strode swiftly to the door and noisily throw back its bars and bolts. The door opened and three men crept into the cellar. The negro saluted. "Honor Hernandez," ho exclaimed, "I am from Dolores."' "So I understand," said Hernandez. "Dolores," continued the negro, "is a republic on the coaBt of Central America." Hernandez nodded. The other man loaned forward. "Senor," he said, "1 am the agent of the insurrecto party in Dolores. The insurrecto party in Dolores will one day own Dolores, body and soul. That day is sure to come. It needs but one thing, senor." "And that one thing?" queried Her nandez. The insurrecto smiled. "Wo need a man who will tako chances," he went on, "a man who will stako little to win much; a. man who will put up money and put up brains to get us what wo need? to deliver us the goods." "And what goods do you need?" queried Hernandez, smiling in his turn. The insurrecto showed his white teeth. 'Oil stoves," he returned, "oil stoves ? o.f the Mauser type ? of any type ? made in America." "How many do you nood?" queried Hernandez. "Twenty five hundred rifles will suf llce," said the other man, "including ammunition to correspond. And this cargo, Bcnor." ho added, "is hero in Martinique. It has come by devious routes from tho. United States. It is being watched? closely, jealously watched, by ' secret service officers ? by tho government of the United States." Hernandez sighed. "What return does this man of daring got?" "We will pay you tenfold." said the spy, "when you land the rifles." Hernandez smiled. "What more ? what after delivery?" "Ah," returned tho other, "twenty ? thirty ? a hundredfold, when the rev olution has succeedod." Hernandez tapped himself upon the chest. it will succeed." he said. "1 shall bring to it something more than rifles. I shall bring the brains of Her- \ nandez. i am a gambler, senor, and 1 i will tako a chance." The nogro thrust a hand across tho table. "You are a man among men, ' senor," he exclaimed. Then suddenly he stiffened onre again. He bent for ward in a listening attitude. He ,low t?red hie voice. 'There is Bomeono Just outside the door," he Bald. Hernandez strode to the door, drew hack the holts and opened. A woman entored? Inez Castro. "Honor," said Hernandez to the ln Burrecto agent, "this is Senorita Ine>? Castro. She is one of us." Inez nodded to the agent a bit curtly. "You bring news?" said H rnandez. "'Good news.," said Inez. "I have dispatched a letter to. the fathers of the Santa Maria mission in lower Cali fornia." "You have been- discroet, I trust," said Hernandez. "I have been more than that," re turned Inez. ''The governor of Mar tinique himself lias identified my pho tograph a:i the heiress of Lost Isle " Hernandez was plainly puzzled. "Who induced him to put his name to place his seal upon this photo graph?" he inquired. "Annetto Ulngton and I ? " she be gan.' ' % . ; .. Hernandez started back. "Annette Illngton and you," he faltered. "Oh, I 'forgot.," said Inez. "I have been getting messages from you, but I could ?pt; nonn to voti Slip Mill 1Ivp? The Captive* Were Led Through Dark Passageway*. this Annette Illngton." "Incredible," exclaimed Hernandez. "And what of her companion ? what of this sailor boy?" i "He lives, too," said Inez. "He will be a gunner or a gunner's mate on the cruiser Albany," she said. "(Jood," exclaimed Hernandez. "Then i he returns to the United States." I Inez shook her head. "Returns ? ! not," she answered. "The cruiser Al | lmny comes to him*? comes here." - The InHurrecto agent stopped back ! a pace. "Come here," he said. He 1 glanced at Hernandez significantly. | "Senor," he added, "we have no lime l to lose." "We shall lose no time," said Iler ; nandez. "Leave that to me." Ho | turned to Inez. "What of this girl Annette?" he queried. "Has she given I up the chase?" Inez shook lier head. "The day after tomorrow," she returned, "wo sail for the Panama canal." Two days later the IUo Grande left I port for the Panama canal. When she was fairly out of sight another and i quite a different looking vessel hove I into view and entered port. This latter vessel was* the cruiser Albany, seeking for something that ; she bad not found-1- As yet. , That day (Continued on I.nst l'age) The Last "Word, in Clothes Perfection TDEFORE we ever tKougKt of selling tkese ^ clotkes to you men and young men? tkese clotkes kad to be sold to us. 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