The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1922-07-20

something had see,...sl to break In
his brain; too long (reyed upon by
terrible mtmories, and the ghosts Of
those.who had gone, and by the echo
or their voices r,.y to him from the
water, Corvet na. wandered away
he had come back, under the name
or one of those whom he had wronged
to- the lake life from which he had
sprung. Only now and then, for a
few hours, he had intervals when he
remembered all i'm one of these he
had dug up the watch and the ring
and other things which he had taken
from Captain Stafrord's pockets and
written to himself directions of what
to do with them, when his mind again
failed
Ana FOR Spearman, strong against
all that assailed Corvet, there had been
always the terror of the Indian Drum
tile Drum which had beat short for
the Miwaka, the Drum which had
known that one was saved! That story
came from some hint which Luke had
spread, Corvet thought; but Spear
man, born near by the Drum, believed
that the Drum had known and that the
Drum had tried to tell; all through
the years Spcarman had dreaded the
Drum which had tried to betray him.
So 1t was by the Drum that, in the
END, Spearman was broken.
The priests voice had stopped, as
Alan slowly realized; he heard Sher-
rilfs voice speaking to him.
ut was trust that he left you,
Alan; l thought it must be that
trust for those who suffered by the
loss of your fathers ship l ,dont
know yet how it can he fulfilled: and
we must think Of that"
That's how I understand it." Alan
said.
Through the tumult in his soul he
became aware of physical feelings
again, and of Sherrill's hand put upon
his shoulder in cordial, friendly
grasp. Then another hand, small and
firm, touched his. and he felt it's warm
tightening grasp upon his fingers; he
looked up, and his eyes filled and hers,
he saw, were brmming too.
They walked together. later I'm the
day, up the hill to the small, white
house which had been Caleb Stafford's.
The woman who had come to the door
was willing to show them through the
house: it had only five rooms. One
OF those upon the second floor was
so much larger and pleasanter than
the rest that they became quite sure
that 1t was the one In which Alan
had been born, and where his young
mother soon afterward had died.
The woman, who had showed them
about, had gone TO another room and
left them alone.
"There seems to have been no pic!
ture of her and nothing of hers left
here that any one can tell me about:
but" Alan choked, ITS good to be
able to think Of her as can now.
II mean-no ono can say anything
against her noww
Alan drew nearer her, trembling.
IL can never thank you'll can never
tell you what you uid for me. haliev-
ing in-her and in me, no matter now
things looked. And then, coming up
here as you did-for mer
"ies, it was for you, Alan!"
constance He caught her She
let him hold her.
The woman was returning to them
now and, perhaps. 1t was as well;
for not yet, lie knew, cGWld he ask
her all that he wished; what he'd nap
pened was too recent yet for that. But
to him, Spearman-half mad and ffae-
ing FROM the haunts of men--was ~
ginning to he like one who had never
neen; and he knew she shared this
feeling. The light in her deep ayes
was telling him already what her an.
swer to him would be; and life
stretches forth before him full OF love
and happiness and hope.
THE END.1