Iron County record. [volume] (Cedar City, Utah) 1893-1982, 1922-05-05

self.
"What Is it?"
This afternoon your father said
that you believed that Mr.. Corvet's
disappearance was In some way con-
nected with you; he said that he did
not think that was so; but do you
want to tell me why you thought lit"
YES; l will tell you" She colored
quickly. "One Of the last things Mr..
Corvet did-in fact, the last thing we
know Of his doing before he sent for
you-was to come to me and warn me
against one of my friends"
"Warn you. Miss Sherrilli Howl
mean. warn you against what?"
Against thinking too much Of him"
She turned away.
IL think I'll come to see your father
in the morning." Alan said, when Con-
stance looked back to him.
'But you'll come over here for
breakfast in the morning1"
"You want me?"
Certainly"
"I'd like to come very much"
"Then I'll expect you" She followed
him to the door when he had put on
his things. and he made no objection
when she asked that the man be al
lowed to carry his bag around to the
other house.
When he had dismissed Slmons and
re-entered the house on Aston street,
he found no evidences of any disturb
ance while he had been gone. On the
second floor, to the east of the room
which had been his fathers, was a
bedroom which evidently had been
kept as n guest chamber; Alan carried
his suitcase there and made ready for
bed.
The sight of Constance Sheriff.
standing and watching after him In
concern as he started back to this
and. also, her flush when she had
spoken Of the friend against whom
BENJAMIN COrvet had warned her.
Who was he? Ii had been impossible
at that moment for Alan to ask her
more besides, II he had asked and she
had told him. he would have learned
only name which he could ifot place
yet In any connection with her or with
BENJAMIN Corvet. Whoever he was. II
was plain that Constance Sheriff.
1 Thought Of him." lucky man. Alan
said to himself Yet Corvet had
warned her not to think OF him.
Alan turned back his bed. II had
been for him tremendous day. Bare
ly twelve hours before he had come TO
that house, Alan Conrad from Blue
Rapids, Kan, now phrases
from what Lawrence Sheriff. had told
him of his father were running
through his mind as he opened the
door of the room to be able to hear
any noise In Benjamin Corvet's house
of which he was sole protector. The
emotion reused by his first sight of the
lake went through him again as he
opened the window to the east.
Now-he was In bed-he seemed 10
be standing, specter before a man
blaspheming Benjamin COrvet and the
souls of men dead. "And the hNle
above the eye! The bullet got
you! So it's you that got Ben
I'll get you! You can't
save the Mlwaka -"
The Miwaka The stir of that name
was stronger now even than before; II
had been running through his con
seriousness almost constantly since he
had heard It. He jumped up and
turned on the light and found pencil
He did not know how to spell the
name and Il was not necessary t.
write Il down; the name had taken on
that dehniteness and ineffaceahleness
of thing which. once heard, ear
never again he forgotten, But. In
panic that he might forget. he wrote
IL, guessing at the spelllng-"Mlwaka,
I, was name, Of course: but thC
name OF what? II repeated and re
heated itself to him. after he got bach
into bed, until Its very iteration made
him drowsy.
Outside. the gale whlstied ant
shrleI ed The wind, passing its last
resistehce after It's sweep across the
pralries before 1t leaped upon the lake
battered and clamOred In Its assault
about the house. But as Alan became
sleepie-, he heard II no longer as 4
ratified inc windows and BOWED undel
the caves and over the roof, but as on
on the lake. above the roaring and Ice
crunchIng waves, Il whipped and cir
cled with It's chill the lce-shrou6eC
sides OF struggling ships. so, with tn,
| roar Of surf and gale In his ears, b,