Mountain Home Republican. [volume], December 11, 1915, Image 3

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Last Call for Christmas
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They're taking
our Hoosier
Kitchen Cabinets mighty fast!
A Kitchen Range
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See the New ROLL DOOR
HOOSIER Wonder at $34.00.
Is the most important home
furnishing. Our stock includes
three well-known brands:
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No Christmas gift in all the
world is half so useful. Your
wife will use her Hoosier
than a thousand meals
QUICK ACTION, BANQUET
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Get her a genuine Hoosier with all these
Full sliding table of pure aluminum or porcelain; oversize cupboard in base; metal drawers;
calendar; food timer; food guide; pencil holder; capacious metal flour and sugar bins; revolving
spice caster; cook book holder and a total of 40 labor-saving helps.
One dollar solves your problem. Be one of the men to give your wife a useful economical
Christmas gift this year—one she'll enjoy three times a day for her lifetime.
conveniences:
WHEN YOU GIVE YOUR WIFE A HOOSIER CABINET
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you are [giving
most useful and pleasing Christmas gift that you possibly could give her at any price, and yet
the price of the Hoosier is so low that within a few weeks you have it entirely paid for at the rate
of ONE DOLLAR A WEEK.
DON'T PUT THIS OFF-IT WILL BE TOO LATE 10 ORDER MORE
HOOSIERS for Christmas when these are sold.
WE WANT YOU TO SEE THESE NEW CABINETS RIGHT AWAY
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before it is too late. After you have seen them you won't think of giving your wife anything else.
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Practical Gifts Are the Most
Sensible.
Cf the prettiesr, most practical
and sure to be appreciated is a
rug. Our new£stock of rugs
contains a variety of designs in
the standard sizes. Your
choice of Axmmster, Velvet,
Smyrna and the Ingrains.
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EVERYTHING IN THE FURNITURE AND HOUSE FURNISHINGS LINE.
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The Candy Store of This Town
/~\UR HEAVY CANDY SALES the past summer entitle
us to be called the Candy Mart of Mountain Home. Cer
tainly our purchases for the Holiday season are the largest to arrive
here and an inspection will show that we have anticipated every
want. Our stock includes everything from bulk candies to the
daintiest Christmas Gift Boxes and Baskets.
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Fancy Holiday Boxes
For the Christmas Trade
Japanese Chinaware
Pleasing Christmas Gifts
This selection of Holiday Boxes has been
printed in the most attractive manner in three
and five colors, in original designs- -far better
than the usual stock Holiday boxes. Each
box is particularly pleasing, being deorated on
sides, top and ends, with "Merry Christmas"
on one side and "Happy New Year" on the
other. This our leader in popular priced
box candy.
Elegant Nippon hand painted dishes by the
single piece or in Gift Sets are appropriate
presents for the women. Many novelties in
this line. Our elegant line of cut glassware
is priced far below the usual cost. A select
exhibit of beautiful water color paintings
awaits your inspection. Our display of toilet
articles contains many pleasing gifts.
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Twenty Orphan Doll Sisters Wanting a Good Home.
See the Display.
THE WILBUR COMPANY
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SYNOPSIS.
On tLe day of tLe eruption of Mount
Pelee ('apt. John Hardin of ilie s
th< -> ear-old Annette
ner
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boat, but is forced
Kington from
to le.ive behind !.< > 1
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nandez and l'<»
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her and Lis com
aulied by ller
pur.iti
in a vain attempt to
Ilinjrton Las minaRed
KrlneesH with Ids
do alder. t< m is proving Lis title t.. ami
r the lost Island
•auses Ids
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set p nets
to St ml
telling the \s in reubouts
of < 'dinaLur llii.iitoM S injury
mind to become a blank,
elapse. I let aaiulez. IMW
icier, with Poulo. In. z. j
plhe. and the mindless
w as I Him ton. come t
widow of Captain llardi
her son Neal and Annette lliugion.
lot to steal the papers left to Annette
r. N't tl tries for admission
Iwny. but throu *ii the
Tin rt
upturn
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brute that
Seaport, where the
is living with
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her fail
to the Naval a<
treachery of Joey \\ tdoher is defeated by
Joey ami displaced. Neal enlists itt the
navy. Inez se.s a trap for Joey and the
conspirators yet him in their power. He
agrees to steal the papers for them but
accidentally sets tire to the llurdin home
and the hrute-man rescues Annette wit It
tiie papers from the flumes,
covers that heat
Annette <1ls
pplleil to the map re- ,
veal* t! >• location of the lost hl -ml Snb
sequentlv In a struggle for Its possession
P ;rts. H' t nan
the mnp is torn In thr
dez. Annette and Neal each we
portion Annette saH« on the (
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TLe crew, crazed
•arch of her father.
In
uyled aboard by Ilernan
re overcome by a
IT. S. Destroyer
In Martinique An
1 are captured and taken to
ca ve t«> be blown up with
but are rest ued by a sponge
bv cocaim* su
dez, mutiny ami
boarding pirtv fr*»»
Jackson. h*d by Neal
nette and N
a smuggler!
dynamite,
diver
SEVENTH INSTALLMENT
THE GUN RUNNERS
CHAPTER XXIX.
Identification.
Senorita Inez Castro—known to her
immediate audience by the pseudonym
of Irene Courtier—drew back In alarm
and affright.
"Bet. charming friend Annette," she
"you have been snatched liter-1
ally from the jaws of death." She j
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turned to Neal and laid her hand upon j
his arm. "What are we to do?" she !
cried.
"We are but a handful of J
women—championed by our solitary I
sailor boy. We are no match for these
adventurers. Why not give It lip?" !
Annette sprang to her feet. "Never,
she cried. "Never will I give it up.
The lost isle is mine. It is my fa
thers, too. I am fighting for him,
Irene, And he Is fighting in me.
blood is in my idood."
There was a knock upon the door
"Come in." snid Mrs. Hardin.
His
The door opened and a man in the i
uniform of a common seaman entered, j
"Hardin," he said, "been looking for |
The commander;
everywhere
you
wants you to report to him at once."
He grinned a bit sheepishly,
that." he added, "he told me I might I
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hand you this."
He purs' d to Neal a folded sheet of j
paper. Neal opened It and read it
A flush erect into his face and hisj
• Godfrey," he exclaimed, "I never
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thought—" •
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"Annatte—li'ne," he said, "I have
been promotH—promoted from sea
man on the Jackson to gunner on the
cruiser Albany."
The hearer of the note saluted once
more. "Rank-chief petty officer," he
explained, "and the cruiser Albany is
due hereabouts this week."
Ten minutes later when the excite
ment in that hotel suite at Martinique
had subsided—at least to some extent.
"('harming friend," she began, "let
us get down to cases—let us look
things ire the face. What Is the situa
tion now?" i
"For one thing," Annette returned, j
Irene Courtier leaned forward toward
Annette.
"these pirates don't know—can't
know—that I am alive."
Irene Courtier smiled a reassuring
Bmile.
"Of course." she responded. "How
could they know ?"
"They've got me at a disadvantage."
went on Annette. "They've got my
parchment map of the lost Isle of Cin
nabar -and iuy locket with my fa
thers picture in it. Its evidence."
"Ah." said Irene, leaning farther
forward, "map or no map we shall
spike their guns. Let me plan out a
campaign. '
She rose, sel. eil a sheet of paper hikI
an envelope and placed them before
Annette Illngton. "Clui'raing friend,"
she said, "write as 1 dictate.' 1
At the end of five minutes Irene
took the sheet of paper front tlie tuble
and read it aloud. This Is what she
i ead:
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To the Fathers of Santa Maria Mia
sion Santa Maria. Lower California.
Reverend Fathers; As sole heir of
the family of II ngton I am entitled to
possession o* t e original grant to the
lost Isle of Cinnabai—the same isle
granted to my ancestor by Joseph
Bonaparte, the king of Spain,
than a century ago. I have solved the
secret of the map and am on my way
to you. I 'nclose rr.y photograph for
the purpose of identification.
Sincerely,
more
ANNETTE ILINGTON.
"So fur so good," said Irene four
tier. "Now add this postscript,
please:
P. S. My photograph is identified
upon the back by the signature and
seal of the governor of Martinique.
A. I.
"But It isn't," exclaimed Annette.
Irene held up her hand. "You have
"(Jet It at
a photograph," she said,
0 nee"
Annette obeyed.
"Now," went on Irene, adjusting her
hat, "let us go on to the governor of
Martinique."
In half an hour they were in his
presence. Annette proffered her re
quest. The governor nodded.
He placed his signature upon the
back of the photograph und impressed
his seal in sealing wax also upon the
back.
"Now, i banning friend," said Irene
Courtier, "let me have the photo
graph."
She placed it in the envelope and
sealed the letter. On thell way back
to the hotel she darted into the local
iPost office, darting out ulmoat luunedl
ately.
"The deed is done," she said, "the
identification 1 b complete."
Half an hour luier, in the solitude of
her own room at the hotel in Mar
Unique. Inez Castro took from the
ter which she had not mulled in the
post office. She tore It open rapidly
and dropped the photograph upon her
dressing table. With a keen-edged
knife sbe performed an operation
Then she pasted her own photograph
folda of hor dresa the letter—the let
upon Annette's caniboard. When she
had completed thi:» performance sh>
held up the finishetl product with sat
isfaction.
"So," she said to her own counter
felt presentment, "it is you whom the
governor of Martinique vouches for
the heir of the Ilingtons. So far 84
Let us complete the identified
as
good,
tion."
She sat down and wrote—wrote ti e
same letter that Annette had written
at her dictation, and she signed it
Annette Illngton. Th*n she placed
it i n an envelope! addressed the eu
velope and affixed a stamp,
surreptitiously, she mailed it.
Later,
She was quite right. Identification
»m a matter of Importance a Lid the
Identification w&a complete.
CHAPTER XXX.
Behind Closed Doors.
There are man? cubby boles on the
Isle 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; he wore a
mustache and an imperial; even as he
sat at ease his bearing was military.
Suddenly he stiffened. There were
three taps upon the barred door. He
rose, strode swiftly to the door and
noisily threw hack its bars and bolts.
The door opened and three men
crept into the cellar. The negro
saluted.
"Senor Hernandez." he exclaimed,
"I am from Dolores."
"So I understand," said Hernandez
"Dolores," continued the negro, "is
a republic on the coast of Central
America."
Hernandez nodded.
The other man leaned forward
"Senor," he said, "1 am the agent of
the lnsurrecto party in Dolores. The
insurrecto party in Dolores will one
day own Dolores, body and soul. That
day is sure to colhe. It needs but one
thing, senor."
"And that one thing?" queried Her
nandez.
The Insurrecto smiled. "We need a
man who will take chances," he went
on, "a man who will stake little to win
much; a man who will put up money
and put up brains to get us what we
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—of the Mauser type—of any
type—made In America."
"How many do you need?" queried
Hernandez.
"Twenty-five hundred rifles will suf
fice," said the other man, "including
ammunition to correspond. And this
cargo, senor," he added, 'is here in
Martinique. It has come by devious
routes from the United States, it is
being watched—closely, Jealously
watched, by secret service officers—
by the government of the United
States."
Hernandez sighed. "What return
does this man of daring get?"
"We will pay you tenfold." said the
spy, "when >ou hand the rifles,"
Hernandez sullied. "What more—
what after delivery?"
"Ah, ' returned the other, "twenty—
thirty—a hundredfold, when the rev
olution lias succeeded."
Hernandez tapped himself upon the
chest. "It will succeed," he said. "I
shall bring to It something more than
i ltles I shall hrlug the brains of Her
nandez. I am a gambler, senor, and 1
w ill lake a chunce."
The negro thrust a hand across ths
table. "Yen are a man among men,
senor," he exclaimed. Then suddenly
he stiffened onre again. He bent for
ward in a listening attitude. He low
ered his voice. "There is someone
Just outside the door," he said.
Hernandez strode to the door, drew
back tbe bolts and opened.
A woman entered—Inez Castro.
"Senor," said Hernandez to tbe In
surrecto agent, "this Is Senorita Inez
Castro. She is one of us."
Inez nodded to tbe agent a bit
curtly.
"You bring news?" said Hernandez.
"Good news," said Inez. "I have
dispatched a letter to the fathers of
the Santa Marla mission in lower Cali
fornia."
"You have been discreet, I trust,"
said Hernandez.
"1 have been more than that," re
turned Inez. "The governor of Mar
Unique himself has Identified my pho
tograph as the heiress of I»st Isle "
Hernandez was plainly puzzled.
"Who Induced him to put his name—
to place bis seal upon this photo
graph?" he Inquired.
"Annette Illngton and I—" she be
gan.
Hernandez started back. "Annette
Illngton and you," he (altered.
"Oh, I forgot," said Inez. "I have
been getting messages from you, but
I could get none to you. She still lives,
this Annette Illngton."
''Incredible," exclaimed Hernandez.
"And what of hei* companion—what of
this sailor boy?"
"He lives, too," said Inez. "He will
be a gunner or a gunner's mate on
the cruiser Albany," she said.
"Good," exclaimed Hernandez. "Then
he returns to the United States."
Inez shook her head. "Returns—
not," she answered. "The cruiser Al
bany comes to htm—comes here."
The Insurrecto agent stepped back
a pace. "Come here," he said. He
glanced at Hernandez significantly.
"Senor," he added, "we have no time
to lose."
"We shall lose no time," said Her
nandez. "Leave that to me." He
turned to Inez. "What of this girl
Annette?" he queried. "Has she given
up the chase?"
Inez shook her head. "The day after
tomorrow,'' she returned, "we sail tot
the Panama canal."
Two days later the Rio Grande left
port for the Panama caaal. When she
was fairly out of sight another and
quite a different looking vessel hove
into view and entered port.
This latter vessel was the cruiser
Albany, seeking for something that
she had not found—as yet. That day
Chief Petty Officer Neal Hardin took
his station on her as chisf gunner's
mate.
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