The Mellette County pioneer. [volume] (Wood, Mellette County, S.D.) 19??-1971, 1922-03-31
THE INDIAN DRUM
By Uihiann MacHarS and Eds0in Balnner
corishtby Edwin Bhmr
4urf and Eds~ir1 BoIner

excitedly unsteady, he pushed the bell
beside the door.
The door opened almost instantly
50 quickly after the ring, indeed, that
Alan, with leaping throb of his heart,
knew that some one must have been
awaiting him. But the door opened
only half way, and the man who stood
within, gazing out at Alan question
ingly, was obviously a servant.
What is IT." he asked, as Alan
stood looking at him and past him to
the narrow section Of darkened hall
which vas in sight.
Alan put his hand over the letter
In his pocket. i've come TO see Mr..
COryet," he said-"Mr. Benjamin
COrvet."
What Is your name?'
Allan gave his name the man re-
peated 1t after him, in the manner Of
a trained servant, quite without in
Election. Alan, not familiar with such
tones, waited uncertainty. SO far as
he could tell, the name was entirely
strange TO the servant, awakening
neither welcome nor opposition, but
Indifference. The man stepped back,
but not in such a manner rs to invite
Alan in; on the contrary, he half
closed the door as he stepped back,
leaving it open only an inch or two
but it was enough so that Alan heard
him say to some one within:
lie says he's him.
ASK him in | will speak to him"
1t was u girls vOiCe-thiS second one,
a voice such as Alan never had heard
before. 1t was low ana soft but quite
clear and distinct, with youthful, i'm
pulsive modulations and the
Of accent which Alan knew must go
with the sort of people who lived in
houses like those on this street.
The servant, obeying the voice, re-
turned and opened wide the door.
"Will you come in, sir?"
Alan put down his suitcase on the
stone porch; the man made no move
to pick it up and bring 1t in. Then
Alan stepped into the hall face to face
with the girl who had come from the
big room on the right.
She was quite a young girl-not
over t~wenty-one or twenty-five, Alan
judged; like girls brought up in
wealthy families, she seemed TO Alan
to have gained young womanhood in
far greater degree in some respects
than the girls he knew, while, at the
same time, in other ways, she retained
more than they some characteristics
of a child. Her slender figure had a
wOman'S assurance and grace; her
soft brown hair was dressed like a
woman's; her gray eyes had the open
dlrectness Of the girl. Her face
smoothly oval, with straight brOws
and a skin so delicate that at the
temples the veins showed dimly blue
was at one womanly and youthful (;
and there was something altogether
likable and simple about her, as she
studied Alan now. She was slightly
pale, he noticed, and there were lines
Of strain and trouble about her eyes.
Il am Constance Sheriff." she an
nounced. Her tone implied quite evil
IDENTIFY that she expected him to have
some knowledge Of her, and she seemed
surprised TO see that her name did not
mean more to him.
"Mr. Corvet is not here this norm
ing" she said.
He hcsitated, but persisted: 81 was
to see him here today, Miss Sheriff..
He wrote me, and 1 telegraphed him
would be here to-day"
II know" she answered. "We had
your telegram. Mr.. COrvet was not
here when it came, so my father
opened it," Her voice broke oddly,
and he studied her in INDIGESTION,
dering who that father might be that
opened Mr.. Corvet's kilograms.
"Mr. Corvet went away very sud-
denly" she explained. She seemed, he
thought, to he trying to make some
thing plain to him which might be a
shock to him; yet herself to be un-
certain what the nature Of that shock
might be. Her look was scrutinizing,
questioning, anxious, but not I'M
friendly. after he had written you
and something else had happened
| think-to alarm my father about
him, father came here TO his house to
look after him. He thought some
thing might have -. happened to Mr..
Corvct here in his house. But Mr..
Corvet was not here"
you mean he has-disappeared?'
Eyes; he has Disappeared
Alan gaZed at her diZzily. Benja-
min COrvet-whoever he might be
had disappeared; he had gone. Did
any one else, then, know about Alan
Conrad?
"No one has seer Mr.. Corvet," she
said, 'since the day he wrote to
you. We knew that-that he became
so disturbed after doing th~at-writing
to you-that we thought you must
bring with you information Of him."
Information
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