The Elk Mountain pilot., 1922-07-06

amazed to find that anyone in Chicago
had known their Names"
In her feeling for him, she had laid
her hand upon his arm; now her fin
gers tightened to sudden tenseness.
what do you meanT' she asked.
'Oh, 1t is not definite yet-not
clear" She felt the bitterness in his
tone. "rhey have not any of them
been able to make 1t wholly clear to
me. 1t is like record that has been
blurred. These original names must
have been written down by my father
many years ago-many, most of those
people. l think-are dead; some are
nearly forgotten. The only thing that
is fully plain Is that in every case my
inquiries have led me to those who
have lost one. and sometimes more
than one relative upon the lakes"
Constance thrilled to vague hor-
ror; it was not anything to which she
could give definite reason. His tone
quite as much as what he said was its
cause. His experience plainly had
his father; and he did not know with
certainty yet that his father was dead
you'll lunch with us, of course"
she said to Alan, land then 60 back
with US to Harbor Point. It's a days
journey around the two bays; but
we've boat here"
He assented, and they went down to
the water where the white and brown
power yacht, with long, graceful lines,
lay somnolently In the sunlight. A lit
tie boat took them out over the shim-
mering, smooth surface to the ship
swells from faraway freighter swept
under the beautiful, FURNISHED craft,
causing it to roll lazily as they board
ed 1t. A party Of nearly dozen men
and girls with an older woman chap
eroning them, lounged under the shade
Of an awning over the after deck.
They greeted her gaily and looked
curiously at Alan az she introduced
him.
Have you worked on any Of our
boats3" she asked him, after luncheon
had been finished, and the anchor of
the ship had been raised.
A queer expression came upon his
face. I've thought 1t best not to do
tAA0ts 0AAco AhCAihhs hC ACPhCo-
She did not know why the next mo-
ment she should think of Henry.
The yacht was pushing swiftly.
smoothly, with hardly hum from Its
motors, north along the shore. He
watched intently the rolling, wooded
hills and the ragged little bays and in
lets. His work and his investigatings
had not brought him to the neighbor-
hood before, but she found that she
did not have to name the places to
him; he knew them from the charts.
"Grand Traverse light" he said to
her as white tower showed upon
their left. Then, leaving the shore.
they pushed out across the wide mouth
of the larger bay toward Little Trav-
erse. He grew more silent as they ap-
preached 1t.
at is up there. isn't It," he asked.
pointing, shat they hear the Drum7"
ayes; how did you know the placer"
"I don't know 1t exactly; want you
to show me-"
She pointed out to him the copse,
dark, primeval, blue in its contrast
with the lighter green Of the trees
uOOut ~ anu thc 6hbtcniuB Wnitt Vi
the shingle and Of the more distant
sand bluffs. He leaned forward, staring
at 1t, until the changed course of the
yacht. as 1t swung about toward the
entrance to the bay. obscured It.
"Seeing the ships made me feel that
belonged here on the lakes" he re-
minded her. Il have felt something.
not recognition exactly, but something
that was like the beginning Of recog-
nition-many times this summer when |
1 saw certain places. It's like one of |
those dreams, you know. in which you
are conscious Of having had the same
dream before. feel that ought to
know this place"
ITO be continuedD
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