The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1922-05-11

Villages, the islands and headlands.
their lights and their uneven shores.
A feeling Of "home" had come to him,
which he had not had on coming to Chi
cago. There were Indian names and
French up there about the meetings
Of the great waters. The sense that
he was Of these lakes, that surge OF
feeling which he had felt first In con-
versation with Constance Sheriff. was
strengthened an hundredfold
He gazed down at the lists of names
which Benjamin Corvet had kept SO
carefully and SO secretly; these were
his fathers people, too; these ragged
shores and the islands studding the
channels were the lands where his fa-
ther had spent the most active part
of his life. There, then-these lists
now made 1t certain-that events had
happened by which that life had been
blighted. North, there by the meeting
Of the waters. was the region Of the
wrong which was done.
That's where 1 must gor he said
aloud. THAT'S where must Roi"
COnstanCg Sheriff., on the following
afternoon, received telephone call
from her father; he was coming home
earlier than usual, he said; II she had
planned to go out, would she wait un-
til after he got there7 The afternoons
mail was upon~a stand iH the hall. She
turned 1T over. looking through Tin
vitations, social notes. She picked
from among them an envelope ad-
dressed to herself in a firm, clear
hand, which, unfamiliar to her. still
queerly startled her, and tore 1t open.
."Dear Miss Sheriff." she read,
II am closing, for the time being,
the house which, for default Of other
ownership, must call mine. The pos
sibility that what has occurred here
would cause you and your father anxi-
ETY. about me in case went away
without telling you Of my intention Is
the reason for this note. But it is not
the only reason. could not go away
without telling you how deeply 1 ap-
preciate the generosity and delicacy
you and your father have shown me
In spite Of my position here and Of the
fact that had no claim ut all upon
you. I shall not forget those, even
though what happened here last night
makes 1t impossible for me to try to
see you again or even to write to you.
ALAN CONRAD"
She heard her fathers motor enter
the drive and ran to him with the let
ter In her hand.
Hes written to you. then?" he said,
at sight Of 1t.
"Yes"
II had note from him this after
noon at the office, asking me to hold
In abeyance for the time being the
trust that Ben had left me and return
ing the key OF the house to me for
safekeeping."
HAS he already gomez"
II suppose SO; don't know"
"We must find out" She caught up
her wraps and began to put them on.
Sheriff. hesitated, then assented; and
they went round the block together to
the Corvet house. Sheriff., after a few
tnstants' hesitation, took the key from
his pocket and unlocked the door and
went In. The rooms, they saw, were
all in perfect order; summer covers
had been put upon the furniture; pro
tecting cloths had been spread over
the beds upstairs. After their inspec-
ton, they came out again at the front
door, and her father closed 1t with
swapping Of the spring Nck
Constance, as they walked away,
turned and looked back at the old
house. gloomy and dark among its
newer, fresher-looking neighbors, and
suddenly she choked, and her eyes
grew wet. That feeling was not for
Uncle Benny the drain Of days past
had exhausted such a surge Of feeling
for him. That which she could not
wink awey was for the boy who had
CONF t. that house q few weeks ago
and for the man who just now had
gone.
(To be continued next weekly