The daily Alaskan., 1922-06-06
Copuroht bu Edwin Bomer -% = ~

. was time Go thTuk, 10 learn who she was and who her father was, and to adjust himself to this strange reversal of his expectations.
 Yes; l would rather do that" he said.
 She caught up her fur collar and mulf from a chair and spoke d word to the servant. As she went out on to the porch, he followed her and stopped to pick up his suitcase.
 simmons will bring that" she said, unless you'd rather have 1t with you. It is only short walk"
 They turned in ut.the entrance of house in the middle of the block and went up the low, wide stone steps; the door opened to them without ring or knock; servant in the hall within tuuE AIun'S hat and coat and he fol- lowed Constance past some great room upon his right to a smaller one farther down the huIL
 twill you wait here, please?" she asked.
 lie sat down, and she left him; when her footsteps had died away, and he could hear mo other sounds except the occasional soft tread of some servant. he twisted himself about in his chair and looked around. Who were these ShcrgIllS? Who was Cor vpr and hat was his relation to the SnprrlUs? Wlnt beyond all was Their and Curyrf's rrlIriuD 70 Alan Conrad to himself? The shock and confusion he had felt at the nature or his reccp- tiun in Curvet'S house, and the strange hess of his transition from his little Kansas town To place and people such as this had prevented him from uQUiriug directly from Constance Shcrrill as tu that; and, on her part, she had assumed. plainly, that he already knew and need not be tpId.
 He strengthened and looked about, then got up, as Constance Sherrill came back into the room.
 Father is not here just now" she said We weren't sure from your telegram exactly at what hour you would arrive. and that was why waited ut Mir CuvverS to be sure we wouldn't miss you. have telephuned father. and he's coming home at once"
 She hcSiJuted au instant in tie door, way then turned 10 go out again.
 Miss Shrrr..l--" he said.
 She halted Yes"
 You told me you had hcen waiting for me to come and explain my con ncctlou with Mr. CorvcJ. WcIl-I can't do that; that is what l came here hoping tu find out"
 She came back toward him slowly,
 What do you meun?" she asked.
 He fought down and controlled resolutely The excitement im his voice, as he told her rapidly the little he knew about himself.
 He could not tell definitely how she was affected hy what he said. She flushed slightly, following her first start of surprise after he had begun to speak; when he had finished, he saw that she was a little pale.
 "Then you. don't know anything about Mir. Coryet al all," she saId
 "No; until l got hIs letter sending for me here, I'd never seen or heard his name"
 She was thoughtful for a moment.
 Thank you for telling me" she said. "Iu tell my father when he COmeS."
 Your father is--2" he yentured.
 She understood now that the name of Sherrill had meant nothing to him. "Father Is Mir COrvet's closest friend, and his business partner as we'll" she explained.
 lie thought she was going to tell him something more about them; but she seemed to decide 10 leave that for her father 10 do. She crossed to the big chair beside the grate and seated herself. As she sat looking at him, hands ClaSped beneath her chin, and her elbows resting on the arm of the chair, there was speculation and in- terest in her gaze; but she did not ask him anything more about himself.
 She he saw, was listening. like him self, for the sound of SherrurS ar rival at the house; and when 1t came she recognized il first, rose, and eX- Cused herself He heard her voice in the hall, then her fathers deeper voice which answered; and ten minutes later, he looked up to see the man these things had told him must be Sherriu standing in the door and look ing at him.
 Alan had arisen at sight of him; Sherrill, as he came in. mOtiOned him back to his seat; he did not sit down himself, but crossed to the mantel and leaned against It.
 "I am Lawrence Sherril," he said.
 AS the tall, graceful, thoughtful man stood looking down at him, Alan could tell nothing of the attitude of this friend of Benjamin Coryet to- ward himself. His manner had the same reserve toward Alan, the same