The daily Alaskan., 1922-06-03

thought of It, of course, as a great body of water, an interesting sight for prairie boy to see; thnt was all. No physical experience in all his memory had affected him like this; and it was without warning; the strange thing that had stirred within him as the car brought him to the Drive downtown was strengthened now thOusand-fOld; 1t amazed, half frightened half dizzied him. Now, as the motor suddenly swung around corner and shut the sight of the lake from him, Alan sat back breathless.
 The car swerved to the east curb about the middle of the block and came to a stop. The house before which 1t had halted was a large stone house of quiet, good design; 1t was some generation older, apparently, than the houses on each side of 1t, which were brick and terra cOtta of recent fashionable architecture; Alan only glanced at them long enough to get that impression before he opened the cab door and got out; but as the cab drove away, he stood beside his suitcase looking up at the old house which bore the number given in Ben jamln COrvet's letter, then around at the other houses and back to that ag;:in.
 The neighbOrhoOd obviously pre- Cuded the probability of COrvet's be- ing merely a lawyer-a gO-between. He must be some relative; the ques- ton ever present in Alan's thought since the receipt of the letter but held in abeyance, as to the possibility and nenrness of Corvet's relation to him, took sharper and more exact form now than he had dared to let 1t take before Was his relationship to Corvet, perhaps, the closest of all re- latiOnShlpS? Was COrvet his father? He checked the question within himself, for the time had passed for mere speculation upon 1t now. Alan was trembling excitedly; for-whOever COryet might be-the enigma Of Alan's existence was going 10 be answ cred when he had entered that house. He was going to know who he was. All the possibilities, the responsibilities, the attachments. the opportunities, perhaps. of that person whom he was-but whom, as yet, he did not know-were before him. He went up the steps and. with fingers cxcItPdly unsteady, he pushed the bell beside the door.
 The door opened almost instantly so quickly after the ring, indeed, that Alan, with leaping throb of his heart, knew that some one must have been awaiting him. But the door opened only half way, and the man who stood within, gazing out ut Alan question: ingly, was obviously a servant.
 What Is lt?" he asked, as Alan stood looking at him and past him to the narrow section of darkened hall which was ln sight.
 Alan put his hand over the letter in his pocket. "Tve come to see Mir. Corvet," he said-"Mr. Benjamin COrvet."
 "What Is your nameT
 Alan gave his name; the man re- peated It after him, in the manner of d trained servant, quite without h. nectlon. Alan, not familiar with such tones waited uncertainty. So far as he could tell the name was entirely strange to the servant. awakening neither welcome nor opposition, but indifference. The man stepped back, but not in such a manner as to invite Alan in; on the contrary, he half closed the door as he stepped back, leaving It open only an Inch or two; but 1t was enough so that Alan heard him say to some one within:
 He says he's him."
 Ask him in; l will speak to him." It was a girls voice-this second one, a voice such as Alan never had heard before. It was low and soft but quite clear and distinct, with youthful, i'm uulsiye modulations and the manner of accent which Alan knew must go with the sort Of people who lived In houses like those on this street.
 The servant, Obeying the voice, re- turned and opened wide the door.
 "Wlll you come in. sir?'
 (COntinued on Tuesday,