Williams news., 1922-09-08

had known their names.
 In her feeling for him, she had lait her hand upon his arm now her fin gers frightened to sudden tenseness
 "What do you mean?" she asked
 "Oh, 1t is not definite yer-not
 cleari" She felt the bitterness in his
 tone. "They have not any of them
 been able to make 1t wholly clear to
 me. It is like a record that has been blurred. These original names must
 have been written down by my father
 many years ago-many, most of those
 people; I 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 a vague hor-
 TOT; 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 | been forcing him to bitterness against
 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, ''and then go back
 with us to Harbor Point. It's 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 a faraway freighter swept under the beautiful, furnished craft, causing it to roll lazily as they board ed it. 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 she introduced him.
 Have you worked on any of our boats?" 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 it best not to do that, Miss SherriIl,'' he replied.
 She did not know why the next mo- ment she should think of Henry.
 The yacht was pushing swiftly, smoothly, with hardly a hum from it's 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 a white tower showed upon their left. Then, leaving the shore, | they pushed out across the wide mouth | of the larger bay toward Little Tray | erSe. He grew more silent as they ap- | preached it.
 ''It is up there, isn't ii, t,"@he asked, | pointing, that they hear the Drum?"
 "Yes; how did you know the placer"
 ''I don't know it exactly; want you to show me"
 She pointed out to him. the copse, dark, prfmeval, blue in its contrast with the lighter green of the trees about it and the glistening white of | the shingle and of the more distant sand bluffs. He leaned forward, staring at it, until the changed course of the yacht, as 1t swung about toward the entrance to the bay, obscured 1t.
 Seeing the ships made me feel that I belonged here on the lakes" he re- minded her. q have felt something not recognition exactly, but something that was like the beginning of recog- times this summer when 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 I ought to know this place."
 They landed only a few hundred yards from the cottage. After bid ding good-by to her friends, they went up to it together through the trees. There was a small sun room, rather shut off from the rest of the house, to which she led him. Leaving him there, | she ran upstairs to get the things.
 She halted an instant beside the | door, with the box in her hands, be- fore she went back to him, thinking | now to prepare him against the sig | nifcance of these relics of his father. | She need not prepare him against the | mere fact of his fathers death he 1ad been beginning to believe that al- ready; but these things must have far more meaning for him than merely , hat. She went in and put the box town upon the card table.
 'The mufler in the box was your ,ather's," she told him. "He had 1t on he day he disappeared. The other ,hings,' her voice choked a little, "are J he things he must have had in his , pockets. They've been lying in water l md sand"
 He gazed at her. 'I understand" 1e said after an instant You mean ( hat they prove his death" i
 She assented gently, without speak nR. AZ he approached the box she