The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1922-06-08

I face had not returned to 1t since Alan
had spoken with him on the dock; it's
look was intent and queerly drawn.
Was cid Burr beginning TO remember
that he was Benjamin Corvet? Alan
did not believe 1t could be that; again
and again he had spoken Corvet's name
70 MIN without effect. Yet there must
nave been times when, II he was actual
ly Corvet, he had remembered who he
was. He must have remembered that
when he had written directions to some
one to send those things to Constance
Sherriil; or, strange thought had
come to Alan, had he written those in
structions himself? This certainly
would account for the package having
been mailed at Manitowoc and for
Alan's failure to find out by whom 1t
had been mailed. 1t would account,
too, for the unknown handwriting upon
the wrapper. IL some one on the ferry
had addressed the package for the old
man.
What could have brought back that
moment of recollection to Corvet, Alan
wondered; the finding Of the things
which he had sent? What might bring
another such moment? Would his see
Ing the Sherrills again-or Spearman-
act to restore him?
For half an hour Alan paced steadily
at the bow. The storm was increasing
noticeably in ierceness; the wind
driven snowfiakes had changed to hard
pellets which, like little bullets, cut
and stnng the face and 1t was growing
colder. From cabin window came the
blue flash of the wireless, which had
been silent after notifying the shore
stations Of their departure. 1t had
commenced again; this was unusual.
Something still more unusual followed
at once; the direction Of the gale
seemed slowly to shift, and with it
the wash Of the water; instead of the
wind and the waves coming from dead
ahead now, they moved to the port
beam, and Number 25, still pitching
with the thrust through the seas, also
began to roll. This meant, Of course,
that the steamer had changed IT'S
course and was making almost due
north. 1t seemed to Alan to force it's
engines faster the deck vibrated more.
Alan had not heard the orders for this
change and could only speculate as to
what 1t might mean.
His relief came after a few minutes
more.
-"Where are we heading7" Alan
asked.
Radio" the relief announced. "The
H. g. Richardson calling; she's up by
the Manitous."
"What sort Of trouble?"
SI,nte L.
Ship"
"What shipT
mo word as to that"
Alan, not delaying to question fur
ther, went back to the cabins.
These stretched az, behind the
bridge, along the upper deck, some
score on each side of the ship; they
had accommodations Cor almost hun
dred passengers hut on this crossing
only few were occupied. Alan had
noticed some halfdozen man--business
men, no doubt, forced to make the
crossing, and one Of them, a Catholic
priest, returning probably to some mis-
sion In the north he had seen no wom-
en- among them. a little group os
passengers were gathered now In the
door Of or just outside the wireless
cabin, which was one Of the row on the
starboard side. Stewards stood with
them and the cabin maid; within, and
bending over the table with the radio
instrument, was the operator with the
second officer beside him. The violet
spark was rasping, and the operator,
his receivers strapped over his ears,
strained to listen. He got no reply,
evidently, and he struck his key again;
now. as he listened he wrote slowly on
pad.
What Is it?" Alan asked the officer.
'1The Richardson heard four blasts
Of a steam whistle about an hour ago
when she was oppOsIte the Manitous