Bemidji Daily Pioneer Newspaper, December 18, 1915, Page 4

(Coprright, 1515, by William Hamliton Osborne) SYNOPSIS. Qn the day of the eruption of Mount Pelee Capt. John Hardin of the steamer Princess rescues three-year-old Annette Tlington from an open boat, but is forced to leavo behind her father and his com- panions. Tlington is assaulted by Her~ nandez and Ponto in a vain attempt to get papers which Tlington has managed to send aboard the Princess with his daughter, papers proving his title to“the lost island of Cinnabar. Ilington's injury causes his mind to become a blank. SECOND INSTALLMENT THE YELLOW PACKET CHAPTER VI. The Whiplash. Hernandez stepped out upon the jporch of the low-roofed bungalow. He moved with lazy strides. He was pros- |perous apparently, this Portuguese, 'Hernandez. Here was no evidence of adversity nor of hard luck. Years be- ifore he had escaped from the eruption of Mount Pelee in Martinique. Now it was the year 1915. It was January of that year. He was located —nay, comfortably established—on his own plantation in the southern waters. For months or years—who knows?— he had lived a life of ease upon this island just off the coast of Porto Rico. Hernandez strode to the table and tapped a bell. “Inez,” he cried sharply, “bring me drink.” He was a Portuguese, this Hernandez, tall, slender, dark. The expression on his face was sinister, and across his face wag an old-time scar planted by a saber stroke. ' Within 2 woman had been humming ~humming little snatches of familiar Spanish songs. At his command the humming ceased. There was an ex- clamation of rage—of feminine rage. Inez Castro stepped out upon the ver enda. “I' am no servant,” she exclaimed angrily, “to be summoned by a bell.” “Drink,” sald Hernandez sharply, “give me drink.” She poured it out for him and hand- ed him the glass. “May I hope it ‘chokes you,” she exclaimed, stamping her foot. “Stop your snarling there, you Span- ish cat,” exclaimed Hernandez, “and listen to me. I have an order from Porto Rico that I must fill—and fill tonight.” Inez was all attention in a2 moment. “How much do they want?’ she asked. “Fifty pounds of gum opium,” sald her lord and master, “and -twenty pounds of flake cocaine.” He strode into the bungalow and approached a rude fireplace at the farther end of the apartment. He Btooped and tiirew baok tho aorner of & many-colored rug that partially con- cealed the tiles. The tiles were loose- ly set. He removed a dozen of them— “ Hope It Chokes You!” She Ex. claimed. then he threw back an opening— a trap door in the floor beneath. Inez watched him until he disappeared into this- wide hole. Then she glided out to the veranda. She poured out a tiny drink and ‘tossed it off. She lit a cigarette. . Before her lay a partially plowed field. She heard the jingle of an ox chain. She heard a quavering voice and then suddenly from the rear of the bungalow a strange trio_ entered the arena of ¢vents. p Ponto, a fat little Mexican — whe- boasted ever of his ‘Aztec blood — crawled behind & primitive and inef- fective plow. And the team! A strangely as- sorted team was'this. On the right, with its head thrust through a wooden yoke, was an ox. On the left hand side, also with his head thrust through a wooden yoke and with his brawny shoulders tugging, ever tugging, at the plow, there was hitched—a man. Ponto, cursing, raised his' whip and brought down his lash time after time ‘with strict impartiality upon the shoul- ders of the ox and upon the bare ba of the man. ki NEAL of the NAVY By WILLIAM HAMILTON OSBORNE Auther of *"Red Mouse," Fight,"* **Catspaw, ** **Blue Buckle,"” etc. Novelized from the Photo Play of the Same Name Produced by tho Pathe Exchange, Inc, *Running Hernandez just- then appeared on the veranda bearing with him a large wicker dress-suit case. Hernandez, slowly smoking a pana- tela, scanned the horizon. Suddenly his eyes narrowed. He strode swiftly into the living room ‘and-as swiftly back again and in his hands he bore a pair of up-to-date binoculars. He held them to his eyes and carefully adjusted them—keeping them trained upon a speck,’a mere speck, that had appeared upon the surface of the sea. With a bound he was off, circling the bungalow in the opposite direction from that which Ponto and his ill-as- sorted team had taken. He met him half way. : “Ponto,”. he exclaimed, “we shall have visitors. Unhitch the brute. Get pickaxes—get spades.” Hernandez led the way to the fore- the bungalow and. the shore. pointed to a well-plowed strip of ground. “There,” he cried, “at that spot. Dig —dig like the very devil.” CHAPTER Vil. The Clue. Hernandez returned to the veranda end seized the glasses once again. He passed them to Inez. “Tell me what you see,” he said. The woman shuddered slightly. “Government vessel,” she returned. With the woman at his side he strode into the huge living room, A moment later he reappeared tug- ging with him a small steamer trunk. With her aid he carried it to the ve- randa; then they went back for an- other—and another—and still another, “Senor,” exclaimed Ponto, from the Inner edge of a small pit that he and the brute had finished digging, “behold, the task is now complete.” “Come then,” cried Hernandez sharply, “dump these in.” Half an hour later and half a mile from shore a revenue cutter stopped its engines and later dropped an an- chor. Another half an hour and Hernandez and ‘his dark-haired Inez sauntered shoreward and stood-bowing on the crazy little wharf. They waited calm- ly, the woman smoking a cigarette and Hernandez enjoying his panétela, until the ship's gig drew up to the wharf. Hernandez deftly caught the rope as it was thrown to him. - brusquely, search warrant.” “Do not produce it, sir,”” he said. “I take you at your word.” “Mr, Hernandez,” went on the offi- oor, “a Porto Rican fisharman reported to us yesterday that his kicker had been hired three times by a notorious negro smuggler—that three times he had watched the departure of his boat and itg return. Each time it had come in this direction—each time returned from this direction.” “The point is,” went on the officer, “Just this: This is the only point south of Porto Rico within a given distance. The kicker owned by our informant, when it left its owner, sailed direct toward you and returned direct from you. Possibly I am on a fool’s errand, | but I've got to do my duty.” “Permit me to escort you, senor,” said Hernandez. An hour later the officer was seated on the veranda waiting for his men. One by one they filed in and reported, “No go, sir,” they all said. “We've covered the whole place. There’s not an ounce of gum nor a penny’s worth of flake.” The officer shook his head and dis- missed his men. “You were speaking,” he remarked, sipping his glass of ice-cold vichy, “you were speaking of the Martinique eruption.” “Of that,” assented Hernandez, “and of something else—the steamship Prin- cess of New York.” “Why,” said the officer, “she was burned, that tramp—burned two days out from Martinique.” Hernandez's eyes narrowed. do you know, senor?” he queried. “I know,” returned the officer, “be- cause I was a seaman on the gunboat Eaglet—and the gunboat Eaglet res- cued the survivors of the Princess.” “Senor,” said Hernandez gravely, “I would hear about this Princess of New York. She stood by, senor—I remem- ber well, for I thought my last hour had come—she stood by to succor refugees and I with my man Ponto here—I was a refugee. I fled from the smoke and lava of Mount Pelee back in 1902—" “How cess?” asked the officer. “No,” returned Hernandez, “they would not let us on; they beat us back. But a strange thing happened, senor. There were four of us, myself, my servant Ponto and an' American named Ilington.” , “Four of you?” queried the officer. “Ah,” sald Hernandez, “there was a fourth member of the party—we had put off in a leaky boat. She was 8 baby girl—a child. She was the daughter of this Ilington.” h " He nodded. ground between the veranda end of " R ¢ He “Mr. Hernandez,” sald the officer-| “I've got a government | “Were you on the steamer Prin- ‘The officer leaned forward. His ming wag at work. His memory trav-: eled back over some thirtsen years “Ilington,” he repeated. *“A chil —=a baby girl. I remember now.” ““That baby girl, senor, boarded the ship—they took her out of all her party—her-and hernative woman serv- ant—" { The officer slapped his thigh. “I re- member now,” he said, “I remember | | all-about it. Let me see. It was com- mon! talk aboard the Eaglet. This cchild came aboard with the wife of the Princess’ captain. 'young, say five years old. The cap- tain’s boy 1 remember well—he slept {in my hammock the first night he ‘came aboard. I remember him. But | there was something about the girl— wait, T have it. A bag of gold—Span- ish pieces most of them, I think—or maybe French. A bag of gold—and something else. Some note or pack- age—some mystery at any. rate, as I recall.” ! Hernandez knocked the ashes from his panetela. “You don’t say so, sen- or,” he replied, with a show of inter- est. ilnew nothing- of all that. I wonder what has become of Ilington. By the ‘Wway, senor, what became of the sur- vivors of the Princess?” The officer nodded. “We landed them at Brooklyn navy yard. They ! were ‘people from the North, New i York or thereabouts. Curious about this little girl. I had almost forgot all about her. I will'have to look her up somehow some day and see what her history is and what the mystery was” . Hernandez 'shrugged his shoulders. “Like"looking for a needie in a hay- stack, officer,” he suggested. “Oh, no,” said the officer, “they’ve got the record in the Brooklyn navy yard. I can easily find out.” He rose and held out his hand. “Sorry to trouble you, Mr. Hernandez. Duty is “uty and the government is no re pector of persons.” CHAPTER VIIL The Flash Flare. Neal Hardin of the United States life-saving service at Seaport, N. J., swung down the.narrow lane toward the beach. Before he reached the in- tervening railroad tracks a train pulled in—a shore train from New York. Its last two cars blocked Neal’s progress toward the beach—and he was forced to wait until the train pulled out again. Meantime, while the train was stationary, a single passen- ger alighted—a smartly dressed young woman. She stopped, once she hed alighted —and glanced about her in uncertain- ty. She caught sight of Neal and started toward him. “If you don’t mind,” said the young | woman, in dulcet tones—and with just the trace of foreign. accent in her voice—“if you do not mind, I should like to find the post office—if you have one here.” Neal nodded. “I go past there,” an- swered Neal, “I'll take you toit. Come with me.” Neal liked her—but she didn’t ring true. “Thig is the post office,” he ex- claimed at femgth. Neal passed on toward the beach. He had not gone far when he heard a woman'’s scream. He looked back. In front of the post office a crumpled heap turned out to be the pretty wom- an. “I slipped—I stumbled—something,” she exclaimed, “and, ch—the pain—the pain—" : “Where?” queried the postmaster. “My foot, my ankle,” returned the young lady; “it is bad—bad.” She fell back, half fainting, in Neal's erms. The postmaster nodded to Neal. “She was going to your mother’s, Neal,” he said. “My mother’s,” gasped Neal, “does— does she know my mother?” The postmaster shook his head. ““She wanted a ‘quiet place—mot a boarding house, nor nothing of the kind—a quiet place for her and her old father. I gave her your mother’s name. I didn’t know. ' I thought may- ‘be your. mother might take ’em in.” Neal clutched her in his strong arms and staggered to his feet. “I'll take you to my mother’s,” he sald aloud; “that’s where you were bound—I'm Mrs. Hardin's son.” Neal’s mother, Mrs. Captain Hardin, had spent a good part of the last hour in the attic of her cozy little house. She was delving into the depths-of an old leather trunk—and that meant that she was delving into the past. At the very bottom of the trunk where she had placed them years ago, was a newspaper package, carefully. tied up. She opened it and spread its | contents on the lid of the trunk. They | consisted of the ' clothing—all.. the clothing—of a little girl—the dress and the linen - articles had turned slightly - yellow—even the thirteen years had left their mark upon them. But this was not all—there was & bag of gold—the bag of gold that the little girl had brought aboard the Prin- cess during that day of terror back at | Martinique. And pinned to the tiny ! dress was still the note—hastily pen- ciled by an unknown hand: e | am Annette llington, heiress of the lost isle of Cinnabar. 1 will be very rich some day. Save my clothes and the oilskin packet until my father comes for me, or until | am eighteen. 1 must look out for a man with a saber. lcut upon his face. For God's sake, keep me safe. She was startled by Annette’s cry from below. Hastily she stowed away How to Prevent Croup. Every effort should.be made to pre- vent the attacks by giving the child a light supper and plenty of fresh air at all times. The child should be warmly clad when out of doors. Es- pecially the féet-should be well pro- tected and -under no circumstances should the child be allowed to remain with wet or cold feet. Then watch for'the first symptom, hoarseness, and give Chamberlain’s Cough Remedy at once and the attacked may be warded off. This remedy is a favorite with the mothers of croupy children-and can always be depended upon. It is pleasant and safe to take. by all dealers.—Adv. _ TO THE PUBLIC. I am now in business for myself at ‘corner 8th St. west and-Irvine For sale | She had two |- {% |boys with her and this little girl. -I it | don’t remember the girl, but she was “A bag of gold and a mystery—I | ‘I Wonder What Has the contents of the newspaper pack- age and shut‘and locked the trunk, ‘When: she reached: the living room, she started back. . A young woman, her skirt dusty with the dirt of the: road, was lying full length upon the lounge. Her eyes were closed. Neal ‘was standing at her head, placing a ‘wet cloth upon her forehead. Annette removed her shoe. . “Ah, the pain—the pain—" groaned the sufferer. . “Why, there’s no swelling,” said An- nette. The girl on the lounge opened her eyes. “It is always that way,” she re- plied; “that is not the first time. It is the injury to what you call the—the synovial membrane—the covering of the bones. It has happened twice be- fore.” The girl signaled for her leather handbag which was on the table. Neal fetched it for her, and she took from i it a card. She handed it to Annette. Annette passed it to Mrs. Hardin. This 1s what it said. Miss Irene Courtier, Nassau, The Bahama Isles. “I—I must send a telegram,” she added, shutting her bag and handing it back to Neil. The gir! dictated and Neal wrote as follows: Napoleon Courtier, Esq., muda, New York City: Sprained my ankle. Don't worry. Have found friends in Seaport. IRENE. Over in the Hotel Bermuda in New York sat Mr. Napoleon Courtier—a foreign-looking gentleman of distin- guished appearance. He was a strik- ing-looking: figure and had many pe- culiarities and eccentricities of man- ner. - The ‘most”striking- thing about him, “however, was .a livid saber cut across his cheek—a deep, deep cut— a bad scar. It is probable, however, that Mr. Courtier attracted no more attention than his companions did— one of them a fat little Mexican of “most villainous appearance; the other a huge giant clad in ill-fitting clothes, who followed Mr. Courtier about like a dog—a faithful dog. Mr.. Napoleon Courtier. sat within his room. He was, not alone. With him were the Mexican and the giant. ‘With him also was another personage, 11l favored, low browed, treacherous. This latter individual was a New York crook, A telegraph boy-entered with a tele- gram. Courtier signed for it with a gold pencil,-gave the boy a quarter for a tip and opened the telegram. “Ponto,” exclaimed Mr. Napoleon Courtier, for the moment totally ignor. ing the présence of the crook; “look, friend Ponto. Read.” And Ponto read. It was the tele- gram of Miss Irene Courtier. “At last—and after thirteen years,” he- said. The crook once more seated himself and Mr. Courtier followed suit. He seized a piece of paper and wrote rapidly. He pushed the piece of paper -toward the crook. “Readthat,” he commande: intended for your principal.” The crook read: Have 200 pounds best gum opium. Will land same tonight at Seaport, N. J. Be ready to receive it. Signal with flash flare. The crook nodded. commented. Half an hour later, on his way up Second avenue, New York, the crook -was boisterously hailed by a crowd of ‘boon ' companions. These boon com- panions ‘were lounging in the doorway of the “Side Pocket.” “Come on, Shorty,” cried one of them, catching the crook by the arm, “Im just blowing. Come on in and have some steam.” ‘A few minutes after they entered the place, One-Eyed Mulvaney and his gang entered the saloon. Followed a fight and ‘a raid by the police. When 1t was over Shorty lay in a corner with his skull cracked. e Sométhing white protruded from the crook’s ceat pocket. The sergeant drew it out. It was a note. It read like this: Have 200 pounds best gum opium. Will land same tonight at Seaport, N. J.. Be ready to receive it. Signal Hotel Ber “4t is “Right, bo,” he | ‘with. fiash flare. The - sergeant read it twice. Be signaled toi one of his men. Then fdesign brushed vlolently against An- | nette and knocked her down. eal raised her to her feet and then | | beside himself with anger dashed after this reckless individual up the road. . “Look, look,” cried Annette, “what Is. this thing coming here?” “This thing, as Annette called it, came on by leaps and bounds, with hands that wildly waved about its body and above its head as it sped along. It was a figure, gigantic, fear- ful. Welcher shuddered. The huge creature stopped short in his ‘tracks and stared at Annette— stupefied and fascinated. 2 The sharp crack of revolver shots brought him to himself. He looked behind him. Annette following his gaze saw figures rushing up the road- way. The bruteleaped up and with a huge bound rushed up the road and disappeared. An officer followed by a handful of sailors from the launch followed the brute up the road. CHAPTER X. A General Jall Delivery. Meantime Neal, incensed at the. as- sault, either intended or accidental, upon Annette, was following his man across country. Hernandez was lean and agile and he kept well in the lead. 'At the rallroad, obeylng some sudden impulse, he turned and swung on down ‘the tracks. Here he was at a disad- ‘vantage. Neal was accustomed to leap- ing raflroad ties, two at a leap. By this time, however, they had reached the bridge—a bridge over the inlet to the nerth of the town. Her- nandez darted out upon it with Neal immediately behind him, but just as Neal was about to clutch him from behind, Hernandez twitched aside and leaped to the waters of the inlet far beneath. T Neal followed suit. Both men swam to shore and Hernandez, realizing for the first time that he was followed by one man and not two, now changed his tac‘ics. He stood upon the shore and waited until Neal came up. Then with a sudden rush he darted forward and planted a murderous blow in the direction of Neal's chin. ‘When the blow was delivered Neal's chin wag not there, nor was Neal, but in it, and about, the-table were four | po wag not far away. He ducked and people. Annette, the center of attrac- | gountered with his left, striking Her- tion; Neal and his mother and his | papgez full upon the throat. foster Brother, Joo Welcher. At that Instant something small and Mrs. Hardin stepped to a cupboard | gark anq fat leaped out of the dark- and drew forth a paper bundle. She | pegs drew a poniard, and before Neal placed it on the table and by the light | ¢ould even turn, had cut a gash—a of the eighteen candles she unwrapped | deep gash—in Neal's shoulder. it, exhibiting to Annette Ilington and This new assailant was Ponto. to the boys a set of childish garments, And then all three heard a. sound a heavy leather. bag, that clinked as Hpon the bridge. All thres looked up. she laid it down, and a mysterious-| myerq 1y the moonlight, running full looking yellow packet, sealed with red | yi1¢"toward them, was a squad of uni- sealing wax. She unpinned from a formed men. diminutive dress a piece of paper| “poyi; and Hernander took to their which she. read aloud. heels and ran, but Neal in that instant The listener above started as the leaped upon them from behind, D e pos/a8 & strange not® | clutched each man.with one hand, :;am;?; sined (oth s promisg and 8, “Come on, boys,”. he yelled, panting, P " “I've got them. Come.” h el‘g;.(k’ AsaédhAnnette “;"d“‘fi'fi :: Meantime Mrs. Hardin had succeed- o AIn Rlod. mor. popsessiong,. “e! ed.in getting Annette back into the is a locket.” In it there was a picture of a man, gottage. Anuefte hid heen somevhat “My- father,” said Annette, “I am sure it is my father. Where is he— ‘when will he come for me?” Suddenly Welcher started forward. “Godfrey,” he cried, did you hear that.” “It's a shot from a small-bore gun,” said Neal. “Come on, Joe Welcher, “let’s go out and see.” The shot was the indirect result of the raid upon the gangsters. of the “Side Pocket.” For an hour at least a government destroyer with United States revenue officers aboard had patrolted the coast waiting for the. signal arranged as per the unsigned bit of paper taken from the coat. pocket of Shorty. The signal was a.flash flare. The} destroyer waited for it. Suddenly an officer held up his hand. “There, close in shore.” A light flashed forth into the nigh “Now, we've got them where we want them,” said the officer. “Man the launch and get away as quietly as possible.” Meantime Hernandez and his twod companions, Ponto and the brute, waited with the patience of adventur- ers for the replying . signal. They: ‘were anchored in a speedy motor boat in a small cove to the south of Sea: port. Receiving mno.answer to. their signal, they flashed another flare into | * ¥ the darkness. Once-more they were [ The. Brute Man Releases Hernandeaz disappointed. ~ Suddenly Hernandez © and Ponto From Prison. sprang to the engine and turned it over. “Steer an even course down shore,” Hernandez cried to-Ponto. “Keep out of the open. If they press us we can land and make a getaway.” The commander of -the.destroyer glanced through his glasses. “That’s a bad crowd,” he said, “a desperate bunch. Send up a gunner. | anq in another instant a naval officer I.think T'll take a chance.” ‘in_uniform appeared in the doorway, They. sent up a gunner and he took | removed his cap and entered. a chance. The.bow of the motor boat| Neal, palefaced, but with flashing flew into space. Hernandez and his | ‘eyes, stalked in at his side. Aunette gang were plunged into sea. uttered a cry of dismay. Neal's white ‘With one accord Hernandez and his | ghirt was drenched with blood. two companions struck out for the| Ten minutes later Hernandez- and shore. Ponto were safely under lock and key At the Hardin cottage, at the souad | —the only prisoners in the town jail. of the shot, Neal and Annette had'| Three hours later, Just as the moon rushed forth with Joe Welcher a close | went down, a huge figure cautiously third -|-crept up toward the barred window of “Come on, Joe,” sald Neal. “Stay.| the jail. It lifted its hands high above where you are, Annette.” its head, gragped the bars and drew But Annette, always venturesome, | itsélf up until it could peer within. insisted upon keeping them company. “Break, brute,” Hernandez com: They had not gone twenty paces when | manded softly. “Tear them up by the something. happened. There was a | roots. Get us out of this.” sudden rush from down the road and |* Five minutes later these three ill- a man, his breath coming quick and | gssorted figures crept noiselessly, -fast, darted upon them, passed them, | stealthily into the shadows of the and was away in an instant. But in ‘might and disappeared. that instant he Had accidentally or by o (TO. BE CONTINUED.) Become of llington?” “Hey, Tim,” he cried; the captain right away. There ain’t! a second to lose. This here’s a job' for the federal authorities—ask the cap to send it down to 'em at once.” “take this to] CHAPTER IX. A Stern Chase. Miss Irene Courtier, if such were her name, rose from her couch in an upper. room in the Hardin cottage with an agility that gave no hint of a disabled ankle. At last she spled a knot in one of the floor boards. She procured a nail file from her handbag and within a few moments had removed the knot from its containing hole.." Then she treated herself to a view of the room below. She perceived that a celebration was in progress, Upon the table was a birthday cake:with eighteen candles Injired by the violence of herfall; but it was not that shock that af- Tected her the most. “It was that big wild man,” she kept exclaiming, with terror shining from her eyes. “It was his face—his face.” She.looked up suddenly. “His face,” she kept repeating. “Where have I seen his face before.” There was a tramp of feet without 'Ava. Your work will be appreciated. Let me give you figures on over- hauling your car, or any-part thereof. All work guaranteed: satisfactory. I am here to please you. 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Through their use many ‘thousands of people have been made more familiar with the scenery and re- sources of their own country, with the adyantage of improved farming meth- ods and with new movements along artistic lines. It is the intention of the directors of the club to extend the service auother year. Women as White Wings, The most distinguished company of “white wings" that ever repaired local streets was a company of indignant and determined women, representing the first families of Coudersport, Pa., who, enraged at neglect of the borough authorities to put the residential sec- tion of East street in appropriate shape for ‘Chautauqua week, turned out in sliks, laces and diamonds galore and flashed hoe, shovel, spade, rake and Wheelbarrow as well as gravel along the line till their fair and intelligent faces glowed with exercise and indig- nation over the way their fine homes were disfigured by mudholes and weeds of neglected streets. *“Our patience has been exhausted in appeals to city fathers,” declared one silks petticoated worker, “and we won't stand for it any longer.” o Advantages of Brilliant Street Lighting. No one can measure with any degree of accuracy the advantages which re- sult from artistic, brilliant. street light- Ing. That these advantages are very great s evident. Tt has been demon- strated time and time again that good street lighting increases the real estate value. Many cities have found that property on one side of a business street is worth more than property on the other because the merchants on one side use more light and use it more attractively than those on the other. . Bisiness men have opened stores on dark and nearly deserted streets. By the touch of the magic wand of bright, attractive lighting they have. transformed these streets into the busiest and most profitable streets in the city. The Pioneer -is. the flace to buy + |your rolls of ‘adding machine paper / # [for Burroughs adding machines. Ong’ * rol}, a dozen rolls or a hundred Tols. XERE KKK KKK KH KX Subscribe for the Piomeer. = % **f*il*}’?*{fi#l' -yt b