The Dolores star., 1922-08-25

| overhead: the truck sephfhteu theih'
II bore down upon Alan, holding him
motionleas and, on the other side. II
crushed upon Corvet's legs.
He turned over, as far as he could
and spoke to Alan. You have been
saving me, so now tried to save you.
he said simply. what reason did you
have for doing that7 Why have you
been keeping by meT
I'm Alan Conrad Of Blue Rapids.
Kansas" Alan cried to him. And
you're benjamin Corvetl You know
| me: you sent for mel Why did you
do that?"
COrvet made no reply to this. Alan,
peering at him underneath the truck.
could see that his hands were pressed
against his face and thDt his body
shook. Whether this WINS from some
new physical pain from the movement
of the wreckage, Alan did not know
till he lowered his hands after mo-
| ment; and now he did not heed Alan
or seem even to be aware of him.
Dear little Connie!' he said aloud.
Dear little Connie! She mustn't
marry him-not himl That must be
seen to. What shall do. what shall
l dor
Alan worked nearer him. why
! mustn't she marry him?" he cried TO
Corvet. "Why? Ben Corvet, tell me!
Tell me whyl"
"Who are you?" Corvet seemed only
with an effort to become conscious OF
Alan's presence.
I'm Alan Conrad whom you used
TO take care of. I'm from Blue Rap
ids You know about me; are you my
father, Ben Corvet2 Are you my fa-
ther or what-what are you to me?"
"Your fatherT' Corvet repeated.
Did ne tell you thatf He killed your
father"
KILLED him? Killed him. how7'
"Of course. He killed them all-all.
But your father-he shot him; he shot
him through the head ~
Alan twinged. Sight OF Spearman
came before him MS he had first seen
Spearman, covering In COrvet's IL
brary in terror at an apparitlon. And
the bullet hole above the eyel" So
that was the hole made by the shot
Spearman fired which had killed
Alan's father-which shot him through
the head! Alan peered at Coryet and
called to him.
Father Benitotl" Corvet called In
response, not directly In reply to
Alan's question, rather In response to
what those questions stirred. Father
| Benitotr
Some one, drawn by the cry, was
moving wreckage near them. A hand
and arm with n torn sleeve showed;
Alan could not see the rest OF the fig
ure, but by the sleeve he recognized
that It was the mate.
who's caught here?" he called
| down.
"Benjamin Corvet of Corvet, Sher-
rill and Spearman, ship owners of Chi
cago," Corret's voice replied deeply.
fully; there was authority In 1t and
wonder too-the wonder of man find
Ing himself in n situation which his
recollection cannot explain.
Ben Corvet!" the mate shouted In
surprise; he cried 1t to the others,
those who had followed Corvet and
obeyed him during the hour before and
had not known why. The mate tried TO
pull the wreckage aside and make his
way to Corvet; but the old man stopped
him. "The priest, Father Benltot!
Send him to me. | shall never leave
here; send Father Benitot!"
The word was passed without the
mate moving away. The mate, after
minute, made no further attempt to
| Tree Corvet; that indeed was useless.
and Corvet demanded his right of sac
rament from the priest who came and
crouched under the wreckage beside
him.
Father Benitot!"
| Il am not Father Benltot. / am Fa.
ther Perron of L'Anse."
1t was to Father Benitot of st. Ic.
mace l should have gone, Father!
The priest got little closer as Cor.
vet spoke, and Alan heard only voices
now and then through the sounds Of
changing metal and the drum of Ice
against the hull. The mate and his
helpers were working to get him free.
Ihey had abandoned all effort to save
the ship; 1t was settling. And with
the settling. the movement of the
~reckage imprisoning Alan was In
creasing. This movement made useless
the efforts Of the mate; 1t would free
Alan OF itself In moment, If 1t did
not Kill him; 1t would free or finish
IorVet TOO. But he, as Alan saw him.
was wholly oblivious Of that now. His
lips moved quietly, firmly; and his eyes
were hxed steadily on the eyes Of the
! priest.
cTo BE coNT1NuED)