The Oriental Progress (Blair, Okla.), Vol. 13, No. 3, Ed. 1 Thursday, June 22, 1916 Page: 4 of 8
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THE YELLOW PERIL
Th* Puli «f Tortuga
» o>tmt>aiiler of th* Albany low
hi* iIimpi lla bnkuDfd to
Hardin, a *uan«r on tala ebip.
N*-«l answered tb* auiuuimn and aa
"Voa may inform your friend Mlaa
llmaton and her party that in half
an hour they will bo a«l aabore at
TortuKa." ho directed.
NmI atartod off. On* moment."
added tha commander "Toll Mias II*
Inaton that I'd Ilka to apeak to her.**
Neal found Annette and delivered
(bn nteosace - and In a moment An*
n* no waa at tho commander's aide
"Mlaa tlliiKlon," paid the command
rr. without Intruding. may I aak the
purtMiaa of your extensive peregrins-
"IVregrlnatlnn describe* It." aald
Annetto laughing. 'and you may.
Him glanced about her—even there-
a bit atealthlly, and produced ber
chamois bag. and from it took the
tuap the old time worn, yellow, tat-
tered parchment map of the Lost Isle
of C'lnnlbar. The commander glanced
At it with interest.
"Hum,'' he said at length, "no long!
tude, no latitude."
Annette smiled. "Heat brings out
the hidden inscription," she returned,
"the latitude Is there but you can't
»ee it—so is the longitude. 1 know
It by heart—18 degrees 30 minutes
north and 123 degrees 40 minutes
west—and there, somehow, I hope to
meet my father—and find his Quick-
"Pacific ocean," mused the com-
mander, “off Mexico, Central Amer-
ica-South America—but not far off.
There's something in my mind about
that locality—what Is it? I’ve heard
talk about It suatewtiere. Something—
I can’t recall."
He returned the map. "What I de-
sired to say. Miss llington,” he went
on, "is this—if I had my way I'd take
you there. Cut the United States
navy has other duties to perform.
Yonder is Tortuga. We'll see you
safe ashore—and if we find the shore
Isn't safe, we'll see you safe ashore
some other place. 1 am expecting or-
ders daily, to return. Glad to have
been of service.
An hour later Annette and her
party disembarked from one of the
Back in the jungle, on the outskirts
of the Aztec village of Corazon del
Sol, a few days before, three men—
accompanied by a native guide or two
—had crept through the jungle toward
civilization and the shore. On the
Becond day they had reached a rail-
way station, such as it was, and a rail-
road. such as it waa. They found
"When does the next train go?”
The official yawned. “When she re-
turns from Tortuga, the pestilential—
possibly tomorrow afternoon."
Hernandez stamped his foot impa-
Hours later from a clump of trees
on the outskirts of Tortuga Hernan-
dez, Ponto and Brute peered across
Suddenly Hernandez clutched Pon-
to by the arm. “Look,” he cried, ‘they
Through the opening in the leaves I
be pointed toward the wharf. Annette
and her little coterie were landing on
"Ponto,” said Hernandez, "that lit-
tle wildcat of a girl—she and her
einooth-faced sweetheart—they have
tricked us long enough. This time
they shall not get away.”
•be IwpM by tha roadside iM M
tha surgeon aawbg along. aha clasped
him by lb* knaaa
"kly rbiid-ny man rhlM-my **!»
on*," oh* ailM in th* Jtpaniob
tungua, "ha |a at dealt* • goer Help.
Hag* Mnon. aaburUa—balp ■
The aurgaon lifted the woman to
her feat He apobe soothingly in
itpMlab to h»r and turned and told
tha other* nbai aha Mid
"Go on. everybody." he fried, point
mg up the rand, "let nobody follow
me Go your way "
Annette nod her llttlo party pro
reeded forthwith to the hotel a flimsy
affair, rejoicing la iba cognomen of
Ihe Inn of the Spanish Don.
Ilui after hui ih* aurgeoa entered,
naming quit, (rally into the fare of
name aufferer nodding oolrmnly with
pursed up llpa—left tablet* and direc-
tion*. end (ben went on bln wny,
Finally h* found hi* way to th* ran
ter of the town and made an Inquiry.
He waa directed to r oomewbal formal
The surgeon airod# on Into the
hou*« He found tha mayor In hi*
pajamas, smoking n cigar
Th* surgeon seated himself and ac-
cepted a palaileaf fan. "Horry," he
•aid, "but your place reeks with yel
low fever—you ve got an epidemic on
Mayor lUtnnn Carrol started up
".Mttdre dl Wo#," he cried, "what-not
another one. They will Impeach me-
lt Is ruin. Hay not oo.“
The surgeon nodded. "Don't get ex
clt«*d. Honor Carrol," ho returned, "for-
tunately (he Albany Is In the road-
stead. Ill fetch over a hospital force.
We ll do what we can. Have you got
a piece of paper—I want half a dozen
sheets. That's what 1 came hero for.
He got them and wont on his way.
His way lay past tho Inn of the Span
ish Don. He stopped.
"Hero, Gunner Hardin," he cried,
"come out In the road and spray mo
with this.” Neal sprayed him. The
surgeon sat down in the hotel office
and harangued Annette's party. He
harrangued them from a distance. “You
people," he said, "are In no danger—
not even Mrs. Hardin—if you follow
"The Important thing,” went on the
surgeon, "is the mosquitoes. It isn't
likely the bites you’ve got have done
you any harm. I’ll leave you tablets
anyhow, to ward the fever off. But
I'll do more—1 11 have mosquito net-
ting fetched over from the ship and
you can sleep under it at night. Now
I want help—’’
He distributed the sheets of official
paper he had obtained from Mayor
Sit down—all of you—anywhere,”
he commanded, "and write out what I
say. It'll be in Spanish—and It’s got
to be plain. I’ll spell the words so
you won’t go wrong. Begin.”
And then he dictated the warning
that was posted that afternoon In all
the public places of the town.
rV'toi Im*i4* I bee* rams a I
lag *uu*4~ • wall.
Annette broke away from
getma grmap Urv wb»«.“
)I(M| fV •IftfUf ”
The wall lasiffe ismel to
’Lillie white nngel." rri*4 th*
vole#, "tom*, little whita angel—amt
lay your hands on me Com# quick
before | die “
As Annette’s party passed along,
6ingle file, up the narrow overgrown
shore road, slapping and swatting
mosquitoes to their heart’s content,
they heard a quick step behind them.
They turned. An officer closing up
their rear, saluted.
He was the ship’s surgeon. He
strode on with brisk pace. “Let me
get ahead there If you please." he
said, “there’s something that I don’t
like about this place—I want to have
Scarcely had he said It before a
native woman darted out of a tumbie-
i wu hut—one of many that fronted
on the shore road.
\ a ire di Dios." she cried In shrill
r < ents. "Americanos—help—succor,
t. r V.e !"t» of heaven.”
All people are hereby warned
that yellow fever is carried by
mosquitoes. Avoid being bitten if
you can and kill all the mosqui-
toes you find.
RAMON CARROL, Mayor.
In co-operation with U. S. 8. Al-
"Gunner," he said to Neal, “you're
on shore leave, I know. But I’d be
glad if you'd buckle to and tack these
up in town. I’ll go back to the ship
and get my squad and a few supplies.
Until then good-by."
That afternoon Ramon Carrol, the
mayor of Tortuga, stood, now clad in
his official uniform, In the middle of
his doorway, surrounded by a clamor-
“See, now, my people," he ex-
claimed, “there Is no cause for alarm.
See what I am doing for you—what
other mayor has done so much? Note
the magnificent cruiser—of the United
States—the Albanez— I have sent for
it—it has come—at my request. Up-
on that cruiser are the most wonder-
ful specialists in the world—they are
among you—see, yonder—see their
white coats—here, there, everywhere.
Out of my private fortune (which is
vast, my children) out of my private
fortune I am paying all these special-
ists. . . .” He sighted suddenly a
figure on the outskirts of the crowd.
His manner changed. The figure was
that of the surgeon of the Albany—
he pressed forward and Joined the
“Ah, senor,” said the mayor, speak-
ing in a low tone and rapidly, “I have
been telling my people—see I have
congregate them for the purpose—
how noble, beneficent your country Is
—how you have, free of all charge
and without expense—come to our
prosperous little community and have
fight the pestilence. They are grate-
The surgeon snorted. “Excuse me
for a moment,” he exclaimed. He
darted down the street and caught n
young woman by the arm just as she
was entering an adobe hut.
The young woman was Annette II-
“You young renegade,” he cried,
sternly, ”1 thought I told you to keep
away—hands off—you’ll kill yourself
It »*• after dark Out of a clump
of ir**a upon a hill lh«r* M«nt*re4
forth n sun-Ihla man was 1‘unio It*
pirked bla way carefully—warily, lie-
fur» ha knew H be waa whera he
warned not to be—In lb* streets of
(be lawn Onre in, ha ainrted out,
bui something alirnried bis attention
A little crowd of men and women
stood about a placard tasked upon the
aid* of a but. Fnnio read II awlfily,
. l*onto raised bla eyebrows signlll
cattily, lie Had beard rumors—this
"Mosquitoes." he Mid softly to him
self, "mnequtioe*.” lie tucked tha
word mosquitoes bark In the Inmoat
reraises of hi* mind and went hla
wny. Skirting Ihe town ha reached
ih« Inn of the Spanish Don. From
the n-ar he spied a figure In a win
d»w He whistled softly.
A woman In Ihe window started
■lightly, and peered out.
Ponto clambered up to the window
and noiselessly tore the net from It.
Immediately replacing It as beat ba
might. He sniffed the air.
Ah." whispered Inoi Castro softly,
*’I am smeared with crude oil—face
and hands and ankles. I am Immune.
Here, you atm-ar also, I’onto.”
Whore,” queried I’onto, "Is the
"So far as 1 determine," answered
Inez, "she has It still."
You cannot get It?”
Not unless I show my hand," said
I’onto shook his head. "Not,” he
returned, “until the chief says the
word. What of mine host?” be quer-
A blood-sucker," answered Inez;
he’ll do anything for coin."
"Summon him," said Ponto.
The proprietor was summoned. At
the door, at sight of Ponto he started
back in surprise. But Ponto held his
finger on his lips, and exhibited a
multitude of coins in the open palm
of his hand. The proprietor advanced
and quickly appropriated the coin.
More later," whispered Ponto, “sit
down—confer with us."
An hour later Ponto—a black patch
on the background of black night It-
self—stealthily pushed open the door
of a hut in the middle of a clump of
small trees on a hill.
A man inside, waking suddenly, as
suddenly sprang up, knife in hand.
‘Soft, capltan,” whispered Ponto, "it
is but I.”
The two men struck a light and sat
down facing each other.
Ponto spoke In measured tones—ev-
ery word that he uttered from now on
contained portent. He knew what he
was about. In the back of his head
he had an idea—baleful but useful.
Yes,” he said, “the mosquitoes car-
ry the pestilence. One might call it
the mosquito sickness just as well.
And at dusk, then is their time—then
they bite the worst—’’
“Go on," commanded Hernandez,
grimly. He felt that Ponto was hold-
ing something back.
The little white angel,” went on
Ponto as though reciting a lesson.
Eh,’’ cried Hernandez.
Our young friend of the map—
that Is what they call her—every-
where. The little white angel. She
goes about from hut to hut—from fe-
ver-stricken patient to fever-stricken
patient—yet she survives. But she
will answer any call.”
He leaned forward. “You under-
stand, capitan,” he said, “she will an-
swer any cal!. Let sickness call to
her, she goes."
Ah.’’ said Hernandez, “that is well.
And the gunner—where is he?”
Everywhere—he, too, will answer
I'm," said Hernandez, “go on—go
Ponto’s eyes gleamed. “Ah," he
said, “one mile out of town—and
through this clump of bushes where
we sit—down in yonder hollow—”
“Go on,” commanded Hernandez,
“what lies down in the hollow by this
Ponto shaded his mouth with bis
hand. “Whisper,” he returned, "whis-
per. No one—not even he—shall
For a moment he whispered into the
ear of Hernandez. When he had fin-
ished Hernandez rose to his feet—with
"It's here,” he said. In his turn tap-
ping his forehead. "I have it. By
heaven, this time they shall not get
Ten days later Annette llington.
now called the little white angel even
by ih* abaca sqaad l,a* Uw e*wlo*r,
fait be* •km* pi urn *4 by n rimehtM
k*o4 Mb* 1*4*4 down A nail**— s
m*fe hag <4 bmi m a iambi* at race
• rrawrbod nl her toot
"LlHI# white ang*t wbtn*4 ihe a*
U«e u» ffpaalab and Annetta b*4
learned enough at ih* longue to Hates
l» appeals tor help - my daogbt
J*»t Ilk* yu« so kind and pretty
Aha lies at death a dour Yoa have
food, yon have medinno- and yaw egg
lay your hand on her Aha will get
well What yaw have done tar oth
era yon ran da for her ”
An officer from ih* Albany lamed
lb* comer, Aaneiiea heart lMp*d
Th* man was Neat Hardin
Neal.” ah* cried, “listen to him—
talk lo him for m* Aak him wbera
bla daughter la—111 go unless It’s loo
Neal apok* la tb* man In bia native
language Tb* man Jabbered barb
"Only a short dlaianr* out of town.”
Mid Nenl. “over that blit.”
"Ill go." mM Annette.
Neal pondered f»r a moment. "All
right.” h* aald. "and I'm fra* Just
now. I’ll go with you."
The native leaped lo his fret with
alacrity and r|ti crookedly ahead of
them. Outside of (he lawn they
plunged Into undergrowth and tb*n
through woods—but lb* ground was
dry and the trail was fairly good
At the door of a hut the native
paused and motioned them In
Neal and Annette entered aide by
aide. In a dark corner «n a huddled
shupe under a filthy cloth. Annette
sprang toward It. At that Inslant the
native dropped to the ground and
clutched Neul'a ankles tightly In each
band. At the aaine Inatant the hud-
dled figure In the corner leaped to Ita
feet—It waa no stricken girl—It was
Hernandez, with the light of triumph
In his eyes. And at the same inslant
Ponto and the brute sprang Into the
fray. . . .
It was only a matter of a moment
before Annette and Neal found them
selves bound and lying on the door.
Neal, after a few gasps for breath,
smiled at Annette forlornly.
Hernandez stamped his foot. ”!
will give you two minutes to produce
the map of Lost Isle,” he said, “and
if It la not then forthcoming. . . . *
lie paused. “Go on.” said Neal,
At the end of two minutes he
thrust his watch back into his pocket.
He signed to Ponto. “The helmets,”
he commanded, "and the gloves."
Ponto produced two sets of crudely-
fashioned head nets and hand gloves
made of mosquito netting. Inez had
told him how to make them. Hern-
andez donned one set and Ponto
donned the other.
Neal and Annette, each with a
guard of two behind, were forced to
leave the hut, and forced down the
trail on the farther side of the small
After fifteen minutes’ walk they
halted. Ponto spoke sharply to the
native who was with them.
‘‘Lead on,” he commanded; “you
know the way.”
Ah,” said the native, “I and mighty
few beside. Be careful now.”
Ponto turned to Hernandez. “This,”
he said, “is the cause of all the pesti-
lence—this is the quagmire at the bot-
tom of our hill—mosquito swamp—”
“There are not so many mosquitoes
here,” returned Hernandez, “not
enough In fact."
The native grinned. “Not now—but
at night—at night they are legion—
they are fiends, foul fiends. And they
breed pestilence. On. Follow me.”
Back at the Inn of the Spanish Don
Neal Hardin’s mother began to grow
restive—Annette had not returned—
Neal was nowhere to be seen. Once
the surgeon stepped in and inquired
for Neal. After that Mrs. Hardin
made inquiries of her own. No one
knew ffhere he was—no one had seen
the little white angel. . . .
Out in the swamp Neal and Annette
were conducted to a small, swamp
ialet, green with dark growth—upon
which there was barely foothold.
“This,” said the native to Hernan-
dez, “is the place of which I told.
From this there is no escape.
Hernandez bowed. “You have chos-
en pests and pestilence, your friends,”
he said. “Good night, and pleasant
dreams. Now take us back."
Back at the hut, the native was bow-
ing low. Hernandez poured much
coin into his hand. “And mind,” said
Hernandez, "close mouth for two days
at any rate, you dog.”
In one way he was close-mouthed.
In another way he . . . well, he
started for the nearest tavern, and
bent his elbow with great frequency
and every time he bent his elbow he
opened his mouth—and to some pur-
pose . . . after awhile he began to
treat—and talk—and show his money.
And then, to prove he was an honest
man and no thief, like others there, he
began to tell Just how he had become
so very, very rich In such a short space
of time . . . they listened to him
open mouthed. Among them were
men, sober men, whose families had
been ministered to by the angel sent
from heaven—a little white angel.
One of these men suddenly sprang to
Ma »*#4 oo4 pikkat th* fcanatet as
Ih* or raff off Ihe Oeeh- sod OOtwltM
mu4isi struggle* ra#«»4 hiss.
h4 fiaa ih* »iae •hep • • •
Nrk la ih* Ian of the Spanish IK
Ih* proprietor SH rnMMHN Ik*I he
ho4 am aeea Guanaz N*«I k*4 M
teorn#4 >4 the wb*f«*ho*t* of Ih* Hi-
ll* • kite angel A«noril* Aaneti* II
lagtoa A do*** hl*ejark*«a war* aa
ha*4 ih# aurgeoa sm there Mr*
llardta, «H4*y*4 Hi Ih* fflor* of #
snaky lamp* sat nobbing hysterical
ty Ines looked on cairn.y fuddaaly
tala lb* »»4*i of this rampmaf •»*
propelled aa lntotirai*4 nallv* -h ha*
of boa** clad In a Jumbl* of rag*
Another aaiive pounced upon bin and
nbonh hint Ilka n terrier shakes n rnl
This man. aeoor." Mid lb* sober
nan**, "cure** on him h* know*
•here ihe Hill* uhiie angel la t‘om*
h* will guide u* (here Tell them, yoa
Th* dog laid II* didn't want la.
bui neither did he Ilk* the prlrh of
bayonets through hla hide-- eo h* laid,
and then he led tb* way. My Ihe lime
they had reached Ih* ouieklrta of lha
Iowa. Ibe e hole town waa with th*m
llernandes. In hla hut. beard lb*
commotion H* knew In bis t>on*a
what It waa. "Com* on." h* cried to I
I'unto "we’re going back Into that j
swamp—I awore they should not got
away—you swore it. too."
"How will we gel ibere,” shivered
"The Brule Is a brute,” aald Hernan
dez. "where he ha* been onre. he
can alwaya find the way. Uome. Lead
The Brute, under the usual stimulant
of ruffs and blows, led on. I’onto fol-
lowed At the edge of the swamp.
Hernandez, with a wicked smile,
dropped silently to one aide and
crawled behind a clump of bushes.
Out on (hat fateful islet In the cen-
ter of the quagmire. Neal, bis eyes
heavy lidded with sleep, waa holding
Annette In hla arms She was ob-
livious. Suddenly he woke her up and
sprang to hla feet, drawing her with
“Someone comes." he whispered.
No sooner had he said It than the
Brute waa upon them. He seized Neal
as In a vise. But Neal—a trickster in
a wrestling match—wriggled out of
hla grasp. He seized a heavy stick
and lunged at the 3rute. The Brute
engaged him once again. Ponto tore
the stick away from Neal, and whirl-
ing it about bis head, brought It down
with a resounding crack upon Neal's
Neal dropped like a log.
Ponto, know ing the reason for haste,
turned and looked about him. He
was puzzled by Hemacdez’ absence,
but this was no time to wonder. He
drew a knife and started toward
This time," he cried, "you shall
not get away.”
Annette ran, crookedly, hysterical
ly, across the small islet. In another
Instant she was waist deep In the
quagmire, and still sinking. Ponto
from terra firma, lunged at her with
his knife—but his lunge fell short
Annette struggled away—tried to
reach some place of safety. But her
way was blocked by a waterlogged
piece of wood. Against this she rest-
ed, wide-eyed, watching Ponto’s ef-
forts—sinking, sinking all the time.
For the first time she screamed.
The Brute, busy with Neal who lay
upon the ground, heard her and swung
around. He saw what was happening.
Ponto has raised his knife on high.
Failing to strike—he was about to hurl
It at the girl—and PontA’s aim- was
”... never get aWay,” snarled
Ponto. At that Instanl the Brute
►seized a heavy stone in his hand, and
hurled it with tremendous force at
him. It grazed his hend, stunning
him. The Brute, grasping in his hand
a sapling, leaned far oflt from the
shore of the little Islet and with one
hand grasped Annette, drew her, drip-
ping from the quagmire und set her
on dry land.
. . . Behind him he heard shouts.
In a frenzy of fear, he seized Ponto’s
body, slung it over his shoulder, and
then, with the instinct of a brute and
not a man, he leaped lightly, but sure-
ly, from bog to bog, and disappeared
along some pathless trail.
Ten minutes later Annstte, in the
midst of a motley crowd of tars and
natives—and in the glare of many
torches, was answering Neal’s whis-
“No, dear,” she whispered back,
"they didn’t get the map. They
couldn’t get it. Last week I gave it
—for safe keeping—to the commander
of the Albany.”
And then she fainted dead away.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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IT IS FOR
“Thera It ana queer Ihlaff
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"No, but he's dumb and wants
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350,000 acres of desirable agricul-
tural lauds open to homestead
entry. Five registration points
intituling Omak, only registration
point actually on the reservation and
reached only by th* Great Northern
Lew RenaN Trip Faroe
Round Trip Homeseekers’ Pant to all
to North Pacific Cout points, on ala every d«r,
Djrmlt stopover for r«*»tr»tk>n at Spokane and
Wenatchee. Stopovers allowed enrout* at GUcato
National Park other on coins or return trip.
Sand Now for Cotvilla Ctrcular 39
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Beaver, Dennis. The Oriental Progress (Blair, Okla.), Vol. 13, No. 3, Ed. 1 Thursday, June 22, 1916, newspaper, June 22, 1916; Blair, Oklahoma. (gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc957362/m1/4/: accessed October 18, 2018), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.