The daily Alaskan., 1922-06-10

ldkeu piute III 4N'+G bHN t4AS oN'H'A separation between them might, pos sibly, have taken place long before that.
 The afternoon had changed swiftly Into night; dusk had been gathering during his last talk with Sherrill, so that he hardly had been able to see Sherrills face, and just after Sherrill had left him, full dark had come. Alan did not know how long he had been sitting in the darkness thinking out. these things; but now little clock which had been ticking steadily in the bluckneSs tinklcd six. Alan heard knock ut his door, and when it was re peatpd he called. Come ill.,"
 The light which came in from the hall. as the door was opened, showed a man servant. The man, after q re spectful Inquiry, switched on the light, He crossed into the adjoining room bedroom; the room where Alan was, he thought, must be q dressing room, and there was a bath between. Pres ently the man reappcared, and moved softly about the room, unpacking Alun's suitcase. He hung Alan'S other suit in the closet on hangers; he put the linen. except for one shirt, in the dresser drawers, and he put AIan's few tollrr things with the ivory backed brushes and comb and other articles on the dressing stand.
 Alan wondered, with d sort of trepi- dation. whether the man would expect to stay and help him dress; but he only put the buttons in the clean shirt and reuppucd the dresser drawers and laid out change of things.
 "I was to tell you, sir Mir. Sherrlll Is sorry he cannot be a, home to din ner tonight. Mrs. SherriIl aud Miss Sherril will be here. Dinner is at seven. sir"
 Alan dressed slowly, after the nan had gone; aud al one minute before seven he went downstairs.
 There was no ole in the lower hall and, after all instant of irresUIut!Un and d glance into the empty drawing room, he turned into the small room al the opposite side Ut the hall. A handsome, stately, rather large wOm- an, whom he found there, introduced herself 10 him formally Us Mrs. Sher- Till. Her reserved, yet almost too casual acceptance of Alan's presence told him that she knew al! the par liruIurs about himself which Sherrill had been able to give; and aS Con stance cguc down the stairs and joined them huli d minute iatcr, Alan was certain that she also knew.
 Dinner was uuuuunced, and they went into the great dining room, where the table with Us li"en, silver, and china glpmmoI under shaded lights. The oldest and most dignited of the three men servants who waited upon them in the dining room Alan thought must be butler-a species of creature Uf whom Alan had heard but url CT had Seru; the other servants, ut least. received and handed things through him, and took their orders from him.
 What Sherrlll had told Alan of his father had been iterating itself again and again in Alan'S thoughts; now he recalled that Sherrill had said that his daughter believed that COryet's dis appearance hud had something to do with her. Alan had wondered at the moment how that could be; and as he watched her across the table and now and then exchanged a comment with her, it puzzled him still more. He had opportunity to ask her when she waited with him in the library, after dinner was finished and her mother had gone upstairs; but he did not see then how to go about It.
 I'm sorry" she said to him, "that we can't be home tonight; but perhaps YOU would rather be alOneY
 He did not answer that.
 "Have you a picture here, Miss Sher- Till, Uf--my fuJher? he asked.
 Uncle Benny had had very few pie lures taken; but there is one here"
 She went into the study and came back with q book open at half-tone picture of Benjamin COryet Alan took 1t from her and carried it quickly closer to the light. The face that looked up to him from the heavily glazed page was regular of feature, handsome in way, and forceful. There were imagination and vigor of thought in the broad, smooth fore head; the eyes were strangely moody and breeding; the mouth was gentle, rather kindly; 1t was a queerly i'm polling, haunting fac9 This was his father! But. as Alan held the picture, gazing down upon it, the only emotion which came to him was realization that he felt none. He had no emotion of any sort; he could not attach to thls man, because he bore the name which some one had told him was his fla ther's, the passions which, when dreaming of his father, he had felt.
 Alan stood still a moment longer then. remembering the book which he held. he drew a chair up to the light, and read the short, dry biography Of