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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Call of the Canyon, by Zane Grey
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+Title: The Call of the Canyon
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+Author: Zane Grey
+
+Posting Date: November 17, 2008 [EBook #1881]
+Release Date: September, 1999
+[This file last updated: February 3, 2011]
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+Language: English
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE CALL OF THE CANYON ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by Bill Brewer
+
+
+
+
+
+THE CALL OF THE CANYON
+
+By Zane Grey
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER I
+
+What subtle strange message had come to her out of the West? Carley
+Burch laid the letter in her lap and gazed dreamily through the window.
+
+It was a day typical of early April in New York, rather cold and gray,
+with steely sunlight. Spring breathed in the air, but the women passing
+along Fifty-seventh Street wore furs and wraps. She heard the distant
+clatter of an L train and then the hum of a motor car. A hurdy-gurdy
+jarred into the interval of quiet.
+
+"Glenn has been gone over a year," she mused, "three months over a
+year--and of all his strange letters this seems the strangest yet."
+
+She lived again, for the thousandth time, the last moments she had spent
+with him. It had been on New-Year's Eve, 1918. They had called upon
+friends who were staying at the McAlpin, in a suite on the twenty-first
+floor overlooking Broadway. And when the last quarter hour of that
+eventful and tragic year began slowly to pass with the low swell of
+whistles and bells, Carley's friends had discreetly left her alone with
+her lover, at the open window, to watch and hear the old year out, the
+new year in. Glenn Kilbourne had returned from France early that fall,
+shell-shocked and gassed, and otherwise incapacitated for service in the
+army--a wreck of his former sterling self and in many unaccountable ways
+a stranger to her. Cold, silent, haunted by something, he had made her
+miserable with his aloofness. But as the bells began to ring out
+the year that had been his ruin Glenn had drawn her close, tenderly,
+passionately, and yet strangely, too.
+
+"Carley, look and listen!" he had whispered.
+
+Under them stretched the great long white flare of Broadway, with its
+snow-covered length glittering under a myriad of electric lights. Sixth
+Avenue swerved away to the right, a less brilliant lane of blanched
+snow. The L trains crept along like huge fire-eyed serpents. The hum of
+the ceaseless moving line of motor cars drifted upward faintly,
+almost drowned in the rising clamor of the street. Broadway's gay and
+thoughtless crowds surged to and fro, from that height merely a thick
+stream of black figures, like contending columns of ants on the march.
+And everywhere the monstrous electric signs flared up vivid in white and
+red and green; and dimmed and paled, only to flash up again.
+
+Ring out the Old! Ring in the New! Carley had poignantly felt the
+sadness of the one, the promise of the other. As one by one the siren
+factory whistles opened up with deep, hoarse bellow, the clamor of the
+street and the ringing of the bells were lost in a volume of continuous
+sound that swelled on high into a magnificent roar. It was the voice of
+a city--of a nation. It was the voice of a people crying out the strife
+and the agony of the year--pealing forth a prayer for the future.
+
+Glenn had put his lips to her ear: "It's like the voice in my soul!"
+Never would she forget the shock of that. And how she had stood
+spellbound, enveloped in the mighty volume of sound no longer
+discordant, but full of great, pregnant melody, until the white ball
+burst upon the tower of the Times Building, showing the bright figures
+1919.
+
+The new year had not been many minutes old when Glenn Kilbourne had told
+her he was going West to try to recover his health.
+
+Carley roused out of her memories to take up the letter that had so
+perplexed her. It bore the postmark, Flagstaff, Arizona. She reread it
+with slow pondering thoughtfulness.
+
+
+WEST FORK,
+
+March 25.
+
+DEAR CARLEY:
+
+It does seem my neglect in writing you is unpardonable. I used to be
+a pretty fair correspondent, but in that as in other things I have
+changed.
+
+One reason I have not answered sooner is because your letter was so
+sweet and loving that it made me feel an ungrateful and unappreciative
+wretch. Another is that this life I now lead does not induce writing. I
+am outdoors all day, and when I get back to this cabin at night I am too
+tired for anything but bed.
+
+Your imperious questions I must answer--and that must, of course, is
+a third reason why I have delayed my reply. First, you ask, "Don't you
+love me any more as you used to?"... Frankly, I do not. I am sure my
+old love for you, before I went to France, was selfish, thoughtless,
+sentimental, and boyish. I am a man now. And my love for you is
+different. Let me assure you that it has been about all left to me of
+what is noble and beautiful. Whatever the changes in me for the worse,
+my love for you, at least, has grown better, finer, purer.
+
+And now for your second question, "Are you coming home as soon as you
+are well again?"... Carley, I am well. I have delayed telling you this
+because I knew you would expect me to rush back East with the telling.
+But--the fact is, Carley, I am not coming--just yet. I wish it were
+possible for me to make you understand. For a long time I seem to have
+been frozen within. You know when I came back from France I couldn't
+talk. It's almost as bad as that now. Yet all that I was then seems to
+have changed again. It is only fair to you to tell you that, as I
+feel now, I hate the city, I hate people, and particularly I hate that
+dancing, drinking, lounging set you chase with. I don't want to come
+East until I am over that, you know... Suppose I never get over it?
+Well, Carley, you can free yourself from me by one word that I could
+never utter. I could never break our engagement. During the hell I went
+through in the war my attachment to you saved me from moral ruin, if it
+did not from perfect honor and fidelity. This is another thing I despair
+of making you understand. And in the chaos I've wandered through since
+the war my love for you was my only anchor. You never guessed, did you,
+that I lived on your letters until I got well. And now the fact that I
+might get along without them is no discredit to their charm or to you.
+
+It is all so hard to put in words, Carley. To lie down with death and
+get up with death was nothing. To face one's degradation was nothing.
+But to come home an incomprehensibly changed man--and to see my old life
+as strange as if it were the new life of another planet--to try to slip
+into the old groove--well, no words of mine can tell you how utterly
+impossible it was.
+
+My old job was not open to me, even if I had been able to work. The
+government that I fought for left me to starve, or to die of my maladies
+like a dog, for all it cared.
+
+I could not live on your money, Carley. My people are poor, as you know.
+So there was nothing for me to do but to borrow a little money from my
+friends and to come West. I'm glad I had the courage to come. What
+this West is I'll never try to tell you, because, loving the luxury and
+excitement and glitter of the city as you do, you'd think I was crazy.
+
+Getting on here, in my condition, was as hard as trench life. But now,
+Carley--something has come to me out of the West. That, too, I am unable
+to put into words. Maybe I can give you an inkling of it. I'm strong
+enough to chop wood all day. No man or woman passes my cabin in a month.
+But I am never lonely. I love these vast red canyon walls towering above
+me. And the silence is so sweet. Think of the hellish din that filled my
+ears. Even now--sometimes, the brook here changes its babbling murmur
+to the roar of war. I never understood anything of the meaning of nature
+until I lived under these looming stone walls and whispering pines.
+
+So, Carley, try to understand me, or at least be kind. You know they
+came very near writing, "Gone west!" after my name, and considering
+that, this "Out West" signifies for me a very fortunate difference. A
+tremendous difference! For the present I'll let well enough alone.
+
+Adios. Write soon. Love from
+
+GLEN
+
+
+Carley's second reaction to the letter was a sudden upflashing desire
+to see her lover--to go out West and find him. Impulses with her were
+rather rare and inhibited, but this one made her tremble. If Glenn was
+well again he must have vastly changed from the moody, stone-faced,
+and haunted-eyed man who had so worried and distressed her. He had
+embarrassed her, too, for sometimes, in her home, meeting young men
+there who had not gone into the service, he had seemed to retreat into
+himself, singularly aloof, as if his world was not theirs.
+
+Again, with eager eyes and quivering lips, she read the letter. It
+contained words that lifted her heart. Her starved love greedily
+absorbed them. In them she had excuse for any resolve that might bring
+Glenn closer to her. And she pondered over this longing to go to him.
+
+Carley had the means to come and go and live as she liked. She did not
+remember her father, who had died when she was a child. Her mother had
+left her in the care of a sister, and before the war they had divided
+their time between New York and Europe, the Adirondacks and Florida,
+Carley had gone in for Red Cross and relief work with more of sincerity
+than most of her set. But she was really not used to making any decision
+as definite and important as that of going out West alone. She had never
+been farther west than Jersey City; and her conception of the West was
+a hazy one of vast plains and rough mountains, squalid towns, cattle
+herds, and uncouth ill-clad men.
+
+So she carried the letter to her aunt, a rather slight woman with
+a kindly face and shrewd eyes, and who appeared somewhat given to
+old-fashioned garments.
+
+"Aunt Mary, here's a letter from Glenn," said Carley. "It's more of a
+stumper than usual. Please read it."
+
+"Dear me! You look upset," replied the aunt, mildly, and, adjusting her
+spectacles, she took the letter.
+
+Carley waited impatiently for the perusal, conscious of inward forces
+coming more and more to the aid of her impulse to go West. Her aunt
+paused once to murmur how glad she was that Glenn had gotten well. Then
+she read on to the close.
+
+"Carley, that's a fine letter," she said, fervently. "Do you see through
+it?"
+
+"No, I don't," replied Carley. "That's why I asked you to read it."
+
+"Do you still love Glenn as you used to before--"
+
+"Why, Aunt Mary!" exclaimed Carley, in surprise.
+
+"Excuse me, Carley, if I'm blunt. But the fact is young women of modern
+times are very different from my kind when I was a girl. You haven't
+acted as though you pined for Glenn. You gad around almost the same as
+ever."
+
+"What's a girl to do?" protested Carley.
+
+"You are twenty-six years old, Carley," retorted Aunt Mary.
+
+"Suppose I am. I'm as young--as I ever was."
+
+"Well, let's not argue about modern girls and modern times. We never get
+anywhere," returned her aunt, kindly. "But I can tell you something of
+what Glenn Kilbourne means in that letter--if you want to hear it."
+
+"I do--indeed."
+
+"The war did something horrible to Glenn aside from wrecking his health.
+Shell-shock, they said! I don't understand that. Out of his mind, they
+said! But that never was true. Glenn was as sane as I am, and, my dear,
+that's pretty sane, I'll have you remember. But he must have suffered
+some terrible blight to his spirit--some blunting of his soul. For
+months after he returned he walked as one in a trance. Then came a
+change. He grew restless. Perhaps that change was for the better. At
+least it showed he'd roused. Glenn saw you and your friends and the
+life you lead, and all the present, with eyes from which the scales had
+dropped. He saw what was wrong. He never said so to me, but I knew it.
+It wasn't only to get well that he went West. It was to get away....
+And, Carley Burch, if your happiness depends on him you had better be up
+and doing--or you'll lose him!"
+
+"Aunt Mary!" gasped Carley.
+
+"I mean it. That letter shows how near he came to the Valley of the
+Shadow--and how he has become a man.... If I were you I'd go out West.
+Surely there must be a place where it would be all right for you to
+stay."
+
+"Oh, yes," replied Carley, eagerly. "Glenn wrote me there was a lodge
+where people went in nice weather--right down in the canyon not far
+from his place. Then, of course, the town--Flagstaff--isn't far.... Aunt
+Mary, I think I'll go."
+
+"I would. You're certainly wasting your time here."
+
+"But I could only go for a visit," rejoined Carley, thoughtfully. "A
+month, perhaps six weeks, if I could stand it."
+
+"Seems to me if you can stand New York you could stand that place," said
+Aunt Mary, dryly.
+
+"The idea of staying away from New York any length of time--why, I
+couldn't do it I... But I can stay out there long enough to bring Glenn
+back with me."
+
+"That may take you longer than you think," replied her aunt, with a
+gleam in her shrewd eyes. "If you want my advice you will surprise
+Glenn. Don't write him--don't give him a chance to--well to suggest
+courteously that you'd better not come just yet. I don't like his words
+'just yet.'"
+
+"Auntie, you're--rather--more than blunt," said Carley, divided between
+resentment and amaze. "Glenn would be simply wild to have me come."
+
+"Maybe he would. Has he ever asked you?"
+
+"No-o--come to think of it, he hasn't," replied Carley, reluctantly.
+"Aunt Mary, you hurt my feelings."
+
+"Well, child, I'm glad to learn your feelings are hurt," returned the
+aunt. "I'm sure, Carley, that underneath all this--this blase ultra
+something you've acquired, there's a real heart. Only you must hurry and
+listen to it--or--"
+
+"Or what?" queried Carley.
+
+Aunt Mary shook her gray head sagely. "Never mind what. Carley, I'd like
+your idea of the most significant thing in Glenn's letter."
+
+"Why, his love for me, of course!" replied Carley.
+
+"Naturally you think that. But I don't. What struck me most were his
+words, 'out of the West.' Carley, you'd do well to ponder over them."
+
+"I will," rejoined Carley, positively. "I'll do more. I'll go out to his
+wonderful West and see what he meant by them."
+
+Carley Burch possessed in full degree the prevailing modern craze for
+speed. She loved a motor-car ride at sixty miles an hour along a smooth,
+straight road, or, better, on the level seashore of Ormond, where on
+moonlight nights the white blanched sand seemed to flash toward her.
+Therefore quite to her taste was the Twentieth Century Limited which was
+hurtling her on the way to Chicago. The unceasingly smooth and even
+rush of the train satisfied something in her. An old lady sitting in an
+adjoining seat with a companion amused Carley by the remark: "I wish we
+didn't go so fast. People nowadays haven't time to draw a comfortable
+breath. Suppose we should run off the track!"
+
+Carley had no fear of express trains, or motor cars, or transatlantic
+liners; in fact, she prided herself in not being afraid of anything.
+But she wondered if this was not the false courage of association with
+a crowd. Before this enterprise at hand she could not remember anything
+she had undertaken alone. Her thrills seemed to be in abeyance to the
+end of her journey. That night her sleep was permeated with the steady
+low whirring of the wheels. Once, roused by a jerk, she lay awake in
+the darkness while the thought came to her that she and all her fellow
+passengers were really at the mercy of the engineer. Who was he, and
+did he stand at his throttle keen and vigilant, thinking of the
+lives intrusted to him? Such thoughts vaguely annoyed Carley, and she
+dismissed them.
+
+A long half-day wait in Chicago was a tedious preliminary to the second
+part of her journey. But at last she found herself aboard the California
+Limited, and went to bed with a relief quite a stranger to her. The
+glare of the sun under the curtain awakened her. Propped up on her
+pillows, she looked out at apparently endless green fields or pastures,
+dotted now and then with little farmhouses and tree-skirted villages.
+This country, she thought, must be the prairie land she remembered lay
+west of the Mississippi.
+
+Later, in the dining car, the steward smilingly answered her question:
+"This is Kansas, and those green fields out there are the wheat that
+feeds the nation."
+
+Carley was not impressed. The color of the short wheat appeared soft and
+rich, and the boundless fields stretched away monotonously. She had
+not known there was so much flat land in the world, and she imagined it
+might be a fine country for automobile roads. When she got back to her
+seat she drew the blinds down and read her magazines. Then tiring of
+that, she went back to the observation car. Carley was accustomed to
+attracting attention, and did not resent it, unless she was annoyed.
+The train evidently had a full complement of passengers, who, as far as
+Carley could see, were people not of her station in life. The glare from
+the many windows, and the rather crass interest of several men, drove
+her back to her own section. There she discovered that some one had
+drawn up her window shades. Carley promptly pulled them down and settled
+herself comfortably. Then she heard a woman speak, not particularly low:
+"I thought people traveled west to see the country." And a man replied,
+rather dryly. "Wal, not always." His companion went on: "If that girl
+was mine I'd let down her skirt." The man laughed and replied: "Martha,
+you're shore behind the times. Look at the pictures in the magazines."
+
+Such remarks amused Carley, and later she took advantage of an
+opportunity to notice her neighbors. They appeared a rather quaint
+old couple, reminding her of the natives of country towns in the
+Adirondacks. She was not amused, however, when another of her woman
+neighbors, speaking low, referred to her as a "lunger." Carley
+appreciated the fact that she was pale, but she assured herself that
+there ended any possible resemblance she might have to a consumptive.
+And she was somewhat pleased to hear this woman's male companion
+forcibly voice her own convictions. In fact, he was nothing if not
+admiring.
+
+Kansas was interminably long to Carley, and she went to sleep before
+riding out of it. Next morning she found herself looking out at the
+rough gray and black land of New Mexico. She searched the horizon for
+mountains, but there did not appear to be any. She received a vague,
+slow-dawning impression that was hard to define. She did not like the
+country, though that was not the impression which eluded her. Bare gray
+flats, low scrub-fringed hills, bleak cliffs, jumble after jumble
+of rocks, and occasionally a long vista down a valley, somehow
+compelling--these passed before her gaze until she tired of them. Where
+was the West Glenn had written about? One thing seemed sure, and it was
+that every mile of this crude country brought her nearer to him. This
+recurring thought gave Carley all the pleasure she had felt so far in
+this endless ride. It struck her that England or France could be dropped
+down into New Mexico and scarcely noticed.
+
+By and by the sun grew hot, the train wound slowly and creakingly
+upgrade, the car became full of dust, all of which was disagreeable to
+Carley. She dozed on her pillow for hours, until she was stirred by a
+passenger crying out, delightedly: "Look! Indians!"
+
+Carley looked, not without interest. As a child she had read about
+Indians, and memory returned images both colorful and romantic. From
+the car window she espied dusty flat barrens, low squat mud houses,
+and queer-looking little people, children naked or extremely ragged
+and dirty, women in loose garments with flares of red, and men in white
+man's garb, slovenly and motley. All these strange individuals stared
+apathetically as the train slowly passed.
+
+"Indians," muttered Carley, incredulously. "Well, if they are the noble
+red people, my illusions are dispelled." She did not look out of the
+window again, not even when the brakeman called out the remarkable name
+of Albuquerque.
+
+Next day Carley's languid attention quickened to the name of Arizona,
+and to the frowning red walls of rock, and to the vast rolling stretches
+of cedar-dotted land. Nevertheless, it affronted her. This was no
+country for people to live in, and so far as she could see it was indeed
+uninhabited. Her sensations were not, however, limited to sight. She
+became aware of unfamiliar disturbing little shocks or vibrations in
+her ear drums, and after that a disagreeable bleeding of the nose. The
+porter told her this was owing to the altitude. Thus, one thing and
+another kept Carley most of the time away from the window, so that she
+really saw very little of the country. From what she had seen she drew
+the conviction that she had not missed much. At sunset she deliberately
+gazed out to discover what an Arizona sunset was like just a pale yellow
+flare! She had seen better than that above the Palisades. Not until
+reaching Winslow did she realize how near she was to her journey's end
+and that she would arrive at Flagstaff after dark. She grew conscious of
+nervousness. Suppose Flagstaff were like these other queer little towns!
+
+Not only once, but several times before the train slowed down for her
+destination did Carley wish she had sent Glenn word to meet her. And
+when, presently, she found herself standing out in the dark, cold, windy
+night before a dim-lit railroad station she more than regretted her
+decision to surprise Glenn. But that was too late and she must make the
+best of her poor judgment.
+
+Men were passing to and fro on the platform, some of whom appeared to
+be very dark of skin and eye, and were probably Mexicans. At length an
+expressman approached Carley, soliciting patronage. He took her bags
+and, depositing them in a wagon, he pointed up the wide street:
+"One block up an' turn. Hotel Wetherford." Then he drove off. Carley
+followed, carrying her small satchel. A cold wind, driving the dust,
+stung her face as she crossed the street to a high sidewalk that
+extended along the block. There were lights in the stores and on the
+corners, yet she seemed impressed by a dark, cold, windy bigness. Many
+people, mostly men, were passing up and down, and there were motor cars
+everywhere. No one paid any attention to her. Gaining the corner of
+the block, she turned, and was relieved to see the hotel sign. As she
+entered the lobby a clicking of pool balls and the discordant rasp of a
+phonograph assailed her ears. The expressman set down her bags and left
+Carley standing there. The clerk or proprietor was talking from behind
+his desk to several men, and there were loungers in the lobby. The air
+was thick with tobacco smoke. No one paid any attention to Carley until
+at length she stepped up to the desk and interrupted the conversation
+there.
+
+"Is this a hotel?" she queried, brusquely.
+
+The shirt-sleeved individual leisurely turned and replied, "Yes, ma'am."
+
+And Carley said: "No one would recognize it by the courtesy shown. I
+have been standing here waiting to register."
+
+With the same leisurely case and a cool, laconic stare the clerk turned
+the book toward her. "Reckon people round here ask for what they want."
+
+Carley made no further comment. She assuredly recognized that what she
+had been accustomed to could not be expected out here. What she most
+wished to do at the moment was to get close to the big open grate where
+a cheery red-and-gold fire cracked. It was necessary, however, to follow
+the clerk. He assigned her to a small drab room which contained a bed,
+a bureau, and a stationary washstand with one spigot. There was also a
+chair. While Carley removed her coat and hat the clerk went downstairs
+for the rest of her luggage. Upon his return Carley learned that a stage
+left the hotel for Oak Creek Canyon at nine o'clock next morning. And
+this cheered her so much that she faced the strange sense of loneliness
+and discomfort with something of fortitude. There was no heat in the
+room, and no hot water. When Carley squeezed the spigot handle there
+burst forth a torrent of water that spouted up out of the washbasin to
+deluge her. It was colder than any ice water she had ever felt. It was
+piercingly cold. Hard upon the surprise and shock Carley suffered a
+flash of temper. But then the humor of it struck her and she had to
+laugh.
+
+"Serves you right--you spoiled doll of luxury!" she mocked. "This is out
+West. Shiver and wait on yourself!"
+
+Never before had she undressed so swiftly nor felt grateful for thick
+woollen blankets on a hard bed. Gradually she grew warm. The blackness,
+too, seemed rather comforting.
+
+"I'm only twenty miles from Glenn," she whispered. "How strange! I
+wonder will he be glad." She felt a sweet, glowing assurance of that.
+Sleep did not come readily. Excitement had laid hold of her nerves, and
+for a long time she lay awake. After a while the chug of motor cars, the
+click of pool balls, the murmur of low voices all ceased. Then she heard
+a sound of wind outside, an intermittent, low moaning, new to her ears,
+and somehow pleasant. Another sound greeted her--the musical clanging
+of a clock that struck the quarters of the hour. Some time late sleep
+claimed her.
+
+Upon awakening she found she had overslept, necessitating haste upon her
+part. As to that, the temperature of the room did not admit of leisurely
+dressing. She had no adequate name for the feeling of the water. And
+her fingers grew so numb that she made what she considered a disgraceful
+matter of her attire.
+
+Downstairs in the lobby another cheerful red fire burned in the grate.
+How perfectly satisfying was an open fireplace! She thrust her numb
+hands almost into the blaze, and simply shook with the tingling pain
+that slowly warmed out of them. The lobby was deserted. A sign directed
+her to a dining room in the basement, where of the ham and eggs and
+strong coffee she managed to partake a little. Then she went upstairs
+into the lobby and out into the street.
+
+A cold, piercing air seemed to blow right through her. Walking to the
+near corner, she paused to look around. Down the main street flowed a
+leisurely stream of pedestrians, horses, cars, extending between two
+blocks of low buildings. Across from where she stood lay a vacant lot,
+beyond which began a line of neat, oddly constructed houses, evidently
+residences of the town. And then lifting her gaze, instinctively drawn
+by something obstructing the sky line, she was suddenly struck with
+surprise and delight.
+
+"Oh! how perfectly splendid!" she burst out.
+
+Two magnificent mountains loomed right over her, sloping up with
+majestic sweep of green and black timber, to a ragged tree-fringed snow
+area that swept up cleaner and whiter, at last to lift pure glistening
+peaks, noble and sharp, and sunrise-flushed against the blue.
+
+Carley had climbed Mont Blanc and she had seen the Matterhorn, but they
+had never struck such amaze and admiration from her as these twin peaks
+of her native land.
+
+"What mountains are those?" she asked a passer-by.
+
+"San Francisco Peaks, ma'am," replied the man.
+
+"Why, they can't be over a mile away!" she said.
+
+"Eighteen miles, ma'am," he returned, with a grin. "Shore this Arizonie
+air is deceivin'."
+
+"How strange," murmured Carley. "It's not that way in the Adirondacks."
+
+She was still gazing upward when a man approached her and said the stage
+for Oak Creek Canyon would soon be ready to start, and he wanted to know
+if her baggage was ready. Carley hurried back to her room to pack.
+
+She had expected the stage would be a motor bus, or at least a large
+touring car, but it turned out to be a two-seated vehicle drawn by
+a team of ragged horses. The driver was a little wizen-faced man of
+doubtful years, and he did not appear obviously susceptible to the
+importance of his passenger. There was considerable freight to be
+hauled, besides Carley's luggage, but evidently she was the only
+passenger.
+
+"Reckon it's goin' to be a bad day," said the driver. "These April days
+high up on the desert are windy an' cold. Mebbe it'll snow, too. Them
+clouds hangin' around the peaks ain't very promisin'. Now, miss, haven't
+you a heavier coat or somethin'?"
+
+"No, I have not," replied Carley. "I'll have to stand it. Did you say
+this was desert?"
+
+"I shore did. Wal, there's a hoss blanket under the seat, an' you can
+have that," he replied, and, climbing to the seat in front of Carley, he
+took up the reins and started the horses off at a trot.
+
+At the first turning Carley became specifically acquainted with the
+driver's meaning of a bad day. A gust of wind, raw and penetrating,
+laden with dust and stinging sand, swept full in her face. It came so
+suddenly that she was scarcely quick enough to close her eyes. It took
+considerable clumsy effort on her part with a handkerchief, aided by
+relieving tears, to clear her sight again. Thus uncomfortably Carley
+found herself launched on the last lap of her journey.
+
+All before her and alongside lay the squalid environs of the town.
+Looked back at, with the peaks rising behind, it was not unpicturesque.
+But the hard road with its sheets of flying dust, the bleak railroad
+yards, the round pens she took for cattle corrals, and the sordid debris
+littering the approach to a huge sawmill,--these were offensive in
+Carley's sight. From a tall dome-like stack rose a yellowish smoke that
+spread overhead, adding to the lowering aspect of the sky. Beyond
+the sawmill extended the open country sloping somewhat roughly, and
+evidently once a forest, but now a hideous bare slash, with ghastly
+burned stems of trees still standing, and myriads of stumps attesting to
+denudation.
+
+The bleak road wound away to the southwest, and from this direction came
+the gusty wind. It did not blow regularly so that Carley could be on her
+guard. It lulled now and then, permitting her to look about, and then
+suddenly again whipping dust into her face. The smell of the dust was as
+unpleasant as the sting. It made her nostrils smart. It was penetrating,
+and a little more of it would have been suffocating. And as a leaden
+gray bank of broken clouds rolled up the wind grew stronger and the air
+colder. Chilled before, Carley now became thoroughly cold.
+
+There appeared to be no end to the devastated forest land, and the
+farther she rode the more barren and sordid grew the landscape. Carley
+forgot about the impressive mountains behind her. And as the ride wore
+into hours, such was her discomfort and disillusion that she forgot
+about Glenn Kilbourne. She did not reach the point of regretting her
+adventure, but she grew mightily unhappy. Now and then she espied
+dilapidated log cabins and surroundings even more squalid than the
+ruined forest. What wretched abodes! Could it be possible that people
+had lived in them? She imagined men had but hardly women and children.
+Somewhere she had forgotten an idea that women and children were
+extremely scarce in the West.
+
+Straggling bits of forest--yellow pines, the driver called the
+trees--began to encroach upon the burned-over and arid barren land. To
+Carley these groves, by reason of contrast and proof of what once was,
+only rendered the landscape more forlorn and dreary. Why had these miles
+and miles of forest been cut? By money grubbers, she supposed, the same
+as were devastating the Adirondacks. Presently, when the driver had to
+halt to repair or adjust something wrong with the harness, Carley was
+grateful for a respite from cold inaction. She got out and walked. Sleet
+began to fall, and when she resumed her seat in the vehicle she asked
+the driver for the blanket to cover her. The smell of this horse blanket
+was less endurable than the cold. Carley huddled down into a state of
+apathetic misery. Already she had enough of the West.
+
+But the sleet storm passed, the clouds broke, the sun shone through,
+greatly mitigating her discomfort. By and by the road led into a section
+of real forest, unspoiled in any degree. Carley saw large gray squirrels
+with tufted ears and white bushy tails. Presently the driver pointed
+out a flock of huge birds, which Carley, on second glance, recognized
+as turkeys, only these were sleek and glossy, with flecks of bronze and
+black and white, quite different from turkeys back East. "There must be
+a farm near," said Carley, gazing about.
+
+"No, ma'am. Them's wild turkeys," replied the driver, "an' shore the
+best eatin' you ever had in your life."
+
+A little while afterwards, as they were emerging from the woodland
+into more denuded country, he pointed out to Carley a herd of gray
+white-rumped animals that she took to be sheep.
+
+"An' them's antelope," he said. "Once this desert was overrun by
+antelope. Then they nearly disappeared. An' now they're increasin'
+again."
+
+More barren country, more bad weather, and especially an exceedingly
+rough road reduced Carley to her former state of dejection. The jolting
+over roots and rocks and ruts was worse than uncomfortable. She had to
+hold on to the seat to keep from being thrown out. The horses did not
+appreciably change their gait for rough sections of the road. Then a
+more severe jolt brought Carley's knee in violent contact with an iron
+bolt on the forward seat, and it hurt her so acutely that she had to
+bite her lips to keep from screaming. A smoother stretch of road did not
+come any too soon for her.
+
+It led into forest again. And Carley soon became aware that they had at
+last left the cut and burned-over district of timberland behind. A cold
+wind moaned through the treetops and set the drops of water pattering
+down upon her. It lashed her wet face. Carley closed her eyes and sagged
+in her seat, mostly oblivious to the passing scenery. "The girls will
+never believe this of me," she soliloquized. And indeed she was amazed
+at herself. Then thought of Glenn strengthened her. It did not really
+matter what she suffered on the way to him. Only she was disgusted at
+her lack of stamina, and her appalling sensitiveness to discomfort.
+
+"Wal, hyar's Oak Creek Canyon," called the driver.
+
+Carley, rousing out of her weary preoccupation, opened her eyes to see
+that the driver had halted at a turn of the road, where apparently it
+descended a fearful declivity.
+
+The very forest-fringed earth seemed to have opened into a deep abyss,
+ribbed by red rock walls and choked by steep mats of green timber. The
+chasm was a V-shaped split and so deep that looking downward sent at
+once a chill and a shudder over Carley. At that point it appeared narrow
+and ended in a box. In the other direction, it widened and deepened,
+and stretched farther on between tremendous walls of red, and split its
+winding floor of green with glimpses of a gleaming creek, bowlder-strewn
+and ridged by white rapids. A low mellow roar of rushing waters floated
+up to Carley's ears. What a wild, lonely, terrible place! Could Glenn
+possibly live down there in that ragged rent in the earth? It frightened
+her--the sheer sudden plunge of it from the heights. Far down the gorge
+a purple light shone on the forested floor. And on the moment the sun
+burst through the clouds and sent a golden blaze down into the depths,
+transforming them incalculably. The great cliffs turned gold, the creek
+changed to glancing silver, the green of trees vividly freshened, and
+in the clefts rays of sunlight burned into the blue shadows. Carley had
+never gazed upon a scene like this. Hostile and prejudiced, she yet
+felt wrung from her an acknowledgment of beauty and grandeur. But wild,
+violent, savage! Not livable! This insulated rift in the crust of the
+earth was a gigantic burrow for beasts, perhaps for outlawed men--not
+for a civilized person--not for Glenn Kilbourne.
+
+"Don't be scart, ma'am," spoke up the driver. "It's safe if you're
+careful. An' I've druv this manys the time."
+
+Carley's heartbeats thumped at her side, rather denying her taunted
+assurance of fearlessness. Then the rickety vehicle started down at an
+angle that forced her to cling to her seat.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER II
+
+Carley, clutching her support, with abated breath and prickling skin,
+gazed in fascinated suspense over the rim of the gorge. Sometimes the
+wheels on that side of the vehicle passed within a few inches of the
+edge. The brakes squeaked, the wheels slid; and she could hear the
+scrape of the iron-shod hoofs of the horses as they held back stiff
+legged, obedient to the wary call of the driver.
+
+The first hundred yards of that steep road cut out of the cliff appeared
+to be the worst. It began to widen, with descents less precipitous. Tips
+of trees rose level with her gaze, obstructing sight of the blue depths.
+Then brush appeared on each side of the road. Gradually Carley's strain
+relaxed, and also the muscular contraction by which she had braced
+herself in the seat. The horses began to trot again. The wheels rattled.
+The road wound around abrupt corners, and soon the green and red wall of
+the opposite side of the canyon loomed close. Low roar of running water
+rose to Carley's ears. When at length she looked out instead of down she
+could see nothing but a mass of green foliage crossed by tree trunks
+and branches of brown and gray. Then the vehicle bowled under dark
+cool shade, into a tunnel with mossy wet cliff on one side, and
+close-standing trees on the other.
+
+"Reckon we're all right now, onless we meet somebody comin' up,"
+declared the driver.
+
+Carley relaxed. She drew a deep breath of relief. She had her first
+faint intimation that perhaps her extensive experience of motor cars,
+express trains, transatlantic liners, and even a little of airplanes,
+did not range over the whole of adventurous life. She was likely to meet
+something, entirely new and striking out here in the West.
+
+The murmur of falling water sounded closer. Presently Carley saw that
+the road turned at the notch in the canyon, and crossed a clear swift
+stream. Here were huge mossy boulders, and red walls covered by lichens,
+and the air appeared dim and moist, and full of mellow, hollow roar.
+Beyond this crossing the road descended the west side of the canyon,
+drawing away and higher from the creek. Huge trees, the like of which
+Carley had never seen, began to stand majestically up out of the gorge,
+dwarfing the maples and white-spotted sycamores. The driver called these
+great trees yellow pines.
+
+At last the road led down from the steep slope to the floor of the
+canyon. What from far above had appeared only a green timber-choked
+cleft proved from close relation to be a wide winding valley, tip and
+down, densely forested for the most part, yet having open glades and
+bisected from wall to wall by the creek. Every quarter of a mile or so
+the road crossed the stream; and at these fords Carley again held on
+desperately and gazed out dubiously, for the creek was deep, swift, and
+full of bowlders. Neither driver nor horses appeared to mind obstacles.
+Carley was splashed and jolted not inconsiderably. They passed through
+groves of oak trees, from which the creek manifestly derived its name;
+and under gleaming walls, cold, wet, gloomy, and silent; and between
+lines of solemn wide-spreading pines. Carley saw deep, still green
+pools eddying under huge massed jumble of cliffs, and stretches of white
+water, and then, high above the treetops, a wild line of canyon rim,
+cold against the sky. She felt shut in from the world, lost in an
+unscalable rut of the earth. Again the sunlight had failed, and the gray
+gloom of the canyon oppressed her. It struck Carley as singular that she
+could not help being affected by mere weather, mere heights and depths,
+mere rock walls and pine trees, and rushing water. For really, what
+had these to do with her? These were only physical things that she was
+passing. Nevertheless, although she resisted sensation, she was more and
+more shot through and through with the wildness and savageness of this
+canyon.
+
+A sharp turn of the road to the right disclosed a slope down the creek,
+across which showed orchards and fields, and a cottage nestling at the
+base of the wall. The ford at this crossing gave Carley more concern
+than any that had been passed, for there was greater volume and depth
+of water. One of the horses slipped on the rocks, plunged up and on with
+great splash. They crossed, however, without more mishap to Carley than
+further acquaintance with this iciest of waters. From this point the
+driver turned back along the creek, passed between orchards and fields,
+and drove along the base of the red wall to come suddenly upon a large
+rustic house that had been hidden from Carley's sight. It sat almost
+against the stone cliff, from which poured a white foamy sheet of water.
+The house was built of slabs with the bark on, and it had a lower and
+upper porch running all around, at least as far as the cliff. Green
+growths from the rock wall overhung the upper porch. A column of blue
+smoke curled lazily upward from a stone chimney. On one of the porch
+posts hung a sign with rude lettering: "Lolomi Lodge."
+
+"Hey, Josh, did you fetch the flour?" called a woman's voice from
+inside.
+
+"Hullo I Reckon I didn't forgit nothin'," replied the man, as he got
+down. "An' say, Mrs. Hutter, hyar's a young lady from Noo Yorrk."
+
+That latter speech of the driver's brought Mrs. Hutter out on the porch.
+"Flo, come here," she called to some one evidently near at hand. And
+then she smilingly greeted Carley.
+
+"Get down an' come in, miss," she said. "I'm sure glad to see you."
+
+Carley, being stiff and cold, did not very gracefully disengage herself
+from the high muddy wheel and step. When she mounted to the porch she
+saw that Mrs. Hutter was a woman of middle age, rather stout, with
+strong face full of fine wavy lines, and kind dark eyes.
+
+"I'm Miss Burch," said Carley.
+
+"You're the girl whose picture Glenn Kilbourne has over his fireplace,"
+declared the woman, heartily. "I'm sure glad to meet you, an' my
+daughter Flo will be, too."
+
+That about her picture pleased and warmed Carley. "Yes, I'm Glenn
+Kilbourne's fiancee. I've come West to surprise him. Is he here....
+Is--is he well?"
+
+"Fine. I saw him yesterday. He's changed a great deal from what he was
+at first. Most all the last few months. I reckon you won't know him....
+But you're wet an' cold an' you look fagged. Come right in to the fire."
+
+"Thank you; I'm all right," returned Carley.
+
+At the doorway they encountered a girl of lithe and robust figure, quick
+in her movements. Carley was swift to see the youth and grace of her;
+and then a face that struck Carley as neither pretty nor beautiful, but
+still wonderfully attractive.
+
+"Flo, here's Miss Burch," burst out Mrs. Hutter, with cheerful
+importance. "Glenn Kilbourne's girl come all the way from New York to
+surprise him!"
+
+"Oh, Carley, I'm shore happy to meet you!" said the girl, in a voice of
+slow drawling richness. "I know you. Glenn has told me all about you."
+
+If this greeting, sweet and warm as it seemed, was a shock to Carley,
+she gave no sign. But as she murmured something in reply she looked with
+all a woman's keenness into the face before her. Flo Hutter had a fair
+skin generously freckled; a mouth and chin too firmly cut to suggest
+a softer feminine beauty; and eyes of clear light hazel, penetrating,
+frank, fearless. Her hair was very abundant, almost silver-gold in
+color, and it was either rebellious or showed lack of care. Carley
+liked the girl's looks and liked the sincerity of her greeting;
+but instinctively she reacted antagonistically because of the frank
+suggestion of intimacy with Glenn.
+
+But for that she would have been spontaneous and friendly rather than
+restrained.
+
+They ushered Carley into a big living room and up to a fire of blazing
+logs, where they helped divest her of the wet wraps. And all the time
+they talked in the solicitous way natural to women who were kind and
+unused to many visitors. Then Mrs. Hutter bustled off to make a cup of
+hot coffee while Flo talked.
+
+"We'll shore give you the nicest room--with a sleeping porch right under
+the cliff where the water falls. It'll sing you to sleep. Of course you
+needn't use the bed outdoors until it's warmer. Spring is late here, you
+know, and we'll have nasty weather yet. You really happened on Oak Creek
+at its least attractive season. But then it's always--well, just Oak
+Creek. You'll come to know."
+
+"I dare say I'll remember my first sight of it and the ride down that
+cliff road," said Carley, with a wan smile.
+
+"Oh, that's nothing to what you'll see and do," returned Flo, knowingly.
+"We've had Eastern tenderfeet here before. And never was there a one of
+them who didn't come to love Arizona."
+
+"Tenderfoot! It hadn't occurred to me. But of course--" murmured Carley.
+
+Then Mrs. Hutter returned, carrying a tray, which she set upon a chair,
+and drew to Carley's side. "Eat an' drink," she said, as if these
+actions were the cardinally important ones of life. "Flo, you carry her
+bags up to that west room we always give to some particular person
+we want to love Lolomi." Next she threw sticks of wood upon the fire,
+making it crackle and blaze, then seated herself near Carley and beamed
+upon her.
+
+"You'll not mind if we call you Carley?" she asked, eagerly.
+
+"Oh, indeed no! I--I'd like it," returned Carley, made to feel friendly
+and at home in spite of herself.
+
+"You see it's not as if you were just a stranger," went on Mrs. Hutter.
+"Tom--that's Flo's father--took a likin' to Glenn Kilbourne when he
+first came to Oak Creek over a year ago. I wonder if you all know how
+sick that soldier boy was.... Well, he lay on his back for two solid
+weeks--in the room we're givin' you. An' I for one didn't think he'd
+ever get up. But he did. An' he got better. An' after a while he went
+to work for Tom. Then six months an' more ago he invested in the sheep
+business with Tom. He lived with us until he built his cabin up West
+Fork. He an' Flo have run together a good deal, an' naturally he told
+her about you. So you see you're not a stranger. An' we want you to feel
+you're with friends."
+
+"I thank you, Mrs. Hutter," replied Carley, feelingly. "I never could
+thank you enough for being good to Glenn. I did not know he was so--so
+sick. At first he wrote but seldom."
+
+"Reckon he never wrote you or told you what he did in the war," declared
+Mrs. Hutter.
+
+"Indeed he never did!"
+
+"Well, I'll tell you some day. For Tom found out all about him. Got some
+of it from a soldier who came to Flagstaff for lung trouble. He'd been
+in the same company with Glenn. We didn't know this boy's name while he
+was in Flagstaff. But later Tom found out. John Henderson. He was only
+twenty-two, a fine lad. An' he died in Phoenix. We tried to get him
+out here. But the boy wouldn't live on charity. He was always expectin'
+money--a war bonus, whatever that was. It didn't come. He was a clerk at
+the El Tovar for a while. Then he came to Flagstaff. But it was too cold
+an' he stayed there too long."
+
+"Too bad," rejoined Carley, thoughtfully. This information as to the
+suffering of American soldiers had augmented during the last few months,
+and seemed to possess strange, poignant power to depress Carley. Always
+she had turned away from the unpleasant. And the misery of unfortunates
+was as disturbing almost as direct contact with disease and squalor. But
+it had begun to dawn upon Carley that there might occur circumstances of
+life, in every way affronting her comfort and happiness, which it would
+be impossible to turn her back upon.
+
+At this juncture Flo returned to the room, and again Carley was struck
+with the girl's singular freedom of movement and the sense of sure poise
+and joy that seemed to emanate from her presence.
+
+"I've made a fire in your little stove," she said. "There's water
+heating. Now won't you come up and change those traveling clothes.
+You'll want to fix up for Glenn, won't you?"
+
+Carley had to smile at that. This girl indeed was frank and
+unsophisticated, and somehow refreshing. Carley rose.
+
+"You are both very good to receive me as a friend," she said. "I hope
+I shall not disappoint you.... Yes, I do want to improve my appearance
+before Glenn sees me.... Is there any way I can send word to him--by
+someone who has not seen me?"
+
+"There shore is. I'll send Charley, one of our hired boys."
+
+"Thank you. Then tell him to say there is a lady here from New York to
+see him, and it is very important."
+
+Flo Hutter clapped her hands and laughed with glee. Her gladness gave
+Carley a little twinge of conscience. Jealously was an unjust and
+stifling thing.
+
+Carley was conducted up a broad stairway and along a boarded hallway
+to a room that opened out on the porch. A steady low murmur of falling
+water assailed her ears. Through the open door she saw across the porch
+to a white tumbling lacy veil of water falling, leaping, changing, so
+close that it seemed to touch the heavy pole railing of the porch.
+
+This room resembled a tent. The sides were of canvas. It had no ceiling.
+But the rough-hewn shingles of the roof of the house sloped down closely.
+The furniture was home made. An Indian rug covered the floor. The bed
+with its woolly clean blankets and the white pillows looked inviting.
+
+"Is this where Glenn lay--when he was sick?" queried Carley.
+
+"Yes," replied Flo, gravely, and a shadow darkened her eyes. "I ought to
+tell you all about it. I will some day. But you must not be made unhappy
+now.... Glenn nearly died here. Mother or I never left his side--for a
+while there--when life was so bad."
+
+She showed Carley how to open the little stove and put the short billets
+of wood inside and work the damper; and cautioning her to keep an eye on
+it so that it would not get too hot, she left Carley to herself.
+
+Carley found herself in an unfamiliar mood. There came a leap of her
+heart every time she thought of the meeting with Glenn, so soon now
+to be, but it was not that which was unfamiliar. She seemed to have a
+difficult approach to undefined and unusual thoughts. All this was
+so different from her regular life. Besides she was tired. But these
+explanations did not suffice. There was a pang in her breast which must
+owe its origin to the fact that Glenn Kilbourne had been ill in this
+little room and some other girl than Carley Burch had nursed him. "Am I
+jealous?" she whispered. "No!" But she knew in her heart that she lied.
+A woman could no more help being jealous, under such circumstances, than
+she could help the beat and throb of her blood. Nevertheless, Carley was
+glad Flo Hutter had been there, and always she would be grateful to her
+for that kindness.
+
+Carley disrobed and, donning her dressing gown, she unpacked her bags
+and hung her things upon pegs under the curtained shelves. Then she
+lay down to rest, with no intention of slumber. But there was a strange
+magic in the fragrance of the room, like the piny tang outdoors, and in
+the feel of the bed, and especially in the low, dreamy hum and murmur of
+the waterfall. She fell asleep. When she awakened it was five o'clock.
+The fire in the stove was out, but the water was still warm. She bathed
+and dressed, not without care, yet as swiftly as was her habit at home;
+and she wore white because Glenn had always liked her best in white. But
+it was assuredly not a gown to wear in a country house where draughts of
+cold air filled the unheated rooms and halls. So she threw round her
+a warm sweater-shawl, with colorful bars becoming to her dark eyes and
+hair.
+
+All the time that she dressed and thought, her very being seemed to be
+permeated by that soft murmuring sound of falling water. No moment of
+waking life there at Lolomi Lodge, or perhaps of slumber hours, could
+be wholly free of that sound. It vaguely tormented Carley, yet was not
+uncomfortable. She went out upon the porch. The small alcove space
+held a bed and a rustic chair. Above her the peeled poles of the roof
+descended to within a few feet of her head. She had to lean over the
+rail of the porch to look up. The green and red rock wall sheered
+ponderously near. The waterfall showed first at the notch of a fissure,
+where the cliff split; and down over smooth places the water gleamed,
+to narrow in a crack with little drops, and suddenly to leap into a thin
+white sheet.
+
+Out from the porch the view was restricted to glimpses between the
+pines, and beyond to the opposite wall of the canyon. How shut-in, how
+walled in this home!
+
+"In summer it might be good to spend a couple of weeks here,"
+soliloquized Carley. "But to live here? Heavens! A person might as well
+be buried."
+
+Heavy footsteps upon the porch below accompanied by a man's voice
+quickened Carley's pulse. Did they belong to Glenn? After a strained
+second she decided not. Nevertheless, the acceleration of her blood and
+an unwonted glow of excitement, long a stranger to her, persisted as she
+left the porch and entered the boarded hall. How gray and barn-like this
+upper part of the house! From the head of the stairway, however, the big
+living room presented a cheerful contrast. There were warm colors, some
+comfortable rockers, a lamp that shed a bright light, and an open fire
+which alone would have dispelled the raw gloom of the day.
+
+A large man in corduroys and top boots advanced to meet Carley. He had a
+clean-shaven face that might have been hard and stern but for his smile,
+and one look into his eyes revealed their resemblance to Flo's.
+
+"I'm Tom Hutter, an' I'm shore glad to welcome you to Lolomi, Miss
+Carley," he said. His voice was deep and slow. There were ease and force
+in his presence, and the grip he gave Carley's hand was that of a
+man who made no distinction in hand-shaking. Carley, quick in her
+perceptions, instantly liked him and sensed in him a strong personality.
+She greeted him in turn and expressed her thanks for his goodness to
+Glenn. Naturally Carley expected him to say something about her fiance,
+but he did not.
+
+"Well, Miss Carley, if you don't mind, I'll say you're prettier than
+your picture," said Hutter. "An' that is shore sayin' a lot. All the
+sheep herders in the country have taken a peep at your picture. Without
+permission, you understand."
+
+"I'm greatly flattered," laughed Carley.
+
+"We're glad you've come," replied Hutter, simply. "I just got back
+from the East myself. Chicago an' Kansas City. I came to Arizona from
+Illinois over thirty years ago. An' this was my first trip since. Reckon
+I've not got back my breath yet. Times have changed, Miss Carley. Times
+an' people!"
+
+Mrs. Hutter bustled in from the kitchen, where manifestly she had been
+importantly engaged. "For the land's sakes!" she exclaimed, fervently,
+as she threw up her hands at sight of Carley. Her expression was indeed
+a compliment, but there was a suggestion of shock in it. Then Flo came
+in. She wore a simple gray gown that reached the top of her high shoes.
+
+"Carley, don't mind mother," said Flo. "She means your dress is lovely.
+Which is my say, too.... But, listen. I just saw Glenn comin' up the
+road."
+
+Carley ran to the open door with more haste than dignity. She saw a tall
+man striding along. Something about him appeared familiar. It was his
+walk--an erect swift carriage, with a swing of the march still visible.
+She recognized Glenn. And all within her seemed to become unstable. She
+watched him cross the road, face the house. How changed! No--this was
+not Glenn Kilbourne. This was a bronzed man, wide of shoulder, roughly
+garbed, heavy limbed, quite different from the Glenn she remembered. He
+mounted the porch steps. And Carley, still unseen herself, saw his face.
+Yes--Glenn! Hot blood seemed to be tingling liberated in her veins.
+Wheeling away, she backed against the wall behind the door and held up
+a warning finger to Flo, who stood nearest. Strange and disturbing then,
+to see something in Flo Hutter's eyes that could be read by a woman in
+only one way!
+
+A tall form darkened the doorway. It strode in and halted.
+
+"Flo!--who--where?" he began, breathlessly.
+
+His voice, so well remembered, yet deeper, huskier, fell upon Carley's
+ears as something unconsciously longed for. His frame had so filled
+out that she did not recognize it. His face, too, had unbelievably
+changed--not in the regularity of feature that had been its chief charm,
+but in contour of cheek and vanishing of pallid hue and tragic line.
+Carley's heart swelled with joy. Beyond all else she had hoped to see
+the sad fixed hopelessness, the havoc, gone from his face. Therefore
+the restraint and nonchalance upon which Carley prided herself sustained
+eclipse.
+
+"Glenn! Look--who's--here!" she called, in voice she could not
+have steadied to save her life. This meeting was more than she had
+anticipated.
+
+Glenn whirled with an inarticulate cry. He saw Carley. Then--no matter
+how unreasonable or exacting had been Carley's longings, they were
+satisfied.
+
+"You!" he cried, and leaped at her with radiant face.
+
+Carley not only did not care about the spectators of this meeting, but
+forgot them utterly. More than the joy of seeing Glenn, more than
+the all-satisfying assurance to her woman's heart that she was still
+beloved, welled up a deep, strange, profound something that shook her
+to her depths. It was beyond selfishness. It was gratitude to God and to
+the West that had restored him.
+
+"Carley! I couldn't believe it was you," he declared, releasing her from
+his close embrace, yet still holding her.
+
+"Yes, Glenn--it's I--all you've left of me," she replied, tremulously,
+and she sought with unsteady hands to put up her dishevelled hair.
+"You--you big sheep herder! You Goliath!"
+
+"I never was so knocked off my pins," he said. "A lady to see me--from
+New York!... Of course it had to be you. But I couldn't believe. Carley,
+you were good to come."
+
+Somehow the soft, warm look of his dark eyes hurt her. New and strange
+indeed it was to her, as were other things about him. Why had she not
+come West sooner? She disengaged herself from his hold and moved away,
+striving for the composure habitual with her. Flo Hutter was standing
+before the fire, looking down. Mrs. Hutter beamed upon Carley.
+
+"Now let's have supper," she said.
+
+"Reckon Miss Carley can't eat now, after that hug Glenn gave her,"
+drawled Tom Hutter. "I was some worried. You see Glenn has gained
+seventy pounds in six months. An' he doesn't know his strength."
+
+"Seventy pounds!" exclaimed Carley, gayly. "I thought it was more."
+
+"Carley, you must excuse my violence," said Glenn. "I've been hugging
+sheep. That is, when I shear a sheep I have to hold him."
+
+They all laughed, and so the moment of readjustment passed. Presently
+Carley found herself sitting at table, directly across from Flo. A
+pearly whiteness was slowly warming out of the girl's face. Her frank
+clear eyes met Carley's and they had nothing to hide. Carley's first
+requisite for character in a woman was that she be a thoroughbred. She
+lacked it often enough herself to admire it greatly in another woman.
+And that moment saw a birth of respect and sincere liking in her for
+this Western girl. If Flo Hutter ever was a rival she would be an honest
+one.
+
+Not long after supper Tom Hutter winked at Carley and said he "reckoned
+on general principles it was his hunch to go to bed." Mrs. Hutter
+suddenly discovered tasks to perform elsewhere. And Flo said in her cool
+sweet drawl, somehow audacious and tantalizing, "Shore you two will want
+to spoon."
+
+"Now, Flo, Eastern girls are no longer old-fashioned enough for that,"
+declared Glenn.
+
+"Too bad! Reckon I can't see how love could ever be old-fashioned. Good
+night, Glenn. Good night, Carley."
+
+Flo stood an instant at the foot of the dark stairway where the light
+from the lamp fell upon her face. It seemed sweet and earnest to Carley.
+It expressed unconscious longing, but no envy. Then she ran up the
+stairs to disappear.
+
+"Glenn, is that girl in love with you?" asked Carley, bluntly.
+
+To her amaze, Glenn laughed. When had she heard him laugh? It thrilled
+her, yet nettled her a little.
+
+"If that isn't like you!" he ejaculated. "Your very first words after we
+are left alone! It brings back the East, Carley."
+
+"Probably recall to memory will be good for you," returned Carley. "But
+tell me. Is she in love with you?"
+
+"Why, no, certainly not!" replied Glenn. "Anyway, how could I answer
+such a question? It just made me laugh, that's all."
+
+"Humph! I can remember when you were not above making love to a pretty
+girl. You certainly had me worn to a frazzle--before we became engaged,"
+said Carley.
+
+"Old times! How long ago they seem!... Carley, it's sure wonderful to
+see you."
+
+"How do you like my gown?" asked Carley, pirouetting for his benefit.
+
+"Well, what little there is of it is beautiful," he replied, with a slow
+smile. "I always liked you best in white. Did you remember?"
+
+"Yes. I got the gown for you. And I'll never wear it except for you."
+
+"Same old coquette--same old eternal feminine," he said, half sadly.
+"You know when you look stunning.... But, Carley, the cut of that--or
+rather the abbreviation of it--inclines me to think that style for
+women's clothes has not changed for the better. In fact, it's worse than
+two years ago in Paris and later in New York. Where will you women draw
+the line?"
+
+"Women are slaves to the prevailing mode," rejoined Carley. "I don't
+imagine women who dress would ever draw a line, if fashion went on
+dictating."
+
+"But would they care so much--if they had to work--plenty of work--and
+children?" inquired Glenn, wistfully.
+
+"Glenn! Work and children for modern women? Why, you are dreaming!" said
+Carley, with a laugh.
+
+She saw him gaze thoughtfully into the glowing embers of the fire, and
+as she watched him her quick intuition grasped a subtle change in his
+mood. It brought a sternness to his face. She could hardly realize she
+was looking at the Glenn Kilbourne of old.
+
+"Come close to the fire," he said, and pulled up a chair for her. Then
+he threw more wood upon the red coals. "You must be careful not to catch
+cold out here. The altitude makes a cold dangerous. And that gown is no
+protection."
+
+"Glenn, one chair used to be enough for us," she said, archly, standing
+beside him.
+
+But he did not respond to her hint, and, a little affronted, she
+accepted the proffered chair. Then he began to ask questions rapidly. He
+was eager for news from home--from his people--from old friends. However
+he did not inquire of Carley about her friends. She talked unremittingly
+for an hour, before she satisfied his hunger. But when her turn came to
+ask questions she found him reticent.
+
+He had fallen upon rather hard days at first out here in the West; then
+his health had begun to improve; and as soon as he was able to work his
+condition rapidly changed for the better; and now he was getting along
+pretty well. Carley felt hurt at his apparent disinclination to confide
+in her. The strong cast of his face, as if it had been chiseled in
+bronze; the stern set of his lips and the jaw that protruded lean and
+square cut; the quiet masked light of his eyes; the coarse roughness
+of his brown hands, mute evidence of strenuous labors--these all gave a
+different impression from his brief remarks about himself. Lastly there
+was a little gray in the light-brown hair over his temples. Glenn was
+only twenty-seven, yet he looked ten years older. Studying him so, with
+the memory of earlier years in her mind, she was forced to admit that
+she liked him infinitely more as he was now. He seemed proven. Something
+had made him a man. Had it been his love for her, or the army service,
+or the war in France, or the struggle for life and health afterwards? Or
+had it been this rugged, uncouth West? Carley felt insidious jealousy of
+this last possibility. She feared this West. She was going to hate it.
+She had womanly intuition enough to see in Flo Hutter a girl somehow to
+be reckoned with. Still, Carley would not acknowledge to herself that
+his simple, unsophisticated Western girl could possibly be a rival.
+Carley did not need to consider the fact that she had been spoiled by
+the attention of men. It was not her vanity that precluded Flo Hutter as
+a rival.
+
+Gradually the conversation drew to a lapse, and it suited Carley to
+let it be so. She watched Glenn as he gazed thoughtfully into the
+amber depths of the fire. What was going on in his mind? Carley's old
+perplexity suddenly had rebirth. And with it came an unfamiliar fear
+which she could not smother. Every moment that she sat there beside
+Glenn she was realizing more and more a yearning, passionate love for
+him. The unmistakable manifestation of his joy at sight of her,
+the strong, almost rude expression of his love, had called to some
+responsive, but hitherto unplumbed deeps of her. If it had not been
+for these undeniable facts Carley would have been panic-stricken. They
+reassured her, yet only made her state of mind more dissatisfied.
+
+"Carley, do you still go in for dancing?" Glenn asked, presently, with
+his thoughtful eyes turning to her.
+
+"Of course. I like dancing, and it's about all the exercise I get," she
+replied.
+
+"Have the dances changed--again?"
+
+"It's the music, perhaps, that changes the dancing. Jazz is becoming
+popular. And about all the crowd dances now is an infinite variation of
+fox-trot."
+
+"No waltzing?"
+
+"I don't believe I waltzed once this winter."
+
+"Jazz? That's a sort of tinpanning, jiggly stuff, isn't it?"
+
+"Glenn, it's the fever of the public pulse," replied Carley. "The
+graceful waltz, like the stately minuet, flourished back in the days
+when people rested rather than raced."
+
+"More's the pity," said Glenn. Then after a moment, in which his gaze
+returned to the fire, he inquired rather too casually, "Does Morrison
+still chase after you?"
+
+"Glenn, I'm neither old--nor married," she replied, laughing.
+
+"No, that's true. But if you were married it wouldn't make any
+difference to Morrison."
+
+Carley could not detect bitterness or jealousy in his voice. She would
+not have been averse to hearing either. She gathered from his remark,
+however, that he was going to be harder than ever to understand.
+What had she said or done to make him retreat within himself, aloof,
+impersonal, unfamiliar? He did not impress her as loverlike. What
+irony of fate was this that held her there yearning for his kisses and
+caresses as never before, while he watched the fire, and talked as to
+a mere acquaintance, and seemed sad and far away? Or did she merely
+imagine that? Only one thing could she be sure of at that moment, and it
+was that pride would never be her ally.
+
+"Glenn, look here," she said, sliding her chair close to his and holding
+out her left hand, slim and white, with its glittering diamond on the
+third finger.
+
+He took her hand in his and pressed it, and smiled at her. "Yes, Carley,
+it's a beautiful, soft little hand. But I think I'd like it better if it
+were strong and brown, and coarse on the inside--from useful work."
+
+"Like Flo Hutter's?" queried Carley.
+
+"Yes."
+
+Carley looked proudly into his eyes. "People are born in different
+stations. I respect your little Western friend, Glenn, but could I wash
+and sweep, milk cows and chop wood, and all that sort of thing?"
+
+"I suppose you couldn't," he admitted, with a blunt little laugh.
+
+"Would you want me to?" she asked.
+
+"Well, that's hard to say," he replied, knitting his brows. "I hardly
+know. I think it depends on you.... But if you did do such work wouldn't
+you be happier?"
+
+"Happier! Why Glenn, I'd be miserable!... But listen. It wasn't my
+beautiful and useless hand I wanted you to see. It was my engagement
+ring."
+
+"Oh!--Well?" he went on, slowly.
+
+"I've never had it off since you left New York," she said, softly.
+"You gave it to me four years ago. Do you remember? It was on my
+twenty-second birthday. You said it would take two months' salary to pay
+the bill."
+
+"It sure did," he retorted, with a hint of humor.
+
+"Glenn, during the war it was not so--so very hard to wear this ring as
+an engagement ring should be worn," said Carley, growing more earnest.
+"But after the war--especially after your departure West it was terribly
+hard to be true to the significance of this betrothal ring. There was a
+let-down in all women. Oh, no one need tell me! There was. And men were
+affected by that and the chaotic condition of the times. New York was
+wild during the year of your absence. Prohibition was a joke.--Well, I
+gadded, danced, dressed, drank, smoked, motored, just the same as
+the other women in our crowd. Something drove me to. I never rested.
+Excitement seemed to be happiness--Glenn, I am not making any plea
+to excuse all that. But I want you to know--how under trying
+circumstances--I was absolutely true to you. Understand me. I mean true
+as regards love. Through it all I loved you just the same. And now I'm
+with you, it seems, oh, so much more!... Your last letter hurt me. I
+don't know just how. But I came West to see you--to tell you this--and
+to ask you.... Do you want this ring back?"
+
+"Certainly not," he replied, forcibly, with a dark flush spreading over
+his face.
+
+"Then--you love me?" she whispered.
+
+"Yes--I love you," he returned, deliberately. "And in spite of all you
+say--very probably more than you love me.... But you, like all women,
+make love and its expression the sole object of life. Carley, I have
+been concerned with keeping my body from the grave and my soul from
+hell."
+
+"But--dear--you're well now?" she returned, with trembling lips.
+
+"Yes, I've almost pulled out."
+
+"Then what is wrong?"
+
+"Wrong?--With me or you," he queried, with keen, enigmatical glance upon
+her.
+
+"What is wrong between us? There is something."
+
+"Carley, a man who has been on the verge--as I have been--seldom or
+never comes back to happiness. But perhaps--"
+
+"You frighten me," cried Carley, and, rising, she sat upon the arm of
+his chair and encircled his neck with her arms. "How can I help if I do
+not understand? Am I so miserably little?... Glenn, must I tell you? No
+woman can live without love. I need to be loved. That's all that's wrong
+with me."
+
+"Carley, you are still an imperious, mushy girl," replied Glenn, taking
+her into his arms. "I need to be loved, too. But that's not what is
+wrong with me. You'll have to find it out yourself."
+
+"You're a dear old Sphinx," she retorted.
+
+"Listen, Carley," he said, earnestly. "About this love-making stuff.
+Please don't misunderstand me. I love you. I'm starved for your kisses.
+But--is it right to ask them?"
+
+"Right! Aren't we engaged? And don't I want to give them?"
+
+"If I were only sure we'd be married!" he said, in low, tense voice, as
+if speaking more to himself.
+
+"Married!" cried Carley, convulsively clasping him. "Of course we'll be
+married. Glenn, you wouldn't jilt me?"
+
+"Carley, what I mean is that you might never really marry me," he
+answered, seriously.
+
+"Oh, if that's all you need be sure of, Glenn Kilbourne, you may begin
+to make love to me now."
+
+
+It was late when Carley went up to her room. And she was in such a
+softened mood, so happy and excited and yet disturbed in mind, that the
+coldness and the darkness did not matter in the least. She undressed
+in pitchy blackness, stumbling over chair and bed, feeling for what she
+needed. And in her mood this unusual proceeding was fun. When ready for
+bed she opened the door to take a peep out. Through the dense blackness
+the waterfall showed dimly opaque. Carley felt a soft mist wet her face.
+The low roar of the falling water seemed to envelop her. Under the cliff
+wall brooded impenetrable gloom. But out above the treetops shone great
+stars, wonderfully white and radiant and cold, with a piercing contrast
+to the deep clear blue of sky. The waterfall hummed into an absolutely
+dead silence. It emphasized the silence. Not only cold was it that made
+Carley shudder. How lonely, how lost, how hidden this canyon!
+
+Then she hurried to bed, grateful for the warm woolly blankets.
+Relaxation and thought brought consciousness of the heat of her blood,
+the beat and throb and swell of her heart, of the tumult within her. In
+the lonely darkness of her room she might have faced the truth of her
+strangely renewed and augmented love for Glenn Kilbourne. But she was
+more concerned with her happiness. She had won him back. Her presence,
+her love had overcome his restraint. She thrilled in the sweet
+consciousness of her woman's conquest. How splendid he was! To hold
+back physical tenderness, the simple expressions of love, because he had
+feared they might unduly influence her! He had grown in many ways.
+She must be careful to reach up to his ideals. That about Flo Hutter's
+toil-hardened hands! Was that significance somehow connected with
+the rift in the lute? For Carley admitted to herself that there was
+something amiss, something incomprehensible, something intangible that
+obtruded its menace into her dream of future happiness. Still, what had
+she to fear, so long as she could be with Glenn?
+
+And yet there were forced upon her, insistent and perplexing, the
+questions--was her love selfish? was she considering him? was she blind
+to something he could see? Tomorrow and next day and the days to come
+held promise of joyous companionship with Glenn, yet likewise they
+seemed full of a portent of trouble for her, or fight and ordeal, of
+lessons that would make life significant for her.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER III
+
+Carley was awakened by rattling sounds in her room. The raising of
+sleepy eyelids disclosed Flo on her knees before the little stove, in
+the act of lighting a fire.
+
+"Mawnin', Carley," she drawled. "It's shore cold. Reckon it'll snow
+today, worse luck, just because you're here. Take my hunch and stay in
+bed till the fire burns up."
+
+"I shall do no such thing," declared Carley, heroically.
+
+"We're afraid you'll take cold," said Flo. "This is desert country with
+high altitude. Spring is here when the sun shines. But it's only shinin'
+in streaks these days. That means winter, really. Please be good."
+
+"Well, it doesn't require much self-denial to stay here awhile longer,"
+replied Carley, lazily.
+
+Flo left with a parting admonition not to let the stove get red-hot. And
+Carley lay snuggled in the warm blankets, dreading the ordeal of getting
+out into that cold bare room. Her nose was cold. When her nose grew
+cold, it being a faithful barometer as to temperature, Carley knew there
+was frost in the air. She preferred summer. Steam-heated rooms with
+hothouse flowers lending their perfume had certainly not trained Carley
+for primitive conditions. She had a spirit, however, that was waxing
+a little rebellious to all this intimation as to her susceptibility to
+colds and her probable weakness under privation. Carley got up. Her
+bare feet landed upon the board floor instead of the Navajo rug, and
+she thought she had encountered cold stone. Stove and hot water
+notwithstanding, by the time she was half dressed she was also half
+frozen. "Some actor fellow once said w-when you w-went West you were
+c-camping out," chattered Carley. "Believe me, he said something."
+
+The fact was Carley had never camped out. Her set played golf, rode
+horseback, motored and house-boated, but they had never gone in for
+uncomfortable trips. The camps and hotels in the Adirondacks were as
+warm and luxurious as Carley's own home. Carley now missed many things.
+And assuredly her flesh was weak. It cost her effort of will and real
+pain to finish lacing her boots. As she had made an engagement with
+Glenn to visit his cabin, she had donned an outdoor suit. She wondered
+if the cold had anything to do with the perceptible diminishing of the
+sound of the waterfall. Perhaps some of the water had frozen, like her
+fingers.
+
+Carley went downstairs to the living room, and made no effort to resist
+a rush to the open fire. Flo and her mother were amused at Carley's
+impetuosity. "You'll like that stingin' of the air after you get used
+to it," said Mrs. Hutter. Carley had her doubts. When she was thoroughly
+thawed out she discovered an appetite quite unusual for her, and she
+enjoyed her breakfast. Then it was time to sally forth to meet Glenn.
+
+"It's pretty sharp this mawnin'," said Flo. "You'll need gloves and
+sweater."
+
+Having fortified herself with these, Carley asked how to find West Fork
+Canyon.
+
+"It's down the road a little way," replied Flo. "A great narrow canyon
+opening on the right side. You can't miss it."
+
+Flo accompanied her as far as the porch steps. A queer-looking
+individual was slouching along with ax over his shoulder.
+
+"There's Charley," said Flo. "He'll show you." Then she whispered:
+"He's sort of dotty sometimes. A horse kicked him once. But mostly he's
+sensible."
+
+At Flo's call the fellow halted with a grin. He was long, lean, loose
+jointed, dressed in blue overalls stuck into the tops of muddy boots,
+and his face was clear olive without beard or line. His brow bulged a
+little, and from under it peered out a pair of wistful brown eyes that
+reminded Carley of those of a dog she had once owned.
+
+"Wal, it ain't a-goin' to be a nice day," remarked Charley, as he tried
+to accommodate his strides to Carley's steps.
+
+"How can you tell?" asked Carley. "It looks clear and bright."
+
+"Naw, this is a dark mawnin'. Thet's a cloudy sun. We'll hev snow on an'
+off."
+
+"Do you mind bad weather?"
+
+"Me? All the same to me. Reckon, though, I like it cold so I can loaf
+round a big fire at night."
+
+"I like a big fire, too."
+
+"Ever camped out?" he asked.
+
+"Not what you'd call the real thing," replied Carley.
+
+"Wal, thet's too bad. Reckon it'll be tough fer you," he went on,
+kindly. "There was a gurl tenderfoot heah two years ago an' she had a
+hell of a time. They all joked her, 'cept me, an' played tricks on her.
+An' on her side she was always puttin' her foot in it. I was shore sorry
+fer her."
+
+"You were very kind to be an exception," murmured Carley.
+
+"You look out fer Tom Hutter, an' I reckon Flo ain't so darn above
+layin' traps fer you. 'Specially as she's sweet on your beau. I seen
+them together a lot."
+
+"Yes?" interrogated Carley, encouragingly.
+
+"Kilbourne is the best fellar thet ever happened along Oak Creek. I
+helped him build his cabin. We've hunted some together. Did you ever
+hunt?"
+
+"No."
+
+"Wal, you've shore missed a lot of fun," he said. "Turkey huntin'.
+Thet's what fetches the gurls. I reckon because turkeys are so good to
+eat. The old gobblers hev begun to gobble now. I'll take you gobbler
+huntin' if you'd like to go."
+
+"I'm sure I would."
+
+"There's good trout fishin' along heah a little later," he said,
+pointing to the stream. "Crick's too high now. I like West Fork best.
+I've ketched some lammin' big ones up there."
+
+Carley was amused and interested. She could not say that Charley
+had shown any indication of his mental peculiarity to her. It took
+considerable restraint not to lead him to talk more about Flo and Glenn.
+Presently they reached the turn in the road, opposite the cottage Carley
+had noticed yesterday, and here her loquacious escort halted.
+
+"You take the trail heah," he said, pointing it out, "an' foller it into
+West Fork. So long, an' don't forget we're goin' huntin' turkeys."
+
+Carley smiled her thanks, and, taking to the trail, she stepped out
+briskly, now giving attention to her surroundings. The canyon had
+widened, and the creek with its deep thicket of green and white had
+sheered to the left. On her right the canyon wall appeared to be lifting
+higher--and higher. She could not see it well, owing to intervening
+treetops. The trail led her through a grove of maples and sycamores, out
+into an open park-like bench that turned to the right toward the cliff.
+Suddenly Carley saw a break in the red wall. It was the intersecting
+canyon, West Fork. What a narrow red-walled gateway! Huge pine trees
+spread wide gnarled branches over her head. The wind made soft rush in
+their tops, sending the brown needles lightly on the air. Carley turned
+the bulging corner, to be halted by a magnificent spectacle. It seemed
+a mountain wall loomed over her. It was the western side of this canyon,
+so lofty that Carley had to tip back her head to see the top. She swept
+her astonished gaze down the face of this tremendous red mountain wall
+and then slowly swept it upward again. This phenomenon of a cliff seemed
+beyond the comprehension of her sight. It looked a mile high. The
+few trees along its bold rampart resembled short spear-pointed bushes
+outlined against the steel gray of sky. Ledges, caves, seams, cracks,
+fissures, beetling red brows, yellow crumbling crags, benches of green
+growths and niches choked with brush, and bold points where single
+lonely pine trees grew perilously, and blank walls a thousand feet
+across their shadowed faces--these features gradually took shape in
+Carley's confused sight, until the colossal mountain front stood up
+before her in all its strange, wild, magnificent ruggedness and beauty.
+
+"Arizona! Perhaps this is what he meant," murmured Carley. "I never
+dreamed of anything like this.... But, oh! it overshadows me--bears me
+down! I could never have a moment's peace under it."
+
+It fascinated her. There were inaccessible ledges that haunted her with
+their remote fastnesses. How wonderful would it be to get there, rest
+there, if that were possible! But only eagles could reach them. There
+were places, then, that the desecrating hands of man could not touch.
+The dark caves were mystically potent in their vacant staring out at
+the world beneath them. The crumbling crags, the toppling ledges, the
+leaning rocks all threatened to come thundering down at the breath of
+wind. How deep and soft the red color in contrast with the green! How
+splendid the sheer bold uplift of gigantic steps! Carley found herself
+marveling at the forces that had so rudely, violently, and grandly left
+this monument to nature.
+
+"Well, old Fifth Avenue gadder!" called a gay voice. "If the back wall
+of my yard so halts you--what will you ever do when you see the Painted
+Desert, or climb Sunset Peak, or look down into the Grand Canyon?"
+
+"Oh, Glenn, where are you?" cried Carley, gazing everywhere near at
+hand. But he was farther away. The clearness of his voice had deceived
+her. Presently she espied him a little distance away, across a creek she
+had not before noticed.
+
+"Come on," he called. "I want to see you cross the stepping stones."
+
+Carley ran ahead, down a little slope of clean red rock, to the shore of
+the green water. It was clear, swift, deep in some places and shallow in
+others, with white wreathes or ripples around the rocks evidently placed
+there as a means to cross. Carley drew back aghast.
+
+"Glenn, I could never make it," she called.
+
+"Come on, my Alpine climber," he taunted. "Will you let Arizona daunt
+you?"
+
+"Do you want me to fall in and catch cold?" she cried, desperately.
+
+"Carley, big women might even cross the bad places of modern life on
+stepping stones of their dead selves!" he went on, with something of
+mockery. "Surely a few physical steps are not beyond you."
+
+"Say, are you mangling Tennyson or just kidding me?" she demanded
+slangily.
+
+"My love, Flo could cross here with her eyes shut."
+
+That thrust spurred Carley to action. His words were jest, yet they held
+a hint of earnest. With her heart at her throat Carley stepped on the
+first rock, and, poising, she calculated on a running leap from stone to
+stone. Once launched, she felt she was falling downhill. She swayed, she
+splashed, she slipped; and clearing the longest leap from the last stone
+to shore she lost her balance and fell into Glenn's arms. His kisses
+drove away both her panic and her resentment.
+
+"By Jove! I didn't think you'd even attempt it!" he declared, manifestly
+pleased. "I made sure I'd have to pack you over--in fact, rather liked
+the idea."
+
+"I wouldn't advise you to employ any such means again--to dare me," she
+retorted.
+
+"That's a nifty outdoor suit you've on," he said, admiringly. "I was
+wondering what you'd wear. I like short outing skirts for women, rather
+than trousers. The service sort of made the fair sex dippy about pants."
+
+"It made them dippy about more than that," she replied. "You and I will
+never live to see the day that women recover their balance."
+
+"I agree with you," replied Glenn.
+
+Carley locked her arm in his. "Honey, I want to have a good time today.
+Cut out all the other women stuff.... Take me to see your little gray
+home in the West. Or is it gray?"
+
+He laughed. "Why, yes, it's gray, just about. The logs have bleached
+some."
+
+Glenn led her away up a trail that climbed between bowlders, and
+meandered on over piny mats of needles under great, silent, spreading
+pines; and closer to the impondering mountain wall, where at the base of
+the red rock the creek murmured strangely with hollow gurgle, where
+the sun had no chance to affect the cold damp gloom; and on through
+sweet-smelling woods, out into the sunlight again, and across a wider
+breadth of stream; and up a slow slope covered with stately pines, to a
+little cabin that faced the west.
+
+"Here we are, sweetheart," said Glenn. "Now we shall see what you are
+made of."
+
+Carley was non-committal as to that. Her intense interest precluded any
+humor at this moment. Not until she actually saw the log cabin Glenn had
+erected with his own hands had she been conscious of any great interest.
+But sight of it awoke something unaccustomed in Carley. As she stepped
+into the cabin her heart was not acting normally for a young woman who
+had no illusions about love in a cottage.
+
+Glenn's cabin contained one room about fifteen feet wide by twenty long.
+Between the peeled logs were lines of red mud, hard dried. There was a
+small window opposite the door. In one corner was a couch of poles, with
+green tips of pine boughs peeping from under the blankets. The floor
+consisted of flat rocks laid irregularly, with many spaces of earth
+showing between. The open fireplace appeared too large for the room,
+but the very bigness of it, as well as the blazing sticks and glowing
+embers, appealed strongly to Carley. A rough-hewn log formed the mantel,
+and on it Carley's picture held the place of honor. Above this a rifle
+lay across deer antlers. Carley paused here in her survey long enough to
+kiss Glenn and point to her photograph.
+
+"You couldn't have pleased me more."
+
+To the left of the fireplace was a rude cupboard of shelves, packed with
+boxes, cans, bags, and utensils. Below the cupboard, hung upon pegs,
+were blackened pots and pans, a long-handled skillet, and a bucket.
+Glenn's table was a masterpiece. There was no danger of knocking it
+over. It consisted of four poles driven into the ground, upon which had
+been nailed two wide slabs. This table showed considerable evidence of
+having been scrubbed scrupulously clean. There were two low stools, made
+out of boughs, and the seats had been covered with woolly sheep hide. In
+the right-hand corner stood a neat pile of firewood, cut with an ax,
+and beyond this hung saddle and saddle blanket, bridle and spurs. An old
+sombrero was hooked upon the pommel of the saddle. Upon the wall, higher
+up, hung a lantern, resting in a coil of rope that Carley took to be a
+lasso. Under a shelf upon which lay a suitcase hung some rough wearing
+apparel.
+
+Carley noted that her picture and the suit case were absolutely the only
+physical evidences of Glenn's connection with his Eastern life. That had
+an unaccountable effect upon Carley. What had she expected? Then, after
+another survey of the room, she began to pester Glenn with questions. He
+had to show her the spring outside and the little bench with basin and
+soap. Sight of his soiled towel made her throw up her hands. She sat on
+the stools. She lay on the couch. She rummaged into the contents of the
+cupboard. She threw wood on the fire. Then, finally, having exhausted
+her search and inquiry, she flopped down on one of the stools to gaze at
+Glenn in awe and admiration and incredulity.
+
+"Glenn--you've actually lived here!" she ejaculated.
+
+"Since last fall before the snow came," he said, smiling.
+
+"Snow! Did it snow?" she inquired.
+
+"Well, I guess. I was snowed in for a week."
+
+"Why did you choose this lonely place--way off from the Lodge?" she
+asked, slowly.
+
+"I wanted to be by myself," he replied, briefly.
+
+"You mean this is a sort of camp-out place?"
+
+"Carley, I call it my home," he replied, and there was a low, strong
+sweetness in his voice she had never heard before.
+
+That silenced her for a while. She went to the door and gazed up at the
+towering wall, more wonderful than ever, and more fearful, too, in
+her sight. Presently tears dimmed her eyes. She did not understand her
+feeling; she was ashamed of it; she hid it from Glenn. Indeed, there was
+something terribly wrong between her and Glenn, and it was not in him.
+This cabin he called home gave her a shock which would take time to
+analyze. At length she turned to him with gay utterance upon her
+lips. She tried to put out of her mind a dawning sense that this
+close-to-the-earth habitation, this primitive dwelling, held strange
+inscrutable power over a self she had never divined she possessed. The
+very stones in the hearth seemed to call out from some remote past,
+and the strong sweet smell of burnt wood thrilled to the marrow of her
+bones. How little she knew of herself! But she had intelligence enough
+to understand that there was a woman in her, the female of the species;
+and through that the sensations from logs and stones and earth and fire
+had strange power to call up the emotions handed down to her from the
+ages. The thrill, the queer heartbeat, the vague, haunting memory of
+something, as of a dim childhood adventure, the strange prickling sense
+of dread--these abided with her and augmented while she tried to show
+Glenn her pride in him and also how funny his cabin seemed to her.
+
+Once or twice he hesitatingly, and somewhat appealingly, she imagined,
+tried to broach the subject of his work there in the West. But Carley
+wanted a little while with him free of disagreeable argument. It was a
+foregone conclusion that she would not like his work. Her intention
+at first had been to begin at once to use all persuasion in her power
+toward having him go back East with her, or at the latest some time
+this year. But the rude log cabin had checked her impulse. She felt that
+haste would be unwise.
+
+"Glenn Kilbourne, I told you why I came West to see you," she said,
+spiritedly. "Well, since you still swear allegiance to your girl from
+the East, you might entertain her a little bit before getting down to
+business talk."
+
+"All right, Carley," he replied, laughing. "What do you want to do? The
+day is at your disposal. I wish it were June. Then if you didn't fall in
+love with West Fork you'd be no good."
+
+"Glenn, I love people, not places," she returned.
+
+"So I remember. And that's one thing I don't like. But let's not
+quarrel. What'll we do?"
+
+"Suppose you tramp with me all around, until I'm good and hungry. Then
+we'll come back here--and you can cook dinner for me."
+
+"Fine! Oh, I know you're just bursting with curiosity to see how I'll do
+it. Well, you may be surprised, miss."
+
+"Let's go," she urged.
+
+"Shall I take my gun or fishing rod?"
+
+"You shall take nothing but me," retorted Carley. "What chance has a
+girl with a man, if he can hunt or fish?"
+
+So they went out hand in hand. Half of the belt of sky above was
+obscured by swiftly moving gray clouds. The other half was blue and was
+being slowly encroached upon by the dark storm-like pall. How cold
+the air! Carley had already learned that when the sun was hidden the
+atmosphere was cold. Glenn led her down a trail to the brook, where
+he calmly picked her up in his arms, quite easily, it appeared, and
+leisurely packed her across, kissing her half a dozen times before he
+deposited her on her feet.
+
+"Glenn, you do this sort of thing so well that it makes me imagine you
+have practice now and then," she said.
+
+"No. But you are pretty and sweet, and like the girl you were four years
+ago. That takes me back to those days."
+
+"I thank you. That's dear of you. I think I am something of a cat....
+I'll be glad if this walk leads us often to the creek."
+
+Spring might have been fresh and keen in the air, but it had not yet
+brought much green to the brown earth or to the trees. The cotton-woods
+showed a light feathery verdure. The long grass was a bleached white,
+and low down close to the sod fresh tiny green blades showed. The great
+fern leaves were sear and ragged, and they rustled in the breeze. Small
+gray sheath-barked trees with clumpy foliage and snags of dead branches,
+Glenn called cedars; and, grotesque as these were, Carley rather liked
+them. They were approachable, not majestic and lofty like the pines, and
+they smelled sweetly wild, and best of all they afforded some protection
+from the bitter wind. Carley rested better than she walked. The huge
+sections of red rock that had tumbled from above also interested Carley,
+especially when the sun happened to come out for a few moments and
+brought out their color. She enjoyed walking on the fallen pines, with
+Glenn below, keeping pace with her and holding her hand. Carley looked
+in vain for flowers and birds. The only living things she saw were
+rainbow trout that Glenn pointed out to her in the beautiful clear
+pools. The way the great gray bowlders trooped down to the brook as if
+they were cattle going to drink; the dark caverns under the shelving
+cliffs, where the water murmured with such hollow mockery; the low
+spear-pointed gray plants, resembling century plants, and which Glenn
+called mescal cactus, each with its single straight dead stalk standing
+on high with fluted head; the narrow gorges, perpendicularly walled in
+red, where the constricted brook plunged in amber and white cascades
+over fall after fall, tumbling, rushing, singing its water melody--these
+all held singular appeal for Carley as aspects of the wild land,
+fascinating for the moment, symbolic of the lonely red man and his
+forbears, and by their raw contrast making more necessary and desirable
+and elevating the comforts and conventions of civilization. The cave man
+theory interested Carley only as mythology.
+
+Lonelier, wilder, grander grew Glenn's canyon. Carley was finally forced
+to shift her attention from the intimate objects of the canyon floor
+to the aloof and unattainable heights. Singular to feel the difference!
+That which she could see close at hand, touch if she willed, seemed to,
+become part of her knowledge, could be observed and so possessed and
+passed by. But the gold-red ramparts against the sky, the crannied
+cliffs, the crags of the eagles, the lofty, distant blank walls, where
+the winds of the gods had written their wars--these haunted because
+they could never be possessed. Carley had often gazed at the Alps as at
+celebrated pictures. She admired, she appreciated--then she forgot.
+But the canyon heights did not affect her that way. They vaguely
+dissatisfied, and as she could not be sure of what they dissatisfied,
+she had to conclude that it was in herself. To see, to watch, to dream,
+to seek, to strive, to endure, to find! Was that what they meant? They
+might make her thoughtful of the vast earth, and its endless age, and
+its staggering mystery. But what more!
+
+The storm that had threatened blackened the sky, and gray scudding
+clouds buried the canyon rims, and long veils of rain and sleet began
+to descend. The wind roared through the pines, drowning the roar of the
+brook. Quite suddenly the air grew piercingly cold. Carley had forgotten
+her gloves, and her pockets had not been constructed to protect hands.
+Glenn drew her into a sheltered nook where a rock jutted out from
+overhead and a thicket of young pines helped break the onslaught of the
+wind. There Carley sat on a cold rock, huddled up close to Glenn, and
+wearing to a state she knew would be misery. Glenn not only seemed
+content; he was happy. "This is great," he said. His coat was open, his
+hands uncovered, and he watched the storm and listened with manifest
+delight. Carley hated to betray what a weakling she was, so she resigned
+herself to her fate, and imagined she felt her fingers numbing into ice,
+and her sensitive nose slowly and painfully freezing.
+
+The storm passed, however, before Carley sank into abject and open
+wretchedness. She managed to keep pace with Glenn until exercise
+warmed her blood. At every little ascent in the trail she found herself
+laboring to get her breath. There was assuredly evidence of abundance
+of air in this canyon, but somehow she could not get enough of it. Glenn
+detected this and said it was owing to the altitude. When they reached
+the cabin Carley was wet, stiff, cold, exhausted. How welcome the
+shelter, the open fireplace! Seeing the cabin in new light, Carley had
+the grace to acknowledge to herself that, after all, it was not so bad.
+
+"Now for a good fire and then dinner," announced Glenn, with the air of
+one who knew his ground.
+
+"Can I help?" queried Carley.
+
+"Not today. I do not want you to spring any domestic science on me now."
+Carley was not averse to withholding her ignorance. She watched Glenn
+with surpassing curiosity and interest. First he threw a quantity of
+wood upon the smoldering fire.
+
+"I have ham and mutton of my own raising," announced Glenn, with
+importance. "Which would you prefer?"
+
+"Of your own raising. What do you mean?" queried Carley.
+
+"My dear, you've been so steeped in the fog of the crowd that you are
+blind to the homely and necessary things of living. I mean I have here
+meat of both sheep and hog that I raised myself. That is to say, mutton
+and ham. Which do you like?"
+
+"Ham!" cried Carley, incredulously.
+
+Without more ado Glenn settled to brisk action, every move of which
+Carley watched with keen eyes. The usurping of a woman's province by
+a man was always an amusing thing. But for Glenn Kilbourne--what more
+would it be? He evidently knew what he wanted, for every movement was
+quick, decisive. One after another he placed bags, cans, sacks, pans,
+utensils on the table. Then he kicked at the roaring fire, settling some
+of the sticks. He strode outside to return with a bucket of water, a
+basin, towel, and soap. Then he took down two queer little iron pots
+with heavy lids. To each pot was attached a wire handle. He removed the
+lids, then set both the pots right on the fire or in it. Pouring water
+into the basin, he proceeded to wash his hands. Next he took a large
+pail, and from a sack he filled it half full of flour. To this he added
+baking powder and salt. It was instructive for Carley to see him run
+his skillful fingers all through that flour, as if searching for lumps.
+After this he knelt before the fire and, lifting off one of the iron
+pots with a forked stick, he proceeded to wipe out the inside of the pot
+and grease it with a piece of fat. His next move was to rake out a pile
+of the red coals, a feat he performed with the stick, and upon these he
+placed the pot. Also he removed the other pot from the fire, leaving it,
+however, quite close.
+
+"Well, all eyes?" he bantered, suddenly staring at her. "Didn't I say
+I'd surprise you?"
+
+"Don't mind me. This is about the happiest and most bewildered
+moment--of my life," replied Carley.
+
+Returning to the table, Glenn dug at something in a large red can. He
+paused a moment to eye Carley.
+
+"Girl, do you know how to make biscuits?" he queried.
+
+"I might have known in my school days, but I've forgotten," she replied.
+
+"Can you make apple pie?" he demanded, imperiously.
+
+"No," rejoined Carley.
+
+"How do you expect to please your husband?"
+
+"Why--by marrying him, I suppose," answered Carley, as if weighing a
+problem.
+
+"That has been the universal feminine point of view for a good many
+years," replied Glenn, flourishing a flour-whitened hand. "But it never
+served the women of the Revolution or the pioneers. And they were the
+builders of the nation. It will never serve the wives of the future, if
+we are to survive."
+
+"Glenn, you rave!" ejaculated Carley, not knowing whether to laugh or be
+grave. "You were talking of humble housewifely things."
+
+"Precisely. The humble things that were the foundation of the great
+nation of Americans. I meant work and children."
+
+Carley could only stare at him. The look he flashed at her, the sudden
+intensity and passion of his ringing words, were as if he gave her a
+glimpse into the very depths of him. He might have begun in fun, but he
+had finished otherwise. She felt that she really did not know this
+man. Had he arraigned her in judgment? A flush, seemingly hot and cold,
+passed over her. Then it relieved her to see that he had returned to his
+task.
+
+He mixed the shortening with the flour, and, adding water, he began
+a thorough kneading. When the consistency of the mixture appeared to
+satisfy him he took a handful of it, rolled it into a ball, patted and
+flattened it into a biscuit, and dropped it into the oven he had set
+aside on the hot coals. Swiftly he shaped eight or ten other biscuits
+and dropped them as the first. Then he put the heavy iron lid on the
+pot, and with a rude shovel, improvised from a flattened tin can, he
+shoveled red coals out of the fire, and covered the lid with them. His
+next move was to pare and slice potatoes, placing these aside in a pan.
+A small black coffee-pot half full of water, was set on a glowing
+part of the fire. Then he brought into use a huge, heavy knife, a
+murderous-looking implement it appeared to Carley, with which he cut
+slices of ham. These he dropped into the second pot, which he left
+uncovered. Next he removed the flour sack and other inpedimenta from the
+table, and proceeded to set places for two--blue-enamel plate and cup,
+with plain, substantial-looking knives, forks, and spoons. He went
+outside, to return presently carrying a small crock of butter. Evidently
+he had kept the butter in or near the spring. It looked dewy and cold
+and hard. After that he peeped under the lid of the pot which contained
+the biscuits. The other pot was sizzling and smoking, giving forth
+a delicious savory odor that affected Carley most agreeably. The
+coffee-pot had begun to steam. With a long fork Glenn turned the slices
+of ham and stood a moment watching them. Next he placed cans of three
+sizes upon the table; and these Carley conjectured contained sugar,
+salt, and pepper. Carley might not have been present, for all the
+attention he paid to her. Again he peeped at the biscuits. At the
+edge of the hot embers he placed a tin plate, upon which he carefully
+deposited the slices of ham. Carley had not needed sight of them to know
+she was hungry; they made her simply ravenous. That done, he poured the
+pan of sliced potatoes into the pot. Carley judged the heat of that
+pot to be extreme. Next he removed the lid from the other pot, exposing
+biscuits slightly browned; and evidently satisfied with these, he
+removed them from the coals. He stirred the slices of potatoes round
+and round; he emptied two heaping tablespoonfuls of coffee into the
+coffee-pot.
+
+"Carley," he said, at last turning to her with a warm smile, "out here
+in the West the cook usually yells, 'Come and get it.' Draw up your
+stool."
+
+And presently Carley found herself seated across the crude table from
+Glenn, with the background of chinked logs in her sight, and the smart
+of wood smoke in her eyes. In years past she had sat with him in the
+soft, subdued, gold-green shadows of the Astor, or in the sumptuous
+atmosphere of the St. Regis. But this event was so different, so
+striking, that she felt it would have limitless significance. For one
+thing, the look of Glenn! When had he ever seemed like this, wonderfully
+happy to have her there, consciously proud of this dinner he had
+prepared in half an hour, strangely studying her as one on trial? This
+might have had its effect upon Carley's reaction to the situation,
+making it sweet, trenchant with meaning, but she was hungry enough and
+the dinner was good enough to make this hour memorable on that score
+alone. She ate until she was actually ashamed of herself. She laughed
+heartily, she talked, she made love to Glenn. Then suddenly an idea
+flashed into her quick mind.
+
+"Glenn, did this girl Flo teach you to cook?" she queried, sharply.
+
+"No. I always was handy in camp. Then out here I had the luck to fall
+in with an old fellow who was a wonderful cook. He lived with me for a
+while. ... Why, what difference would it have made--had Flo taught me?"
+
+Carley felt the heat of blood in her face. "I don't know that it would
+have made a difference. Only--I'm glad she didn't teach you. I'd rather
+no girl could teach you what I couldn't."
+
+"You think I'm a pretty good cook, then?" he asked.
+
+"I've enjoyed this dinner more than any I've ever eaten."
+
+"Thanks, Carley. That'll help a lot," he said, gayly, but his eyes shone
+with earnest, glad light. "I hoped I'd surprise you. I've found out here
+that I want to do things well. The West stirs something in a man. It
+must be an unwritten law. You stand or fall by your own hands. Back East
+you know meals are just occasions--to hurry through--to dress for--to
+meet somebody--to eat because you have to eat. But out here they are
+different. I don't know how. In the city, producers, merchants, waiters
+serve you for money. The meal is a transaction. It has no significance.
+It is money that keeps you from starvation. But in the West money
+doesn't mean much. You must work to live."
+
+Carley leaned her elbows on the table and gazed at him curiously and
+admiringly. "Old fellow, you're a wonder. I can't tell you how proud I
+am of you. That you could come West weak and sick, and fight your way to
+health, and learn to be self-sufficient! It is a splendid achievement.
+It amazes me. I don't grasp it. I want to think. Nevertheless I--"
+
+"What?" he queried, as she hesitated.
+
+"Oh, never mind now," she replied, hastily, averting her eyes.
+
+
+The day was far spent when Carley returned to the Lodge--and in spite of
+the discomfort of cold and sleet, and the bitter wind that beat in her
+face as she struggled up the trail--it was a day never to be forgotten.
+Nothing had been wanting in Glenn's attention or affection. He had been
+comrade, lover, all she craved for. And but for his few singular words
+about work and children there had been no serious talk. Only a play day
+in his canyon and his cabin! Yet had she appeared at her best? Something
+vague and perplexing knocked at the gate of her consciousness.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IV
+
+Two warm sunny days in early May inclined Mr. Hutter to the opinion that
+pleasant spring weather was at hand and that it would be a propitious
+time to climb up on the desert to look after his sheep interests. Glenn,
+of course, would accompany him.
+
+"Carley and I will go too," asserted Flo.
+
+"Reckon that'll be good," said Hutter, with approving nod.
+
+His wife also agreed that it would be fine for Carley to see the
+beautiful desert country round Sunset Peak. But Glenn looked dubious.
+
+"Carley, it'll be rather hard," he said. "You're soft, and riding and
+lying out will stove you up. You ought to break in gradually."
+
+"I rode ten miles today," rejoined Carley. "And didn't mind it--much."
+This was a little deviation from stern veracity.
+
+"Shore Carley's well and strong," protested Flo. "She'll get sore, but
+that won't kill her."
+
+Glenn eyed Flo with rather penetrating glance. "I might drive Carley
+round about in the car," he said.
+
+"But you can't drive over those lava flats, or go round, either. We'd
+have to send horses in some cases miles to meet you. It's horseback if
+you go at all."
+
+"Shore we'll go horseback," spoke up Flo. "Carley has got it all over
+that Spencer girl who was here last summer."
+
+"I think so, too. I am sure I hope so. Because you remember what the
+ride to Long Valley did to Miss Spencer," rejoined Glenn.
+
+"What?" inquired Carley.
+
+"Bad cold, peeled nose, skinned shin, saddle sores. She was in bed two
+days. She didn't show much pep the rest of her stay here, and she never
+got on another horse."
+
+"Oh, is that all, Glenn?" returned Carley, in feigned surprise. "Why,
+I imagined from your tone that Miss Spencer's ride must have occasioned
+her discomfort.... See here, Glenn. I may be a tenderfoot, but I'm no
+mollycoddle."
+
+"My dear, I surrender," replied Glenn, with a laugh. "Really, I'm
+delighted. But if anything happens--don't you blame me. I'm quite sure
+that a long horseback ride, in spring, on the desert, will show you a
+good many things about yourself."
+
+That was how Carley came to find herself, the afternoon of the next day,
+astride a self-willed and unmanageable little mustang, riding in the
+rear of her friends, on the way through a cedar forest toward a place
+called Deep Lake.
+
+Carley had not been able yet, during the several hours of their journey,
+to take any pleasure in the scenery or in her mount. For in the first
+place there was nothing to see but scrubby little gnarled cedars and
+drab-looking rocks; and in the second this Indian pony she rode had
+discovered she was not an adept horsewoman and had proceeded to take
+advantage of the fact. It did not help Carley's predicament to remember
+that Glenn had decidedly advised her against riding this particular
+mustang. To be sure, Flo had approved of Carley's choice, and Mr.
+Hutter, with a hearty laugh, had fallen in line: "Shore. Let her ride
+one of the broncs, if she wants." So this animal she bestrode must
+have been a bronc, for it did not take him long to elicit from Carley a
+muttered, "I don't know what bronc means, but it sounds like this pony
+acts."
+
+Carley had inquired the animal's name from the young herder who had
+saddled him for her.
+
+"Wal, I reckon he ain't got much of a name," replied the lad, with
+a grin, as he scratched his head. "For us boys always called him
+Spillbeans."
+
+"Humph! What a beautiful cognomen!" ejaculated Carley, "But according to
+Shakespeare any name will serve. I'll ride him or--or--"
+
+So far there had not really been any necessity for the completion of
+that sentence. But five miles of riding up into the cedar forest had
+convinced Carley that she might not have much farther to go. Spillbeans
+had ambled along well enough until he reached level ground where a long
+bleached grass waved in the wind. Here he manifested hunger, then a
+contrary nature, next insubordination, and finally direct hostility.
+Carley had urged, pulled, and commanded in vain. Then when she gave
+Spillbeans a kick in the flank he jumped stiff legged, propelling her up
+out of the saddle, and while she was descending he made the queer jump
+again, coming up to meet her. The jolt she got seemed to dislocate every
+bone in her body. Likewise it hurt. Moreover, along with her idea of
+what a spectacle she must have presented, it quickly decided Carley that
+Spillbeans was a horse that was not to be opposed. Whenever he wanted a
+mouthful of grass he stopped to get it. Therefore Carley was always
+in the rear, a fact which in itself did not displease her. Despite
+his contrariness, however, Spillbeans had apparently no intention of
+allowing the other horses to get completely out of sight.
+
+Several times Flo waited for Carley to catch up. "He's loafing on you,
+Carley. You ought to have on a spur. Break off a switch and beat him
+some." Then she whipped the mustang across the flank with her bridle
+rein, which punishment caused Spillbeans meekly to trot on with
+alacrity. Carley had a positive belief that he would not do it for her.
+And after Flo's repeated efforts, assisted by chastisement from Glenn,
+had kept Spillbeans in a trot for a couple of miles Carley began to
+discover that the trotting of a horse was the most uncomfortable motion
+possible to imagine. It grew worse. It became painful. It gradually got
+unendurable. But pride made Carley endure it until suddenly she thought
+she had been stabbed in the side. This strange piercing pain must
+be what Glenn had called a "stitch" in the side, something common to
+novices on horseback. Carley could have screamed. She pulled the mustang
+to a walk and sagged in her saddle until the pain subsided. What a
+blessed relief! Carley had keen sense of the difference between riding
+in Central Park and in Arizona. She regretted her choice of horses.
+Spillbeans was attractive to look at, but the pleasure of riding him
+was a delusion. Flo had said his gait resembled the motion of a rocking
+chair. This Western girl, according to Charley, the sheep herder, was
+not above playing Arizona jokes. Be that as it might, Spillbeans now
+manifested a desire to remain with the other horses, and he broke out of
+a walk into a trot. Carley could not keep him from trotting. Hence her
+state soon wore into acute distress.
+
+Her left ankle seemed broken. The stirrup was heavy, and as soon as she
+was tired she could no longer keep its weight from drawing her foot in.
+The inside of her right knee was as sore as a boil. Besides, she had
+other pains, just as severe, and she stood momentarily in mortal dread
+of that terrible stitch in her side. If it returned she knew she would
+fall off. But, fortunately, just when she was growing weak and dizzy,
+the horses ahead slowed to a walk on a descent. The road wound down into
+a wide deep canyon. Carley had a respite from her severest pains. Never
+before had she known what it meant to be so grateful for relief from
+anything.
+
+The afternoon grew far advanced and the sunset was hazily shrouded in
+gray. Hutter did not like the looks of those clouds. "Reckon we're in
+for weather," he said. Carley did not care what happened. Weather or
+anything else that might make it possible to get off her horse! Glenn
+rode beside her, inquiring solicitously as to her pleasure. "Ride of
+my life!" she lied heroically. And it helped some to see that she both
+fooled and pleased him.
+
+Beyond the canyon the cedared desert heaved higher and changed its
+aspect. The trees grew larger, bushier, greener, and closer together,
+with patches of bleached grass between, and russet-lichened rocks
+everywhere. Small cactus plants bristled sparsely in open places;
+and here and there bright red flowers--Indian paintbrush, Flo called
+them--added a touch of color to the gray. Glenn pointed to where dark
+banks of cloud had massed around the mountain peaks. The scene to the
+west was somber and compelling.
+
+At last the men and the pack-horses ahead came to a halt in a level
+green forestland with no high trees. Far ahead a chain of soft gray
+round hills led up to the dark heaved mass of mountains. Carley saw the
+gleam of water through the trees. Probably her mustang saw or scented
+it, because he started to trot. Carley had reached a limit of strength,
+endurance, and patience. She hauled him up short. When Spillbeans
+evinced a stubborn intention to go on Carley gave him a kick. Then it
+happened.
+
+She felt the reins jerked out of her hands and the saddle propel her
+upward. When she descended it was to meet that before-experienced jolt.
+
+"Look!" cried Flo. "That bronc is going to pitch."
+
+"Hold on, Carley!" yelled Glenn.
+
+Desperately Carley essayed to do just that. But Spillbeans jolted her
+out of the saddle. She came down on his rump and began to slide back and
+down. Frightened and furious, Carley tried to hang to the saddle with
+her hands and to squeeze the mustang with her knees. But another jolt
+broke her hold, and then, helpless and bewildered, with her heart in
+her throat and a terrible sensation of weakness, she slid back at each
+upheave of the muscular rump until she slid off and to the ground in a
+heap. Whereupon Spillbeans trotted off toward the water.
+
+Carley sat up before Glenn and Flo reached her. Manifestly they were
+concerned about her, but both were ready to burst with laughter. Carley
+knew she was not hurt and she was so glad to be off the mustang that, on
+the moment, she could almost have laughed herself.
+
+"That beast is well named," she said. "He spilled me, all right. And I
+presume I resembled a sack of beans."
+
+"Carley--you're--not hurt?" asked Glenn, choking, as he helped her up.
+
+"Not physically. But my feelings are."
+
+Then Glenn let out a hearty howl of mirth, which was seconded by a
+loud guffaw from Hutter. Flo, however, appeared to be able to restrain
+whatever she felt. To Carley she looked queer.
+
+"Pitch! You called it that," said Carley.
+
+"Oh, he didn't really pitch. He just humped up a few times," replied
+Flo, and then when she saw how Carley was going to take it she burst
+into a merry peal of laughter. Charley, the sheep herder was grinning,
+and some of the other men turned away with shaking shoulders.
+
+"Laugh, you wild and woolly Westerners!" ejaculated Carley. "It must
+have been funny. I hope I can be a good sport.... But I bet you I ride
+him tomorrow."
+
+"Shore you will," replied Flo.
+
+Evidently the little incident drew the party closer together. Carley
+felt a warmth of good nature that overcame her first feeling of
+humiliation. They expected such things from her, and she should expect
+them, too, and take them, if not fearlessly or painlessly, at least
+without resentment.
+
+Carley walked about to ease her swollen and sore joints, and while doing
+so she took stock of the camp ground and what was going on. At second
+glance the place had a certain attraction difficult for her to define.
+She could see far, and the view north toward those strange gray-colored
+symmetrical hills was one that fascinated while it repelled her. Near at
+hand the ground sloped down to a large rock-bound lake, perhaps a mile
+in circumference. In the distance, along the shore she saw a white
+conical tent, and blue smoke, and moving gray objects she took for
+sheep.
+
+The men unpacked and unsaddled the horses, and, hobbling their forefeet
+together, turned them loose. Twilight had fallen and each man appeared
+to be briskly set upon his own task. Glenn was cutting around the foot
+of a thickly branched cedar where, he told Carley, he would make a bed
+for her and Flo. All that Carley could see that could be used for such
+purpose was a canvas-covered roll. Presently Glenn untied a rope from
+round this, unrolled it, and dragged it under the cedar. Then he spread
+down the outer layer of canvas, disclosing a considerable thickness
+of blankets. From under the top of these he pulled out two flat little
+pillows. These he placed in position, and turned back some of the
+blankets.
+
+"Carley, you crawl in here, pile the blankets up, and the tarp over
+them," directed Glenn. "If it rains pull the tarp up over your head--and
+let it rain."
+
+This direction sounded in Glenn's cheery voice a good deal more
+pleasurable than the possibilities suggested. Surely that cedar tree
+could not keep off rain or snow.
+
+"Glenn, how about--about animals--and crawling things, you know?"
+queried Carley.
+
+"Oh, there are a few tarantulas and centipedes, and sometimes a
+scorpion. But these don't crawl around much at night. The only thing to
+worry about are the hydrophobia skunks."
+
+"What on earth are they?" asked Carley, quite aghast.
+
+"Skunks are polecats, you know," replied Glenn, cheerfully. "Sometimes
+one gets bitten by a coyote that has rabies, and then he's a dangerous
+customer. He has no fear and he may run across you and bite you in the
+face. Queer how they generally bite your nose. Two men have been bitten
+since I've been here. One of them died, and the other had to go to the
+Pasteur Institute with a well-developed case of hydrophobia."
+
+"Good heavens!" cried Carley, horrified.
+
+"You needn't be afraid," said Glenn. "I'll tie one of the dogs near your
+bed."
+
+Carley wondered whether Glenn's casual, easy tone had been adopted for
+her benefit or was merely an assimilation from this Western life. Not
+improbably Glenn himself might be capable of playing a trick on her.
+Carley endeavored to fortify herself against disaster, so that when it
+befell she might not be wholly ludicrous.
+
+With the coming of twilight a cold, keen wind moaned through the cedars.
+Carley would have hovered close to the fire even if she had not been
+too tired to exert herself. Despite her aches, she did justice to
+the supper. It amazed her that appetite consumed her to the extent of
+overcoming a distaste for this strong, coarse cooking. Before the meal
+ended darkness had fallen, a windy raw darkness that enveloped heavily
+like a blanket. Presently Carley edged closer to the fire, and there
+she stayed, alternately turning back and front to the welcome heat. She
+seemingly roasted hands, face, and knees while her back froze. The wind
+blew the smoke in all directions. When she groped around with blurred,
+smarting eyes to escape the hot smoke, it followed her. The other
+members of the party sat comfortably on sacks or rocks, without much
+notice of the smoke that so exasperated Carley. Twice Glenn insisted
+that she take a seat he had fixed for her, but she preferred to stand
+and move around a little.
+
+By and by the camp tasks of the men appeared to be ended, and all
+gathered near the fire to lounge and smoke and talk. Glenn and Hutter
+engaged in interested conversation with two Mexicans, evidently sheep
+herders. If the wind and cold had not made Carley so uncomfortable she
+might have found the scene picturesque. How black the night! She could
+scarcely distinguish the sky at all. The cedar branches swished in
+the wind, and from the gloom came a low sound of waves lapping a rocky
+shore. Presently Glenn held up a hand.
+
+"Listen, Carley!" he said.
+
+Then she heard strange wild yelps, staccato, piercing, somehow
+infinitely lonely. They made her shudder.
+
+"Coyotes," said Glenn. "You'll come to love that chorus. Hear the dogs
+bark back."
+
+Carley listened with interest, but she was inclined to doubt that she
+would ever become enamoured of such wild cries.
+
+"Do coyotes come near camp?" she queried.
+
+"Shore. Sometimes they pull your pillow out from under your head,"
+replied Flo, laconically.
+
+Carley did not ask any more questions. Natural history was not her
+favorite study and she was sure she could dispense with any first-hand
+knowledge of desert beasts. She thought, however, she heard one of
+the men say, "Big varmint prowlin' round the sheep." To which Hutter
+replied, "Reckon it was a bear." And Glenn said, "I saw his fresh track
+by the lake. Some bear!"
+
+The heat from the fire made Carley so drowsy that she could scarcely
+hold up her head. She longed for bed even if it was out there in the
+open. Presently Flo called her: "Come. Let's walk a little before
+turning in."
+
+So Carley permitted herself to be led to and fro down an open aisle
+between some cedars. The far end of that aisle, dark, gloomy, with the
+bushy secretive cedars all around, caused Carley apprehension she was
+ashamed to admit. Flo talked eloquently about the joys of camp life, and
+how the harder any outdoor task was and the more endurance and pain it
+required, the more pride and pleasure one had in remembering it. Carley
+was weighing the import of these words when suddenly Flo clutched her
+arm. "What's that?" she whispered, tensely.
+
+Carley stood stockstill. They had reached the furthermost end of that
+aisle, but had turned to go back. The flare of the camp fire threw a wan
+light into the shadows before them. There came a rustling in the brush,
+a snapping of twigs. Cold tremors chased up and down Carley's back.
+
+"Shore it's a varmint, all right. Let's hurry," whispered Flo.
+
+Carley needed no urging. It appeared that Flo was not going to run. She
+walked fast, peering back over her shoulder, and, hanging to Carley's
+arm, she rounded a large cedar that had obstructed some of the
+firelight. The gloom was not so thick here. And on the instant Carley
+espied a low, moving object, somehow furry, and gray in color. She
+gasped. She could not speak. Her heart gave a mighty throb and seemed to
+stop.
+
+"What--do you see?" cried Flo, sharply, peering ahead. "Oh!... Come,
+Carley. Run!"
+
+Flo's cry showed she must nearly be strangled with terror. But Carley
+was frozen in her tracks. Her eyes were riveted upon the gray furry
+object. It stopped. Then it came faster. It magnified. It was a huge
+beast. Carley had no control over mind, heart, voice, or muscle. Her
+legs gave way. She was sinking. A terrible panic, icy, sickening,
+rending, possessed her whole body.
+
+The huge gray thing came at her. Into the rushing of her ears broke
+thudding sounds. The thing leaped up. A horrible petrifaction suddenly
+made stone of Carley. Then she saw a gray mantlelike object cast aside
+to disclose the dark form of a man. Glenn!
+
+"Carley, dog-gone it! You don't scare worth a cent," he laughingly
+complained.
+
+She collapsed into his arms. The liberating shock was as great as had
+been her terror. She began to tremble violently. Her hands got back a
+sense of strength to clutch. Heart and blood seemed released from that
+ice-banded vise.
+
+"Say, I believe you were scared," went on Glenn, bending over her.
+
+"Scar-ed!" she gasped. "Oh--there's no word--to tell--what I was!"
+
+Flo came running back, giggling with joy. "Glenn, she shore took you for
+a bear. Why, I felt her go stiff as a post!... Ha! Ha! Ha! Carley, now
+how do you like the wild and woolly?"
+
+"Oh! You put up a trick on me!" ejaculated Carley. "Glenn, how could
+you? ... Such a terrible trick! I wouldn't have minded something
+reasonable. But that! Oh, I'll never forgive you!"
+
+Glenn showed remorse, and kissed her before Flo in a way that made some
+little amends. "Maybe I overdid it," he said. "But I thought you'd have
+a momentary start, you know, enough to make you yell, and then you'd
+see through it. I only had a sheepskin over my shoulders as I crawled on
+hands and knees."
+
+"Glenn, for me you were a prehistoric monster--a dinosaur, or
+something," replied Carley.
+
+It developed, upon their return to the campfire circle, that everybody
+had been in the joke; and they all derived hearty enjoyment from it.
+
+"Reckon that makes you one of us," said Hutter, genially. "We've all had
+our scares."
+
+Carley wondered if she were not so constituted that such trickery
+alienated her. Deep in her heart she resented being made to show
+her cowardice. But then she realized that no one had really seen any
+evidence of her state. It was fun to them.
+
+Soon after this incident Hutter sounded what he called the roll-call for
+bed. Following Flo's instructions, Carley sat on their bed, pulled off
+her boots, folded coat and sweater at her head, and slid down under the
+blankets. How strange and hard a bed! Yet Carley had the most delicious
+sense of relief and rest she had ever experienced. She straightened out
+on her back with a feeling that she had never before appreciated the
+luxury of lying down.
+
+Flo cuddled up to her in quite sisterly fashion, saying: "Now don't
+cover your head. If it rains I'll wake and pull up the tarp. Good night,
+Carley." And almost immediately she seemed to fall asleep.
+
+For Carley, however, sleep did not soon come. She had too many aches;
+the aftermath of her shock of fright abided with her; and the blackness
+of night, the cold whip of wind over her face, and the unprotected
+helplessness she felt in this novel bed, were too entirely new and
+disturbing to be overcome at once. So she lay wide eyed, staring at the
+dense gray shadow, at the flickering lights upon the cedar. At length
+her mind formed a conclusion that this sort of thing might be worth the
+hardship once in a lifetime, anyway. What a concession to Glenn's West!
+In the secret seclusion of her mind she had to confess that if her
+vanity had not been so assaulted and humiliated she might have enjoyed
+herself more. It seemed impossible, however, to have thrills and
+pleasures and exaltations in the face of discomfort, privation, and an
+uneasy half-acknowledged fear. No woman could have either a good or a
+profitable time when she was at her worst. Carley thought she would not
+be averse to getting Flo Hutter to New York, into an atmosphere wholly
+strange and difficult, and see how she met situation after situation
+unfamiliar to her. And so Carley's mind drifted on until at last she
+succumbed to drowsiness.
+
+
+A voice pierced her dreams of home, of warmth and comfort. Something
+sharp, cold, and fragrant was scratching her eyes. She opened them.
+Glenn stood over her, pushing a sprig of cedar into her face.
+
+"Carley, the day is far spent," he said, gayly. "We want to roll up your
+bedding. Will you get out of it?"
+
+"Hello, Glenn! What time is it?" she replied.
+
+"It's nearly six."
+
+"What!... Do you expect me to get up at that ungodly hour?"
+
+"We're all up. Flo's eating breakfast. It's going to be a bad day, I'm
+afraid. And we want to get packed and moving before it starts to rain."
+
+"Why do girls leave home?" she asked, tragically.
+
+"To make poor devils happy, of course," he replied, smiling down upon
+her.
+
+That smile made up to Carley for all the clamoring sensations of stiff,
+sore muscles. It made her ashamed that she could not fling herself into
+this adventure with all her heart. Carley essayed to sit up. "Oh, I'm
+afraid my anatomy has become disconnected!... Glenn, do I look a sight?"
+She never would have asked him that if she had not known she could bear
+inspection at such an inopportune moment.
+
+"You look great," he asserted, heartily. "You've got color. And as for
+your hair--I like to see it mussed that way. You were always one to have
+it dressed--just so.... Come, Carley, rustle now."
+
+Thus adjured, Carley did her best under adverse circumstances. And she
+was gritting her teeth and complimenting herself when she arrived at the
+task of pulling on her boots. They were damp and her feet appeared
+to have swollen. Moreover, her ankles were sore. But she accomplished
+getting into them at the expense of much pain and sundry utterances
+more forcible than elegant. Glenn brought her warm water, a mitigating
+circumstance. The morning was cold and thought of that biting desert
+water had been trying.
+
+"Shore you're doing fine," was Flo's greeting. "Come and get it before
+we throw it out."
+
+Carley made haste to comply with the Western mandate, and was once again
+confronted with the singular fact that appetite did not wait upon the
+troubles of a tenderfoot. Glenn remarked that at least she would not
+starve to death on the trip.
+
+"Come, climb the ridge with me," he invited. "I want you to take a look
+to the north and east."
+
+He led her off through the cedars, up a slow red-earth slope, away from
+the lake. A green moundlike eminence topped with flat red rock appeared
+near at hand and not at all a hard climb. Nevertheless, her eyes
+deceived her, as she found to the cost of her breath. It was both far
+away and high.
+
+"I like this location," said Glenn. "If I had the money I'd buy this
+section of land--six hundred and forty acres--and make a ranch of it.
+Just under this bluff is a fine open flat bench for a cabin. You could
+see away across the desert clear to Sunset Peak. There's a good spring
+of granite water. I'd run water from the lake down into the lower flats,
+and I'd sure raise some stock."
+
+"What do you call this place?" asked Carley, curiously.
+
+"Deep Lake. It's only a watering place for sheep and cattle. But there's
+fine grazing, and it's a wonder to me no one has ever settled here."
+
+Looking down, Carley appreciated his wish to own the place; and
+immediately there followed in her a desire to get possession of this
+tract of land before anyone else discovered its advantages, and to
+hold it for Glenn. But this would surely conflict with her intention
+of persuading Glenn to go back East. As quickly as her impulse had been
+born it died.
+
+Suddenly the scene gripped Carley. She looked from near to far, trying
+to grasp the illusive something. Wild lonely Arizona land! She saw
+ragged dumpy cedars of gray and green, lines of red earth, and a round
+space of water, gleaming pale under the lowering clouds; and in the
+distance isolated hills, strangely curved, wandering away to a black
+uplift of earth obscured in the sky.
+
+These appeared to be mere steps leading her sight farther and higher to
+the cloud-navigated sky, where rosy and golden effulgence betokened the
+sun and the east. Carley held her breath. A transformation was going on
+before her eyes.
+
+"Carley, it's a stormy sunrise," said Glenn.
+
+His words explained, but they did not convince. Was this sudden-bursting
+glory only the sun rising behind storm clouds? She could see the clouds
+moving while they were being colored. The universal gray surrendered
+under some magic paint brush. The rifts widened, and the gloom of the
+pale-gray world seemed to vanish. Beyond the billowy, rolling, creamy
+edges of clouds, white and pink, shone the soft exquisite fresh blue
+sky. And a blaze of fire, a burst of molten gold, sheered up from behind
+the rim of cloud and suddenly poured a sea of sunlight from east to
+west. It transfigured the round foothills. They seemed bathed in
+ethereal light, and the silver mists that overhung them faded while
+Carley gazed, and a rosy flush crowned the symmetrical domes. Southward
+along the horizon line, down-dropping veils of rain, just touched with
+the sunrise tint, streamed in drifting slow movement from cloud to
+earth. To the north the range of foothills lifted toward the majestic
+dome of Sunset Peak, a volcanic upheaval of red and purple cinders, bare
+as rock, round as the lower hills, and wonderful in its color. Full in
+the blaze of the rising sun it flaunted an unchangeable front. Carley
+understood now what had been told her about this peak. Volcanic fires
+had thrown up a colossal mound of cinders burned forever to the hues
+of the setting sun. In every light and shade of day it held true to its
+name. Farther north rose the bold bulk of the San Francisco Peaks,
+that, half lost in the clouds, still dominated the desert scene. Then as
+Carley gazed the rifts began to close. Another transformation began, the
+reverse of what she watched. The golden radiance of sunrise vanished,
+and under a gray, lowering, coalescing pall of cloud the round hills
+returned to their bleak somberness, and the green desert took again its
+cold sheen.
+
+"Wasn't it fine, Carley?" asked Glenn. "But nothing to what you will
+experience. I hope you stay till the weather gets warm. I want you to
+see a summer dawn on the Painted Desert, and a noon with the great white
+clouds rolling up from the horizon, and a sunset of massed purple and
+gold. If they do not get you then I'll give up."
+
+Carley murmured something of her appreciation of what she had just seen.
+Part of his remark hung on her ear, thought-provoking and disturbing. He
+hoped she would stay until summer! That was kind of him. But her visit
+must be short and she now intended it to end with his return East with
+her. If she did not persuade him to go he might not want to go for a
+while, as he had written--"just yet." Carley grew troubled in mind. Such
+mental disturbance, however, lasted no longer than her return with Glenn
+to camp, where the mustang Spillbeans stood ready for her to mount. He
+appeared to put one ear up, the other down, and to look at her with mild
+surprise, as if to say: "What--hello--tenderfoot! Are you going to ride
+me again?"
+
+Carley recalled that she had avowed she would ride him. There was no
+alternative, and her misgivings only made matters worse. Nevertheless,
+once in the saddle, she imagined she had the hallucination that to
+ride off so, with the long open miles ahead, was really thrilling. This
+remarkable state of mind lasted until Spillbeans began to trot, and
+then another day of misery beckoned to Carley with gray stretches of
+distance.
+
+She was to learn that misery, as well as bliss, can swallow up the
+hours. She saw the monotony of cedar trees, but with blurred eyes; she
+saw the ground clearly enough, for she was always looking down, hoping
+for sandy places or rocky places where her mustang could not trot.
+
+At noon the cavalcade ahead halted near a cabin and corral, which turned
+out to be a sheep ranch belonging to Hutter. Here Glenn was so busy that
+he had no time to devote to Carley. And Flo, who was more at home on
+a horse than on the ground, rode around everywhere with the men. Most
+assuredly Carley could not pass by the chance to get off Spillbeans and
+to walk a little. She found, however, that what she wanted most was to
+rest. The cabin was deserted, a dark, damp place with a rank odor. She
+did not stay long inside.
+
+Rain and snow began to fall, adding to what Carley felt to be a
+disagreeable prospect. The immediate present, however, was cheered by
+a cup of hot soup and some bread and butter which the herder Charley
+brought her. By and by Glenn and Hutter returned with Flo, and all
+partook of some lunch.
+
+All too soon Carley found herself astride the mustang again. Glenn
+helped her don the slicker, an abominable sticky rubber coat that
+bundled her up and tangled her feet round the stirrups. She was glad to
+find, though, that it served well indeed to protect her from raw wind
+and rain.
+
+"Where do we go from here?" Carley inquired, ironically.
+
+Glenn laughed in a way which proved to Carley that he knew perfectly
+well how she felt. Again his smile caused her self-reproach. Plain
+indeed was it that he had really expected more of her in the way of
+complaint and less of fortitude. Carley bit her lips.
+
+Thus began the afternoon ride. As it advanced the sky grew more
+threatening, the wind rawer, the cold keener, and the rain cut like
+little bits of sharp ice. It blew in Carley's face. Enough snow fell to
+whiten the open patches of ground. In an hour Carley realized that
+she had the hardest task of her life to ride to the end of the day's
+journey. No one could have guessed her plight. Glenn complimented her
+upon her adaptation to such unpleasant conditions. Flo evidently was on
+the lookout for the tenderfoot's troubles. But as Spillbeans, had taken
+to lagging at a walk, Carley was enabled to conceal all outward sign of
+her woes. It rained, hailed, sleeted, snowed, and grew colder all the
+time. Carley's feet became lumps of ice. Every step the mustang took
+sent acute pains ramifying from bruised and raw places all over her
+body.
+
+Once, finding herself behind the others and out of sight in the cedars,
+she got off to walk awhile, leading the mustang. This would not do,
+however, because she fell too far in the rear. Mounting again, she rode
+on, beginning to feel that nothing mattered, that this trip would be the
+end of Carley Burch. How she hated that dreary, cold, flat land the road
+bisected without end. It felt as if she rode hours to cover a mile. In
+open stretches she saw the whole party straggling along, separated from
+one another, and each for himself. They certainly could not be enjoying
+themselves. Carley shut her eyes, clutched the pommel of the saddle,
+trying to support her weight. How could she endure another mile? Alas!
+there might be many miles. Suddenly a terrible shock seemed to rack
+her. But it was only that Spillbeans had once again taken to a trot.
+Frantically she pulled on the bridle. He was not to be thwarted. Opening
+her eyes, she saw a cabin far ahead which probably was the destination
+for the night. Carley knew she would never reach it, yet she clung on
+desperately. What she dreaded was the return of that stablike pain in
+her side. It came, and life seemed something abject and monstrous. She
+rode stiff legged, with her hands propping her stiffly above the pommel,
+but the stabbing pain went right on, and in deeper. When the mustang
+halted his trot beside the other horses Carley was in the last
+extremity. Yet as Glenn came to her, offering a hand, she still hid her
+agony. Then Flo called out gayly: "Carley, you've done twenty-five miles
+on as rotten a day as I remember. Shore we all hand it to you. And I'm
+confessing I didn't think you'd ever stay the ride out. Spillbeans is
+the meanest nag we've got and he has the hardest gait."
+
+
+
+CHAPTER V
+
+Later Carley leaned back in a comfortable seat, before a blazing fire
+that happily sent its acrid smoke up the chimney, pondering ideas in her
+mind.
+
+There could be a relation to familiar things that was astounding in its
+revelation. To get off a horse that had tortured her, to discover an
+almost insatiable appetite, to rest weary, aching body before the genial
+warmth of a beautiful fire--these were experiences which Carley found
+to have been hitherto unknown delights. It struck her suddenly and
+strangely that to know the real truth about anything in life might
+require infinite experience and understanding. How could one feel
+immense gratitude and relief, or the delight of satisfying acute hunger,
+or the sweet comfort of rest, unless there had been circumstances of
+extreme contrast? She had been compelled to suffer cruelly on horseback
+in order to make her appreciate how good it was to get down on the
+ground. Otherwise she never would have known. She wondered, then, how
+true that principle might be in all experience. It gave strong food for
+thought. There were things in the world never before dreamed of in her
+philosophy.
+
+Carley was wondering if she were narrow and dense to circumstances of
+life differing from her own when a remark of Flo's gave pause to her
+reflections.
+
+"Shore the worst is yet to come." Flo had drawled.
+
+Carley wondered if this distressing statement had to do in some way with
+the rest of the trip. She stifled her curiosity. Painful knowledge of
+that sort would come quickly enough.
+
+"Flo, are you girls going to sleep here in the cabin?" inquired Glenn.
+
+"Shore. It's cold and wet outside," replied Flo.
+
+"Well, Felix, the Mexican herder, told me some Navajos had been bunking
+here."
+
+"Navajos? You mean Indians?" interposed Carley, with interest.
+
+"Shore do," said Flo. "I knew that. But don't mind Glenn. He's full of
+tricks, Carley. He'd give us a hunch to lie out in the wet."
+
+Hutter burst into his hearty laugh. "Wal, I'd rather get some things
+any day than a bad cold."
+
+"Shore I've had both," replied Flo, in her easy drawl, "and I'd prefer
+the cold. But for Carley's sake--"
+
+"Pray don't consider me," said Carley. The rather crude drift of the
+conversation affronted her.
+
+"Well, my dear," put in Glenn, "it's a bad night outside. We'll all make
+our beds here."
+
+"Glenn, you shore are a nervy fellow," drawled Flo.
+
+Long after everybody was in bed Carley lay awake in the blackness of the
+cabin, sensitively fidgeting and quivering over imaginative contact with
+creeping things. The fire had died out. A cold air passed through the
+room. On the roof pattered gusts of rain. Carley heard a rustling of
+mice. It did not seem possible that she could keep awake, yet she strove
+to do so. But her pangs of body, her extreme fatigue soon yielded to
+the quiet and rest of her bed, engendering a drowsiness that proved
+irresistible.
+
+Morning brought fair weather and sunshine, which helped to sustain
+Carley in her effort to brave out her pains and woes. Another
+disagreeable day would have forced her to humiliating defeat.
+Fortunately for her, the business of the men was concerned with the
+immediate neighborhood, in which they expected to stay all morning.
+
+"Flo, after a while persuade Carley to ride with you to the top of this
+first foothill," said Glenn. "It's not far, and it's worth a good deal
+to see the Painted Desert from there. The day is clear and the air free
+from dust."
+
+"Shore. Leave it to me. I want to get out of camp, anyhow. That
+conceited hombre, Lee Stanton, will be riding in here," answered Flo,
+laconically.
+
+The slight knowing smile on Glenn's face and the grinning disbelief
+on Mr. Hutter's were facts not lost upon Carley. And when Charley, the
+herder, deliberately winked at Carley, she conceived the idea that Flo,
+like many women, only ran off to be pursued. In some manner Carley did
+not seek to analyze, the purported advent of this Lee Stanton pleased
+her. But she did admit to her consciousness that women, herself
+included, were both as deep and mysterious as the sea, yet as
+transparent as an inch of crystal water.
+
+It happened that the expected newcomer rode into camp before anyone
+left. Before he dismounted he made a good impression on Carley, and
+as he stepped down in lazy, graceful action, a tall lithe figure, she
+thought him singularly handsome. He wore black sombrero, flannel shirt,
+blue jeans stuffed into high boots, and long, big-roweled spurs.
+
+"How are you-all?" was his greeting.
+
+From the talk that ensued between him and the men, Carley concluded
+that he must be overseer of the sheep hands. Carley knew that Hutter
+and Glenn were not interested in cattle raising. And in fact they were,
+especially Hutter, somewhat inimical to the dominance of the range land
+by cattle barons of Flagstaff.
+
+"When's Ryan goin' to dip?" asked Hutter.
+
+"Today or tomorrow," replied Stanton.
+
+"Reckon we ought to ride over," went on Hutter. "Say, Glenn, do you
+reckon Miss Carley could stand a sheep-dip?"
+
+This was spoken in a low tone, scarcely intended for Carley, but she had
+keen ears and heard distinctly. Not improbably this sheep-dip was what
+Flo meant as the worst to come. Carley adopted a listless posture to
+hide her keen desire to hear what Glenn would reply to Hutter.
+
+"I should say not!" whispered Glenn, fiercely.
+
+"Cut out that talk. She'll hear you and want to go."
+
+Whereupon Carley felt mount in her breast an intense and rebellious
+determination to see a sheep-dip. She would astonish Glenn. What did
+he want, anyway? Had she not withstood the torturing trot of the
+hardest-gaited horse on the range? Carley realized she was going to
+place considerable store upon that feat. It grew on her.
+
+When the consultation of the men ended, Lee Stanton turned to Flo. And
+Carley did not need to see the young man look twice to divine what ailed
+him. He was caught in the toils of love. But seeing through Flo Hutter
+was entirely another matter.
+
+"Howdy, Lee!" she said, coolly, with her clear eyes on him. A tiny frown
+knitted her brow. She did not, at the moment, entirely approve of him.
+
+"Shore am glad to see you, Flo," he said, with rather a heavy expulsion
+of breath. He wore a cheerful grin that in no wise deceived Flo, or
+Carley either. The young man had a furtive expression of eye.
+
+"Ahuh!" returned Flo.
+
+"I was shore sorry about--about that--" he floundered, in low voice.
+
+"About what?"
+
+"Aw, you know, Flo."
+
+Carley strolled out of hearing, sure of two things--that she felt rather
+sorry for Stanton, and that his course of love did not augur well for
+smooth running. What queer creatures were women! Carley had seen several
+million coquettes, she believed; and assuredly Flo Hutter belonged to
+the species.
+
+Upon Carley's return to the cabin she found Stanton and Flo waiting for
+her to accompany them on a ride up the foothill. She was so stiff and
+sore that she could hardly mount into the saddle; and the first mile
+of riding was something like a nightmare. She lagged behind Flo and
+Stanton, who apparently forgot her in their quarrel.
+
+The riders soon struck the base of a long incline of rocky ground that
+led up to the slope of the foothill. Here rocks and gravel gave place
+to black cinders out of which grew a scant bleached grass. This desert
+verdure was what lent the soft gray shade to the foothill when seen from
+a distance. The slope was gentle, so that the ascent did not entail any
+hardship. Carley was amazed at the length of the slope, and also to
+see how high over the desert she was getting. She felt lifted out of a
+monotonous level. A green-gray league-long cedar forest extended down
+toward Oak Creek. Behind her the magnificent bulk of the mountains
+reached up into the stormy clouds, showing white slopes of snow under
+the gray pall.
+
+The hoofs of the horses sank in the cinders. A fine choking dust
+assailed Carley's nostrils. Presently, when there appeared at least a
+third of the ascent still to be accomplished and Flo dismounted to walk,
+leading their horses. Carley had no choice but to do likewise. At first
+walking was a relief. Soon, however, the soft yielding cinders began to
+drag at her feet. At every step she slipped back a few inches, a very
+annoying feature of climbing. When her legs seemed to grow dead Carley
+paused for a little rest. The last of the ascent, over a few hundred
+yards of looser cinders, taxed her remaining strength to the limit. She
+grew hot and wet and out of breath. Her heart labored. An unreasonable
+antipathy seemed to attend her efforts. Only her ridiculous vanity held
+her to this task. She wanted to please Glenn, but not so earnestly that
+she would have kept on plodding up this ghastly bare mound of cinders.
+Carley did not mind being a tenderfoot, but she hated the thought of
+these Westerners considering her a weakling. So she bore the pain of
+raw blisters and the miserable sensation of staggering on under a leaden
+weight.
+
+Several times she noted that Flo and Stanton halted to face each other
+in rather heated argument. At least Stanton's red face and forceful
+gestures attested to heat on his part. Flo evidently was weary of
+argument, and in answer to a sharp reproach she retorted, "Shore I
+was different after he came." To which Stanton responded by a quick
+passionate shrinking as if he had been stung.
+
+Carley had her own reaction to this speech she could not help hearing;
+and inwardly, at least, her feeling must have been similar to Stanton's.
+She forgot the object of this climb and looked off to her right at the
+green level without really seeing it. A vague sadness weighed upon her
+soul. Was there to be a tangle of fates here, a conflict of wills, a
+crossing of loves? Flo's terse confession could not be taken lightly.
+Did she mean that she loved Glenn? Carley began to fear it. Only another
+reason why she must persuade Glenn to go back East! But the closer
+Carley came to what she divined must be an ordeal the more she dreaded
+it. This raw, crude West might have confronted her with a situation
+beyond her control. And as she dragged her weighted feet through the
+cinders, kicking, up little puffs of black dust, she felt what she
+admitted to be an unreasonable resentment toward these Westerners and
+their barren, isolated, and boundless world.
+
+"Carley," called Flo, "come--looksee, as the Indians say. Here is
+Glenn's Painted Desert, and I reckon it's shore worth seeing."
+
+To Carley's surprise, she found herself upon the knob of the foothill.
+And when she looked out across a suddenly distinguishable void she
+seemed struck by the immensity of something she was unable to grasp. She
+dropped her bridle; she gazed slowly, as if drawn, hearing Flo's voice.
+
+"That thin green line of cottonwoods down there is the Little Colorado
+River," Flo was saying. "Reckon it's sixty miles, all down hill. The
+Painted Desert begins there and also the Navajo Reservation. You see the
+white strips, the red veins, the yellow bars, the black lines. They are
+all desert steps leading up and up for miles. That sharp black peak
+is called Wildcat. It's about a hundred miles. You see the desert
+stretching away to the right, growing dim--lost in distance? We don't
+know that country. But that north country we know as landmarks, anyway.
+Look at that saw-tooth range. The Indians call it Echo Cliffs. At
+the far end it drops off into the Colorado River. Lee's Ferry is
+there--about one hundred and sixty miles. That ragged black rent is the
+Grand Canyon. Looks like a thread, doesn't it? But Carley, it's some
+hole, believe me. Away to the left you see the tremendous wall rising
+and turning to come this way. That's the north wall of the Canyon. It
+ends at the great bluff--Greenland Point. See the black fringe above the
+bar of gold. That's a belt of pine trees. It's about eighty miles across
+this ragged old stone washboard of a desert. ... Now turn and look
+straight and strain your sight over Wildcat. See the rim purple dome.
+You must look hard. I'm glad it's clear and the sun is shining. We don't
+often get this view.... That purple dome is Navajo Mountain, two hundred
+miles and more away!"
+
+Carley yielded to some strange drawing power and slowly walked forward
+until she stood at the extreme edge of the summit.
+
+What was it that confounded her sight? Desert slope--down and
+down--color--distance--space! The wind that blew in her face seemed
+to have the openness of the whole world back of it. Cold, sweet,
+dry, exhilarating, it breathed of untainted vastness. Carley's memory
+pictures of the Adirondacks faded into pastorals; her vaunted images
+of European scenery changed to operetta settings. She had nothing with
+which to compare this illimitable space.
+
+"Oh!--America!" was her unconscious tribute.
+
+Stanton and Flo had come on to places beside her. The young man laughed.
+"Wal, now Miss Carley, you couldn't say more. When I was in camp
+trainin' for service overseas I used to remember how this looked. An' it
+seemed one of the things I was goin' to fight for. Reckon I didn't the
+idea of the Germans havin' my Painted Desert. I didn't get across to
+fight for it, but I shore was willin'."
+
+"You see, Carley, this is our America," said Flo, softly.
+
+Carley had never understood the meaning of the word. The immensity of
+the West seemed flung at her. What her vision beheld, so far-reaching
+and boundless, was only a dot on the map.
+
+"Does any one live--out there?" she asked, with slow sweep of hand.
+
+"A few white traders and some Indian tribes," replied Stanton. "But you
+can ride all day an' next day an' never see a livin' soul."
+
+What was the meaning of the gratification in his voice? Did Westerners
+court loneliness? Carley wrenched her gaze from the desert void to look
+at her companions. Stanton's eyes were narrowed; his expression had
+changed; lean and hard and still, his face resembled bronze. The
+careless humor was gone, as was the heated flush of his quarrel with
+Flo. The girl, too, had subtly changed, had responded to an influence
+that had subdued and softened her. She was mute; her eyes held a light,
+comprehensive and all-embracing; she was beautiful then. For Carley,
+quick to read emotion, caught a glimpse of a strong, steadfast soul that
+spiritualized the brown freckled face.
+
+Carley wheeled to gaze out and down into this incomprehensible abyss,
+and on to the far up-flung heights, white and red and yellow, and so
+on to the wonderful mystic haze of distance. The significance of Flo's
+designation of miles could not be grasped by Carley. She could not
+estimate distance. But she did not need that to realize her perceptions
+were swallowed up by magnitude. Hitherto the power of her eyes had been
+unknown. How splendid to see afar! She could see--yes--but what did she
+see? Space first, annihilating space, dwarfing her preconceived images,
+and then wondrous colors! What had she known of color? No wonder artists
+failed adequately and truly to paint mountains, let alone the desert
+space. The toiling millions of the crowded cities were ignorant of this
+terrible beauty and sublimity. Would it have helped them to see? But
+just to breathe that untainted air, just to see once the boundless open
+of colored sand and rock--to realize what the freedom of eagles meant
+would not that have helped anyone?
+
+And with the thought there came to Carley's quickened and struggling
+mind a conception of freedom. She had not yet watched eagles, but she
+now gazed out into their domain. What then must be the effect of such
+environment on people whom it encompassed? The idea stunned Carley.
+Would such people grow in proportion to the nature with which they
+were in conflict? Hereditary influence could not be comparable to such
+environment in the shaping of character.
+
+"Shore I could stand here all day," said Flo. "But it's beginning to
+cloud over and this high wind is cold. So we'd better go, Carley."
+
+"I don't know what I am, but it's not cold," replied Carley.
+
+"Wal, Miss Carley, I reckon you'll have to come again an' again before
+you get a comfortable feelin' here," said Stanton.
+
+It surprised Carley to see that this young Westerner had hit upon
+the truth. He understood her. Indeed she was uncomfortable. She was
+oppressed, vaguely unhappy. But why? The thing there--the infinitude of
+open sand and rock--was beautiful, wonderful, even glorious. She looked
+again.
+
+Steep black-cindered slope, with its soft gray patches of grass, sheered
+down and down, and out in rolling slope to merge upon a cedar-dotted
+level. Nothing moved below, but a red-tailed hawk sailed across her
+vision. How still--how gray the desert floor as it reached away, losing
+its black dots, and gaining bronze spots of stone! By plain and prairie
+it fell away, each inch of gray in her sight magnifying into its
+league-long roll. On and on, and down across dark lines that were
+steppes, and at last blocked and changed by the meandering green thread
+which was the verdure of a desert river. Beyond stretched the white
+sand, where whirlwinds of dust sent aloft their funnel-shaped spouts;
+and it led up to the horizon-wide ribs and ridges of red and walls of
+yellow and mountains of black, to the dim mound of purple so ethereal
+and mystic against the deep-blue cloud-curtained band of sky.
+
+And on the moment the sun was obscured and that world of colorful flame
+went out, as if a blaze had died.
+
+Deprived of its fire, the desert seemed to retreat, to fade coldly and
+gloomily, to lose its great landmarks in dim obscurity. Closer, around
+to the north, the canyon country yawned with innumerable gray jaws,
+ragged and hard, and the riven earth took on a different character. It
+had no shadows. It grew flat and, like the sea, seemed to mirror
+the vast gray cloud expanse. The sublime vanished, but the desolate
+remained. No warmth--no movement--no life! Dead stone it was, cut into a
+million ruts by ruthless ages. Carley felt that she was gazing down into
+chaos.
+
+At this moment, as before, a hawk had crossed her vision, so now a raven
+sailed by, black as coal, uttering a hoarse croak.
+
+"Quoth the raven--" murmured Carley, with a half-bitter laugh, as she
+turned away shuddering in spite of an effort of self-control. "Maybe he
+meant this wonderful and terrible West is never for such as I.... Come,
+let us go."
+
+Carley rode all that afternoon in the rear of the caravan, gradually
+succumbing to the cold raw wind and the aches and pains to which she had
+subjected her flesh. Nevertheless, she finished the day's journey, and,
+sorely as she needed Glenn's kindly hand, she got off her horse without
+aid.
+
+Camp was made at the edge of the devastated timber zone that Carley
+had found so dispiriting. A few melancholy pines were standing, and
+everywhere, as far as she could see southward, were blackened fallen
+trees and stumps. It was a dreary scene. The few cattle grazing on
+the bleached grass appeared as melancholy as the pines. The sun shone
+fitfully at sunset, and then sank, leaving the land to twilight and
+shadows.
+
+Once in a comfortable seat beside the camp fire, Carley had no further
+desire to move. She was so far exhausted and weary that she could no
+longer appreciate the blessing of rest. Appetite, too, failed her this
+meal time. Darkness soon settled down. The wind moaned through the
+pines. She was indeed glad to crawl into bed, and not even the thought
+of skunks could keep her awake.
+
+Morning disclosed the fact that gray clouds had been blown away. The
+sun shone bright upon a white-frosted land. The air was still. Carley
+labored at her task of rising, and brushing her hair, and pulling on
+her boots; and it appeared her former sufferings were as naught compared
+with the pangs of this morning. How she hated the cold, the bleak,
+denuded forest land, the emptiness, the roughness, the crudeness! If
+this sort of feeling grew any worse she thought she would hate Glenn.
+Yet she was nonetheless set upon going on, and seeing the sheep-dip, and
+riding that fiendish mustang until the trip was ended.
+
+Getting in the saddle and on the way this morning was an ordeal that
+made Carley actually sick. Glenn and Flo both saw how it was with
+her, and they left her to herself. Carley was grateful for this
+understanding. It seemed to proclaim their respect. She found further
+matter for satisfaction in the astonishing circumstance that after
+the first dreadful quarter of an hour in the saddle she began to feel
+easier. And at the end of several hours of riding she was not suffering
+any particular pain, though she was weaker.
+
+At length the cut-over land ended in a forest of straggling pines,
+through which the road wound southward, and eventually down into a wide
+shallow canyon. Through the trees Carley saw a stream of water, open
+fields of green, log fences and cabins, and blue smoke. She heard the
+chug of a gasoline engine and the baa-baa of sheep. Glenn waited for
+her to catch up with him, and he said: "Carley, this is one of Hutter's
+sheep camps. It's not a--a very pleasant place. You won't care to see
+the sheep-dip. So I'm suggesting you wait here--"
+
+"Nothing doing, Glenn," she interrupted. "I'm going to see what there is
+to see."
+
+"But, dear--the men--the way they handle sheep--they'll--really it's no
+sight for you," he floundered.
+
+"Why not?" she inquired, eying him.
+
+"Because, Carley--you know how you hate the--the seamy side of things.
+And the stench--why, it'll make you sick!"
+
+"Glenn, be on the level," she said. "Suppose it does. Wouldn't you think
+more of me if I could stand it?"
+
+"Why, yes," he replied, reluctantly, smiling at her, "I would. But I
+wanted to spare you. This trip has been hard. I'm sure proud of you.
+And, Carley--you can overdo it. Spunk is not everything. You simply
+couldn't stand this."
+
+"Glenn, how little you know a woman!" she exclaimed. "Come along and
+show me your old sheep-dip."
+
+They rode out of the woods into an open valley that might have been
+picturesque if it had not been despoiled by the work of man. A log fence
+ran along the edge of open ground and a mud dam held back a pool of
+stagnant water, slimy and green. As Carley rode on the baa-baa of sheep
+became so loud that she could scarcely hear Glenn talking.
+
+Several log cabins, rough hewn and gray with age, stood down inside the
+inclosure; and beyond there were large corrals. From the other side of
+these corrals came sounds of rough voices of men, a trampling of hoofs,
+heavy splashes, the beat of an engine, and the incessant baaing of the
+sheep.
+
+At this point the members of Hutter's party dismounted and tied their
+horses to the top log of the fence. When Carley essayed to get off Glenn
+tried to stop her, saying she could see well enough from there. But
+Carley got down and followed Flo. She heard Hutter call to Glenn: "Say,
+Ryan is short of men. We'll lend a hand for a couple of hours."
+
+Presently Carley reached Flo's side and the first corral that contained
+sheep. They formed a compact woolly mass, rather white in color, with a
+tinge of pink. When Flo climbed up on the fence the flock plunged as
+one animal and with a trampling roar ran to the far side of the corral.
+Several old rams with wide curling horns faced around; and some of
+the ewes climbed up on the densely packed mass. Carley rather enjoyed
+watching them. She surely could not see anything amiss in this sight.
+
+The next corral held a like number of sheep, and also several Mexicans
+who were evidently driving them into a narrow lane that led farther
+down. Carley saw the heads of men above other corral fences, and there
+was also a thick yellowish smoke rising from somewhere.
+
+"Carley, are you game to see the dip?" asked Flo, with good nature that
+yet had a touch of taunt in it.
+
+"That's my middle name," retorted Carley, flippantly.
+
+Both Glenn and this girl seemed to be bent upon bringing out Carley's
+worst side, and they were succeeding. Flo laughed. The ready slang
+pleased her.
+
+She led Carley along that log fence, through a huge open gate, and
+across a wide pen to another fence, which she scaled. Carley followed
+her, not particularly overanxious to look ahead. Some thick odor had
+begun to reach Carley's delicate nostrils. Flo led down a short lane and
+climbed another fence, and sat astride the top log. Carley hurried along
+to clamber up to her side, but stood erect with her feet on the second
+log of the fence.
+
+Then a horrible stench struck Carley almost like a blow in the face, and
+before her confused sight there appeared to be drifting smoke and active
+men and running sheep, all against a background of mud. But at first it
+was the odor that caused Carley to close her eyes and press her knees
+hard against the upper log to keep from reeling. Never in her life had
+such a sickening nausea assailed her. It appeared to attack her whole
+body. The forerunning qualm of seasickness was as nothing to this.
+Carley gave a gasp, pinched her nose between her fingers so she could
+not smell, and opened her eyes.
+
+Directly beneath her was a small pen open at one end into which sheep
+were being driven from the larger corral. The drivers were yelling. The
+sheep in the rear plunged into those ahead of them, forcing them on. Two
+men worked in this small pen. One was a brawny giant in undershirt and
+overalls that appeared filthy. He held a cloth in his hand and strode
+toward the nearest sheep. Folding the cloth round the neck of the sheep,
+he dragged it forward, with an ease which showed great strength, and
+threw it into a pit that yawned at the side. Souse went the sheep into
+a murky, muddy pool and disappeared. But suddenly its head came up and
+then its shoulders. And it began half to walk and half swim down what
+appeared to be a narrow boxlike ditch that contained other floundering
+sheep. Then Carley saw men on each side of this ditch bending over with
+poles that had crooks at the end, and their work was to press and pull
+the sheep along to the end of the ditch, and drive them up a boarded
+incline into another corral where many other sheep huddled, now a dirty
+muddy color like the liquid into which they had been emersed. Souse!
+Splash! In went sheep after sheep. Occasionally one did not go under.
+And then a man would press it under with the crook and quickly lift its
+head. The work went on with precision and speed, in spite of the yells
+and trampling and baa-baas, and the incessant action that gave an effect
+of confusion.
+
+Carley saw a pipe leading from a huge boiler to the ditch. The dark
+fluid was running out of it. From a rusty old engine with big smokestack
+poured the strangling smoke. A man broke open a sack of yellow powder
+and dumped it into the ditch. Then he poured an acid-like liquid after
+it.
+
+"Sulphur and nicotine," yelled Flo up at Carley. "The dip's poison. If
+a sheep opens his mouth he's usually a goner. But sometimes they save
+one."
+
+Carley wanted to tear herself away from this disgusting spectacle. But
+it held her by some fascination. She saw Glenn and Hutter fall in line
+with the other men, and work like beavers. These two pacemakers in the
+small pen kept the sheep coming so fast that every worker below had a
+task cut out for him. Suddenly Flo squealed and pointed.
+
+"There! that sheep didn't come up," she cried. "Shore he opened his
+mouth."
+
+Then Carley saw Glenn energetically plunge his hooked pole in and out
+and around until he had located the submerged sheep. He lifted its
+head above the dip. The sheep showed no sign of life. Down on his knees
+dropped Glenn, to reach the sheep with strong brown hands, and to haul
+it up on the ground, where it flopped inert. Glenn pummeled it and
+pressed it, and worked on it much as Carley had seen a life-guard work
+over a half-drowned man. But the sheep did not respond to Glenn's active
+administrations.
+
+"No use, Glenn," yelled Hutter, hoarsely. "That one's a goner."
+
+Carley did not fail to note the state of Glenn's hands and arms and
+overalls when he returned to the ditch work. Then back and forth
+Carley's gaze went from one end to the other of that scene. And suddenly
+it was arrested and held by the huge fellow who handled the sheep so
+brutally. Every time he dragged one and threw it into the pit he yelled:
+"Ho! Ho!" Carley was impelled to look at his face, and she was amazed to
+meet the rawest and boldest stare from evil eyes that had ever been her
+misfortune to incite. She felt herself stiffen with a shock that was
+unfamiliar. This man was scarcely many years older than Glenn, yet he
+had grizzled hair, a seamed and scarred visage, coarse, thick lips, and
+beetling brows, from under which peered gleaming light eyes. At every
+turn he flashed them upon Carley's face, her neck, the swell of her
+bosom. It was instinct that caused her hastily to close her riding coat.
+She felt as if her flesh had been burned. Like a snake he fascinated
+her. The intelligence in his bold gaze made the beastliness of it all
+the harder to endure, all the stronger to arouse.
+
+"Come, Carley, let's rustle out of this stinkin' mess," cried Flo.
+
+Indeed, Carley needed Flo's assistance in clambering down out of the
+choking smoke and horrid odor.
+
+"Adios, pretty eyes," called the big man from the pen.
+
+"Well," ejaculated Flo, when they got out, "I'll bet I call Glenn good
+and hard for letting you go down there."
+
+"It was--my--fault," panted Carley. "I said I'd stand it."
+
+"Oh, you're game, all right. I didn't mean the dip.... That
+sheep-slinger is Haze Ruff, the toughest hombre on this range. Shore,
+now, wouldn't I like to take a shot at him?... I'm going to tell dad and
+Glenn."
+
+"Please don't," returned Carley, appealingly.
+
+"I shore am. Dad needs hands these days. That's why he's lenient. But
+Glenn will cowhide Ruff and I want to see him do it."
+
+In Flo Hutter then Carley saw another and a different spirit of the
+West, a violence unrestrained and fierce that showed in the girl's even
+voice and in the piercing light of her eyes.
+
+They went back to the horses, got their lunches from the saddlebags,
+and, finding comfortable seats in a sunny, protected place, they ate
+and talked. Carley had to force herself to swallow. It seemed that the
+horrid odor of dip and sheep had permeated everything. Glenn had known
+her better than she had known herself, and he had wished to spare her an
+unnecessary and disgusting experience. Yet so stubborn was Carley that
+she did not regret going through with it.
+
+"Carley, I don't mind telling you that you've stuck it out better than
+any tenderfoot we ever had here," said Flo.
+
+"Thank you. That from a Western girl is a compliment I'll not soon
+forget," replied Carley.
+
+"I shore mean it. We've had rotten weather. And to end the little trip
+at this sheep-dip hole! Why, Glenn certainly wanted you to stack up
+against the real thing!"
+
+"Flo, he did not want me to come on the trip, and especially here,"
+protested Carley.
+
+"Shore I know. But he let you."
+
+"Neither Glenn nor any other man could prevent me from doing what I
+wanted to do."
+
+"Well, if you'll excuse me," drawled Flo, "I'll differ with you. I
+reckon Glenn Kilbourne is not the man you knew before the war."
+
+"No, he is not. But that does not alter the case."
+
+"Carley, we're not well acquainted," went on Flo, more carefully feeling
+her way, "and I'm not your kind. I don't know your Eastern ways. But I
+know what the West does to a man. The war ruined your friend--both his
+body and mind.... How sorry mother and I were for Glenn, those days
+when it looked he'd sure 'go west,' for good!... Did you know he'd been
+gassed and that he had five hemorrhages?"
+
+"Oh! I knew his lungs had been weakened by gas. But he never told me
+about having hemorrhages."
+
+"Well, he shore had them. The last one I'll never forget. Every time
+he'd cough it would fetch the blood. I could tell!... Oh, it was awful.
+I begged him not to cough. He smiled--like a ghost smiling--and he
+whispered, 'I'll quit.'... And he did. The doctor came from Flagstaff
+and packed him in ice. Glenn sat propped up all night and never moved a
+muscle. Never coughed again! And the bleeding stopped. After that we
+put him out on the porch where he could breathe fresh air all the time.
+There's something wonderfully healing in Arizona air. It's from the dry
+desert and here it's full of cedar and pine. Anyway Glenn got well. And
+I think the West has cured his mind, too."
+
+"Of what?" queried Carley, in an intense curiosity she could scarcely
+hide.
+
+"Oh, God only knows!" exclaimed Flo, throwing up her gloved hands. "I
+never could understand. But I hated what the war did to him."
+
+Carley leaned back against the log, quite spent. Flo was unwittingly
+torturing her. Carley wanted passionately to give in to jealousy of this
+Western girl, but she could not do it. Flo Hutter deserved better than
+that. And Carley's baser nature seemed in conflict with all that was
+noble in her. The victory did not yet go to either side. This was a bad
+hour for Carley. Her strength had about played out, and her spirit was
+at low ebb.
+
+"Carley, you're all in," declared Flo. "You needn't deny it. I'm shore
+you've made good with me as a tenderfoot who stayed the limit. But
+there's no sense in your killing yourself, nor in me letting you. So I'm
+going to tell dad we want to go home."
+
+She left Carley there. The word home had struck strangely into Carley's
+mind and remained there. Suddenly she realized what it was to be
+homesick. The comfort, the ease, the luxury, the rest, the sweetness,
+the pleasure, the cleanliness, the gratification to eye and ear--to all
+the senses--how these thoughts came to haunt her! All of Carley's will
+power had been needed to sustain her on this trip to keep her from
+miserably failing. She had not failed. But contact with the West had
+affronted, disgusted, shocked, and alienated her. In that moment she
+could not be fair minded; she knew it; she did not care.
+
+Carley gazed around her. Only one of the cabins was in sight from this
+position. Evidently it was a home for some of these men. On one side the
+peaked rough roof had been built out beyond the wall, evidently to serve
+as a kind of porch. On that wall hung the motliest assortment of things
+Carley had ever seen--utensils, sheep and cow hides, saddles, harness,
+leather clothes, ropes, old sombreros, shovels, stove pipe, and many
+other articles for which she could find no name. The most striking
+characteristic manifest in this collection was that of service. How
+they had been used! They had enabled people to live under primitive
+conditions. Somehow this fact inhibited Carley's sense of repulsion at
+their rude and uncouth appearance. Had any of her forefathers ever been
+pioneers? Carley did not know, but the thought was disturbing. It was
+thought-provoking. Many times at home, when she was dressing for dinner,
+she had gazed into the mirror at the graceful lines of her throat and
+arms, at the proud poise of her head, at the alabaster whiteness of her
+skin, and wonderingly she had asked of her image: "Can it be possible
+that I am a descendant of cavemen?" She had never been able to realize
+it, yet she knew it was true. Perhaps somewhere not far back along her
+line there had been a great-great-grandmother who had lived some kind of
+a primitive life, using such implements and necessaries as hung on this
+cabin wall, and thereby helped some man to conquer the wilderness, to
+live in it, and reproduce his kind. Like flashes Glenn's words came back
+to Carley--"Work and children!"
+
+Some interpretation of his meaning and how it related to this hour held
+aloof from Carley. If she would ever be big enough to understand it and
+broad enough to accept it the time was far distant. Just now she was
+sore and sick physically, and therefore certainly not in a receptive
+state of mind. Yet how could she have keener impressions than these she
+was receiving? It was all a problem. She grew tired of thinking. But
+even then her mind pondered on, a stream of consciousness over which she
+had no control. This dreary woods was deserted. No birds, no squirrels,
+no creatures such as fancy anticipated! In another direction, across the
+canyon, she saw cattle, gaunt, ragged, lumbering, and stolid. And on the
+moment the scent of sheep came on the breeze. Time seemed to stand still
+here, and what Carley wanted most was for the hours and days to fly, so
+that she would be home again.
+
+At last Flo returned with the men. One quick glance at Glenn convinced
+Carley that Flo had not yet told him about the sheep dipper, Haze Ruff.
+
+"Carley, you're a real sport," declared Glenn, with the rare smile she
+loved. "It's a dreadful mess. And to think you stood it!... Why, old
+Fifth Avenue, if you needed to make another hit with me you've done it!"
+
+His warmth amazed and pleased Carley. She could not quite understand
+why it would have made any difference to him whether she had stood the
+ordeal or not. But then every day she seemed to drift a little farther
+from a real understanding of her lover. His praise gladdened her, and
+fortified her to face the rest of this ride back to Oak Creek.
+
+Four hours later, in a twilight so shadowy that no one saw her distress,
+Carley half slipped and half fell from her horse and managed somehow to
+mount the steps and enter the bright living room. A cheerful red fire
+blazed on the hearth; Glenn's hound, Moze, trembled eagerly at sight of
+her and looked up with humble dark eyes; the white-clothed dinner table
+steamed with savory dishes. Flo stood before the blaze, warming her
+hands. Lee Stanton leaned against the mantel, with eyes on her, and
+every line of his lean, hard face expressed his devotion to her.
+Hutter was taking his seat at the head of the table. "Come an' get
+it--you-all," he called, heartily. Mrs. Hutter's face beamed with the
+spirit of that home. And lastly, Carley saw Glenn waiting for her,
+watching her come, true in this very moment to his stern hope for her
+and pride in her, as she dragged her weary, spent body toward him and
+the bright fire.
+
+By these signs, or the effect of them, Carley vaguely realized that she
+was incalculably changing, that this Carley Burch had become a vastly
+bigger person in the sight of her friends, and strangely in her own a
+lesser creature.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VI
+
+If spring came at all to Oak Creek Canyon it warmed into summer before
+Carley had time to languish with the fever characteristic of early June
+in the East.
+
+As if by magic it seemed the green grass sprang up, the green buds
+opened into leaves, the bluebells and primroses bloomed, the apple and
+peach blossoms burst exquisitely white and pink against the blue sky.
+Oak Creek fell to a transparent, beautiful brook, leisurely eddying in
+the stone walled nooks, hurrying with murmur and babble over the little
+falls. The mornings broke clear and fragrantly cool, the noon hours
+seemed to lag under a hot sun, the nights fell like dark mantles from
+the melancholy star-sown sky.
+
+Carley had stubbornly kept on riding and climbing until she killed her
+secret doubt that she was really a thoroughbred, until she satisfied her
+own insistent vanity that she could train to a point where this outdoor
+life was not too much for her strength. She lost flesh despite increase
+of appetite; she lost her pallor for a complexion of gold-brown she knew
+her Eastern friends would admire; she wore out the blisters and aches
+and pains; she found herself growing firmer of muscle, lither of line,
+deeper of chest. And in addition to these physical manifestations there
+were subtle intimations of a delight in a freedom of body she had never
+before known, of an exhilaration in action that made her hot and made
+her breathe, of a sloughing off of numberless petty and fussy and
+luxurious little superficialities which she had supposed were necessary
+to her happiness. What she had undertaken in vain conquest of Glenn's
+pride and Flo Hutter's Western tolerance she had found to be a
+boomerang. She had won Glenn's admiration; she had won the Western
+girl's recognition. But her passionate, stubborn desire had been
+ignoble, and was proved so by the rebound of her achievement, coming
+home to her with a sweetness she had not the courage to accept. She
+forced it from her. This West with its rawness, its ruggedness, she
+hated.
+
+Nevertheless, the June days passed, growing dreamily swift, growing more
+incomprehensibly full; and still she had not broached to Glenn the main
+object of her visit--to take him back East. Yet a little while
+longer! She hated his work and had not talked of that. Yet an honest
+consciousness told her that as time flew by she feared more and more to
+tell him that he was wasting his life there and that she could not bear
+it. Still was he wasting it? Once in a while a timid and unfamiliar
+Carley Burch voiced a pregnant query. Perhaps what held Carley back most
+was the happiness she achieved in her walks and rides with Glenn. She
+lingered because of them. Every day she loved him more, and yet--there
+was something. Was it in her or in him? She had a woman's assurance of
+his love and sometimes she caught her breath--so sweet and strong was
+the tumultuous emotion it stirred. She preferred to enjoy while she
+could, to dream instead of think. But it was not possible to hold a
+blank, dreamy, lulled consciousness all the time. Thought would return.
+And not always could she drive away a feeling that Glenn would never be
+her slave. She divined something in his mind that kept him gentle and
+kindly, restrained always, sometimes melancholy and aloof, as if he
+were an impassive destiny waiting for the iron consequences he knew
+inevitably must fall. What was this that he knew which she did not know?
+The idea haunted her. Perhaps it was that which compelled her to use all
+her woman's wiles and charms on Glenn. Still, though it thrilled her to
+see she made him love her more as the days passed, she could not blind
+herself to the truth that no softness or allurement of hers changed this
+strange restraint in him. How that baffled her! Was it resistance or
+knowledge or nobility or doubt?
+
+Flo Hutter's twentieth birthday came along the middle of June, and all
+the neighbors and range hands for miles around were invited to celebrate
+it.
+
+For the second time during her visit Carley put on the white gown that
+had made Flo gasp with delight, and had stunned Mrs. Hutter, and had
+brought a reluctant compliment from Glenn. Carley liked to create a
+sensation. What were exquisite and expensive gowns for, if not that?
+
+It was twilight on this particular June night when she was ready to go
+downstairs, and she tarried a while on the long porch. The evening star,
+so lonely and radiant, so cold and passionless in the dusky blue, had
+become an object she waited for and watched, the same as she had come
+to love the dreaming, murmuring melody of the waterfall. She lingered
+there. What had the sights and sounds and smells of this wild canyon
+come to mean to her? She could not say. But they had changed her
+immeasurably.
+
+Her soft slippers made no sound on the porch, and as she turned
+the corner of the house, where shadows hovered thick, she heard Lee
+Stanton's voice:
+
+"But, Flo, you loved me before Kilbourne came."
+
+The content, the pathos, of his voice chained Carley to the spot. Some
+situations, like fate, were beyond resisting.
+
+"Shore I did," replied Flo, dreamily. This was the voice of a girl who
+was being confronted by happy and sad thoughts on her birthday.
+
+"Don't you--love me--still?" he asked, huskily.
+
+"Why, of course, Lee! I don't change," she said.
+
+"But then, why--" There for the moment his utterance or courage failed.
+
+"Lee, do you want the honest to God's truth?"
+
+"I reckon--I do."
+
+"Well, I love you just as I always did," replied Flo, earnestly. "But,
+Lee, I love him more than you or anybody."
+
+"My Heaven! Flo--you'll ruin us all!" he exclaimed, hoarsely.
+
+"No, I won't either. You can't say I'm not level headed. I hated to tell
+you this, Lee, but you made me."
+
+"Flo, you love me an' him--two men?" queried Stanton, incredulously.
+
+"I shore do," she drawled, with a soft laugh. "And it's no fun."
+
+"Reckon I don't cut much of a figure alongside Kilbourne," said Stanton,
+disconsolately.
+
+"Lee, you could stand alongside any man," replied Flo, eloquently.
+"You're Western, and you're steady and loyal, and you'll--well, some
+day you'll be like dad. Could I say more?... But, Lee, this man is
+different. He is wonderful. I can't explain it, but I feel it. He has
+been through hell's fire. Oh! will I ever forget his ravings when he
+lay so ill? He means more to me than just one man. He's American. You're
+American, too, Lee, and you trained to be a soldier, and you would have
+made a grand one--if I know old Arizona. But you were not called to
+France.... Glenn Kilbourne went. God only knows what that means. But he
+went. And there's the difference. I saw the wreck of him. I did a little
+to save his life and his mind. I wouldn't be an American girl if I
+didn't love him.... Oh, Lee, can't you understand?"
+
+"I reckon so. I'm not begrudging Glenn what--what you care. I'm only
+afraid I'll lose you."
+
+"I never promised to marry you, did I?"
+
+"Not in words. But kisses ought to--?"
+
+"Yes, kisses mean a lot," she replied. "And so far I stand committed.
+I suppose I'll marry you some day and be blamed lucky. I'll be happy,
+too--don't you overlook that hunch.... You needn't worry. Glenn is in
+love with Carley. She's beautiful, rich--and of his class. How could he
+ever see me?"
+
+"Flo, you can never tell," replied Stanton, thoughtfully. "I didn't like
+her at first. But I'm comin' round. The thing is, Flo, does she love him
+as you love him?"
+
+"Oh, I think so--I hope so," answered Flo, as if in distress.
+
+"I'm not so shore. But then I can't savvy her. Lord knows I hope so,
+too. If she doesn't--if she goes back East an' leaves him here--I reckon
+my case--"
+
+"Hush! I know she's out here to take him back. Let's go downstairs now."
+
+"Aw, wait--Flo," he begged. "What's your hurry?... Come-give me--"
+
+"There! That's all you get, birthday or no birthday," replied Flo,
+gayly.
+
+Carley heard the soft kiss and Stanton's deep breath, and then footsteps
+as they walked away in the gloom toward the stairway. Carley leaned
+against the log wall. She felt the rough wood--smelled the rusty pine
+rosin. Her other hand pressed her bosom where her heart beat with
+unwonted vigor. Footsteps and voices sounded beneath her. Twilight had
+deepened into night. The low murmur of the waterfall and the babble of
+the brook floated to her strained ears.
+
+Listeners never heard good of themselves. But Stanton's subtle doubt of
+any depth to her, though it hurt, was not so conflicting as the ringing
+truth of Flo Hutter's love for Glenn. This unsought knowledge powerfully
+affected Carley. She was forewarned and forearmed now. It saddened her,
+yet did not lessen her confidence in her hold on Glenn. But it stirred
+to perplexing pitch her curiosity in regard to the mystery that seemed
+to cling round Glenn's transformation of character. This Western girl
+really knew more about Glenn than his fiancee knew. Carley suffered
+a humiliating shock when she realized that she had been thinking of
+herself, of her love, her life, her needs, her wants instead of Glenn's.
+It took no keen intelligence or insight into human nature to see that
+Glenn needed her more than she needed him.
+
+Thus unwontedly stirred and upset and flung back upon pride of herself,
+Carley went downstairs to meet the assembled company. And never had
+she shown to greater contrast, never had circumstance and state of mind
+contrived to make her so radiant and gay and unbending. She heard
+many remarks not intended for her far-reaching ears. An old grizzled
+Westerner remarked to Hutter: "Wall, she's shore an unbroke filly."
+Another of the company--a woman--remarked: "Sweet an' pretty as a
+columbine. But I'd like her better if she was dressed decent." And a
+gaunt range rider, who stood with others at the porch door, looking on,
+asked a comrade: "Do you reckon that's style back East?" To which the
+other replied: "Mebbe, but I'd gamble they're short on silk back East
+an' likewise sheriffs."
+
+Carley received some meed of gratification out of the sensation she
+created, but she did not carry her craving for it to the point of
+overshadowing Flo. On the contrary, she contrived to have Flo share the
+attention she received. She taught Flo to dance the fox-trot and got
+Glenn to dance with her. Then she taught it to Lee Stanton. And when Lee
+danced with Flo, to the infinite wonder and delight of the onlookers,
+Carley experienced her first sincere enjoyment of the evening.
+
+Her moment came when she danced with Glenn. It reminded her of days
+long past and which she wanted to return again. Despite war tramping and
+Western labors Glenn retained something of his old grace and lightness.
+But just to dance with him was enough to swell her heart, and for once
+she grew oblivious to the spectators.
+
+"Glenn, would you like to go to the Plaza with me again, and dance
+between dinner courses, as we used to?" she whispered up to him.
+
+"Sure I would--unless Morrison knew you were to be there," he replied.
+
+"Glenn!... I would not even see him."
+
+"Any old time you wouldn't see Morrison!" he exclaimed, half mockingly.
+
+His doubt, his tone grated upon her. Pressing closer to him, she said,
+"Come back and I'll prove it."
+
+But he laughed and had no answer for her. At her own daring words
+Carley's heart had leaped to her lips. If he had responded, even
+teasingly, she could have burst out with her longing to take him back.
+But silence inhibited her, and the moment passed.
+
+At the end of that dance Hutter claimed Glenn in the interest of
+neighboring sheep men. And Carley, crossing the big living room alone,
+passed close to one of the porch doors. Some one, indistinct in the
+shadow, spoke to her in low voice: "Hello, pretty eyes!"
+
+Carley felt a little cold shock go tingling through her. But she gave no
+sign that she had heard. She recognized the voice and also the epithet.
+Passing to the other side of the room and joining the company there,
+Carley presently took a casual glance at the door. Several men were
+lounging there. One of them was the sheep dipper, Haze Ruff. His bold
+eyes were on her now, and his coarse face wore a slight, meaning smile,
+as if he understood something about her that was a secret to others.
+Carley dropped her eyes. But she could not shake off the feeling that
+wherever she moved this man's gaze followed her. The unpleasantness
+of this incident would have been nothing to Carley had she at once
+forgotten it. Most unaccountably, however, she could not make herself
+unaware of this ruffian's attention. It did no good for her to argue
+that she was merely the cynosure of all eyes. This Ruff's tone and look
+possessed something heretofore unknown to Carley. Once she was tempted
+to tell Glenn. But that would only cause a fight, so she kept her
+counsel. She danced again, and helped Flo entertain her guests, and
+passed that door often; and once stood before it, deliberately, with all
+the strange and contrary impulse so inscrutable in a woman, and never
+for a moment wholly lost the sense of the man's boldness. It dawned
+upon her, at length, that the singular thing about this boldness was
+its difference from any, which had ever before affronted her. The fool's
+smile meant that he thought she saw his attention, and, understanding
+it perfectly, had secret delight in it. Many and various had been the
+masculine egotisms which had come under her observation. But quite
+beyond Carley was this brawny sheep dipper, Haze Ruff. Once the party
+broke up and the guests had departed, she instantly forgot both man and
+incident.
+
+Next day, late in the afternoon, when Carley came out on the porch, she
+was hailed by Flo, who had just ridden in from down the canyon.
+
+"Hey Carley, come down. I shore have something to tell you," she called.
+
+Carley did not use any time pattering down that rude porch stairway.
+Flo was dusty and hot, and her chaps carried the unmistakable scent of
+sheep-dip.
+
+"Been over to Ryan's camp an' shore rode hard to beat Glenn home,"
+drawled Flo.
+
+"Why?" queried Carley, eagerly.
+
+"Reckon I wanted to tell you something Glenn swore he wouldn't let me
+tell. ... He makes me tired. He thinks you can't stand things."
+
+"Oh! Has he been--hurt?"
+
+"He's skinned an' bruised up some, but I reckon he's not hurt."
+
+"Flo--what happened?" demanded Carley, anxiously.
+
+"Carley, do you know Glenn can fight like the devil?" asked Flo.
+
+"No, I don't. But I remember he used to be athletic. Flo, you make me
+nervous. Did Glenn fight?"
+
+"I reckon he did," drawled Flo.
+
+"With whom?"
+
+"Nobody else but that big hombre, Haze Ruff."
+
+"Oh!" gasped Carley, with a violent start. "That--that ruffian! Flo, did
+you see--were you there?"
+
+"I shore was, an' next to a horse race I like a fight," replied the
+Western girl. "Carley, why didn't you tell me Haze Ruff insulted you
+last night?"
+
+"Why, Flo--he only said, 'Hello, pretty eyes,' and I let it pass!" said
+Carley, lamely.
+
+"You never want to let anything pass, out West. Because next time you'll
+get worse. This turn your other cheek doesn't go in Arizona. But
+we shore thought Ruff said worse than that. Though from him that's
+aplenty."
+
+"How did you know?"
+
+"Well, Charley told it. He was standing out here by the door last night
+an' he heard Ruff speak to you. Charley thinks a heap of you an' I
+reckon he hates Ruff. Besides, Charley stretches things. He shore riled
+Glenn, an' I want to say, my dear, you missed the best thing that's
+happened since you got here."
+
+"Hurry--tell me," begged Carley, feeling the blood come to her face.
+
+"I rode over to Ryan's place for dad, an' when I got there I knew
+nothing about what Ruff said to you," began Flo, and she took hold of
+Carley's hand. "Neither did dad. You see, Glenn hadn't got there yet.
+Well, just as the men had finished dipping a bunch of sheep Glenn came
+riding down, lickety cut."
+
+"'Now what the hell's wrong with Glenn?' said dad, getting up from where
+we sat.
+
+"Shore I knew Glenn was mad, though I never before saw him that way.
+He looked sort of grim an' black.... Well, he rode right down on us an'
+piled off. Dad yelled at him an' so did I. But Glenn made for the sheep
+pen. You know where we watched Haze Ruff an' Lorenzo slinging the sheep
+into the dip. Ruff was just about to climb out over the fence when Glenn
+leaped up on it."
+
+"'Say, Ruff,' he said, sort of hard, 'Charley an' Ben tell me they heard
+you speak disrespectfully to Miss Burch last night.'"
+
+"Dad an' I ran to the fence, but before we could catch hold of Glenn
+he'd jumped down into the pen."
+
+"'I'm not carin' much for what them herders say,' replied Ruff.
+
+"'Do you deny it?' demanded Glenn.
+
+"'I ain't denyin' nothin', Kilbourne,' growled Ruff. 'I might argue
+against me bein' disrespectful. That's a matter of opinion.'
+
+"'You'll apologize for speaking to Miss Burch or I'll beat you up an'
+have Hutter fire you.'
+
+"'Wal, Kilbourne, I never eat my words,' replied Ruff.
+
+"Then Glenn knocked him flat. You ought to have heard that crack.
+Sounded like Charley hitting a steer with a club. Dad yelled: 'Look out,
+Glenn. He packs a gun!'--Ruff got up mad clear through I reckon. Then
+they mixed it. Ruff got in some swings, but he couldn't reach Glenn's
+face. An' Glenn batted him right an' left, every time in his ugly
+mug. Ruff got all bloody an' he cussed something awful. Glenn beat him
+against the fence an' then we all saw Ruff reach for a gun or knife. All
+the men yelled. An' shore I screamed. But Glenn saw as much as we saw.
+He got fiercer. He beat Ruff down to his knees an' swung on him hard.
+Deliberately knocked Ruff into the dip ditch. What a splash! It wet all
+of us. Ruff went out of sight. Then he rolled up like a huge hog. We
+were all scared now. That dip's rank poison, you know. Reckon Ruff knew
+that. He floundered along an' crawled up at the end. Anyone could
+see that he had mouth an' eyes tight shut. He began to grope an' feel
+around, trying to find the way to the pond. One of the men led him out.
+It was great to see him wade in the water an' wallow an' souse his head
+under. When he came out the men got in front of him any stopped him.
+He shore looked bad.... An' Glenn called to him, 'Ruff, that sheep-dip
+won't go through your tough hide, but a bullet will!"
+
+
+Not long after this incident Carley started out on her usual afternoon
+ride, having arranged with Glenn to meet her on his return from work.
+
+Toward the end of June Carley had advanced in her horsemanship to a
+point where Flo lent her one of her own mustangs. This change might not
+have had all to do with a wonderful difference in riding, but it seemed
+so to Carley. There was as much difference in horses as in people. This
+mustang she had ridden of late was of Navajo stock, but he had been born
+and raised and broken at Oak Creek. Carley had not yet discovered any
+objection on his part to do as she wanted him to. He liked what she
+liked, and most of all he liked to go. His color resembled a pattern
+of calico, and in accordance with Western ways his name was therefore
+Calico. Left to choose his own gait, Calico always dropped into a gentle
+pace which was so easy and comfortable and swinging that Carley never
+tired of it. Moreover, he did not shy at things lying in the road or
+rabbits darting from bushes or at the upwhirring of birds. Carley had
+grown attached to Calico before she realized she was drifting into it;
+and for Carley to care for anything or anybody was a serious matter,
+because it did not happen often and it lasted. She was exceedingly
+tenacious of affection.
+
+June had almost passed and summer lay upon the lonely land. Such perfect
+and wonderful weather had never before been Carley's experience. The
+dawns broke cool, fresh, fragrant, sweet, and rosy, with a breeze that
+seemed of heaven rather than earth, and the air seemed tremulously full
+of the murmur of falling water and the melody of mocking birds. At the
+solemn noontides the great white sun glared down hot--so hot that
+it burned the skin, yet strangely was a pleasant burn. The waning
+afternoons were Carley's especial torment, when it seemed the sounds and
+winds of the day were tiring, and all things were seeking repose, and
+life must soften to an unthinking happiness. These hours troubled Carley
+because she wanted them to last, and because she knew for her this
+changing and transforming time could not last. So long as she did not
+think she was satisfied.
+
+Maples and sycamores and oaks were in full foliage, and their bright
+greens contrasted softly with the dark shine of the pines. Through the
+spaces between brown tree trunks and the white-spotted holes of the
+sycamores gleamed the amber water of the creek. Always there was murmur
+of little rills and the musical dash of little rapids. On the surface
+of still, shady pools trout broke to make ever-widening ripples. Indian
+paintbrush, so brightly carmine in color, lent touch of fire to the
+green banks, and under the oaks, in cool dark nooks where mossy bowlders
+lined the stream, there were stately nodding yellow columbines. And high
+on the rock ledges shot up the wonderful mescal stalks, beginning to
+blossom, some with tints of gold and others with tones of red.
+
+Riding along down the canyon, under its looming walls, Carley wondered
+that if unawares to her these physical aspects of Arizona could have
+become more significant than she realized. The thought had confronted
+her before. Here, as always, she fought it and denied it by the simple
+defense of elimination. Yet refusing to think of a thing when it seemed
+ever present was not going to do forever. Insensibly and subtly it might
+get a hold on her, never to be broken. Yet it was infinitely easier to
+dream than to think.
+
+But the thought encroached upon her that it was not a dreamful habit of
+mind she had fallen into of late. When she dreamed or mused she lived
+vaguely and sweetly over past happy hours or dwelt in enchanted fancy
+upon a possible future. Carley had been told by a Columbia professor
+that she was a type of the present age--a modern young woman of
+materialistic mind. Be that as it might, she knew many things seemed
+loosening from the narrowness and tightness of her character, sloughing
+away like scales, exposing a new and strange and susceptible softness
+of fiber. And this blank habit of mind, when she did not think, and
+now realized that she was not dreaming, seemed to be the body of Carley
+Burch, and her heart and soul stripped of a shell. Nerve and emotion
+and spirit received something from her surroundings. She absorbed her
+environment. She felt. It was a delightful state. But when her own
+consciousness caused it to elude her, then she both resented and
+regretted. Anything that approached permanent attachment to this crude
+and untenanted West Carley would not tolerate for a moment. Reluctantly
+she admitted it had bettered her health, quickened her blood, and quite
+relegated Florida and the Adirondacks, to little consideration.
+
+"Well, as I told Glenn," soliloquized Carley, "every time I'm almost
+won over a little to Arizona she gives me a hard jolt. I'm getting near
+being mushy today. Now let's see what I'll get. I suppose that's my
+pessimism or materialism. Funny how Glenn keeps saying its the jolts,
+the hard knocks, the fights that are best to remember afterward. I don't
+get that at all."
+
+Five miles below West Fork a road branched off and climbed the left side
+of the canyon. It was a rather steep road, long and zigzaging, and full
+of rocks and ruts. Carley did not enjoy ascending it, but she preferred
+the going up to coming down. It took half an hour to climb.
+
+Once up on the flat cedar-dotted desert she was met, full in the face,
+by a hot dusty wind coming from the south. Carley searched her pockets
+for her goggles, only to ascertain that she had forgotten them. Nothing,
+except a freezing sleety wind, annoyed and punished Carley so much as
+a hard puffy wind, full of sand and dust. Somewhere along the first few
+miles of this road she was to meet Glenn. If she turned back for any
+cause he would be worried, and, what concerned her more vitally, he
+would think she had not the courage to face a little dust. So Carley
+rode on.
+
+The wind appeared to be gusty. It would blow hard awhile, then lull
+for a few moments. On the whole, however, it increased in volume and
+persistence until she was riding against a gale. She had now come to a
+bare, flat, gravelly region, scant of cedars and brush, and far ahead
+she could see a dull yellow pall rising high into the sky. It was a
+duststorm and it was sweeping down on the wings of that gale. Carley
+remembered that somewhere along this flat there was a log cabin which
+had before provided shelter for her and Flo when they were caught in a
+rainstorm. It seemed unlikely that she had passed by this cabin.
+
+Resolutely she faced the gale and knew she had a task to find that
+refuge. If there had been a big rock or bushy cedar to offer shelter she
+would have welcomed it. But there was nothing. When the hard dusty
+gusts hit her, she found it absolutely necessary to shut her eyes. At
+intervals less windy she opened them, and rode on, peering through
+the yellow gloom for the cabin. Thus she got her eyes full of dust--an
+alkali dust that made them sting and smart. The fiercer puffs of wind
+carried pebbles large enough to hurt severely. Then the dust clogged
+her nose and sand got between her teeth. Added to these annoyances was a
+heat like a blast from a furnace. Carley perspired freely and that caked
+the dust on her face. She rode on, gradually growing more uncomfortable
+and miserable. Yet even then she did not utterly lose a sort of
+thrilling zest in being thrown upon her own responsibility. She could
+hate an obstacle, yet feel something of pride in holding her own against
+it.
+
+Another mile of buffeting this increasing gale so exhausted Carley and
+wrought upon her nerves that she became nearly panic-stricken. It grew
+harder and harder not to turn back. At last she was about to give up
+when right at hand through the flying dust she espied the cabin. Riding
+behind it, she dismounted and tied the mustang to a post. Then she ran
+around to the door and entered.
+
+What a welcome refuge! She was all right now, and when Glenn came along
+she would have added to her already considerable list another feat for
+which he would commend her. With aid of her handkerchief, and the
+tears that flowed so copiously, Carley presently freed her eyes of
+the blinding dust. But when she essayed to remove it from her face she
+discovered she would need a towel and soap and hot water.
+
+The cabin appeared to be enveloped in a soft, swishing, hollow sound.
+It seeped and rustled. Then the sound lulled, only to rise again.
+Carley went to the door, relieved and glad to see that the duststorm was
+blowing by. The great sky-high pall of yellow had moved on to the
+north. Puffs of dust were whipping along the road, but no longer in
+one continuous cloud. In the west, low down the sun was sinking, a dull
+magenta in hue, quite weird and remarkable.
+
+"I knew I'd get the jolt all right," soliloquized Carley, wearily, as
+she walked to a rude couch of poles and sat down upon it. She had begun
+to cool off. And there, feeling dirty and tired, and slowly wearing to
+the old depression, she composed herself to wait.
+
+Suddenly she heard the clip-clop of hoofs. "There! that's Glenn," she
+cried, gladly, and rising, she ran to the door.
+
+She saw a big bay horse bearing a burly rider. He discovered her at the
+same instant, and pulled his horse.
+
+"Ho! Ho! if it ain't Pretty Eyes!" he called out, in gay, coarse voice.
+
+Carley recognized the voice, and then the epithet, before her sight
+established the man as Haze Ruff. A singular stultifying shock passed
+over her.
+
+"Wal, by all thet's lucky!" he said, dismounting. "I knowed we'd meet
+some day. I can't say I just laid fer you, but I kept my eyes open."
+
+Manifestly he knew she was alone, for he did not glance into the cabin.
+
+"I'm waiting for--Glenn," she said, with lips she tried to make stiff.
+
+"Shore I reckoned thet," he replied, genially. "But he won't be along
+yet awhile."
+
+He spoke with a cheerful inflection of tone, as if the fact designated
+was one that would please her; and his swarthy, seamy face expanded into
+a good-humored, meaning smile. Then without any particular rudeness he
+pushed her back from the door, into the cabin, and stepped across the
+threshold.
+
+"How dare--you!" cried Carley. A hot anger that stirred in her seemed
+to be beaten down and smothered by a cold shaking internal commotion,
+threatening collapse. This man loomed over her, huge, somehow monstrous
+in his brawny uncouth presence. And his knowing smile, and the hard,
+glinting twinkle of his light eyes, devilishly intelligent and keen, in
+no wise lessened the sheer brutal force of him physically. Sight of his
+bulk was enough to terrorize Carley.
+
+"Me! Aw, I'm a darin' hombre an' a devil with the wimmin," he said, with
+a guffaw.
+
+Carley could not collect her wits. The instant of his pushing her back
+into the cabin and following her had shocked her and almost paralyzed
+her will. If she saw him now any the less fearful she could not so
+quickly rally her reason to any advantage.
+
+"Let me out of here," she demanded.
+
+"Nope. I'm a-goin' to make a little love to you," he said, and he
+reached for her with great hairy hands.
+
+Carley saw in them the strength that had so easily swung the sheep. She
+saw, too, that they were dirty, greasy hands. And they made her flesh
+creep.
+
+"Glenn will kill--you," she panted.
+
+"What fer?" he queried, in real or pretended surprise. "Aw, I know
+wimmin. You'll never tell him."
+
+"Yes, I will."
+
+"Wal, mebbe. I reckon you're lyin', Pretty Eyes," he replied, with a
+grin. "Anyhow, I'll take a chance."
+
+"I tell you--he'll kill you," repeated Carley, backing away until her
+weak knees came against the couch.
+
+"What fer, I ask you?" he demanded.
+
+"For this--this insult."
+
+"Huh! I'd like to know who's insulted you. Can't a man take an
+invitation to kiss an' hug a girl--without insultin' her?"
+
+"Invitation!... Are you crazy?" queried Carley, bewildered.
+
+"Nope, I'm not crazy, an' I shore said invitation.... I meant thet white
+shimmy dress you wore the night of Flo's party. Thet's my invitation to
+get a little fresh with you, Pretty Eyes!"
+
+Carley could only stare at him. His words seemed to have some peculiar,
+unanswerable power.
+
+"Wal, if it wasn't an invitation, what was it?" he asked, with another
+step that brought him within reach of her. He waited for her answer,
+which was not forthcoming.
+
+"Wal, you're gettin' kinda pale around the gills," he went on,
+derisively. "I reckoned you was a real sport.... Come here."
+
+He fastened one of his great hands in the front of her coat and gave
+her a pull. So powerful was it that Carley came hard against him, almost
+knocking her breathless. There he held her a moment and then put his
+other arm round her. It seemed to crush both breath and sense out
+of her. Suddenly limp, she sank strengthless. She seemed reeling in
+darkness. Then she felt herself thrust away from him with violence. She
+sank on the couch and her head and shoulders struck the wall.
+
+"Say, if you're a-goin' to keel over like thet I pass," declared Ruff,
+in disgust. "Can't you Eastern wimmin stand nothin?"
+
+Carley's eyes opened and beheld this man in an attitude of supremely
+derisive protest.
+
+"You look like a sick kitten," he added. "When I get me a sweetheart or
+wife I want her to be a wild cat."
+
+His scorn and repudiation of her gave Carley intense relief. She sat up
+and endeavored to collect her shattered nerves. Ruff gazed down at her
+with great disapproval and even disappointment.
+
+"Say, did you have some fool idee I was a-goin' to kill you?" he
+queried, gruffly.
+
+"I'm afraid--I did," faltered Carley. Her relief was a release; it was
+so strange that it was gratefulness.
+
+"Wal, I reckon I wouldn't have hurt you. None of these flop-over Janes
+for me!... An' I'll give you a hunch, Pretty Eyes. You might have run
+acrost a fellar thet was no gentleman!"
+
+Of all the amazing statements that had ever been made to Carley, this
+one seemed the most remarkable.
+
+"What'd you wear thet onnatural white dress fer?" he demanded, as if he
+had a right to be her judge.
+
+"Unnatural?" echoed Carley.
+
+"Shore. Thet's what I said. Any woman's dress without top or bottom
+is onnatural. It's not right. Why, you looked like--like"--here he
+floundered for adequate expression--"like one of the devil's angels. An'
+I want to hear why you wore it."
+
+"For the same reason I'd wear any dress," she felt forced to reply.
+
+"Pretty Eyes, thet's a lie. An' you know it's a lie. You wore thet white
+dress to knock the daylights out of men. Only you ain't honest enough
+to say so.... Even me or my kind! Even us, who're dirt under your little
+feet. But all the same we're men, an' mebbe better men than you think.
+If you had to put that dress on, why didn't you stay in your room? Naw,
+you had to come down an' strut around an' show off your beauty. An' I
+ask you--if you're a nice girl like Flo Hutter--what'd you wear it fer?"
+
+Carley not only was mute; she felt rise and burn in her a singular shame
+and surprise.
+
+"I'm only a sheep dipper," went on Ruff, "but I ain't no fool. A fellar
+doesn't have to live East an' wear swell clothes to have sense. Mebbe
+you'll learn thet the West is bigger'n you think. A man's a man East or
+West. But if your Eastern men stand for such dresses as thet white
+one they'd do well to come out West awhile, like your lover, Glenn
+Kilbourne. I've been rustlin' round here ten years, an' I never before
+seen a dress like yours--an' I never heerd of a girl bein' insulted,
+either. Mebbe you think I insulted you. Wal, I didn't. Fer I reckon
+nothin' could insult you in thet dress.... An' my last hunch is this,
+Pretty Eyes. You're not what a hombre like me calls either square or
+game. Adios."
+
+His bulky figure darkened the doorway, passed out, and the light of the
+sky streamed into the cabin again. Carley sat staring. She heard Ruff's
+spurs tinkle, then the ring of steel on stirrup, a sodden leathery sound
+as he mounted, and after that a rapid pound of hoofs, quickly dying
+away.
+
+He was gone. She had escaped something raw and violent. Dazedly she
+realized it, with unutterable relief. And she sat there slowly gathering
+the nervous force that had been shattered. Every word that he had
+uttered was stamped in startling characters upon her consciousness.
+But she was still under the deadening influence of shock. This raw
+experience was the worst the West had yet dealt her. It brought back
+former states of revulsion and formed them in one whole irrefutable and
+damning judgment that seemed to blot out the vaguely dawning and growing
+happy susceptibilities. It was, perhaps, just as well to have her mind
+reverted to realistic fact. The presence of Haze Ruff, the astounding
+truth of the contact with his huge sheep-defiled hands, had been
+profanation and degradation under which she sickened with fear and
+shame. Yet hovering back of her shame and rising anger seemed to be a
+pale, monstrous, and indefinable thought, insistent and accusing, with
+which she must sooner or later reckon. It might have been the voice of
+the new side of her nature, but at that moment of outraged womanhood,
+and of revolt against the West, she would not listen. It might, too,
+have been the still small voice of conscience. But decision of mind
+and energy coming to her then, she threw off the burden of emotion and
+perplexity, and forced herself into composure before the arrival of
+Glenn.
+
+The dust had ceased to blow, although the wind had by no means died
+away. Sunset marked the west in old rose and gold, a vast flare. Carley
+espied a horseman far down the road, and presently recognized both rider
+and steed. He was coming fast. She went out and, mounting her mustang,
+she rode out to meet Glenn. It did not appeal to her to wait for him
+at the cabin; besides hoof tracks other than those made by her mustang
+might have been noticed by Glenn. Presently he came up to her and pulled
+his loping horse.
+
+"Hello! I sure was worried," was his greeting, as his gloved hand went
+out to her. "Did you run into that sandstorm?"
+
+"It ran into me, Glenn, and buried me," she laughed.
+
+His fine eyes lingered on her face with glad and warm glance, and the
+keen, apprehensive penetration of a lover.
+
+"Well, under all that dust you look scared," he said.
+
+"Scared! I was worse than that. When I first ran into the flying dirt I
+was only afraid I'd lose my way--and my complexion. But when the worst
+of the storm hit me--then I feared I'd lose my breath."
+
+"Did you face that sand and ride through it all?" he queried.
+
+"No, not all. But enough. I went through the worst of it before I
+reached the cabin," she replied.
+
+"Wasn't it great?"
+
+"Yes--great bother and annoyance," she said, laconically.
+
+Whereupon he reached with long, arm and wrapped it round her as they
+rocked side by side. Demonstrations of this nature were infrequent with
+Glenn. Despite losing one foot out of a stirrup and her seat in the
+saddle Carley rather encouraged it. He kissed her dusty face, and then
+set her back.
+
+"By George! Carley, sometimes I think you've changed since you've been
+here," he said, with warmth. "To go through that sandstorm without one
+kick--one knock at my West!"
+
+"Glenn, I always think of what Flo says--the worst is yet to come,"
+replied Carley, trying to hide her unreasonable and tumultuous pleasure
+at words of praise from him.
+
+"Carley Burch, you don't know yourself," he declared, enigmatically.
+
+"What woman knows herself? But do you know me?"
+
+"Not I. Yet sometimes I see depths in you--wonderful
+possibilities--submerged under your poise--under your fixed, complacent
+idle attitude toward life."
+
+This seemed for Carley to be dangerously skating near thin ice, but she
+could not resist a retort:
+
+"Depths in me? Why I am a shallow, transparent stream like your West
+Fork! ... And as for possibilities--may I ask what of them you imagine
+you see?"
+
+"As a girl, before you were claimed by the world, you were earnest at
+heart. You had big hopes and dreams. And you had intellect, too. But you
+have wasted your talents, Carley. Having money, and spending it, living
+for pleasure, you have not realized your powers.... Now, don't look
+hurt. I'm not censuring you. It's just the way of modern life. And most
+of your friends have been more careless, thoughtless, useless than you.
+The aim of their existence is to be comfortable, free from work, worry,
+pain. They want pleasure, luxury. And what a pity it is! The best of you
+girls regard marriage as an escape, instead of responsibility. You don't
+marry to get your shoulders square against the old wheel of American
+progress--to help some man make good--to bring a troop of healthy
+American kids into the world. You bare your shoulders to the gaze of the
+multitude and like it best if you are strung with pearls."
+
+"Glenn, you distress me when you talk like this," replied Carley,
+soberly. "You did not use to talk so. It seems to me you are bitter
+against women."
+
+"Oh no, Carley! I am only sad," he said. "I only see where once I was
+blind. American women are the finest on earth, but as a race, if they
+don't change, they're doomed to extinction."
+
+"How can you say such things?" demanded Carley, with spirit.
+
+"I say them because they are true. Carley, on the level now, tell me how
+many of your immediate friends have children."
+
+Put to a test, Carley rapidly went over in mind her circle of friends,
+with the result that she was somewhat shocked and amazed to realize how
+few of them were even married, and how the babies of her acquaintance
+were limited to three. It was not easy to admit this to Glenn.
+
+"My dear," replied he, "if that does not show you the handwriting on the
+wall, nothing ever will."
+
+"A girl has to find a husband, doesn't she?" asked Carley, roused to
+defense of her sex. "And if she's anybody she has to find one in her
+set. Well, husbands are not plentiful. Marriage certainly is not the end
+of existence these days. We have to get along somehow. The high cost of
+living is no inconsderable factor today. Do you know that most of the
+better-class apartment houses in New York will not take children? Women
+are not all to blame. Take the speed mania. Men must have automobiles.
+I know one girl who wanted a baby, but her husband wanted a car. They
+couldn't afford both."
+
+"Carley, I'm not blaming women more than men," returned Glenn. "I don't
+know that I blame them as a class. But in my own mind I have worked it
+all out. Every man or woman who is genuinely American should read the
+signs of the times, realize the crisis, and meet it in an American way.
+Otherwise we are done as a race. Money is God in the older countries.
+But it should never become God in America. If it does we will make the
+fall of Rome pale into insignificance."
+
+"Glenn, let's put off the argument," appealed Carley. "I'm not--just up
+to fighting you today. Oh--you needn't smile. I'm not showing a yellow
+streak, as Flo puts it. I'll fight you some other time."
+
+"You're right, Carley," he assented. "Here we are loafing six or seven
+miles from home. Let's rustle along."
+
+Riding fast with Glenn was something Carley had only of late added to
+her achievements. She had greatest pride in it. So she urged her mustang
+to keep pace with Glenn's horse and gave herself up to the thrill of the
+motion and feel of wind and sense of flying along. At a good swinging
+lope Calico covered ground swiftly and did not tire. Carley rode the two
+miles to the rim of the canyon, keeping alongside of Glenn all the way.
+Indeed, for one long level stretch she and Glenn held hands. When they
+arrived at the descent, which necessitated slow and careful riding,
+she was hot and tingling and breathless, worked by the action into an
+exuberance of pleasure. Glenn complimented her riding as well as her
+rosy cheeks. There was indeed a sweetness in working at a task as she
+had worked to learn to ride in Western fashion. Every turn of her mind
+seemed to confront her with sobering antitheses of thought. Why had she
+come to love to ride down a lonely desert road, through ragged cedars
+where the wind whipped her face with fragrant wild breath, if at the
+same time she hated the West? Could she hate a country, however barren
+and rough, if it had saved the health and happiness of her future
+husband? Verily there were problems for Carley to solve.
+
+Early twilight purple lay low in the hollows and clefts of the canyon.
+Over the western rim a pale ghost of the evening star seemed to smile
+at Carley, to bid her look and look. Like a strain of distant music, the
+dreamy hum of falling water, the murmur and melody of the stream, came
+again to Carley's sensitive ear.
+
+"Do you love this?" asked Glenn, when they reached the green-forested
+canyon floor, with the yellow road winding away into the purple shadows.
+
+"Yes, both the ride--and you," flashed Carley, contrarily. She knew he
+had meant the deep-walled canyon with its brooding solitude.
+
+"But I want you to love Arizona," he said.
+
+"Glenn, I'm a faithful creature. You should be glad of that. I love New
+York."
+
+"Very well, then. Arizona to New York," he said, lightly brushing her
+cheek with his lips. And swerving back into his saddle, he spurred his
+horse and called back over his shoulder: "That mustang and Flo have
+beaten me many a time. Come on."
+
+It was not so much his words as his tone and look that roused Carley.
+Had he resented her loyalty to the city of her nativity? Always there
+was a little rift in the lute. Had his tone and look meant that Flo
+might catch him if Carley could not? Absurd as the idea was, it spurred
+her to recklessness. Her mustang did not need any more than to know she
+wanted him to run. The road was of soft yellow earth flanked with green
+foliage and overspread by pines. In a moment she was racing at a speed
+she had never before half attained on a horse. Down the winding road
+Glenn's big steed sped, his head low, his stride tremendous, his action
+beautiful. But Carley saw the distance between them diminishing. Calico
+was overtaking the bay. She cried out in the thrilling excitement of the
+moment. Glenn saw her gaining and pressed his mount to greater speed.
+Still he could not draw away from Calico. Slowly the little mustang
+gained. It seemed to Carley that riding him required no effort at all.
+And at such fast pace, with the wind roaring in her ears, the walls of
+green vague and continuous in her sight, the sting of pine tips on cheek
+and neck, the yellow road streaming toward her, under her, there rose
+out of the depths of her, out of the tumult of her breast, a sense of
+glorious exultation. She closed in on Glenn. From the flying hoofs of
+his horse shot up showers of damp sand and gravel that covered Carley's
+riding habit and spattered in her face. She had to hold up a hand before
+her eyes. Perhaps this caused her to lose something of her confidence,
+or her swing in the saddle, for suddenly she realized she was not riding
+well. The pace was too fast for her inexperience. But nothing could have
+stopped her then. No fear or awkwardness of hers should be allowed to
+hamper that thoroughbred mustang. Carley felt that Calico understood
+the situation; or at least he knew he could catch and pass this big bay
+horse, and he intended to do it. Carley was hard put to it to hang on
+and keep the flying sand from blinding her.
+
+When Calico drew alongside the bay horse and brought Carley breast to
+breast with Glenn, and then inch by inch forged ahead of him, Carley
+pealed out an exultant cry. Either it frightened Calico or inspired
+him, for he shot right ahead of Glenn's horse. Then he lost the smooth,
+wonderful action. He seemed hurtling through space at the expense
+of tremendous muscular action. Carley could feel it. She lost her
+equilibrium. She seemed rushing through a blurred green and black aisle
+of the forest with a gale in her face. Then, with a sharp jolt, a break,
+Calico plunged to the sand. Carley felt herself propelled forward out
+of the saddle into the air, and down to strike with a sliding, stunning
+force that ended in sudden dark oblivion.
+
+Upon recovering consciousness she first felt a sensation of oppression
+in her chest and a dull numbness of her whole body. When she opened her
+eyes she saw Glenn bending over her, holding her head on his knee. A
+wet, cold, reviving sensation evidently came from the handkerchief with
+which he was mopping her face.
+
+"Carley, you can't be hurt--really!" he was ejaculating, in eager hope.
+"It was some spill. But you lit on the sand and slid. You can't be
+hurt."
+
+The look of his eyes, the tone of his voice, the feel of his hands were
+such that Carley chose for a moment to pretend to be very badly
+hurt indeed. It was worth taking a header to get so much from Glenn
+Kilbourne. But she believed she had suffered no more than a severe
+bruising and scraping.
+
+"Glenn--dear," she whispered, very low and very eloquently. "I think--my
+back--is broken.... You'll be free--soon."
+
+Glenn gave a terrible start and his face turned a deathly white. He
+burst out with quavering, inarticulate speech.
+
+Carley gazed up at him and then closed her eyes. She could not look at
+him while carrying on such deceit. Yet the sight of him and the feel of
+him then were inexpressibly blissful to her. What she needed most was
+assurance of his love. She had it. Beyond doubt, beyond morbid fancy,
+the truth had proclaimed itself, filling her heart with joy.
+
+Suddenly she flung her arms up around his neck. "Oh--Glenn! It was too
+good a chance to miss!... I'm not hurt a bit."
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VII
+
+The day came when Carley asked Mrs. Hutter: "Will you please put up a
+nice lunch for Glenn and me? I'm going to walk down to his farm where
+he's working, and surprise him."
+
+"That's a downright fine idea," declared Mrs. Hutter, and forthwith
+bustled away to comply with Carley's request.
+
+So presently Carley found herself carrying a bountiful basket on her
+arm, faring forth on an adventure that both thrilled and depressed her.
+Long before this hour something about Glenn's work had quickened her
+pulse and given rise to an inexplicable admiration. That he was big and
+strong enough to do such labor made her proud; that he might want to go
+on doing it made her ponder and brood.
+
+The morning resembled one of the rare Eastern days in June, when the air
+appeared flooded by rich thick amber light. Only the sun here was hotter
+and the shade cooler.
+
+Carley took to the trail below where West Fork emptied its golden-green
+waters into Oak Creek. The red walls seemed to dream and wait under the
+blaze of the sun; the heat lay like a blanket over the still foliage;
+the birds were quiet; only the murmuring stream broke the silence of
+the canyon. Never had Carley felt more the isolation and solitude of
+Oak Creek Canyon. Far indeed from the madding crowd! Only Carley's
+stubbornness kept her from acknowledging the sense of peace that
+enveloped her--that and the consciousness of her own discontent. What
+would it be like to come to this canyon--to give up to its enchantments?
+That, like many another disturbing thought, had to go unanswered, to
+be driven into the closed chambers of Carley's mind, there to germinate
+subconsciously, and stalk forth some day to overwhelm her.
+
+The trail led along the creek, threading a maze of bowlders, passing
+into the shade of cottonwoods, and crossing sun-flecked patches of sand.
+Carley's every step seemed to become slower. Regrets were assailing
+her. Long indeed had she overstayed her visit to the West. She must not
+linger there indefinitely. And mingled with misgiving was a surprise
+that she had not tired of Oak Creek. In spite of all, and of the dislike
+she vaunted to herself, the truth stared at her--she was not tired.
+
+The long-delayed visit to see Glenn working on his own farm must result
+in her talking to him about his work; and in a way not quite clear she
+regretted the necessity for it. To disapprove of Glenn! She received
+faint intimations of wavering, of uncertainty, of vague doubt. But these
+were cried down by the dominant and habitable voice of her personality.
+
+Presently through the shaded and shadowed breadth of the belt of forest
+she saw gleams of a sunlit clearing. And crossing this space to the
+border of trees she peered forth, hoping to espy Glenn at his labors.
+She saw an old shack, and irregular lines of rude fence built of poles
+of all sizes and shapes, and several plots of bare yellow ground,
+leading up toward the west side of the canyon wall. Could this clearing
+be Glenn's farm? Surely she had missed it or had not gone far enough.
+This was not a farm, but a slash in the forested level of the canyon
+floor, bare and somehow hideous. Dead trees were standing in the lots.
+They had been ringed deeply at the base by an ax, to kill them, and so
+prevent their foliage from shading the soil. Carley saw a long pile of
+rocks that evidently had been carried from the plowed ground. There
+was no neatness, no regularity, although there was abundant evidence of
+toil. To clear that rugged space, to fence it, and plow it, appeared at
+once to Carley an extremely strenuous and useless task. Carley persuaded
+herself that this must be the plot of ground belonging to the herder
+Charley, and she was about to turn on down the creek when far up under
+the bluff she espied a man. He was stalking along and bending down,
+stalking along and bending down. She recognized Glenn. He was planting
+something in the yellow soil.
+
+Curiously Carley watched him, and did not allow her mind to become
+concerned with a somewhat painful swell of her heart. What a stride he
+had! How vigorous he looked, and earnest! He was as intent upon this job
+as if he had been a rustic. He might have been failing to do it well,
+but he most certainly was doing it conscientiously. Once he had said to
+her that a man should never be judged by the result of his labors, but
+by the nature of his effort. A man might strive with all his heart and
+strength, yet fail. Carley watched him striding along and bending down,
+absorbed in his task, unmindful of the glaring hot sun, and somehow to
+her singularly detached from the life wherein he had once moved and to
+which she yearned to take him back. Suddenly an unaccountable flashing
+query assailed her conscience: How dare she want to take him back? She
+seemed as shocked as if some stranger had accosted her. What was this
+dimming of her eye, this inward tremulousness; this dammed tide beating
+at an unknown and riveted gate of her intelligence? She felt more then
+than she dared to face. She struggled against something in herself. The
+old habit of mind instinctively resisted the new, the strange. But she
+did not come off wholly victorious. The Carley Burch whom she recognized
+as of old, passionately hated this life and work of Glenn Kilbourne's,
+but the rebel self, an unaccountable and defiant Carley, loved him all
+the better for them.
+
+Carley drew a long deep breath before she called Glenn. This meeting
+would be momentous and she felt no absolute surety of herself.
+
+Manifestly he was surprised to hear her call, and, dropping his sack
+and implement, he hurried across the tilled ground, sending up puffs of
+dust. He vaulted the rude fence of poles, and upon sight of her
+called out lustily. How big and virile he looked! Yet he was gaunt and
+strained. It struck Carley that he had not looked so upon her arrival at
+Oak Creek. Had she worried him? The query gave her a pang.
+
+"Sir Tiller of the Fields," said Carley, gayly, "see, your dinner! I
+brought it and I am going to share it."
+
+"You old darling!" he replied, and gave her an embrace that left her
+cheek moist with the sweat of his. He smelled of dust and earth and his
+body was hot. "I wish to God it could be true for always!"
+
+His loving, bearish onslaught and his words quite silenced Carley. How
+at critical moments he always said the thing that hurt her or inhibited
+her! She essayed a smile as she drew back from him.
+
+"It's sure good of you," he said, taking the basket. "I was thinking I'd
+be through work sooner today, and was sorry I had not made a date with
+you. Come, we'll find a place to sit."
+
+Whereupon he led her back under the trees to a half-sunny, half-shady
+bench of rock overhanging the stream. Great pines overshadowed a still,
+eddying pool. A number of brown butterflies hovered over the water, and
+small trout floated like spotted feathers just under the surface. Drowsy
+summer enfolded the sylvan scene.
+
+Glenn knelt at the edge of the brook, and, plunging his hands in, he
+splashed like a huge dog and bathed his hot face and head, and then
+turned to Carley with gay words and laughter, while he wiped himself dry
+with a large red scarf. Carley was not proof against the virility of him
+then, and at the moment, no matter what it was that had made him the man
+he looked, she loved it.
+
+"I'll sit in the sun," he said, designating a place. "When you're hot
+you mustn't rest in the shade, unless you've coat or sweater. But you
+sit here in the shade."
+
+"Glenn, that'll put us too far apart," complained Carley. "I'll sit in
+the sun with you."
+
+The delightful simplicity and happiness of the ensuing hour was
+something Carley believed she would never forget.
+
+"There! we've licked the platter clean," she said. "What starved bears
+we were!.... I wonder if I shall enjoy eating--when I get home. I used
+to be so finnicky and picky."
+
+"Carley, don't talk about home," said Glenn, appealingly.
+
+"You dear old farmer, I'd love to stay here and just dream--forever,"
+replied Carley, earnestly. "But I came on purpose to talk seriously."
+
+"Oh, you did! About what?" he returned, with some quick, indefinable
+change of tone and expression.
+
+"Well, first about your work. I know I hurt your feelings when I
+wouldn't listen. But I wasn't ready. I wanted to--to just be gay with
+you for a while. Don't think I wasn't interested. I was. And now, I'm
+ready to hear all about it--and everything."
+
+She smiled at him bravely, and she knew that unless some unforeseen
+shock upset her composure, she would be able to conceal from him
+anything which might hurt his feelings.
+
+"You do look serious," he said, with keen eyes on her.
+
+"Just what are your business relations with Hutter?" she inquired.
+
+"I'm simply working for him," replied Glenn. "My aim is to get an
+interest in his sheep, and I expect to, some day. We have some plans.
+And one of them is the development of that Deep Lake section. You
+remember--you were with us. The day Spillbeans spilled you?"
+
+"Yes, I remember. It was a pretty place," she replied.
+
+Carley did not tell him that for a month past she had owned the
+Deep Lake section of six hundred and forty acres. She had, in fact,
+instructed Hutter to purchase it, and to keep the transaction a secret
+for the present. Carley had never been able to understand the impulse
+that prompted her to do it. But as Hutter had assured her it was a
+remarkably good investment on very little capital, she had tried
+to persuade herself of its advantages. Back of it all had been an
+irresistible desire to be able some day to present to Glenn this ranch
+site he loved. She had concluded he would never wholly dissociate
+himself from this West; and as he would visit it now and then, she
+had already begun forming plans of her own. She could stand a month in
+Arizona at long intervals.
+
+"Hutter and I will go into cattle raising some day," went on Glenn. "And
+that Deep Lake place is what I want for myself."
+
+"What work are you doing for Hutter?" asked Carley.
+
+"Anything from building fence to cutting timber," laughed Glenn. "I've
+not yet the experience to be a foreman like Lee Stanton. Besides, I have
+a little business all my own. I put all my money in that."
+
+"You mean here--this--this farm?"
+
+"Yes. And the stock I'm raisin'. You see I have to feed corn. And
+believe me, Carley, those cornfields represent some job."
+
+"I can well believe that," replied Carley. "You--you looked it."
+
+"Oh, the hard work is over. All I have to do now it to plant and keep
+the weeds out."
+
+"Glenn, do sheep eat corn?"
+
+"I plant corn to feed my hogs."
+
+"Hogs?" she echoed, vaguely.
+
+"Yes, hogs," he said, with quiet gravity. "The first day you visited my
+cabin I told you I raised hogs, and I fried my own ham for your dinner."
+
+"Is that what you--put your money in?"
+
+"Yes. And Hutter says I've done well."
+
+"Hogs!" ejaculated Carley, aghast.
+
+"My dear, are you growin' dull of comprehension?" retorted Glenn.
+"H-o-g-s." He spelled the word out. "I'm in the hog-raising business,
+and pretty blamed well pleased over my success so far."
+
+Carley caught herself in time to quell outwardly a shock of amaze and
+revulsion. She laughed, and exclaimed against her stupidity. The look
+of Glenn was no less astounding than the content of his words. He was
+actually proud of his work. Moreover, he showed not the least sign that
+he had any idea such information might be startlingly obnoxious to his
+fiancee.
+
+"Glenn! It's so--so queer," she ejaculated. "That you--Glenn
+Kilbourne-should ever go in for--for hogs!... It's unbelievable. How'd
+you ever--ever happen to do it?"
+
+"By Heaven! you're hard on me!" he burst out, in sudden dark, fierce
+passion. "How'd I ever happen to do it?... What was there left for me?
+I gave my soul and heart and body to the government--to fight for my
+country. I came home a wreck. What did my government do for me? What did
+my employers do for me? What did the people I fought for do for me?...
+Nothing--so help me God--nothing!... I got a ribbon and a bouquet--a
+little applause for an hour--and then the sight of me sickened my
+countrymen. I was broken and used. I was absolutely forgotten.... But
+my body, my life, my soul meant all to me. My future was ruined, but I
+wanted to live. I had killed men who never harmed me--I was not fit to
+die.... I tried to live. So I fought out my battle alone. Alone!...
+No one understood. No one cared. I came West to keep from dying of
+consumption in sight of the indifferent mob for whom I had sacrificed
+myself. I chose to die on my feet away off alone somewhere.... But I got
+well. And what made me well--and saved my soul--was the first work that
+offered. Raising and tending hogs!"
+
+The dead whiteness of Glenn's face, the lightning scorn of his eyes, the
+grim, stark strangeness of him then had for Carley a terrible harmony
+with this passionate denunciation of her, of her kind, of the America
+for whom he had lost all.
+
+"Oh, Glenn!--forgive--me!" she faltered. "I was only--talking. What do I
+know? Oh, I am blind--blind and little!"
+
+She could not bear to face him for a moment, and she hung her head. Her
+intelligence seemed concentrating swift, wild thoughts round the shock
+to her consciousness. By that terrible expression of his face, by those
+thundering words of scorn, would she come to realize the mighty truth
+of his descent into the abyss and his rise to the heights. Vaguely she
+began to see. An awful sense of her deadness, of her soul-blighting
+selfishness, began to dawn upon her as something monstrous out of dim,
+gray obscurity. She trembled under the reality of thoughts that were not
+new. How she had babbled about Glenn and the crippled soldiers! How she
+had imagined she sympathized! But she had only been a vain, worldly,
+complacent, effusive little fool. She had here the shock of her life,
+and she sensed a greater one, impossible to grasp.
+
+"Carley, that was coming to you," said Glenn, presently, with deep,
+heavy expulsion of breath.
+
+"I only know I love you--more--more," she cried, wildly, looking up and
+wanting desperately to throw herself in his arms.
+
+"I guess you do--a little," he replied. "Sometimes I feel you are a
+kid. Then again you represent the world--your world with its age-old
+custom--its unalterable.... But, Carley, let's get back to my work."
+
+"Yes--yes," exclaimed Carley, gladly. "I'm ready to--to go pet your
+hogs--anything."
+
+"By George! I'll take you up," he declared. "I'll bet you won't go near
+one of my hogpens."
+
+"Lead me to it!" she replied, with a hilarity that was only a nervous
+reversion of her state.
+
+"Well, maybe I'd better hedge on the bet," he said, laughing again. "You
+have more in you than I suspect. You sure fooled me when you stood for
+the sheep-dip. But, come on, I'll take you anyway."
+
+So that was how Carley found herself walking arm in arm with Glenn
+down the canyon trail. A few moments of action gave her at least an
+appearance of outward composure. And the state of her emotion was so
+strained and intense that her slightest show of interest must deceive
+Glenn into thinking her eager, responsive, enthusiastic. It certainly
+appeared to loosen his tongue. But Carley knew she was farther from
+normal than ever before in her life, and that the subtle, inscrutable
+woman's intuition of her presaged another shock. Just as she had seemed
+to change, so had the aspects of the canyon undergone some illusive
+transformation. The beauty of green foliage and amber stream and brown
+tree trunks and gray rocks and red walls was there; and the summer
+drowsiness and languor lay as deep; and the loneliness and solitude
+brooded with its same eternal significance. But some nameless
+enchantment, perhaps of hope, seemed no longer to encompass her. A blow
+had fallen upon her, the nature of which only time could divulge.
+
+Glenn led her around the clearing and up to the base of the west wall,
+where against a shelving portion of the cliff had been constructed a
+rude fence of poles. It formed three sides of a pen, and the fourth side
+was solid rock. A bushy cedar tree stood in the center. Water flowed
+from under the cliff, which accounted for the boggy condition of the red
+earth. This pen was occupied by a huge sow and a litter of pigs.
+
+Carley climbed on the fence and sat there while Glenn leaned over the
+top pole and began to wax eloquent on a subject evidently dear to his
+heart. Today of all days Carley made an inspiring listener. Even the
+shiny, muddy, suspicious old sow in no wise daunted her fictitious
+courage. That filthy pen of mud a foot deep, and of odor rancid, had
+no terrors for her. With an arm round Glenn's shoulder she watched the
+rooting and squealing little pigs, and was amused and interested, as if
+they were far removed from the vital issue of the hour. But all the time
+as she looked and laughed, and encouraged Glenn to talk, there seemed to
+be a strange, solemn, oppressive knocking at her heart. Was it only the
+beat-beat-beat of blood?
+
+"There were twelve pigs in that litter," Glenn was saying, "and now
+you see there are only nine. I've lost three. Mountain lions, bears,
+coyotes, wild cats are all likely to steal a pig. And at first I was
+sure one of these varmints had been robbing me. But as I could not find
+any tracks, I knew I had to lay the blame on something else. So I kept
+watch pretty closely in daytime, and at night I shut the pigs up in
+the corner there, where you see I've built a pen. Yesterday I heard
+squealing--and, by George! I saw an eagle flying off with one of my
+pigs. Say, I was mad. A great old bald-headed eagle--the regal bird you
+see with America's stars and stripes had degraded himself to the level
+of a coyote. I ran for my rifle, and I took some quick shots at him as
+he flew up. Tried to hit him, too, but I failed. And the old rascal hung
+on to my pig. I watched him carry it to that sharp crag way up there on
+the rim."
+
+"Poor little piggy!" exclaimed Carley. "To think of our American
+emblem--our stately bird of noble warlike mien--our symbol of lonely
+grandeur and freedom of the heights--think of him being a robber of
+pigpens!--Glenn, I begin to appreciate the many-sidedness of things.
+Even my hide-bound narrowness is susceptible to change. It's never too
+late to learn. This should apply to the Society for the Preservation of
+the American Eagle."
+
+Glenn led her along the base of the wall to three other pens, in each of
+which was a fat old sow with a litter. And at the last enclosure, that
+owing to dry soil was not so dirty, Glenn picked up a little pig and
+held it squealing out to Carley as she leaned over the fence. It was
+fairly white and clean, a little pink and fuzzy, and certainly cute with
+its curled tall.
+
+"Carley Burch, take it in your hands," commanded Glenn.
+
+The feat seemed monstrous and impossible of accomplishment for Carley.
+Yet such was her temper at the moment that she would have undertaken
+anything.
+
+"Why, shore I will, as Flo says," replied Carley, extending her ungloved
+hands. "Come here, piggy. I christen you Pinky." And hiding an almost
+insupportable squeamishness from Glenn, she took the pig in her hands
+and fondled it.
+
+"By George!" exclaimed Glenn, in huge delight. "I wouldn't have believed
+it. Carley, I hope you tell your fastidious and immaculate Morrison that
+you held one of my pigs in your beautiful hands."
+
+"Wouldn't it please you more to tell him yourself?" asked Carley.
+
+"Yes, it would," declared Glenn, grimly.
+
+This incident inspired Glenn to a Homeric narration of his hog-raising
+experience. In spite of herself the content of his talk interested her.
+And as for the effect upon her of his singular enthusiasm, it was deep
+and compelling. The little-boned Berkshire razorback hogs grew so large
+and fat and heavy that their bones broke under their weight. The Duroc
+jerseys were the best breed in that latitude, owing to their larger
+and stronger bones, that enabled them to stand up under the greatest
+accumulation of fat.
+
+Glenn told of his droves of pigs running wild in the canyon below. In
+summertime they fed upon vegetation, and at other seasons on acorns,
+roots, bugs, and grubs. Acorns, particularly, were good and fattening
+feed. They ate cedar and juniper berries, and pinyon nuts. And therefore
+they lived off the land, at little or no expense to the owner. The
+only loss was from beasts and birds of prey. Glenn showed Carley how
+a profitable business could soon be established. He meant to fence off
+side canyons and to segregate droves of his hogs, and to raise abundance
+of corn for winter feed. At that time there was a splendid market
+for hogs, a condition Hutter claimed would continue indefinitely in
+a growing country. In conclusion Glenn eloquently told how in his
+necessity he had accepted gratefully the humblest of labors, to find in
+the hard pursuit of it a rejuvenation of body and mind, and a promise of
+independence and prosperity.
+
+When he had finished, and excused himself to go repair a weak place in
+the corral fence, Carley sat silent, wrapped in strange meditation.
+
+Whither had faded the vulgarity and ignominy she had attached to Glenn's
+raising of hogs? Gone--like other miasmas of her narrow mind! Partly she
+understood him now. She shirked consideration of his sacrifice to his
+country. That must wait. But she thought of his work, and the more she
+thought the less she wondered.
+
+First he had labored with his hands. What infinite meaning lay unfolding
+to her vision! Somewhere out of it all came the conception that man was
+intended to earn his bread by the sweat of his brow. But there was more
+to it than that. By that toil and sweat, by the friction of horny palms,
+by the expansion and contraction of muscle, by the acceleration of
+blood, something great and enduring, something physical and spiritual,
+came to a man. She understood then why she would have wanted to
+surrender herself to a man made manly by toil; she understood how a
+woman instinctively leaned toward the protection of a man who had used
+his hands--who had strength and red blood and virility who could fight
+like the progenitors of the race. Any toil was splendid that served this
+end for any man. It all went back to the survival of the fittest.
+And suddenly Carley thought of Morrison. He could dance and dangle
+attendance upon her, and amuse her--but how would he have acquitted
+himself in a moment of peril? She had her doubts. Most assuredly he
+could not have beaten down for her a ruffian like Haze Ruff. What then
+should be the significance of a man for a woman?
+
+Carley's querying and answering mind reverted to Glenn. He had found
+a secret in this seeking for something through the labor of hands. All
+development of body must come through exercise of muscles. The virility
+of cell in tissue and bone depended upon that. Thus he had found in toil
+the pleasure and reward athletes had in their desultory training. But
+when a man learned this secret the need of work must become permanent.
+Did this explain the law of the Persians that every man was required to
+sweat every day?
+
+Carley tried to picture to herself Glenn's attitude of mind when he
+had first gone to work here in the West. Resolutely she now denied her
+shrinking, cowardly sensitiveness. She would go to the root of this
+matter, if she had intelligence enough. Crippled, ruined in health,
+wrecked and broken by an inexplicable war, soul-blighted by the
+heartless, callous neglect of government and public, on the verge of
+madness at the insupportable facts, he had yet been wonderful enough,
+true enough to himself and God, to fight for life with the instinct of
+a man, to fight for his mind with a noble and unquenchable faith.
+Alone indeed he had been alone! And by some miracle beyond the power of
+understanding he had found day by day in his painful efforts some hope
+and strength to go on. He could not have had any illusions. For Glenn
+Kilbourne the health and happiness and success most men held so dear
+must have seemed impossible. His slow, daily, tragic, and terrible task
+must have been something he owed himself. Not for Carley Burch! She like
+all the others had failed him. How Carley shuddered in confession of
+that! Not for the country which had used him and cast him off! Carley
+divined now, as if by a flash of lightning, the meaning of Glenn's
+strange, cold, scornful, and aloof manner when he had encountered young
+men of his station, as capable and as strong as he, who had escaped the
+service of the army. For him these men did not exist. They were less
+than nothing. They had waxed fat on lucrative jobs; they had basked in
+the presence of girls whose brothers and lovers were in the trenches
+or on the turbulent sea, exposed to the ceaseless dread and almost
+ceaseless toil of war. If Glenn's spirit had lifted him to endurance
+of war for the sake of others, how then could it fail him in a precious
+duty of fidelity to himself? Carley could see him day by day toiling in
+his lonely canyon--plodding to his lonely cabin. He had been playing
+the game--fighting it out alone as surely he knew his brothers of like
+misfortune were fighting.
+
+So Glenn Kilbourne loomed heroically in Carley's transfigured sight. He
+was one of Carley's battle-scarred warriors. Out of his travail he had
+climbed on stepping-stones of his dead self. Resurgam! That had been
+his unquenchable cry. Who had heard it? Only the solitude of his lonely
+canyon, only the waiting, dreaming, watching walls, only the silent
+midnight shadows, only the white, blinking, passionless stars, only the
+wild creatures of his haunts, only the moaning wind in the pines--only
+these had been with him in his agony. How near were these things to God?
+
+Carley's heart seemed full to bursting. Not another single moment could
+her mounting love abide in a heart that held a double purpose. How
+bitter the assurance that she had not come West to help him! It was
+self, self, all self that had actuated her. Unworthy indeed was she of
+the love of this man. Only a lifetime of devotion to him could acquit
+her in the eyes of her better self. Sweetly and madly raced the thrill
+and tumult of her blood. There must be only one outcome to her romance.
+Yet the next instant there came a dull throbbing--an oppression
+which was pain--an impondering vague thought of catastrophe. Only the
+fearfulness of love perhaps!
+
+She saw him complete his task and wipe his brown moist face and stride
+toward her, coming nearer, tall and erect with something added to his
+soldierly bearing, with a light in his eyes she could no longer bear.
+
+The moment for which she had waited more than two months had come at
+last.
+
+"Glenn--when will you go back East?" she asked, tensely and low.
+
+The instant the words were spent upon her lips she realized that he
+had always been waiting and prepared for this question that had been so
+terrible for her to ask.
+
+"Carley," he replied gently, though his voice rang, "I am never going
+back East."
+
+An inward quivering hindered her articulation.
+
+"Never?" she whispered.
+
+"Never to live, or stay any while," he went on. "I might go some time
+for a little visit.... But never to live."
+
+"Oh--Glenn!" she gasped, and her hands fluttered out to him. The shock
+was driving home. No amaze, no incredulity succeeded her reception of
+the fact. It was a slow stab. Carley felt the cold blanch of her skin.
+"Then--this is it--the something I felt strange between us?"
+
+"Yes, I knew--and you never asked me," he replied.
+
+"That was it? All the time you knew," she whispered, huskily. "You knew.
+... I'd never--marry you--never live out here?"
+
+"Yes, Carley, I knew you'd never be woman enough--American enough--to
+help me reconstruct my broken life out here in the West," he replied,
+with a sad and bitter smile.
+
+That flayed her. An insupportable shame and wounded vanity and clamoring
+love contended for dominance of her emotions. Love beat down all else.
+
+"Dearest--I beg of you--don't break my heart," she implored.
+
+"I love you, Carley," he answered, steadily, with piercing eyes on hers.
+
+"Then come back--home--home with me."
+
+"No. If you love me you will be my wife."
+
+"Love you! Glenn, I worship you," she broke out, passionately. "But I
+could not live here--I could not."
+
+"Carley, did you ever read of the woman who said, 'Whither thou goest,
+there will I go'..."
+
+"Oh, don't be ruthless! Don't judge me.... I never dreamed of this. I
+came West to take you back."
+
+"My dear, it was a mistake," he said, gently, softening to her distress.
+"I'm sorry I did not write you more plainly. But, Carley, I could not
+ask you to share this--this wilderness home with me. I don't ask it now.
+I always knew you couldn't do it. Yet you've changed so--that I hoped
+against hope. Love makes us blind even to what we see."
+
+"Don't try to spare me. I'm slight and miserable. I stand abased in
+my own eyes. I thought I loved you. But I must love best the
+crowd--people--luxury--fashion--the damned round of things I was born
+to."
+
+"Carley, you will realize their insufficiency too late," he replied,
+earnestly. "The things you were born to are love, work, children,
+happiness."
+
+"Don't! don't!... they are hollow mockery for me," she cried,
+passionately. "Glenn, it is the end. It must come--quickly.... You are
+free."
+
+"I do not ask to be free. Wait. Go home and look at it again with
+different eyes. Think things over. Remember what came to me out of the
+West. I will always love you--and I will be here--hoping--"
+
+"I--I cannot listen," she returned, brokenly, and she clenched her
+hands tightly to keep from wringing them. "I--I cannot face you.... Here
+is--your ring.... You--are--free.... Don't stop me--don't come.... Oh,
+Glenn, good-by!"
+
+With breaking heart she whirled away from him and hurried down the slope
+toward the trail. The shade of the forest enveloped her. Peering back
+through the trees, she saw Glenn standing where she had left him, as
+if already stricken by the loneliness that must be his lot. A sob broke
+from Carley's throat. She hated herself. She was in a terrible state of
+conflict. Decision had been wrenched from her, but she sensed unending
+strife. She dared not look back again. Stumbling and breathless, she
+hurried on. How changed the atmosphere and sunlight and shadow of the
+canyon! The looming walls had pitiless eyes for her flight. When she
+crossed the mouth of West Fork an almost irresistible force breathed to
+her from under the stately pines.
+
+An hour later she had bidden farewell to the weeping Mrs. Hutter, and to
+the white-faced Flo, and Lolomi Lodge, and the murmuring waterfall, and
+the haunting loneliness of Oak Creek Canyon.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VIII
+
+At Flagstaff, where Carley arrived a few minutes before train time, she
+was too busily engaged with tickets and baggage to think of herself
+or of the significance of leaving Arizona. But as she walked into the
+Pullman she overheard a passenger remark, "Regular old Arizona sunset,"
+and that shook her heart. Suddenly she realized she had come to love the
+colorful sunsets, to watch and wait for them. And bitterly she thought
+how that was her way to learn the value of something when it was gone.
+
+The jerk and start of the train affected her with singular depressing
+shock. She had burned her last bridge behind her. Had she unconsciously
+hoped for some incredible reversion of Glenn's mind or of her own? A
+sense of irreparable loss flooded over her--the first check to shame and
+humiliation.
+
+From her window she looked out to the southwest. Somewhere across the
+cedar and pine-greened uplands lay Oak Creek Canyon, going to sleep in
+its purple and gold shadows of sunset. Banks of broken clouds hung to
+the horizon, like continents and islands and reefs set in a turquoise
+sea. Shafts of sunlight streaked down through creamy-edged and
+purple-centered clouds. Vast flare of gold dominated the sunset
+background.
+
+When the train rounded a curve Carley's strained vision became filled
+with the upheaved bulk of the San Francisco Mountains. Ragged gray
+grass slopes and green forests on end, and black fringed sky lines, all
+pointed to the sharp clear peaks spearing the sky. And as she watched,
+the peaks slowly flushed with sunset hues, and the sky flared golden,
+and the strength of the eternal mountains stood out in sculptured
+sublimity. Every day for two months and more Carley had watched these
+peaks, at all hours, in every mood; and they had unconsciously become a
+part of her thought. The train was relentlessly whirling her eastward.
+Soon they must become a memory. Tears blurred her sight. Poignant regret
+seemed added to the anguish she was suffering. Why had she not learned
+sooner to see the glory of the mountains, to appreciate the beauty and
+solitude? Why had she not understood herself?
+
+The next day through New Mexico she followed magnificent ranges and
+valleys--so different from the country she had seen coming West--so
+supremely beautiful that she wondered if she had only acquired the
+harvest of a seeing eye.
+
+But it was at sunset of the following day, when the train was speeding
+down the continental slope of prairie land beyond the Rockies, that the
+West took its ruthless revenge.
+
+Masses of strange cloud and singular light upon the green prairie, and a
+luminosity in the sky, drew Carley to the platform of her car, which was
+the last of the train. There she stood, gripping the iron gate, feeling
+the wind whip her hair and the iron-tracked ground speed from under her,
+spellbound and stricken at the sheer wonder and glory of the firmament,
+and the mountain range that it canopied so exquisitely.
+
+A rich and mellow light, singularly clear, seemed to flood out of some
+unknown source. For the sun was hidden. The clouds just above
+Carley hung low, and they were like thick, heavy smoke, mushrooming,
+coalescing, forming and massing, of strange yellow cast of nature. It
+shaded westward into heliotrope and this into a purple so royal, so
+matchless and rare that Carley understood why the purple of the heavens
+could never be reproduced in paint. Here the cloud mass thinned and
+paled, and a tint of rose began to flush the billowy, flowery, creamy
+white. Then came the surpassing splendor of this cloud pageant--a vast
+canopy of shell pink, a sun-fired surface like an opal sea, rippled
+and webbed, with the exquisite texture of an Oriental fabric, pure,
+delicate, lovely--as no work of human hands could be. It mirrored all
+the warm, pearly tints of the inside whorl of the tropic nautilus. And
+it ended abruptly, a rounded depth of bank, on a broad stream of clear
+sky, intensely blue, transparently blue, as if through the lambent
+depths shone the infinite firmament. The lower edge of this stream
+took the golden lightning of the sunset and was notched for all its
+horizon-long length by the wondrous white glistening-peaked range of the
+Rockies. Far to the north, standing aloof from the range, loomed up the
+grand black bulk and noble white dome of Pikes Peak.
+
+Carley watched the sunset transfiguration of cloud and sky and mountain
+until all were cold and gray. And then she returned to her seat,
+thoughtful and sad, feeling that the West had mockingly flung at her one
+of its transient moments of loveliness.
+
+Nor had the West wholly finished with her. Next day the mellow gold of
+the Kansas wheat fields, endless and boundless as a sunny sea, rich,
+waving in the wind, stretched away before her aching eyes for hours
+and hours. Here was the promise fulfilled, the bountiful harvest of the
+land, the strength of the West. The great middle state had a heart of
+gold.
+
+East of Chicago Carley began to feel that the long days and nights of
+riding, the ceaseless turning of the wheels, the constant and wearing
+stress of emotion, had removed her an immeasurable distance of miles and
+time and feeling from the scene of her catastrophe. Many days seemed to
+have passed. Many had been the hours of her bitter regret and anguish.
+
+Indiana and Ohio, with their green pastoral farms, and numberless
+villages, and thriving cities, denoted a country far removed and
+different from the West, and an approach to the populous East. Carley
+felt like a wanderer coming home. She was restlessly and impatiently
+glad. But her weariness of body and mind, and the close atmosphere of
+the car, rendered her extreme discomfort. Summer had laid its hot hand
+on the low country east of the Mississippi.
+
+Carley had wired her aunt and two of her intimate friends to meet her at
+the Grand Central Station. This reunion soon to come affected Carley
+in recurrent emotions of relief, gladness, and shame. She did not sleep
+well, and arose early, and when the train reached Albany she felt that
+she could hardly endure the tedious hours. The majestic Hudson and the
+palatial mansions on the wooded bluffs proclaimed to Carley that she was
+back in the East. How long a time seemed to have passed! Either she was
+not the same or the aspect of everything had changed. But she believed
+that as soon as she got over the ordeal of meeting her friends, and was
+home again, she would soon see things rationally.
+
+At last the train sheered away from the broad Hudson and entered
+the environs of New York. Carley sat perfectly still, to all outward
+appearances a calm, superbly-poised New York woman returning home,
+but inwardly raging with contending tides. In her own sight she was a
+disgraceful failure, a prodigal sneaking back to the ease and protection
+of loyal friends who did not know her truly. Every familiar landmark
+in the approach to the city gave her a thrill, yet a vague unsatisfied
+something lingered after each sensation.
+
+Then the train with rush and roar crossed the Harlem River to enter New
+York City. As one waking from a dream Carley saw the blocks and squares
+of gray apartment houses and red buildings, the miles of roofs and
+chimneys, the long hot glaring streets full of playing children and
+cars. Then above the roar of the train sounded the high notes of a
+hurdy-gurdy. Indeed she was home. Next to startle her was the dark
+tunnel, and then the slowing of the train to a stop. As she walked
+behind a porter up the long incline toward the station gate her legs
+seemed to be dead.
+
+In the circle of expectant faces beyond the gate she saw her aunt's,
+eager and agitated, then the handsome pale face of Eleanor Harmon, and
+beside her the sweet thin one of Beatrice Lovell. As they saw her how
+quick the change from expectancy to joy! It seemed they all rushed upon
+her, and embraced her, and exclaimed over her together. Carley never
+recalled what she said. But her heart was full.
+
+"Oh, how perfectly stunning you look!" cried Eleanor, backing away from
+Carley and gazing with glad, surprised eyes.
+
+"Carley!" gasped Beatrice. "You wonderful golden-skinned goddess!...
+You're young again, like you were in our school days."
+
+It was before Aunt Mary's shrewd, penetrating, loving gaze that Carley
+quailed.
+
+"Yes, Carley, you look well--better than I ever saw you, but--but--"
+
+"But I don't look happy," interrupted Carley. "I am happy to get
+home--to see you all... But--my--my heart is broken!"
+
+A little shocked silence ensued, then Carley found herself being led
+across the lower level and up the wide stairway. As she mounted to the
+vast-domed cathedral-like chamber of the station a strange sensation
+pierced her with a pang. Not the old thrill of leaving New York or
+returning! Nor was it the welcome sight of the hurrying, well-dressed
+throng of travelers and commuters, nor the stately beauty of the
+station. Carley shut her eyes, and then she knew. The dim light of vast
+space above, the looming gray walls, shadowy with tracery of figures,
+the lofty dome like the blue sky, brought back to her the walls of Oak
+Creek Canyon and the great caverns under the ramparts. As suddenly as
+she had shut her eyes Carley opened them to face her friends.
+
+"Let me get it over--quickly," she burst out, with hot blood surging
+to her face. "I--I hated the West. It was so raw--so violent--so big.
+I think I hate it more--now.... But it changed me--made me over
+physically--and did something to my soul--God knows what.... And it has
+saved Glenn. Oh! he is wonderful! You would never know him.... For long
+I had not the courage to tell him I came to bring him back East. I kept
+putting it off. And I rode, I climbed, I camped, I lived outdoors. At
+first it nearly killed me. Then it grew bearable, and easier, until I
+forgot. I wouldn't be honest if I didn't admit now that somehow I had a
+wonderful time, in spite of all.... Glenn's business is raising hogs. He
+has a hog ranch. Doesn't it sound sordid? But things are not always
+what they sound--or seem. Glenn is absorbed in his work. I hated it--I
+expected to ridicule it. But I ended by infinitely respecting him. I
+learned through his hog-raising the real nobility of work.... Well, at
+last I found courage to ask him when he was coming back to New York. He
+said 'never!'... I realized then my blindness, my selfishness. I could
+not be his wife and live there. I could not. I was too small, too
+miserable, too comfort-loving--too spoiled. And all the time he knew
+this--knew I'd never be big enough to marry him.... That broke my heart.
+I left him free--and here I am.... I beg you--don't ask me any more--and
+never to mention it to me--so I can forget."
+
+The tender unspoken sympathy of women who loved her proved comforting
+in that trying hour. With the confession ruthlessly made the hard
+compression in Carley's breast subsided, and her eyes cleared of a
+hateful dimness. When they reached the taxi stand outside the station
+Carley felt a rush of hot devitalized air from the street. She seemed
+not to be able to get air into her lungs.
+
+"Isn't it dreadfully hot?" she asked.
+
+"This is a cool spell to what we had last week," replied Eleanor.
+
+"Cool!" exclaimed Carley, as she wiped her moist face. "I wonder if you
+Easterners know the real significance of words."
+
+Then they entered a taxi, to be whisked away apparently through a
+labyrinthine maze of cars and streets, where pedestrians had to run
+and jump for their lives. A congestion of traffic at Fifth Avenue and
+Forty-second Street halted their taxi for a few moments, and here in
+the thick of it Carley had full assurance that she was back in the
+metropolis. Her sore heart eased somewhat at sight of the streams of
+people passing to and fro. How they rushed! Where were they going? What
+was their story? And all the while her aunt held her hand, and Beatrice
+and Eleanor talked as fast as their tongues could wag. Then the taxi
+clattered on up the Avenue, to turn down a side street and presently
+stop at Carley's home. It was a modest three-story brown-stone house.
+Carley had been so benumbed by sensations that she did not imagine
+she could experience a new one. But peering out of the taxi, she gazed
+dubiously at the brownish-red stone steps and front of her home.
+
+"I'm going to have it painted," she muttered, as if to herself.
+
+Her aunt and her friends laughed, glad and relieved to hear such
+a practical remark from Carley. How were they to divine that this
+brownish-red stone was the color of desert rocks and canyon walls?
+
+In a few more moments Carley was inside the house, feeling a sense of
+protection in the familiar rooms that had been her home for seventeen
+years. Once in the sanctity of her room, which was exactly as she had
+left it, her first action was to look in the mirror at her weary, dusty,
+heated face. Neither the brownness of it nor the shadow appeared to
+harmonize with the image of her that haunted the mirror.
+
+"Now!" she whispered low. "It's done. I'm home. The old life--or a new
+life? How to meet either. Now!"
+
+Thus she challenged her spirit. And her intelligence rang at her the
+imperative necessity for action, for excitement, for effort that left no
+time for rest or memory or wakefulness. She accepted the issue. She was
+glad of the stern fight ahead of her. She set her will and steeled her
+heart with all the pride and vanity and fury of a woman who had been
+defeated but who scorned defeat. She was what birth and breeding and
+circumstance had made her. She would seek what the old life held.
+
+What with unpacking and chatting and telephoning and lunching, the day
+soon passed. Carley went to dinner with friends and later to a
+roof garden. The color and light, the gayety and music, the news
+of acquaintances, the humor of the actors--all, in fact, except the
+unaccustomed heat and noise, were most welcome and diverting. That night
+she slept the sleep of weariness.
+
+Awakening early, she inaugurated a habit of getting up at once, instead
+of lolling in bed, and breakfasting there, and reading her mail, as had
+been her wont before going West. Then she went over business matters
+with her aunt, called on her lawyer and banker, took lunch with Rose
+Maynard, and spent the afternoon shopping. Strong as she was, the
+unaccustomed heat and the hard pavements and the jostle of shoppers and
+the continual rush of sensations wore her out so completely that she did
+not want any dinner. She talked to her aunt a while, then went to bed.
+
+Next day Carley motored through Central Park, and out of town into
+Westchester County, finding some relief from the stiffing heat. But she
+seemed to look at the dusty trees and the worn greens without really
+seeing them. In the afternoon she called on friends, and had dinner at
+home with her aunt, and then went to a theatre. The musical comedy was
+good, but the almost unbearable heat and the vitiated air spoiled her
+enjoyment. That night upon arriving home at midnight she stepped out of
+the taxi, and involuntarily, without thought, looked up to see the
+stars. But there were no stars. A murky yellow-tinged blackness hung low
+over the city. Carley recollected that stars, and sunrises and sunsets,
+and untainted air, and silence were not for city dwellers. She checked
+any continuation of the thought.
+
+A few days sufficed to swing her into the old life. Many of Carley's
+friends had neither the leisure nor the means to go away from the city
+during the summer. Some there were who might have afforded that if they
+had seen fit to live in less showy apartments, or to dispense with
+cars. Other of her best friends were on their summer outings in the
+Adirondacks. Carley decided to go with her aunt to Lake Placid about the
+first of August. Meanwhile she would keep going and doing.
+
+She had been a week in town before Morrison telephoned her and added
+his welcome. Despite the gay gladness of his voice, it irritated her.
+Really, she scarcely wanted to see him. But a meeting was inevitable,
+and besides, going out with him was in accordance with the plan she had
+adopted. So she made an engagement to meet him at the Plaza for dinner.
+When with slow and pondering action she hung up the receiver it occurred
+to her that she resented the idea of going to the Plaza. She did not
+dwell on the reason why.
+
+When Carley went into the reception room of the Plaza that night
+Morrison was waiting for her--the same slim, fastidious, elegant,
+sallow-faced Morrison whose image she had in mind, yet somehow
+different. He had what Carley called the New York masculine face, blase
+and lined, with eyes that gleamed, yet had no fire. But at sight of her
+his face lighted up.
+
+"By Jove! but you've come back a peach!" he exclaimed, clasping her
+extended hand. "Eleanor told me you looked great. It's worth missing you
+to see you like this."
+
+"Thanks, Larry," she replied. "I must look pretty well to win that
+compliment from you. And how are you feeling? You don't seem robust for
+a golfer and horseman. But then I'm used to husky Westerners."
+
+"Oh, I'm fagged with the daily grind," he said. "I'll be glad to get up
+in the mountains next month. Let's go down to dinner."
+
+They descended the spiral stairway to the grillroom, where an orchestra
+was playing jazz, and dancers gyrated on a polished floor, and diners in
+evening dress looked on over their cigarettes.
+
+"Well, Carley, are you still finicky about the eats?" he queried,
+consulting the menu.
+
+"No. But I prefer plain food," she replied.
+
+"Have a cigarette," he said, holding out his silver monogrammed case.
+
+"Thanks, Larry. I--I guess I'll not take up smoking again. You see,
+while I was West I got out of the habit."
+
+"Yes, they told me you had changed," he returned. "How about drinking?"
+
+"Why, I thought New York had gone dry!" she said, forcing a laugh.
+
+"Only on the surface. Underneath it's wetter than ever."
+
+"Well, I'll obey the law."
+
+He ordered a rather elaborate dinner, and then turning his attention to
+Carley, gave her closer scrutiny. Carley knew then that he had become
+acquainted with the fact of her broken engagement. It was a relief not
+to need to tell him.
+
+"How's that big stiff, Kilbourne?" asked Morrison, suddenly. "Is it true
+he got well?"
+
+"Oh--yes! He's fine," replied Carley with eyes cast down. A hot knot
+seemed to form deep within her and threatened to break and steal along
+her veins. "But if you please--I do not care to talk of him."
+
+"Naturally. But I must tell you that one man's loss is another's gain."
+
+Carley had rather expected renewed courtship from Morrison. She had
+not, however, been prepared for the beat of her pulse, the quiver of her
+nerves, the uprising of hot resentment at the mere mention of Kilbourne.
+It was only natural that Glenn's former rivals should speak of him, and
+perhaps disparagingly. But from this man Carley could not bear even a
+casual reference. Morrison had escaped the army service. He had been
+given a high-salaried post at the ship-yards--the duties of which, if
+there had been any, he performed wherever he happened to be. Morrison's
+father had made a fortune in leather during the war. And Carley
+remembered Glenn telling her he had seen two whole blocks in Paris
+piled twenty feet deep with leather army goods that were never used and
+probably had never been intended to be used. Morrison represented the
+not inconsiderable number of young men in New York who had gained at
+the expense of the valiant legion who had lost. But what had Morrison
+gained? Carley raised her eyes to gaze steadily at him. He looked
+well-fed, indolent, rich, effete, and supremely self-satisfied. She
+could not see that he had gained anything. She would rather have been a
+crippled ruined soldier.
+
+"Larry, I fear gain and loss are mere words," she said. "The thing that
+counts with me is what you are."
+
+He stared in well-bred surprise, and presently talked of a new dance
+which had lately come into vogue. And from that he passed on to gossip
+of the theatres. Once between courses of the dinner he asked Carley to
+dance, and she complied. The music would have stimulated an Egyptian
+mummy, Carley thought, and the subdued rose lights, the murmur of gay
+voices, the glide and grace and distortion of the dancers, were
+exciting and pleasurable. Morrison had the suppleness and skill of a
+dancing-master. But he held Carley too tightly, and so she told him, and
+added, "I imbibed some fresh pure air while I was out West--something
+you haven't here--and I don't want it all squeezed out of me."
+
+
+The latter days of July Carley made busy--so busy that she lost her tan
+and appetite, and something of her splendid resistance to the dragging
+heat and late hours. Seldom was she without some of her friends. She
+accepted almost any kind of an invitation, and went even to Coney
+Island, to baseball games, to the motion pictures, which were three
+forms of amusement not customary with her. At Coney Island, which she
+visited with two of her younger girl friends, she had the best time
+since her arrival home. What had put her in accord with ordinary people?
+The baseball games, likewise pleased her. The running of the players and
+the screaming of the spectators amused and excited her. But she hated
+the motion pictures with their salacious and absurd misrepresentations
+of life, in some cases capably acted by skillful actors, and in others a
+silly series of scenes featuring some doll-faced girl.
+
+But she refused to go horseback riding in Central Park. She refused
+to go to the Plaza. And these refusals she made deliberately, without
+asking herself why.
+
+On August 1st she accompanied her aunt and several friends to Lake
+Placid, where they established themselves at a hotel. How welcome to
+Carley's strained eyes were the green of mountains, the soft gleam of
+amber water! How sweet and refreshing a breath of cool pure air! The
+change from New York's glare and heat and dirt, and iron-red insulating
+walls, and thronging millions of people, and ceaseless roar and rush,
+was tremendously relieving to Carley. She had burned the candle at both
+ends. But the beauty of the hills and vales, the quiet of the forest,
+the sight of the stars, made it harder to forget. She had to rest. And
+when she rested she could not always converse, or read, or write.
+
+For the most part her days held variety and pleasure. The place was
+beautiful, the weather pleasant, the people congenial. She motored over
+the forest roads, she canoed along the margin of the lake, she played
+golf and tennis. She wore exquisite gowns to dinner and danced during
+the evenings. But she seldom walked anywhere on the trails and, never
+alone, and she never climbed the mountains and never rode a horse.
+
+Morrison arrived and added his attentions to those of other men. Carley
+neither accepted nor repelled them. She favored the association with
+married couples and older people, and rather shunned the pairing off
+peculiar to vacationists at summer hotels. She had always loved to play
+and romp with children, but here she found herself growing to avoid
+them, somehow hurt by sound of pattering feet and joyous laughter. She
+filled the days as best she could, and usually earned quick slumber
+at night. She staked all on present occupation and the truth of flying
+time.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IX
+
+The latter part of September Carley returned to New York.
+
+Soon after her arrival she received by letter a formal proposal of
+marriage from Elbert Harrington, who had been quietly attentive to
+her during her sojourn at Lake Placid. He was a lawyer of distinction,
+somewhat older than most of her friends, and a man of means and fine
+family. Carley was quite surprised. Harrington was really one of the few
+of her acquaintances whom she regarded as somewhat behind the times, and
+liked him the better for that. But she could not marry him, and
+replied to his letter in as kindly a manner as possible. Then he called
+personally.
+
+"Carley, I've come to ask you to reconsider," he said, with a smile in
+his gray eyes. He was not a tall or handsome man, but he had what women
+called a nice strong face.
+
+"Elbert, you embarrass me," she replied, trying to laugh it out. "Indeed
+I feel honored, and I thank you. But I can't marry you."
+
+"Why not?" he asked, quietly.
+
+"Because I don't love you," she replied.
+
+"I did not expect you to," he said. "I hoped in time you might come to
+care. I've known you a good many years, Carley. Forgive me if I tell you
+I see you are breaking--wearing yourself down. Maybe it is not a husband
+you need so much now, but you do need a home and children. You are
+wasting your life."
+
+"All you say may be true, my friend," replied Carley, with a helpless
+little upflinging of hands. "Yet it does not alter my feelings."
+
+"But you will marry sooner or later?" he queried, persistently.
+
+This straightforward question struck Carley as singularly as if it was
+one she might never have encountered. It forced her to think of things
+she had buried.
+
+"I don't believe I ever will," she answered, thoughtfully.
+
+"That is nonsense, Carley," he went on. "You'll have to marry. What
+else can you do? With all due respect to your feelings--that affair with
+Kilbourne is ended--and you're not the wishy-washy heartbreak kind of a
+girl."
+
+"You can never tell what a woman will do," she said, somewhat coldly.
+
+"Certainly not. That's why I refuse to take no. Carley, be reasonable.
+You like me--respect me, do you not?"
+
+"Why, of course I do!"
+
+"I'm only thirty-five, and I could give you all any sensible woman
+wants," he said. "Let's make a real American home. Have you thought at
+all about that, Carley? Something is wrong today. Men are not marrying.
+Wives are not having children. Of all the friends I have, not one has a
+real American home. Why, it is a terrible fact! But, Carley, you are not
+a sentimentalist, or a melancholiac. Nor are you a waster. You have fine
+qualities. You need something to do, some one to care for."
+
+"Pray do not think me ungrateful, Elbert," she replied, "nor insensible
+to the truth of what you say. But my answer is no!"
+
+When Harrington had gone Carley went to her room, and precisely as
+upon her return from Arizona she faced her mirror skeptically and
+relentlessly. "I am such a liar that I'll do well to look at myself,"
+she meditated. "Here I am again. Now! The world expects me to marry. But
+what do I expect?"
+
+There was a raw unheated wound in Carley's heart. Seldom had she
+permitted herself to think about it, let alone to probe it with hard
+materialistic queries. But custom to her was as inexorable as life. If
+she chose to live in the world she must conform to its customs. For
+a woman marriage was the aim and the end and the all of existence.
+Nevertheless, for Carley it could not be without love. Before she had
+gone West she might have had many of the conventional modern ideas about
+women and marriage. But because out there in the wilds her love and
+perception had broadened, now her arraignment of herself and her sex
+was bigger, sterner, more exacting. The months she had been home seemed
+fuller than all the months of her life. She had tried to forget and
+enjoy; she had not succeeded; but she had looked with far-seeing eyes at
+her world. Glenn Kilbourne's tragic fate had opened her eyes.
+
+Either the world was all wrong or the people in it were. But if that
+were an extravagant and erroneous supposition, there certainly was proof
+positive that her own small individual world was wrong. The women
+did not do any real work; they did not bear children; they lived on
+excitement and luxury. They had no ideals. How greatly were men to
+blame? Carley doubted her judgment here. But as men could not live
+without the smiles and comradeship and love of women, it was only
+natural that they should give the women what they wanted. Indeed, they
+had no choice. It was give or go without. How much of real love entered
+into the marriages among her acquaintances? Before marriage Carley
+wanted a girl to be sweet, proud, aloof, with a heart of golden fire.
+Not attainable except through love! It would be better that no children
+be born at all unless born of such beautiful love. Perhaps that was
+why so few children were born. Nature's balance and revenge! In Arizona
+Carley had learned something of the ruthlessness and inevitableness
+of nature. She was finding out she had learned this with many other
+staggering facts.
+
+"I love Glenn still," she whispered, passionately, with trembling lips,
+as she faced the tragic-eyed image of herself in the mirror. "I love him
+more--more. Oh, my God! If I were honest I'd cry out the truth! It is
+terrible. ... I will always love him. How then could I marry any other
+man? I would be a lie, a cheat. If I could only forget him--only kill
+that love. Then I might love another man--and if I did love him--no
+matter what I had felt or done before, I would be worthy. I could feel
+worthy. I could give him just as much. But without such love I'd give
+only a husk--a body without soul."
+
+Love, then, was the sacred and holy flame of life that sanctioned the
+begetting of children. Marriage might be a necessity of modern time, but
+it was not the vital issue. Carley's anguish revealed strange and
+hidden truths. In some inexplicable way Nature struck a terrible
+balance--revenged herself upon a people who had no children, or who
+brought into the world children not created by the divinity of love,
+unyearned for, and therefore somehow doomed to carry on the blunders and
+burdens of life.
+
+Carley realized how right and true it might be for her to throw herself
+away upon an inferior man, even a fool or a knave, if she loved him with
+that great and natural love of woman; likewise it dawned upon her how
+false and wrong and sinful it would be to marry the greatest or the
+richest or the noblest man unless she had that supreme love to give him,
+and knew it was reciprocated.
+
+"What am I going to do with my life?" she asked, bitterly and aghast.
+"I have been--I am a waster. I've lived for nothing but pleasurable
+sensation. I'm utterly useless. I do absolutely no good on earth."
+
+Thus she saw how Harrington's words rang true--how they had precipitated
+a crisis for which her unconscious brooding had long made preparation.
+
+"Why not give up ideals and be like the rest of my kind?" she
+soliloquized.
+
+That was one of the things which seemed wrong with modern life. She
+thrust the thought from her with passionate scorn. If poor, broken,
+ruined Glenn Kilbourne could cling to an ideal and fight for it, could
+not she, who had all the world esteemed worth while, be woman enough to
+do the same? The direction of her thought seemed to have changed. She
+had been ready for rebellion. Three months of the old life had shown
+her that for her it was empty, vain, farcical, without one redeeming
+feature. The naked truth was brutal, but it cut clean to wholesome
+consciousness. Such so-called social life as she had plunged into
+deliberately to forget her unhappiness had failed her utterly. If she
+had been shallow and frivolous it might have done otherwise. Stripped
+of all guise, her actions must have been construed by a penetrating
+and impartial judge as a mere parading of her decorated person before a
+number of males with the purpose of ultimate selection.
+
+"I've got to find some work," she muttered, soberly.
+
+At the moment she heard the postman's whistle outside; and a little
+later the servant brought up her mail. The first letter, large, soiled,
+thick, bore the postmark Flagstaff, and her address in Glenn Kilbourne's
+writing.
+
+Carley stared at it. Her heart gave a great leap. Her hand shook. She
+sat down suddenly as if the strength of her legs was inadequate to
+uphold her.
+
+"Glenn has--written me!" she whispered, in slow, halting realization.
+"For what? Oh, why?"
+
+The other letters fell off her lap, to lie unnoticed. This big thick
+envelope fascinated her. It was one of the stamped envelopes she had
+seen in his cabin. It contained a letter that had been written on his
+rude table, before the open fire, in the light of the doorway, in that
+little log-cabin under the spreading pines of West Ford Canyon. Dared
+she read it? The shock to her heart passed; and with mounting swell,
+seemingly too full for her breast, it began to beat and throb a wild
+gladness through all her being. She tore the envelope apart and read:
+
+
+DEAR CARLEY:
+
+I'm surely glad for a good excuse to write you.
+
+Once in a blue moon I get a letter, and today Hutter brought me one
+from a soldier pard of mine who was with me in the Argonne. His name is
+Virgil Rust--queer name, don't you think?--and he's from Wisconsin. Just
+a rough-diamond sort of chap, but fairly well educated. He and I were
+in some pretty hot places, and it was he who pulled me out of a shell
+crater. I'd "gone west" sure then if it hadn't been for Rust.
+
+Well, he did all sorts of big things during the war. Was down several
+times with wounds. He liked to fight and he was a holy terror. We all
+thought he'd get medals and promotion. But he didn't get either. These
+much-desired things did not always go where they were best deserved.
+
+Rust is now lying in a hospital in Bedford Park. His letter is pretty
+blue. All he says about why he's there is that he's knocked out. But he
+wrote a heap about his girl. It seems he was in love with a girl in his
+home town--a pretty, big-eyed lass whose picture I've seen--and while
+he was overseas she married one of the chaps who got out of fighting.
+Evidently Rust is deeply hurt. He wrote: "I'd not care so... if she'd
+thrown me down to marry an old man or a boy who couldn't have gone to
+war." You see, Carley, service men feel queer about that sort of thing.
+It's something we got over there, and none of us will ever outlive it.
+Now, the point of this is that I am asking you to go see Rust, and cheer
+him up, and do what you can for the poor devil. It's a good deal to
+ask of you, I know, especially as Rust saw your picture many a time and
+knows you were my girl. But you needn't tell him that you--we couldn't
+make a go of it.
+
+And, as I am writing this to you, I see no reason why I shouldn't go on
+in behalf of myself.
+
+The fact is, Carley, I miss writing to you more than I miss anything
+of my old life. I'll bet you have a trunkful of letters from me--unless
+you've destroyed them. I'm not going to say how I miss your letters. But
+I will say you wrote the most charming and fascinating letters of anyone
+I ever knew, quite aside from any sentiment. You knew, of course, that
+I had no other girl correspondent. Well, I got along fairly well before
+you came West, but I'd be an awful liar if I denied I didn't get lonely
+for you and your letters. It's different now that you've been to Oak
+Creek. I'm alone most of the time and I dream a lot, and I'm afraid I
+see you here in my cabin, and along the brook, and under the pines, and
+riding Calico--which you came to do well--and on my hogpen fence--and,
+oh, everywhere! I don't want you to think I'm down in the mouth, for
+I'm not. I'll take my medicine. But, Carley, you spoiled me, and I miss
+hearing from you, and I don't see why it wouldn't be all right for you
+to send me a friendly letter occasionally.
+
+It is autumn now. I wish you could see Arizona canyons in their gorgeous
+colors. We have had frost right along and the mornings are great.
+There's a broad zigzag belt of gold halfway up the San Francisco peaks,
+and that is the aspen thickets taking on their fall coat. Here in the
+canyon you'd think there was blazing fire everywhere. The vines and
+the maples are red, scarlet, carmine, cerise, magenta, all the hues of
+flame. The oak leaves are turning russet gold, and the sycamores are
+yellow green. Up on the desert the other day I rode across a patch of
+asters, lilac and lavender, almost purple. I had to get off and pluck a
+handful. And then what do you think? I dug up the whole bunch, roots and
+all, and planted them on the sunny side of my cabin. I rather guess your
+love of flowers engendered this remarkable susceptibility in me.
+
+I'm home early most every afternoon now, and I like the couple of hours
+loafing around. Guess it's bad for me, though. You know I seldom hunt,
+and the trout in the pool here are so tame now they'll almost eat out of
+my hand. I haven't the heart to fish for them. The squirrels, too, have
+grown tame and friendly. There's a red squirrel that climbs up on my
+table. And there's a chipmunk who lives in my cabin and runs over my
+bed. I've a new pet--the little pig you christened Pinky. After he had
+the wonderful good fortune to be caressed and named by you I couldn't
+think of letting him grow up in an ordinary piglike manner. So I fetched
+him home. My dog, Moze, was jealous at first and did not like this
+intrusion, but now they are good friends and sleep together. Flo has a
+kitten she's going to give me, and then, as Hutter says, I'll be "Jake."
+
+My occupation during these leisure hours perhaps would strike my old
+friends East as idle, silly, mawkish. But I believe you will understand
+me.
+
+I have the pleasure of doing nothing, and of catching now and then
+a glimpse of supreme joy in the strange state of thinking nothing.
+Tennyson came close to this in his "Lotus Eaters." Only to see--only to
+feel is enough!
+
+Sprawled on the warm sweet pine needles, I breathe through them the
+breath of the earth and am somehow no longer lonely. I cannot, of
+course, see the sunset, but I watch for its coming on the eastern wall
+of the canyon. I see the shadow slowly creep up, driving the gold before
+it, until at last the canyon rim and pines are turned to golden fire.
+I watch the sailing eagles as they streak across the gold, and swoop up
+into the blue, and pass out of sight. I watch the golden flush fade to
+gray, and then, the canyon slowly fills with purple shadows. This hour
+of twilight is the silent and melancholy one. Seldom is there any sound
+save the soft rush of the water over the stones, and that seems to die
+away. For a moment, perhaps, I am Hiawatha alone in his forest home,
+or a more primitive savage, feeling the great, silent pulse of nature,
+happy in unconsciousness, like a beast of the wild. But only for an
+instant do I ever catch this fleeting state. Next I am Glenn Kilbourne
+of West Fork, doomed and haunted by memories of the past. The great
+looming walls then become no longer blank. They are vast pages of the
+history of my life, with its past and present, and, alas! its future.
+Everything time does is written on the stones. And my stream seems to
+murmur the sad and ceaseless flow of human life, with its music and its
+misery.
+
+Then, descending from the sublime to the humdrum and necessary, I heave
+a sigh, and pull myself together, and go in to make biscuits and fry
+ham. But I should not forget to tell you that before I do go in, very
+often my looming, wonderful walls and crags weave in strange shadowy
+characters the beautiful and unforgettable face of Carley Burch!
+
+I append what little news Oak Creek affords.
+
+That blamed old bald eagle stole another of my pigs.
+
+I am doing so well with my hog-raising that Hutter wants to come in with
+me, giving me an interest in his sheep.
+
+It is rumored some one has bought the Deep Lake section I wanted for a
+ranch. I don't know who. Hutter was rather noncommittal.
+
+Charley, the herder, had one of his queer spells the other day, and
+swore to me he had a letter from you. He told the blamed lie with a
+sincere and placid eye, and even a smile of pride. Queer guy, that
+Charley!
+
+Flo and Lee Stanton had another quarrel--the worst yet, Lee tells me.
+Flo asked a girl friend out from Flag and threw her in Lee's way, so to
+speak, and when Lee retaliated by making love to the girl Flo got mad.
+Funny creatures, you girls! Flo rode with me from High Falls to West
+Fork, and never showed the slightest sign of trouble. In fact she was
+delightfully gay. She rode Calico, and beat me bad in a race.
+
+Adios, Carley. Won't you write me?
+
+GLENN.
+
+
+No sooner had Carley read the letter through to the end than she
+began it all over again, and on this second perusal she lingered over
+passages--only to reread them. That suggestion of her face sculptured by
+shadows on the canyon walls seemed to thrill her very soul.
+
+She leaped up from the reading to cry out something that was
+unutterable. All the intervening weeks of shame and anguish and fury and
+strife and pathos, and the endless striving to forget, were as if by the
+magic of a letter made nothing but vain oblations.
+
+"He loves me still!" she whispered, and pressed her breast with
+clenching hands, and laughed in wild exultance, and paced her room like
+a caged lioness. It was as if she had just awakened to the assurance she
+was beloved. That was the shibboleth--the cry by which she sounded the
+closed depths of her love and called to the stricken life of a woman's
+insatiate vanity.
+
+Then she snatched up the letter, to scan it again, and, suddenly
+grasping the import of Glenn's request, she hurried to the telephone to
+find the number of the hospital in Bedford Park. A nurse informed her
+that visitors were received at certain hours and that any attention to
+disabled soldiers was most welcome.
+
+Carley motored out there to find the hospital merely a long one-story
+frame structure, a barracks hastily thrown up for the care of invalided
+men of the service. The chauffeur informed her that it had been used
+for that purpose during the training period of the army, and later when
+injured soldiers began to arrive from France.
+
+A nurse admitted Carley into a small bare anteroom. Carley made known
+her errand.
+
+"I'm glad it's Rust you want to see," replied the nurse. "Some of these
+boys are going to die. And some will be worse off if they live. But Rust
+may get well if he'll only behave. You are a relative--or friend?"
+
+"I don't know him," answered Carley. "But I have a friend who was with
+him in France."
+
+The nurse led Carley into a long narrow room with a line of single beds
+down each side, a stove at each end, and a few chairs. Each bed appeared
+to have an occupant and those nearest Carley lay singularly quiet. At
+the far end of the room were soldiers on crutches, wearing bandages
+on their beads, carrying their arms in slings. Their merry voices
+contrasted discordantly with their sad appearance.
+
+Presently Carley stood beside a bed and looked down upon a gaunt,
+haggard young man who lay propped up on pillows.
+
+"Rust--a lady to see you," announced the nurse.
+
+Carley had difficulty in introducing herself. Had Glenn ever looked
+like this? What a face! It's healed scar only emphasized the pallor
+and furrows of pain that assuredly came from present wounds. He had
+unnaturally bright dark eyes, and a flush of fever in his hollow cheeks.
+
+"How do!" he said, with a wan smile. "Who're you?"
+
+"I'm Glenn Kilbourne's fiancee," she replied, holding out her hand.
+
+"Say, I ought to've known you," he said, eagerly, and a warmth of light
+changed the gray shade of his face. "You're the girl Carley! You're
+almost like my--my own girl. By golly! You're some looker! It was good
+of you to come. Tell me about Glenn."
+
+Carley took the chair brought by the nurse, and pulling it close to the
+bed, she smiled down upon him and said: "I'll be glad to tell you all I
+know--presently. But first you tell me about yourself. Are you in pain?
+What is your trouble? You must let me do everything I can for you, and
+these other men."
+
+Carley spent a poignant and depth-stirring hour at the bedside of
+Glenn's comrade. At last she learned from loyal lips the nature of Glenn
+Kilbourne's service to his country. How Carley clasped to her sore
+heart the praise of the man she loved--the simple proofs of his noble
+disregard of self! Rust said little about his own service to country or
+to comrade. But Carley saw enough in his face. He had been like Glenn.
+By these two Carley grasped the compelling truth of the spirit and
+sacrifice of the legion of boys who had upheld American traditions.
+Their children and their children's children, as the years rolled by
+into the future, would hold their heads higher and prouder. Some things
+could never die in the hearts and the blood of a race. These boys, and
+the girls who had the supreme glory of being loved by them, must be
+the ones to revive the Americanism of their forefathers. Nature and God
+would take care of the slackers, the cowards who cloaked their shame
+with bland excuses of home service, of disability, and of dependence.
+
+Carley saw two forces in life--the destructive and constructive. On
+the one side greed, selfishness, materialism: on the other generosity,
+sacrifice, and idealism. Which of them builded for the future? She saw
+men as wolves, sharks, snakes, vermin, and opposed to them men as lions
+and eagles. She saw women who did not inspire men to fare forth to seek,
+to imagine, to dream, to hope, to work, to fight. She began to have a
+glimmering of what a woman might be.
+
+
+That night she wrote swiftly and feverishly, page after page, to Glenn,
+only to destroy what she had written. She could not keep her heart out
+of her words, nor a hint of what was becoming a sleepless and eternal
+regret. She wrote until a late hour, and at last composed a letter she
+knew did not ring true, so stilted and restrained was it in all passages
+save those concerning news of Glenn's comrade and of her own friends.
+"I'll never--never write him again," she averred with stiff lips, and
+next moment could have laughed in mockery at the bitter truth. If she
+had ever had any courage, Glenn's letter had destroyed it. But had it
+not been a kind of selfish, false courage, roused to hide her hurt, to
+save her own future? Courage should have a thought of others. Yet shamed
+one moment at the consciousness she would write Glenn again and again,
+and exultant the next with the clamouring love, she seemed to have
+climbed beyond the self that had striven to forget. She would remember
+and think though she died of longing.
+
+Carley, like a drowning woman, caught at straws. What a relief and joy
+to give up that endless nagging at her mind! For months she had kept
+ceaselessly active, by associations which were of no help to her and
+which did not make her happy, in her determination to forget. Suddenly
+then she gave up to remembrance. She would cease trying to get over her
+love for Glenn, and think of him and dream about him as much as memory
+dictated. This must constitute the only happiness she could have.
+
+The change from strife to surrender was so novel and sweet that for
+days she felt renewed. It was augmented by her visits to the hospital
+in Bedford Park. Through her bountiful presence Virgil Rust and his
+comrades had many dull hours of pain and weariness alleviated and
+brightened. Interesting herself in the condition of the seriously
+disabled soldiers and possibility of their future took time and work
+Carley gave willingly and gladly. At first she endeavored to get
+acquaintances with means and leisure to help the boys, but these
+overtures met with such little success that she quit wasting valuable
+time she could herself devote to their interests.
+
+Thus several weeks swiftly passed by. Several soldiers who had been
+more seriously injured than Rust improved to the extent that they were
+discharged. But Rust gained little or nothing. The nurse and doctor both
+informed Carley that Rust brightened for her, but when she was gone he
+lapsed into somber indifference. He did not care whether he ate or not,
+or whether he got well or died.
+
+"If I do pull out, where'll I go and what'll I do?" he once asked the
+nurse.
+
+Carley knew that Rust's hurt was more than loss of a leg, and she
+decided to talk earnestly to him and try to win him to hope and effort.
+He had come to have a sort of reverence for her. So, biding her time,
+she at length found opportunity to approach his bed while his comrades
+were asleep or out of hearing. He endeavored to laugh her off, and then
+tried subterfuge, and lastly he cast off his mask and let her see his
+naked soul.
+
+"Carley, I don't want your money or that of your kind friends--whoever
+they are--you say will help me to get into business," he said.
+"God knows I thank you and it warms me inside to find some one who
+appreciates what I've given. But I don't want charity.... And I guess
+I'm pretty sick of the game. I'm sorry the Boches didn't do the job
+right."
+
+"Rust, that is morbid talk," replied Carley. "You're ill and you just
+can't see any hope. You must cheer up--fight yourself; and look at the
+brighter side. It's a horrible pity you must be a cripple, but Rust,
+indeed life can be worth living if you make it so."
+
+"How could there be a brighter side when a man's only half a man--" he
+queried, bitterly.
+
+"You can be just as much a man as ever," persisted Carley, trying to
+smile when she wanted to cry.
+
+"Could you care for a man with only one leg?" he asked, deliberately.
+
+"What a question! Why, of course I could!"
+
+"Well, maybe you are different. Glenn always swore even if he was killed
+no slacker or no rich guy left at home could ever get you. Maybe you
+haven't any idea how much it means to us fellows to know there are
+true and faithful girls. But I'll tell you, Carley, we fellows who went
+across got to see things strange when we came home. The good old U. S.
+needs a lot of faithful girls just now, believe me."
+
+"Indeed that's true," replied Carley. "It's a hard time for everybody,
+and particularly you boys who have lost so--so much."
+
+"I lost all, except my life--and I wish to God I'd lost that," he
+replied, gloomily.
+
+"Oh, don't talk so!" implored Carley in distress. "Forgive me, Rust, if
+I hurt you. But I must tell you--that--that Glenn wrote me--you'd lost
+your girl. Oh, I'm sorry! It is dreadful for you now. But if you got
+well--and went to work--and took up life where you left it--why soon
+your pain would grow easier. And you'd find some happiness yet."
+
+"Never for me in this world."
+
+"But why, Rust, why? You're no--no--Oh! I mean you have intelligence and
+courage. Why isn't there anything left for you?"
+
+"Because something here's been killed," he replied, and put his hand to
+his heart.
+
+"Your faith? Your love of--of everything? Did the war kill it?"
+
+"I'd gotten over that, maybe," he said, drearily, with his somber eyes
+on space that seemed lettered for him. "But she half murdered it--and
+they did the rest."
+
+"They? Whom do you mean, Rust?"
+
+"Why, Carley, I mean the people I lost my leg for!" he replied, with
+terrible softness.
+
+"The British? The French?" she queried, in bewilderment.
+
+"No!" he cried, and turned his face to the wall.
+
+Carley dared not ask him more. She was shocked. How helplessly impotent
+all her earnest sympathy! No longer could she feel an impersonal,
+however kindly, interest in this man. His last ringing word had linked
+her also to his misfortune and his suffering. Suddenly he turned away
+from the wall. She saw him swallow laboriously. How tragic that thin,
+shadowed face of agony! Carley saw it differently. But for the beautiful
+softness of light in his eyes, she would have been unable to endure
+gazing longer.
+
+"Carley, I'm bitter," he said, "but I'm not rancorous and callous, like
+some of the boys. I know if you'd been my girl you'd have stuck to me."
+
+"Yes," Carley whispered.
+
+"That makes a difference," he went on, with a sad smile. "You see, we
+soldiers all had feelings. And in one thing we all felt alike. That was
+we were going to fight for our homes and our women. I should say women
+first. No matter what we read or heard about standing by our allies,
+fighting for liberty or civilization, the truth was we all felt the
+same, even if we never breathed it.... Glenn fought for you. I fought
+for Nell.... We were not going to let the Huns treat you as they treated
+French and Belgian girls.... And think! Nell was engaged to me--she
+loved me--and, by God! She married a slacker when I lay half dead on the
+battlefield!"
+
+"She was not worth loving or fighting for," said Carley, with agitation.
+
+"Ah! now you've said something," he declared. "If I can only hold to
+that truth! What does one girl amount to? I do not count. It is the sum
+that counts. We love America--our homes--our women!... Carley, I've had
+comfort and strength come to me through you. Glenn will have his reward
+in your love. Somehow I seem to share it, a little. Poor Glenn! He got
+his, too. Why, Carley, that guy wouldn't let you do what he could do for
+you. He was cut to pieces--"
+
+"Please--Rust--don't say any more. I am unstrung," she pleaded.
+
+"Why not? It's due you to know how splendid Glenn was.... I tell you,
+Carley, all the boys here love you for the way you've stuck to Glenn.
+Some of them knew him, and I've told the rest. We thought he'd never
+pull through. But he has, and we know how you helped. Going West to see
+him! He didn't write it to me, but I know.... I'm wise. I'm happy for
+him--the lucky dog. Next time you go West--"
+
+"Hush!" cried Carley. She could endure no more. She could no longer be a
+lie.
+
+"You're white--you're shaking," exclaimed Rust, in concern. "Oh, I--what
+did I say? Forgive me--"
+
+"Rust, I am no more worth loving and fighting for than your Nell."
+
+"What!" he ejaculated.
+
+"I have not told you the truth," she said, swiftly. "I have let you
+believe a lie.... I shall never marry Glenn. I broke my engagement to
+him."
+
+Slowly Rust sank back upon the pillow, his large luminous eyes
+piercingly fixed upon her, as if he would read her soul.
+
+"I went West--yes--" continued Carley. "But it was selfishly. I wanted
+Glenn to come back here.... He had suffered as you have. He nearly died.
+But he fought--he fought--Oh! he went through hell! And after a long,
+slow, horrible struggle he began to mend. He worked. He went to raising
+hogs. He lived alone. He worked harder and harder.... The West and his
+work saved him, body and soul.... He had learned to love both the West
+and his work. I did not blame him. But I could not live out there. He
+needed me. But I was too little--too selfish. I could not marry him. I
+gave him up. ... I left--him--alone!"
+
+Carley shrank under the scorn in Rust's eyes.
+
+"And there's another man," he said, "a clean, straight, unscarred fellow
+who wouldn't fight!"
+
+"Oh, no--I--I swear there's not," whispered Carley.
+
+"You, too," he replied, thickly. Then slowly he turned that worn dark
+face to the wall. His frail breast heaved. And his lean hand made her a
+slight gesture of dismissal, significant and imperious.
+
+Carley fled. She could scarcely see to find the car. All her internal
+being seemed convulsed, and a deadly faintness made her sick and cold.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER X
+
+Carley's edifice of hopes, dreams, aspirations, and struggles fell in
+ruins about her. It had been built upon false sands. It had no ideal for
+foundation. It had to fall.
+
+Something inevitable had forced her confession to Rust. Dissimulation
+had been a habit of her mind; it was more a habit of her class than
+sincerity. But she had reached a point in her mental strife where
+she could not stand before Rust and let him believe she was noble and
+faithful when she knew she was neither. Would not the next step in
+this painful metamorphosis of her character be a fierce and passionate
+repudiation of herself and all she represented?
+
+She went home and locked herself in her room, deaf to telephone and
+servants. There she gave up to her shame. Scorned--despised--dismissed
+by that poor crippled flame-spirited Virgil Rust! He had reverenced
+her, and the truth had earned his hate. Would she ever forget his
+look--incredulous--shocked--bitter--and blazing with unutterable
+contempt? Carley Burch was only another Nell--a jilt--a mocker of the
+manhood of soldiers! Would she ever cease to shudder at memory of Rust's
+slight movement of hand? Go! Get out of my sight! Leave me to my agony
+as you left Glenn Kilbourne alone to fight his! Men such as I am do
+not want the smile of your face, the touch of your hand! We gave for
+womanhood! Pass on to lesser men who loved the fleshpots and who would
+buy your charms! So Carley interpreted that slight gesture, and writhed
+in her abasement.
+
+Rust threw a white, illuminating light upon her desertion of Glenn. She
+had betrayed him. She had left him alone. Dwarfed and stunted was
+her narrow soul! To a man who had given all for her she had returned
+nothing. Stone for bread! Betrayal for love! Cowardice for courage!
+
+The hours of contending passions gave birth to vague, slow-forming
+revolt.
+
+She became haunted by memory pictures and sounds and smells of Oak Creek
+Canyon. As from afar she saw the great sculptured rent in the earth,
+green and red and brown, with its shining, flashing ribbons of
+waterfalls and streams. The mighty pines stood up magnificent and
+stately. The walls loomed high, shadowed under the shelves, gleaming in
+the sunlight, and they seemed dreaming, waiting, watching. For what? For
+her return to their serene fastnesses--to the little gray log cabin. The
+thought stormed Carley's soul.
+
+Vivid and intense shone the images before her shut eyes. She saw the
+winding forest floor, green with grass and fern, colorful with flower
+and rock. A thousand aisles, glades, nooks, and caverns called her
+to come. Nature was every woman's mother. The populated city was a
+delusion. Disease and death and corruption stalked in the shadows of
+the streets. But her canyon promised hard work, playful hours, dreaming
+idleness, beauty, health, fragrance, loneliness, peace, wisdom, love,
+children, and long life. In the hateful shut-in isolation of her room
+Carley stretched forth her arms as if to embrace the vision. Pale close
+walls, gleaming placid stretches of brook, churning amber and white
+rapids, mossy banks and pine-matted ledges, the towers and turrets and
+ramparts where the eagles wheeled--she saw them all as beloved images
+lost to her save in anguished memory.
+
+She heard the murmur of flowing water, soft, low, now loud, and again
+lulling, hollow and eager, tinkling over rocks, bellowing into the deep
+pools, washing with silky seep of wind-swept waves the hanging willows.
+Shrill and piercing and far-aloft pealed the scream of the eagle. And
+she seemed to listen to a mocking bird while he mocked her with his
+melody of many birds. The bees hummed, the wind moaned, the leaves
+rustled, the waterfall murmured. Then came the sharp rare note of a
+canyon swift, most mysterious of birds, significant of the heights.
+
+A breath of fragrance seemed to blow with her shifting senses. The dry,
+sweet, tangy canyon smells returned to her--of fresh-cut timber, of wood
+smoke, of the cabin fire with its steaming pots, of flowers and earth,
+and of the wet stones, of the redolent pines and the pungent cedars.
+
+And suddenly, clearly, amazingly, Carley beheld in her mind's sight the
+hard features, the bold eyes, the slight smile, the coarse face of Haze
+Ruff. She had forgotten him. But he now returned. And with memory of
+him flashed a revelation as to his meaning in her life. He had appeared
+merely a clout, a ruffian, an animal with man's shape and intelligence.
+But he was the embodiment of the raw, crude violence of the West. He
+was the eyes of the natural primitive man, believing what he saw. He had
+seen in Carley Burch the paraded charm, the unashamed and serene front,
+the woman seeking man. Haze Ruff had been neither vile nor base nor
+unnatural. It had been her subjection to the decadence of feminine dress
+that had been unnatural. But Ruff had found her a lie. She invited what
+she did not want. And his scorn had been commensurate with the falsehood
+of her. So might any man have been justified in his insult to her, in
+his rejection of her. Haze Ruff had found her unfit for his idea of
+dalliance. Virgil Rust had found her false to the ideals of womanhood
+for which he had sacrificed all but life itself. What then had Glenn
+Kilbourne found her? He possessed the greatness of noble love. He had
+loved her before the dark and changeful tide of war had come between
+them. How had he judged her? That last sight of him standing alone,
+leaning with head bowed, a solitary figure trenchant with suggestion of
+tragic resignation and strength, returned to flay Carley. He had loved,
+trusted, and hoped. She saw now what his hope had been--that she would
+have instilled into her blood the subtle, red, and revivifying essence
+of calling life in the open, the strength of the wives of earlier
+years, an emanation from canyon, desert, mountain, forest, of health,
+of spirit, of forward-gazing natural love, of the mysterious saving
+instinct he had gotten out of the West. And she had been too little
+too steeped in the indulgence of luxurious life too slight-natured
+and pale-blooded! And suddenly there pierced into the black storm of
+Carley's mind a blazing, white-streaked thought--she had left Glenn to
+the Western girl, Flo Hutter. Humiliated, and abased in her own sight,
+Carley fell prey to a fury of jealousy.
+
+She went back to the old life. But it was in a bitter, restless,
+critical spirit, conscious of the fact that she could derive neither
+forgetfulness nor pleasure from it, nor see any release from the habit
+of years.
+
+One afternoon, late in the fall, she motored out to a Long Island club
+where the last of the season's golf was being enjoyed by some of her
+most intimate friends. Carley did not play. Aimlessly she walked around
+the grounds, finding the autumn colors subdued and drab, like her mind.
+The air held a promise of early winter. She thought that she would go
+South before the cold came. Always trying to escape anything rigorous,
+hard, painful, or disagreeable! Later she returned to the clubhouse to
+find her party assembled on an inclosed porch, chatting and partaking
+of refreshment. Morrison was there. He had not taken kindly to her late
+habit of denying herself to him.
+
+During a lull in the idle conversation Morrison addressed Carley
+pointedly. "Well, Carley, how's your Arizona hog-raiser?" he queried,
+with a little gleam in his usually lusterless eyes.
+
+"I have not heard lately," she replied, coldly.
+
+The assembled company suddenly quieted with a portent inimical to their
+leisurely content of the moment. Carley felt them all looking at her,
+and underneath the exterior she preserved with extreme difficulty, there
+burned so fierce an anger that she seemed to have swelling veins of
+fire.
+
+"Queer how Kilbourne went into raising hogs," observed Morrison. "Such a
+low-down sort of work, you know."
+
+"He had no choice," replied Carley. "Glenn didn't have a father who made
+tainted millions out of the war. He had to work. And I must differ with
+you about its being low-down. No honest work is that. It is idleness
+that is low down."
+
+"But so foolish of Glenn when he might have married money," rejoined
+Morrison, sarcastcally.
+
+"The honor of soldiers is beyond your ken, Mr. Morrison."
+
+He flushed darkly and bit his lip.
+
+"You women make a man sick with this rot about soldiers," he said, the
+gleam in his eye growing ugly. "A uniform goes to a woman's head
+no matter what's inside it. I don't see where your vaunted honor of
+soldiers comes in considering how they accepted the let-down of women
+during and after the war."
+
+"How could you see when you stayed comfortably at home?" retorted
+Carley.
+
+"All I could see was women falling into soldiers' arms," he said,
+sullenly.
+
+"Certainly. Could an American girl desire any greater happiness--or
+opportunity to prove her gratitude?" flashed Carley, with proud uplift
+of head.
+
+"It didn't look like gratitude to me," returned Morrison.
+
+"Well, it was gratitude," declared Carley, ringingly. "If women of
+America did throw themselves at soldiers it was not owing to the moral
+lapse of the day. It was woman's instinct to save the race! Always, in
+every war, women have sacrificed themselves to the future. Not vile,
+but noble!... You insult both soldiers and women, Mr. Morrison. I
+wonder--did any American girls throw themselves at you?"
+
+Morrison turned a dead white, and his mouth twisted to a distorted
+checking of speech, disagreeable to see.
+
+"No, you were a slacker," went on Carley, with scathing scorn. "You let
+the other men go fight for American girls. Do you imagine one of them
+will ever marry you?... All your life, Mr. Morrison, you will be a
+marked man--outside the pale of friendship with real American men and
+the respect of real American girls."
+
+Morrison leaped up, almost knocking the table over, and he glared at
+Carley as he gathered up his hat and cane. She turned her back upon him.
+From that moment he ceased to exist for Carley. She never spoke to him
+again.
+
+
+Next day Carley called upon her dearest friend, whom she had not seen
+for some time.
+
+"Carley dear, you don't look so very well," said Eleanor, after
+greetings had been exchanged.
+
+"Oh, what does it matter how I look?" queried Carley, impatiently.
+
+"You were so wonderful when you got home from Arizona."
+
+"If I was wonderful and am now commonplace you can thank your old New
+York for it."
+
+"Carley, don't you care for New York any more?" asked Eleanor.
+
+"Oh, New York is all right, I suppose. It's I who am wrong."
+
+"My dear, you puzzle me these days. You've changed. I'm sorry. I'm
+afraid you're unhappy."
+
+"Me? Oh, impossible! I'm in a seventh heaven," replied Carley, with
+a hard little laugh. "What 're you doing this afternoon? Let's go
+out--riding--or somewhere."
+
+"I'm expecting the dressmaker."
+
+"Where are you going to-night?"
+
+"Dinner and theater. It's a party, or I'd ask you."
+
+"What did you do yesterday and the day before, and the days before
+that?"
+
+Eleanor laughed indulgently, and acquainted Carley with a record of her
+social wanderings during the last few days.
+
+"The same old things--over and over again! Eleanor don't you get sick of
+it?" queried Carley.
+
+"Oh yes, to tell the truth," returned Eleanor, thoughtfully. "But
+there's nothing else to do."
+
+"Eleanor, I'm no better than you," said Carley, with disdain. "I'm as
+useless and idle. But I'm beginning to see myself--and you--and all this
+rotten crowd of ours. We're no good. But you're married, Eleanor. You're
+settled in life. You ought to do something. I'm single and at loose
+ends. Oh, I'm in revolt!... Think, Eleanor, just think. Your husband
+works hard to keep you in this expensive apartment. You have a car.
+He dresses you in silks and satins. You wear diamonds. You eat your
+breakfast in bed. You loll around in a pink dressing gown all morning.
+You dress for lunch or tea. You ride or golf or worse than waste your
+time on some lounge lizard, dancing till time to come home to dress
+for dinner. You let other men make love to you. Oh, don't get sore. You
+do.... And so goes the round of your life. What good on earth are you,
+anyhow? You're just a--a gratification to the senses of your husband.
+And at that you don't see much of him."
+
+"Carley, how you rave!" exclaimed her friend. "What has gotten into
+you lately? Why, everybody tells me you're--you're queer! The way you
+insulted Morrison--how unlike you, Carley!"
+
+"I'm glad I found the nerve to do it. What do you think, Eleanor?"
+
+"Oh, I despise him. But you can't say the things you feel."
+
+"You'd be bigger and truer if you did. Some day I'll break out and flay
+you and your friends alive."
+
+"But, Carley, you're my friend and you're just exactly like we are. Or
+you were, quite recently."
+
+"Of course, I'm your friend. I've always loved you, Eleanor," went on
+Carley, earnestly. "I'm as deep in this--this damned stagnant muck as
+you, or anyone. But I'm no longer blind. There's something terribly
+wrong with us women, and it's not what Morrison hinted."
+
+"Carley, the only thing wrong with you is that you jilted poor
+Glenn--and are breaking your heart over him still."
+
+"Don't--don't!" cried Carley, shrinking. "God knows that is true. But
+there's more wrong with me than a blighted love affair."
+
+"Yes, you mean the modern feminine unrest?"
+
+"Eleanor, I positively hate that phrase 'modern feminine unrest!' It
+smacks of ultra--ultra--Oh! I don't know what. That phrase ought to be
+translated by a Western acquaintance of mine--one Haze Ruff. I'd not
+like to hurt your sensitive feelings with what he'd say. But this unrest
+means speed-mad, excitement-mad, fad-mad, dress-mad, or I should say
+undress-mad, culture-mad, and Heaven only knows what else. The women of
+our set are idle, luxurious, selfish, pleasure-craving, lazy, useless,
+work-and-children shirking, absolutely no good."
+
+"Well, if we are, who's to blame?" rejoined Eleanor, spiritedly. "Now,
+Carley Burch, you listen to me. I think the twentieth-century girl in
+America is the most wonderful female creation of all the ages of the
+universe. I admit it. That is why we are a prey to the evils attending
+greatness. Listen. Here is a crying sin--an infernal paradox. Take this
+twentieth-century girl, this American girl who is the finest creation
+of the ages. A young and healthy girl, the most perfect type of culture
+possible to the freest and greatest city on earth--New York! She holds
+absolutely an unreal, untrue position in the scheme of existence.
+Surrounded by parents, relatives, friends, suitors, and instructive
+schools of every kind, colleges, institutions, is she really happy, is
+she really living?"
+
+"Eleanor," interrupted Carley, earnestly, "she is not.... And I've been
+trying to tell you why."
+
+"My dear, let me get a word in, will you," complained Eleanor. "You
+don't know it all. There are as many different points of view as there
+are people.... Well, if this girl happened to have a new frock, and a
+new beau to show it to, she'd say, 'I'm the happiest girl in the
+world.' But she is nothing of the kind. Only she doesn't know that. She
+approaches marriage, or, for that matter, a more matured life, having
+had too much, having been too well taken care of, knowing too much. Her
+masculine satellites--father, brothers, uncles, friends, lovers--all
+utterly spoil her. Mind you, I mean, girls like us, of the middle
+class--which is to say the largest and best class of Americans. We are
+spoiled.... This girl marries. And life goes on smoothly, as if its aim
+was to exclude friction and effort. Her husband makes it too easy for
+her. She is an ornament, or a toy, to be kept in a luxurious cage. To
+soil her pretty hands would be disgraceful! Even if she can't afford
+a maid, the modern devices of science make the care of her four-room
+apartment a farce. Electric dish-washer, clothes-washer, vacuum-cleaner,
+and the near-by delicatessen and the caterer simply rob a young wife of
+her housewifely heritage. If she has a baby--which happens occasionally,
+Carley, in spite of your assertion--it very soon goes to the
+kindergarten. Then what does she find to do with hours and hours? If she
+is not married, what on earth can she find to do?"
+
+"She can work," replied Carley, bluntly.
+
+"Oh yes, she can, but she doesn't," went on Eleanor. "You don't work. I
+never did. We both hated the idea. You're calling spades spades, Carley,
+but you seem to be riding a morbid, impractical thesis. Well, our young
+American girl or bride goes in for being rushed or she goes in for fads,
+the ultra stuff you mentioned. New York City gets all the great artists,
+lecturers, and surely the great fakirs. The New York women support them.
+The men laugh, but they furnish the money. They take the women to the
+theaters, but they cut out the reception to a Polish princess, a lecture
+by an Indian magician and mystic, or a benefit luncheon for a Home for
+Friendless Cats. The truth is most of our young girls or brides have
+a wonderful enthusiasm worthy of a better cause. What is to become of
+their surplus energy, the bottled-lightning spirit so characteristic
+of modern girls? Where is the outlet for intense feelings? What use can
+they make of education or of gifts? They just can't, that's all. I'm
+not taking into consideration the new-woman species, the faddist or the
+reformer. I mean normal girls like you and me. Just think, Carley. A
+girl's every wish, every need, is almost instantly satisfied without the
+slightest effort on her part to obtain it. No struggle, let alone work!
+If women crave to achieve something outside of the arts, you know,
+something universal and helpful which will make men acknowledge her
+worth, if not the equality, where is the opportunity?"
+
+"Opportunities should be made," replied Carley.
+
+"There are a million sides to this question of the modern young
+woman--the fin-de-siecle girl. I'm for her!"
+
+"How about the extreme of style in dress for this
+remarkably-to-be-pitied American girl you champion so eloquently?"
+queried Carley, sarcastically.
+
+"Immoral!" exclaimed Eleanor with frank disgust.
+
+"You admit it?"
+
+"To my shame, I do."
+
+"Why do women wear extreme clothes? Why do you and I wear open-work silk
+stockings, skirts to our knees, gowns without sleeves or bodices?"
+
+"We're slaves to fashion," replied Eleanor, "That's the popular excuse."
+
+"Bah!" exclaimed Carley.
+
+Eleanor laughed in spite of being half nettled. "Are you going to stop
+wearing what all the other women wear--and be looked at askance? Are you
+going to be dowdy and frumpy and old-fashioned?"
+
+"No. But I'll never wear anything again that can be called immoral.
+I want to be able to say why I wear a dress. You haven't answered my
+question yet. Why do you wear what you frankly admit is disgusting?"
+
+"I don't know, Carley," replied Eleanor, helplessly. "How you harp on
+things! We must dress to make other women jealous and to attract men. To
+be a sensation! Perhaps the word 'immoral' is not what I mean. A woman
+will be shocking in her obsession to attract, but hardly more than that,
+if she knows it."
+
+"Ah! So few women realize how they actually do look. Haze Ruff could
+tell them."
+
+"Haze Ruff. Who in the world is he or she?" asked Eleanor.
+
+"Haze Ruff is a he, all right," replied Carley, grimly.
+
+"Well, who is he?"
+
+"A sheep-dipper in Arizona," answered Carley, dreamily.
+
+"Humph! And what can Mr. Ruff tell us?"
+
+"He told me I looked like one of the devil's angels--and that I dressed
+to knock the daylights out of men."
+
+"Well, Carley Burch, if that isn't rich!" exclaimed Eleanor, with a peal
+of laughter. "I dare say you appreciate that as an original compliment."
+
+"No.... I wonder what Ruff would say about jazz--I just wonder,"
+murmured Carley.
+
+"Well, I wouldn't care what he said, and I don't care what you say,"
+returned Eleanor. "The preachers and reformers and bishops and rabbis
+make me sick. They rave about jazz. Jazz--the discordant note of our
+decadence! Jazz--the harmonious expression of our musicless, mindless,
+soulless materialism!--The idiots! If they could be women for a while
+they would realize the error of their ways. But they will never, never
+abolish jazz--never, for it is the grandest, the most wonderful, the
+most absolutely necessary thing for women in this terrible age of
+smotheration."
+
+"All right, Eleanor, we understand each other, even if we do not agree,"
+said Carley. "You leave the future of women to chance, to life, to
+materialism, not to their own conscious efforts. I want to leave it to
+free will and idealism."
+
+"Carley, you are getting a little beyond me," declared Eleanor,
+dubiously.
+
+"What are you going to do? It all comes home to each individual woman.
+Her attitude toward life."
+
+"I'll drift along with the current, Carley, and be a good sport,"
+replied Eleanor, smiling.
+
+"You don't care about the women and children of the future? You'll
+not deny yourself now, and think and work, and suffer a little, in the
+interest of future humanity?"
+
+"How you put things, Carley!" exclaimed Eleanor, wearily. "Of course I
+care--when you make me think of such things. But what have I to do with
+the lives of people in the years to come?"
+
+"Everything. America for Americans! While you dawdle, the life blood is
+being sucked out of our great nation. It is a man's job to fight; it is
+a woman's to save.... I think you've made your choice, though you don't
+realize it. I'm praying to God that I'll rise to mine."
+
+
+Carley had a visitor one morning earlier than the usual or conventional
+time for calls.
+
+"He wouldn't give no name," said the maid. "He wears soldier clothes,
+ma'am, and he's pale, and walks with a cane."
+
+"Tell him I'll be right down," replied Carley.
+
+Her hands trembled while she hurriedly dressed. Could this caller be
+Virgil Rust? She hoped so, but she doubted.
+
+As she entered the parlor a tall young man in worn khaki rose to meet
+her. At first glance she could not name him, though she recognized the
+pale face and light-blue eyes, direct and steady.
+
+"Good morning, Miss Burch," he said. "I hope you'll excuse so early a
+call. You remember me, don't you? I'm George Burton, who had the bunk
+next to Rust's."
+
+"Surely I remember you, Mr. Burton, and I'm glad to see you," replied
+Carley, shaking hands with him. "Please sit down. Your being here must
+mean you're discharged from the hospital."
+
+"Yes, I was discharged, all right," he said.
+
+"Which means you're well again. That is fine. I'm very glad."
+
+"I was put out to make room for a fellow in bad shape. I'm still shaky
+and weak," he replied. "But I'm glad to go. I've pulled through pretty
+good, and it'll not be long until I'm strong again. It was the 'flu'
+that kept me down."
+
+"You must be careful. May I ask where you're going and what you expect
+to do?"
+
+"Yes, that's what I came to tell you," he replied, frankly. "I want you
+to help me a little. I'm from Illinois and my people aren't so badly
+off. But I don't want to go back to my home town down and out, you know.
+Besides, the winters are cold there. The doctor advises me to go to
+a little milder climate. You see, I was gassed, and got the 'flu'
+afterward. But I know I'll be all right if I'm careful.... Well, I've
+always had a leaning toward agriculture, and I want to go to Kansas.
+Southern Kansas. I want to travel around till I find a place I like, and
+there I'll get a job. Not too hard a job at first--that's why I'll need
+a little money. I know what to do. I want to lose myself in the
+wheat country and forget the--the war. I'll not be afraid of work,
+presently.... Now, Miss Burch, you've been so kind--I'm going to ask you
+to lend me a little money. I'll pay it back. I can't promise just when.
+But some day. Will you?"
+
+"Assuredly I will," she replied, heartily. "I'm happy to have the
+opportunity to help you. How much will you need for immediate use? Five
+hundred dollars?"
+
+"Oh no, not so much as that," he replied. "Just railroad fare home, and
+then to Kansas, and to pay board while I get well, you know, and look
+around."
+
+"We'll make it five hundred, anyway," she replied, and, rising, she
+went toward the library. "Excuse me a moment." She wrote the check and,
+returning, gave it to him.
+
+"You're very good," he said, rather low.
+
+"Not at all," replied Carley. "You have no idea how much it means to me
+to be permitted to help you. Before I forget, I must ask you, can you
+cash that check here in New York?"
+
+"Not unless you identify me," he said, ruefully, "I don't know anyone I
+could ask."
+
+"Well, when you leave here go at once to my bank--it's on Thirty-fourth
+Street--and I'll telephone the cashier. So you'll not have any
+difficulty. Will you leave New York at once?"
+
+"I surely will. It's an awful place. Two years ago when I came here with
+my company I thought it was grand. But I guess I lost something over
+there. ... I want to be where it's quiet. Where I won't see many
+people."
+
+"I think I understand," returned Carley. "Then I suppose you're in a
+hurry to get home? Of course you have a girl you're just dying to see?"
+
+"No, I'm sorry to say I haven't," he replied, simply. "I was glad I
+didn't have to leave a sweetheart behind, when I went to France. But it
+wouldn't be so bad to have one to go back to now."
+
+"Don't you worry!" exclaimed Carley. "You can take your choice
+presently. You have the open sesame to every real American girl's
+heart."
+
+"And what is that?" he asked, with a blush.
+
+"Your service to your country," she said, gravely.
+
+"Well," he said, with a singular bluntness, "considering I didn't get
+any medals or bonuses, I'd like to draw a nice girl."
+
+"You will," replied Carley, and made haste to change the subject. "By
+the way, did you meet Glenn Kilbourne in France?"
+
+"Not that I remember," rejoined Burton, as he got up, rising rather
+stiffly by aid of his cane. "I must go, Miss Burch. Really I can't thank
+you enough. And I'll never forget it."
+
+"Will you write me how you are getting along?" asked Carley, offering
+her hand.
+
+"Yes."
+
+Carley moved with him out into the hall and to the door. There was
+a question she wanted to ask, but found it strangely difficult of
+utterance. At the door Burton fixed a rather penetrating gaze upon her.
+
+"You didn't ask me about Rust," he said.
+
+"No, I--I didn't think of him--until now, in fact," Carley lied.
+
+"Of course then you couldn't have heard about him. I was wondering."
+
+"I have heard nothing."
+
+"It was Rust who told me to come to you," said Burton. "We were talking
+one day, and he--well, he thought you were true blue. He said he knew
+you'd trust me and lend me money. I couldn't have asked you but for
+him."
+
+"True blue! He believed that. I'm glad.... Has he spoken of me to you
+since I was last at the hospital?"
+
+"Hardly," replied Burton, with the straight, strange glance on her
+again.
+
+Carley met this glance and suddenly a coldness seemed to envelop her.
+It did not seem to come from within though her heart stopped beating.
+Burton had not changed--the warmth, the gratitude still lingered about
+him. But the light of his eyes! Carley had seen it in Glenn's, in
+Rust's--a strange, questioning, far-off light, infinitely aloof and
+unutterably sad. Then there came a lift of her heart that released
+a pang. She whispered with dread, with a tremor, with an instinct of
+calamity.
+
+"How about--Rust?"
+
+"He's dead."
+
+
+The winter came, with its bleak sea winds and cold rains and blizzards
+of snow. Carley did not go South. She read and brooded, and gradually
+avoided all save those true friends who tolerated her.
+
+She went to the theater a good deal, showing preference for the drama
+of strife, and she did not go anywhere for amusement. Distraction
+and amusement seemed to be dead issues for her. But she could become
+absorbed in any argument on the good or evil of the present day.
+Socialism reached into her mind, to be rejected. She had never
+understood it clearly, but it seemed to her a state of mind where
+dissatisfied men and women wanted to share what harder working or
+more gifted people possessed. There were a few who had too much of
+the world's goods and many who had too little. A readjustment of such
+inequality and injustice must come, but Carley did not see the remedy in
+Socialism.
+
+She devoured books on the war with a morbid curiosity and hope that she
+would find some illuminating truth as to the uselessness of sacrificing
+young men in the glory and prime of their lives. To her war appeared a
+matter of human nature rather than politics. Hate really was an effect
+of war. In her judgment future wars could be avoided only in two
+ways--by men becoming honest and just or by women refusing to have
+children to be sacrificed. As there seemed no indication whatever of
+the former, she wondered how soon all women of all races would meet on
+a common height, with the mounting spirit that consumed her own heart.
+Such time must come. She granted every argument for war and flung
+against it one ringing passionate truth--agony of mangled soldiers and
+agony of women and children. There was no justification for offensive
+war. It was monstrous and hideous. If nature and evolution proved the
+absolute need of strife, war, blood, and death in the progress of animal
+and man toward perfection, then it would be better to abandon this
+Christless code and let the race of man die out.
+
+All through these weeks she longed for a letter from Glenn. But it did
+not come. Had he finally roused to the sweetness and worth and love
+of the western girl, Flo Hutter? Carley knew absolutely, through both
+intelligence and intuition, that Glenn Kilbourne would never love
+Flo. Yet such was her intensity and stress at times, especially in the
+darkness of waking hours, that jealousy overcame her and insidiously
+worked its havoc. Peace and a strange kind of joy came to her in dreams
+of her walks and rides and climbs in Arizona, of the lonely canyon where
+it always seemed afternoon, of the tremendous colored vastness of that
+Painted Desert. But she resisted these dreams now because when she awoke
+from them she suffered such a yearning that it became unbearable. Then
+she knew the feeling of the loneliness and solitude of the hills. Then
+she knew the sweetness of the murmur of falling water, the wind in the
+pines, the song of birds, the white radiance of the stars, the break
+of day and its gold-flushed close. But she had not yet divined their
+meaning. It was not all love for Glenn Kilbourne. Had city life palled
+upon her solely because of the absence of her lover? So Carley plodded
+on, like one groping in the night, fighting shadows.
+
+One day she received a card from an old schoolmate, a girl who had
+married out of Carley's set, and had been ostracized. She was living
+down on Long Island, at a little country place named Wading River. Her
+husband was an electrician--something of an inventor. He worked hard. A
+baby boy had just come to them. Would not Carley run down on the train
+to see the youngster?
+
+That was a strong and trenchant call. Carley went. She found indeed a
+country village, and on the outskirts of it a little cottage that must
+have been pretty in summer, when the green was on vines and trees.
+Her old schoolmate was rosy, plump, bright-eyed, and happy. She saw
+in Carley no change--a fact that somehow rebounded sweetly on Carley's
+consciousness. Elsie prattled of herself and her husband and how they
+had worked to earn this little home, and then the baby.
+
+When Carley saw the adorable dark-eyed, pink-toed, curly-fisted baby she
+understood Elsie's happiness and reveled in it. When she felt the soft,
+warm, living little body in her arms, against her breast, then she
+absorbed some incalculable and mysterious strength. What were the
+trivial, sordid, and selfish feelings that kept her in tumult compared
+to this welling emotion? Had she the secret in her arms? Babies and
+Carley had never become closely acquainted in those infrequent meetings
+that were usually the result of chance. But Elsie's baby nestled to
+her breast and cooed to her and clung to her finger. When at length the
+youngster was laid in his crib it seemed to Carley that the fragrance
+and the soul of him remained with her.
+
+"A real American boy!" she murmured.
+
+"You can just bet he is," replied Elsie. "Carley, you ought to see his
+dad."
+
+"I'd like to meet him," said Carley, thoughtfully. "Elsie, was he in the
+service?"
+
+"Yes. He was on one of the navy transports that took munitions to
+France. Think of me, carrying this baby, with my husband on a boat full
+of explosives and with German submarines roaming the ocean! Oh, it was
+horrible!"
+
+"But he came back, and now all's well with you," said Carley, with a
+smile of earnestness. "I'm very glad, Elsie."
+
+"Yes--but I shudder when I think of a possible war in the future. I'm
+going to raise boys, and girls, too, I hope--and the thought of war is
+torturing."
+
+Carley found her return train somewhat late, and she took advantage of
+the delay to walk out to the wooded headlands above the Sound.
+
+It was a raw March day, with a steely sun going down in a pale-gray
+sky. Patches of snow lingered in sheltered brushy places. This bit of
+woodland had a floor of soft sand that dragged at Carley's feet. There
+were sere and brown leaves still fluttering on the scrub-oaks. At length
+Carley came out on the edge of the bluff with the gray expanse of sea
+beneath her, and a long wandering shore line, ragged with wreckage or
+driftwood. The surge of water rolled in--a long, low, white, creeping
+line that softly roared on the beach and dragged the pebbles gratingly
+back. There was neither boat nor living creature in sight.
+
+Carley felt the scene ease a clutching hand within her breast. Here was
+loneliness and solitude vastly different from that of Oak Creek Canyon,
+yet it held the same intangible power to soothe. The swish of the surf,
+the moan of the wind in the evergreens, were voices that called to
+her. How many more miles of lonely land than peopled cities! Then the
+sea--how vast! And over that the illimitable and infinite sky, and
+beyond, the endless realms of space. It helped her somehow to see and
+hear and feel the eternal presence of nature. In communion with nature
+the significance of life might be realized. She remembered Glenn
+quoting: "The world is too much with us. ... Getting and spending, we
+lay waste our powers." What were our powers? What did God intend men to
+do with hands and bodies and gifts and souls? She gazed back over the
+bleak land and then out across the broad sea. Only a millionth part of
+the surface of the unsubmerged earth knew the populous abodes of man.
+And the lonely sea, inhospitable to stable homes of men, was thrice the
+area of the land. Were men intended, then, to congregate in few
+places, to squabble and to bicker and breed the discontents that led to
+injustice, hatred, and war? What a mystery it all was! But Nature was
+neither false nor little, however cruel she might be.
+
+
+Once again Carley fell under the fury of her ordeal. Wavering now,
+restless and sleepless, given to violent starts and slow spells of
+apathy, she was wearing to defeat.
+
+That spring day, one year from the day she had left New York for
+Arizona, she wished to spend alone. But her thoughts grew unbearable.
+She summed up the endless year. Could she live another like it?
+Something must break within her.
+
+She went out. The air was warm and balmy, carrying that subtle current
+which caused the mild madness of spring fever. In the Park the greening
+of the grass, the opening of buds, the singing of birds, the gladness of
+children, the light on the water, the warm sun--all seemed to reproach
+her. Carley fled from the Park to the home of Beatrice Lovell; and
+there, unhappily, she encountered those of her acquaintance with whom
+she had least patience. They forced her to think too keenly of herself.
+They appeared carefree while she was miserable.
+
+Over teacups there were waging gossip and argument and criticism. When
+Carley entered with Beatrice there was a sudden hush and then a murmur.
+
+"Hello, Carley! Now say it to our faces," called out Geralda Conners, a
+fair, handsome young woman of thirty, exquisitely gowned in the latest
+mode, and whose brilliantly tinted complexion was not the natural one of
+health.
+
+"Say what, Geralda?" asked Carley. "I certainly would not say anything
+behind your backs that I wouldn't repeat here."
+
+"Eleanor has been telling us how you simply burned us up."
+
+"We did have an argument. And I'm not sure I said all I wanted to."
+
+"Say the rest here," drawled a lazy, mellow voice. "For Heaven's sake,
+stir us up. If I could get a kick out of anything I'd bless it."
+
+"Carley, go on the stage," advised another. "You've got Elsie Ferguson
+tied to the mast for looks. And lately you're surely tragic enough."
+
+"I wish you'd go somewhere far off!" observed a third. "My husband is
+dippy about you."
+
+"Girls, do you know that you actually have not one sensible idea in your
+heads?" retorted Carley.
+
+"Sensible? I should hope not. Who wants to be sensible?"
+
+Geralda battered her teacup on a saucer. "Listen," she called. "I wasn't
+kidding Carley. I am good and sore. She goes around knocking everybody
+and saying New York backs Sodom off the boards. I want her to come out
+with it right here."
+
+"I dare say I've talked too much," returned Carley. "It's been a rather
+hard winter on me. Perhaps, indeed, I've tried the patience of my
+friends."
+
+"See here, Carley," said Geralda, deliberately, "just because you've had
+life turn to bitter ashes in your mouth you've no right to poison it for
+us. We all find it pretty sweet. You're an unsatisfied woman and if you
+don't marry somebody you'll end by being a reformer or fanatic."
+
+"I'd rather end that way than rot in a shell," retorted Carley.
+
+"I declare, you make me see red, Carley," flashed Geralda, angrily. "No
+wonder Morrison roasts you to everybody. He says Glenn Kilbourne threw
+you down for some Western girl. If that's true it's pretty small of you
+to vent your spleen on us."
+
+Carley felt the gathering of a mighty resistless force, But Geralda
+Conners was nothing to her except the target for a thunderbolt.
+
+"I have no spleen," she replied, with a dignity of passion. "I have only
+pity. I was as blind as you. If heartbreak tore the scales from my
+eyes, perhaps that is well for me. For I see something terribly wrong in
+myself, in you, in all of us, in the life of today."
+
+"You keep your pity to yourself. You need it," answered Geralda, with
+heat. "There's nothing wrong with me or my friends or life in good old
+New York."
+
+"Nothing wrong!" cried Carley. "Listen. Nothing wrong in you or life
+today--nothing for you women to make right? You are blind as bats--as
+dead to living truth as if you were buried. Nothing wrong when thousands
+of crippled soldiers have no homes--no money--no friends--no work--in
+many cases no food or bed?... Splendid young men who went away in their
+prime to fight for you and came back ruined, suffering! Nothing wrong
+when sane women with the vote might rid politics of partisanship, greed,
+crookedness? Nothing wrong when prohibition is mocked by women--when the
+greatest boon ever granted this country is derided and beaten down and
+cheated? Nothing wrong when there are half a million defective children
+in this city? Nothing wrong when there are not enough schools and
+teachers to educate our boys and girls, when those teachers are
+shamefully underpaid? Nothing wrong when the mothers of this great
+country let their youngsters go to the dark motion picture halls and
+night after night in thousands of towns over all this broad land see
+pictures that the juvenile court and the educators and keepers of
+reform schools say make burglars, crooks, and murderers of our boys and
+vampires of our girls? Nothing wrong when these young adolescent girls
+ape you and wear stockings rolled under their knees below their skirts
+and use a lip stick and paint their faces and darken their eyes and
+pluck their eyebrows and absolutely do not know what shame is? Nothing
+wrong when you may find in any city women standing at street corners
+distributing booklets on birth control? Nothing wrong when great
+magazines print no page or picture without its sex appeal? Nothing wrong
+when the automobile, so convenient for the innocent little run out
+of town, presents the greatest evil that ever menaced American girls!
+Nothing wrong when money is god--when luxury, pleasure, excitement,
+speed are the striven for? Nothing wrong when some of your husbands
+spend more of their time with other women than with you? Nothing wrong
+with jazz--where the lights go out in the dance hall and the dancers
+jiggle and toddle and wiggle in a frenzy? Nothing wrong in a country
+where the greatest college cannot report birth of one child to each
+graduate in ten years? Nothing wrong with race suicide and the incoming
+horde of foreigners?... Nothing wrong with you women who cannot or will
+not stand childbirth? Nothing wrong with most of you, when if you did
+have a child, you could not nurse it?... Oh, my God, there's nothing
+wrong with America except that she staggers under a Titanic burden that
+only mothers of sons can remove!... You doll women, you parasites, you
+toys of men, you silken-wrapped geisha girls, you painted, idle, purring
+cats, you parody of the females of your species--find brains enough if
+you can to see the doom hanging over you and revolt before it is too
+late!"
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XI
+
+Carley burst in upon her aunt.
+
+"Look at me, Aunt Mary!" she cried, radiant and exultant. "I'm going
+back out West to marry Glenn and live his life!"
+
+The keen old eyes of her aunt softened and dimmed. "Dear Carley, I've
+known that for a long time. You've found yourself at last."
+
+Then Carley breathlessly babbled her hastily formed plans, every word of
+which seemed to rush her onward.
+
+"You're going to surprise Glenn again?" queried Aunt Mary.
+
+"Oh, I must! I want to see his face when I tell him."
+
+"Well, I hope he won't surprise you," declared the old lady. "When did
+you hear from him last?"
+
+"In January. It seems ages--but--Aunt Mary, you don't imagine Glenn--"
+
+"I imagine nothing," interposed her aunt. "It will turn out happily and
+I'll have some peace in my old age. But, Carley, what's to become of
+me?"
+
+"Oh, I never thought!" replied Carley, blankly. "It will be lonely for
+you. Auntie, I'll come back in the fall for a few weeks. Glenn will let
+me."
+
+"Let you? Ye gods! So you've come to that? Imperious Carley Burch!...
+Thank Heaven, you'll now be satisfied to be let do things."
+
+"I'd--I'd crawl for him," breathed Carley.
+
+"Well, child, as you can't be practical, I'll have to be," replied Aunt
+Mary, seriously. "Fortunately for you I am a woman of quick decision.
+Listen. I'll go West with you. I want to see the Grand Canyon. Then I'll
+go on to California, where I have old friends I've not seen for years.
+When you get your new home all fixed up I'll spend awhile with you. And
+if I want to come back to New York now and then I'll go to a hotel. It
+is settled. I think the change will benefit me."
+
+"Auntie, you make me very happy. I could ask no more," said Carley.
+
+
+Swiftly as endless tasks could make them the days passed. But those on
+the train dragged interminably.
+
+Carley sent her aunt through to the Canyon while she stopped off at
+Flagstaff to store innumerable trunks and bags. The first news she heard
+of Glenn and the Hutters was that they had gone to the Tonto Basin to
+buy hogs and would be absent at least a month. This gave birth to a new
+plan in Carley's mind. She would doubly surprise Glenn. Wherefore she
+took council with some Flagstaff business men and engaged them to set a
+force of men at work on the Deep Lake property, making the improvements
+she desired, and hauling lumber, cement, bricks, machinery,
+supplies--all the necessaries for building construction. Also she
+instructed them to throw up a tent house for her to live in during the
+work, and to engage a reliable Mexican man with his wife for servants.
+When she left for the Canyon she was happier than ever before in her
+life.
+
+It was near the coming of sunset when Carley first looked down into the
+Grand Canyon. She had forgotten Glenn's tribute to this place. In her
+rapturous excitement of preparation and travel the Canyon had been
+merely a name. But now she saw it and she was stunned.
+
+What a stupendous chasm, gorgeous in sunset color on the heights,
+purpling into mystic shadows in the depths! There was a wonderful
+brightness of all the millions of red and yellow and gray surfaces still
+exposed to the sun. Carley did not feel a thrill, because feeling seemed
+inhibited. She looked and looked, yet was reluctant to keep on looking.
+She possessed no image in mind with which to compare this grand and
+mystic spectacle. A transformation of color and shade appeared to be
+going on swiftly, as if gods were changing the scenes of a Titanic
+stage. As she gazed the dark fringed line of the north rim turned to
+burnished gold, and she watched that with fascinated eyes. It turned
+rose, it lost its fire, it faded to quiet cold gray. The sun had set.
+
+Then the wind blew cool through the pinyons on the rim. There was a
+sweet tang of cedar and sage on the air and that indefinable fragrance
+peculiar to the canyon country of Arizona. How it brought back to Carley
+remembrance of Oak Creek! In the west, across the purple notches of the
+abyss, a dull gold flare showed where the sun had gone down.
+
+In the morning at eight o'clock there were great irregular black shadows
+under the domes and peaks and escarpments. Bright Angel Canyon was all
+dark, showing dimly its ragged lines. At noon there were no shadows and
+all the colossal gorge lay glaring under the sun. In the evening Carley
+watched the Canyon as again the sun was setting.
+
+Deep dark-blue shadows, like purple sails of immense ships, in wonderful
+contrast with the bright sunlit slopes, grew and rose toward the east,
+down the canyons and up the walls that faced the west. For a long
+while there was no red color, and the first indication of it was a dull
+bronze. Carley looked down into the void, at the sailing birds, at the
+precipitous slopes, and the dwarf spruces and the weathered old yellow
+cliffs. When she looked up again the shadows out there were no longer
+dark. They were clear. The slopes and depths and ribs of rock could be
+seen through them. Then the tips of the highest peaks and domes turned
+bright red. Far to the east she discerned a strange shadow, slowly
+turning purple. One instant it grew vivid, then began to fade. Soon
+after that all the colors darkened and slowly the pale gray stole over
+all.
+
+At night Carley gazed over and into the black void. But for the awful
+sense of depth she would not have known the Canyon to be there. A
+soundless movement of wind passed under her. The chasm seemed a grave
+of silence. It was as mysterious as the stars and as aloof and as
+inevitable. It had held her senses of beauty and proportion in abeyance.
+
+At another sunrise the crown of the rim, a broad belt of bare rock,
+turned pale gold under its fringed dark line of pines. The tips of the
+peak gleamed opal. There was no sunrise red, no fire. The light in the
+east was a pale gold under a steely green-blue sky. All the abyss of
+the Canyon was soft, gray, transparent, and the belt of gold
+broadened downward, making shadows on the west slopes of the mesas and
+escarpments. Far down in the shadows she discerned the river, yellow,
+turgid, palely gleaming. By straining her ears Carley heard a low dull
+roar as of distant storm. She stood fearfully at the extreme edge of a
+stupendous cliff, where it sheered dark and forbidding, down and down,
+into what seemed red and boundless depths of Hades. She saw gold spots
+of sunlight on the dark shadows, proving that somewhere, impossible
+to discover, the sun was shining through wind-worn holes in the sharp
+ridges. Every instant Carley grasped a different effect. Her studied
+gaze absorbed an endless changing. And at last she realized that sun and
+light and stars and moon and night and shade, all working incessantly
+and mutably over shapes and lines and angles and surfaces too numerous
+and too great for the sight of man to hold, made an ever-changing
+spectacle of supreme beauty and colorful grandeur.
+
+She talked very little while at the Canyon. It silenced her. She had
+come to see it at the critical time of her life and in the right mood.
+The superficialities of the world shrunk to their proper insignificance.
+Once she asked her aunt: "Why did not Glenn bring me here?" As if this
+Canyon proved the nature of all things!
+
+But in the end Carley found that the rending strife of the
+transformation of her attitude toward life had insensibly ceased. It had
+ceased during the long watching of this cataclysm of nature, this canyon
+of gold-banded black-fringed ramparts, and red-walled mountains which
+sloped down to be lost in purple depths. That was final proof of the
+strength of nature to soothe, to clarify, to stabilize the tried and
+weary and upward-gazing soul. Stronger than the recorded deeds of
+saints, stronger than the eloquence of the gifted uplifters of
+men, stronger than any words ever written, was the grand, brooding,
+sculptured aspect of nature. And it must have been so because thousands
+of years before the age of saints or preachers--before the fret
+and symbol and figure were cut in stone--man must have watched with
+thought-developing sight the wonders of the earth, the monuments of
+time, the glooming of the dark-blue sea, the handiwork of God.
+
+
+In May, Carley returned to Flagstaff to take up with earnest inspiration
+the labors of homebuilding in a primitive land.
+
+It required two trucks to transport her baggage and purchases out to
+Deep Lake. The road was good for eighteen miles of the distance, until
+it branched off to reach her land, and from there it was desert rock
+and sand. But eventually they made it; and Carley found herself and
+belongings dumped out into the windy and sunny open. The moment was
+singularly thrilling and full of transport. She was free. She had shaken
+off the shackles. She faced lonely, wild, barren desert that must be
+made habitable by the genius of her direction and the labor of her
+hands. Always a thought of Glenn hovered tenderly, dreamily in the back
+of her consciousness, but she welcomed the opportunity to have a few
+weeks of work and activity and solitude before taking up her life with
+him. She wanted to adapt herself to the metamorphosis that had been
+wrought in her.
+
+To her amazement and delight, a very considerable progress had been made
+with her plans. Under a sheltered red cliff among the cedars had
+been erected the tents where she expected to live until the house
+was completed. These tents were large, with broad floors high off the
+ground, and there were four of them. Her living tent had a porch under
+a wide canvas awning. The bed was a boxlike affair, raised off the floor
+two feet, and it contained a great, fragrant mass of cedar boughs upon
+which the blankets were to be spread. At one end was a dresser with
+large mirror, and a chiffonier. There were table and lamp, a low rocking
+chair, a shelf for books, a row of hooks upon which to hang things,
+a washstand with its necessary accessories, a little stove and a
+neat stack of cedar chips and sticks. Navajo rugs on the floor lent
+brightness and comfort.
+
+Carley heard the rustling of cedar branches over her head, and saw
+where they brushed against the tent roof. It appeared warm and fragrant
+inside, and protected from the wind, and a subdued white light filtered
+through the canvas. Almost she felt like reproving herself for the
+comfort surrounding her. For she had come West to welcome the hard
+knocks of primitive life.
+
+It took less than an hour to have her trunks stored in one of the spare
+tents, and to unpack clothes and necessaries for immediate use. Carley
+donned the comfortable and somewhat shabby outdoor garb she had worn at
+Oak Creek the year before; and it seemed to be the last thing needed to
+make her fully realize the glorious truth of the present.
+
+"I'm here," she said to her pale, yet happy face in the mirror. "The
+impossible has happened. I have accepted Glenn's life. I have answered
+that strange call out of the West."
+
+She wanted to throw herself on the sunlit woolly blankets of her bed and
+hug them, to think and think of the bewildering present happiness, to
+dream of the future, but she could not lie or sit still, nor keep her
+mind from grasping at actualities and possibilities of this place, nor
+her hands from itching to do things.
+
+It developed, presently, that she could not have idled away the time
+even if she had wanted to, for the Mexican woman came for her, with
+smiling gesticulation and jabber that manifestly meant dinner. Carley
+could not understand many Mexican words, and herein she saw another
+task. This swarthy woman and her sloe-eyed husband favorably impressed
+Carley.
+
+Next to claim her was Hoyle, the superintendent. "Miss Burch," he said,
+"in the early days we could run up a log cabin in a jiffy. Axes, horses,
+strong arms, and a few pegs--that was all we needed. But this house
+you've planned is different. It's good you've come to take the
+responsibility."
+
+Carley had chosen the site for her home on top of the knoll where Glenn
+had taken her to show her the magnificent view of mountains and desert.
+Carley climbed it now with beating heart and mingled emotions. A
+thousand times already that day, it seemed, she had turned to gaze up
+at the noble white-clad peaks. They were closer now, apparently looming
+over her, and she felt a great sense of peace and protection in the
+thought that they would always be there. But she had not yet seen the
+desert that had haunted her for a year. When she reached the summit of
+the knoll and gazed out across the open space it seemed that she must
+stand spellbound. How green the cedared foreground--how gray and barren
+the downward slope--how wonderful the painted steppes! The vision that
+had lived in her memory shrank to nothingness. The reality was immense,
+more than beautiful, appalling in its isolation, beyond comprehension
+with its lure and strength to uplift.
+
+But the superintendent drew her attention to the business at hand.
+
+Carley had planned an L-shaped house of one story. Some of her ideas
+appeared to be impractical, and these she abandoned. The framework was
+up and half a dozen carpenters were lustily at work with saw and hammer.
+
+"We'd made better progress if this house was in an ordinary place,"
+explained Hoyle. "But you see the wind blows here, so the framework had
+to be made as solid and strong as possible. In fact, it's bolted to the
+sills."
+
+Both living room and sleeping room were arranged so that the Painted
+Desert could be seen from one window, and on the other side the whole
+of the San Francisco Mountains. Both rooms were to have open fireplaces.
+Carley's idea was for service and durability. She thought of comfort in
+the severe winters of that high latitude, but elegance and luxury had no
+more significance in her life.
+
+Hoyle made his suggestions as to changes and adaptations, and, receiving
+her approval, he went on to show her what had been already accomplished.
+Back on higher ground a reservoir of concrete was being constructed
+near an ever-flowing spring of snow water from the peaks. This water
+was being piped by gravity to the house, and was a matter of greatest
+satisfaction to Hoyle, for he claimed that it would never freeze in
+winter, and would be cold and abundant during the hottest and driest of
+summers. This assurance solved the most difficult and serious problem of
+ranch life in the desert.
+
+Next Hoyle led Carley down off the knoll to the wide cedar valley
+adjacent to the lake. He was enthusiastic over its possibilities. Two
+small corrals and a large one had been erected, the latter having a low
+flat barn connected with it. Ground was already being cleared along the
+lake where alfalfa and hay were to be raised. Carley saw the blue and
+yellow smoke from burning brush, and the fragrant odor thrilled her.
+Mexicans were chopping the cleared cedars into firewood for winter use.
+
+The day was spent before she realized it. At sunset the carpenters and
+mechanics left in two old Ford cars for town. The Mexicans had a camp
+in the cedars, and the Hoyles had theirs at the spring under the knoll
+where Carley had camped with Glenn and the Hutters. Carley watched the
+golden rosy sunset, and as the day ended she breathed deeply as if in
+unutterable relief. Supper found her with appetite she had long since
+lost. Twilight brought cold wind, the staccato bark of coyotes, the
+flicker of camp fires through the cedars. She tried to embrace all her
+sensations, but they were so rapid and many that she failed.
+
+The cold, clear, silent night brought back the charm of the desert.
+How flaming white the stars! The great spire-pointed peaks lifted cold
+pale-gray outlines up into the deep star-studded sky. Carley walked a
+little to and fro, loath to go to her tent, though tired. She wanted
+calm. But instead of achieving calmness she grew more and more towards a
+strange state of exultation.
+
+Westward, only a matter of twenty or thirty miles, lay the deep rent in
+the level desert--Oak Creek Canyon. If Glenn had been there this night
+would have been perfect, yet almost unendurable. She was again grateful
+for his absence. What a surprise she had in store for him! And she
+imagined his face in its change of expression when she met him. If only
+he never learned of her presence in Arizona until she made it known in
+person! That she most longed for. Chances were against it, but then her
+luck had changed. She looked to the eastward where a pale luminosity
+of afterglow shone in the heavens. Far distant seemed the home of
+her childhood, the friends she had scorned and forsaken, the city of
+complaining and striving millions. If only some miracle might illumine
+the minds of her friends, as she felt that hers was to be illumined here
+in the solitude. But she well realized that not all problems could be
+solved by a call out of the West. Any open and lonely land that might
+have saved Glenn Kilbourne would have sufficed for her. It was the
+spirit of the thing and not the letter. It was work of any kind and not
+only that of ranch life. Not only the raising of hogs!
+
+Carley directed stumbling steps toward the light of her tent. Her eyes
+had not been used to such black shadow along the ground. She had, too,
+squeamish feminine fears of hydrophobia skunks, and nameless animals
+or reptiles that were imagined denizens of the darkness. She gained her
+tent and entered. The Mexican, Gino, as he called himself, had lighted
+her lamp and fire. Carley was chilled through, and the tent felt so warm
+and cozy that she could scarcely believe it. She fastened the screen
+door, laced the flaps across it, except at the top, and then gave
+herself up to the lulling and comforting heat.
+
+There were plans to perfect; innumerable things to remember; a car and
+accessories, horses, saddles, outfits to buy. Carley knew she should sit
+down at her table and write and figure, but she could not do it then.
+
+For a long time she sat over the little stove, toasting her knees and
+hands, adding some chips now and then to the red coals. And her mind
+seemed a kaleidoscope of changing visions, thoughts, feelings. At last
+she undressed and blew out the lamp and went to bed.
+
+Instantly a thick blackness seemed to enfold her and silence as of a
+dead world settled down upon her. Drowsy as she was, she could not close
+her eyes nor refrain from listening. Darkness and silence were tangible
+things. She felt them. And they seemed suddenly potent with magic charm
+to still the tumult of her, to soothe and rest, to create thoughts
+she had never thought before. Rest was more than selfish indulgence.
+Loneliness was necessary to gain consciousness of the soul. Already far
+back in the past seemed Carley's other life.
+
+By and by the dead stillness awoke to faint sounds not before
+perceptible to her--a low, mournful sough of the wind in the cedars,
+then the faint far-distant note of a coyote, sad as the night and
+infinitely wild.
+
+
+Days passed. Carley worked in the mornings with her hands and her
+brains. In the afternoons she rode and walked and climbed with a double
+object, to work herself into fit physical condition and to explore every
+nook and corner of her six hundred and forty acres.
+
+Then what she had expected and deliberately induced by her efforts
+quickly came to pass. Just as the year before she had suffered
+excruciating pain from aching muscles, and saddle blisters, and walking
+blisters, and a very rending of her bones, so now she fell victim to
+them again. In sunshine and rain she faced the desert. Sunburn and sting
+of sleet were equally to be endured. And that abomination, the hateful
+blinding sandstorm, did not daunt her. But the weary hours of abnegation
+to this physical torture at least held one consoling recompense as
+compared with her experience of last year, and it was that there was no
+one interested to watch for her weaknesses and failures and blunders.
+She could fight it out alone.
+
+Three weeks of this self-imposed strenuous training wore by before
+Carley was free enough from weariness and pain to experience other
+sensations. Her general health, evidently, had not been so good as when
+she had first visited Arizona. She caught cold and suffered other ills
+attendant upon an abrupt change of climate and condition. But doggedly
+she kept at her task. She rode when she should have been in bed; she
+walked when she should have ridden; she climbed when she should have
+kept to level ground. And finally by degrees so gradual as not to be
+noticed except in the sum of them she began to mend.
+
+Meanwhile the construction of her house went on with uninterrupted
+rapidity. When the low, slanting, wide-eaved roof was completed Carley
+lost further concern about rainstorms. Let them come. When the plumbing
+was all in and Carley saw verification of Hoyle's assurance that it
+would mean a gravity supply of water ample and continual, she lost her
+last concern as to the practicability of the work. That, and the earning
+of her endurance, seemed to bring closer a wonderful reward, still
+nameless and spiritual, that had been unattainable, but now breathed to
+her on the fragrant desert wind and in the brooding silence.
+
+
+The time came when each afternoon's ride or climb called to Carley with
+increasing delight. But the fact that she must soon reveal to Glenn her
+presence and transformation did not seem to be all the cause. She
+could ride without pain, walk without losing her breath, work without
+blistering her hands; and in this there was compensation. The building
+of the house that was to become a home, the development of water
+resources and land that meant the making of a ranch--these did not
+altogether constitute the anticipation of content. To be active, to
+accomplish things, to recall to mind her knowledge of manual training,
+of domestic science, of designing and painting, to learn to cook--these
+were indeed measures full of reward, but they were not all. In her
+wondering, pondering meditation she arrived at the point where she
+tried to assign to her love the growing fullness of her life. This,
+too, splendid and all-pervading as it was, she had to reject. Some
+exceedingly illusive and vital significance of life had insidiously come
+to Carley.
+
+One afternoon, with the sky full of white and black rolling clouds and a
+cold wind sweeping through the cedars, she halted to rest and escape the
+chilling gale for a while. In a sunny place, under the lee of a gravel
+bank, she sought refuge. It was warm here because of the reflected
+sunlight and the absence of wind. The sand at the bottom of the bank
+held a heat that felt good to her cold hands. All about her and over her
+swept the keen wind, rustling the sage, seeping the sand, swishing the
+cedars, but she was out of it, protected and insulated. The sky above
+showed blue between the threatening clouds. There were no birds or
+living creatures in sight. Certainly the place had little of color
+or beauty or grace, nor could she see beyond a few rods. Lying there,
+without any particular reason that she was conscious of, she suddenly
+felt shot through and through with exhilaration.
+
+Another day, the warmest of the spring so far, she rode a Navajo mustang
+she had recently bought from a passing trader; and at the farthest end
+of her section, in rough wooded and ridged ground she had not explored,
+she found a canyon with red walls and pine trees and gleaming streamlet
+and glades of grass and jumbles of rock. It was a miniature canyon, to
+be sure, only a quarter of a mile long, and as deep as the height of a
+lofty pine, and so narrow that it seemed only the width of a lane, but
+it had all the features of Oak Creek Canyon, and so sufficed for the
+exultant joy of possession. She explored it. The willow brakes and oak
+thickets harbored rabbits and birds. She saw the white flags of deer
+running away down the open. Up at the head where the canyon boxed she
+flushed a flock of wild turkeys. They ran like ostriches and flew like
+great brown chickens. In a cavern Carley found the den of a bear, and in
+another place the bleached bones of a steer.
+
+She lingered here in the shaded depths with a feeling as if she were
+indeed lost to the world. These big brown and seamy-barked pines with
+their spreading gnarled arms and webs of green needles belonged to her,
+as also the tiny brook, the blue bells smiling out of the ferns, the
+single stalk of mescal on a rocky ledge.
+
+Never had sun and earth, tree and rock, seemed a part of her being until
+then. She would become a sun-worshiper and a lover of the earth. That
+canyon had opened there to sky and light for millions of years; and
+doubtless it had harbored sheep herders, Indians, cliff dwellers,
+barbarians. She was a woman with white skin and a cultivated mind,
+but the affinity for them existed in her. She felt it, and that an
+understanding of it would be good for body and soul.
+
+Another day she found a little grove of jack pines growing on a flat
+mesa-like bluff, the highest point on her land. The trees were small
+and close together, mingling their green needles overhead and their
+discarded brown ones on the ground. From here Carley could see afar to
+all points of the compass--the slow green descent to the south and the
+climb to the black-timbered distance; the ridged and canyoned country to
+the west, red vents choked with green and rimmed with gray; to the north
+the grand upflung mountain kingdom crowned with snow; and to the east
+the vastness of illimitable space, the openness and wildness, the chased
+and beaten mosaic of colored sands and rocks.
+
+Again and again she visited this lookout and came to love its isolation,
+its command of wondrous prospects, its power of suggestion to her
+thoughts. She became a creative being, in harmony with the live things
+around her. The great life-dispensing sun poured its rays down upon her,
+as if to ripen her; and the earth seemed warm, motherly, immense with
+its all-embracing arms. She no longer plucked the bluebells to press
+to her face, but leaned to them. Every blade of gramma grass, with its
+shining bronze-tufted seed head, had significance for her. The scents
+of the desert began to have meaning for her. She sensed within her the
+working of a great leveling process through which supreme happiness
+would come.
+
+June! The rich, thick, amber light, like a transparent reflection from
+some intense golden medium, seemed to float in the warm air. The sky
+became an azure blue. In the still noontides, when the bees hummed
+drowsily and the flies buzzed, vast creamy-white columnar clouds rolled
+up from the horizon, like colossal ships with bulging sails. And summer
+with its rush of growing things was at hand.
+
+Carley rode afar, seeking in strange places the secret that eluded her.
+Only a few days now until she would ride down to Oak Creek Canyon! There
+was a low, singing melody of wind in the cedars. The earth became
+too beautiful in her magnified sight. A great truth was dawning upon
+her--that the sacrifice of what she had held as necessary to the
+enjoyment of life--that the strain of conflict, the labor of hands,
+the forcing of weary body, the enduring of pain, the contact with the
+earth--had served somehow to rejuvenate her blood, quicken her pulse,
+intensify her sensorial faculties, thrill her very soul, lead her into
+the realm of enchantment.
+
+One afternoon a dull, lead-black-colored cinder knoll tempted her to
+explore its bare heights. She rode up until her mustang sank to his
+knees and could climb no farther. From there she essayed the ascent
+on foot. It took labor. But at last she gained the summit, burning,
+sweating, panting.
+
+The cinder hill was an extinct crater of a volcano. In the center of it
+lay a deep bowl, wondrously symmetrical, and of a dark lusterless hue.
+Not a blade of grass was there, nor a plant. Carley conceived a desire
+to go to the bottom of this pit. She tried the cinders of the edge of
+the slope. They had the same consistency as those of the ascent she
+had overcome. But here there was a steeper incline. A tingling rush of
+daring seemed to drive her over the rounded rim, and, once started
+down, it was as if she wore seven-league boots. Fear left her. Only an
+exhilarating emotion consumed her. If there were danger, it mattered
+not. She strode down with giant steps, she plunged, she started
+avalanches to ride them until they stopped, she leaped, and lastly she
+fell, to roll over the soft cinders to the pit.
+
+There she lay. It seemed a comfortable resting place. The pit was
+scarcely six feet across. She gazed upward and was astounded. How
+steep was the rounded slope on all sides! There were no sides; it was
+a circle. She looked up at a round lake of deep translucent sky. Such
+depth of blue, such exquisite rare color! Carley imagined she could gaze
+through it to the infinite beyond.
+
+She closed her eyes and rested. Soon the laboring of heart and breath
+calmed to normal, so that she could not hear them. Then she lay
+perfectly motionless. With eyes shut she seemed still to look, and what
+she saw was the sunlight through the blood and flesh of her eyelids. It
+was red, as rare a hue as the blue of sky. So piercing did it grow that
+she had to shade her eyes with her arm.
+
+Again the strange, rapt glow suffused her body. Never in all her life
+had she been so absolutely alone. She might as well have been in her
+grave. She might have been dead to all earthy things and reveling in
+spirit in the glory of the physical that had escaped her in life. And
+she abandoned herself to this influence.
+
+She loved these dry, dusty cinders; she loved the crater here hidden
+from all save birds; she loved the desert, the earth--above all, the
+sun. She was a product of the earth--a creation of the sun. She had
+been an infinitesimal atom of inert something that had quickened to life
+under the blazing magic of the sun. Soon her spirit would abandon her
+body and go on, while her flesh and bone returned to dust. This frame of
+hers, that carried the divine spark, belonged to the earth. She had only
+been ignorant, mindless, feelingless, absorbed in the seeking of gain,
+blind to the truth. She had to give. She had been created a woman; she
+belonged to nature; she was nothing save a mother of the future. She had
+loved neither Glenn Kilbourne nor life itself. False education, false
+standards, false environment had developed her into a woman who imagined
+she must feed her body on the milk and honey of indulgence.
+
+She was abased now--woman as animal, though saved and uplifted by her
+power of immortality. Transcendental was her female power to link life
+with the future. The power of the plant seed, the power of the earth,
+the heat of the sun, the inscrutable creation-spirit of nature, almost
+the divinity of God--these were all hers because she was a woman. That
+was the great secret, aloof so long. That was what had been wrong with
+life--the woman blind to her meaning, her power, her mastery.
+
+So she abandoned herself to the woman within her. She held out her
+arms to the blue abyss of heaven as if to embrace the universe. She was
+Nature. She kissed the dusty cinders and pressed her breast against
+the warm slope. Her heart swelled to bursting with a glorious and
+unutterable happiness.
+
+
+That afternoon as the sun was setting under a gold-white scroll of cloud
+Carley got back to Deep Lake.
+
+A familiar lounging figure crossed her sight. It approached to where she
+had dismounted. Charley, the sheep herder of Oak Creek!
+
+"Howdy!" he drawled, with his queer smile. "So it was you-all who had
+this Deep Lake section?"
+
+"Yes. And how are you, Charley?" she replied, shaking hands with him.
+
+"Me? Aw, I'm tip-top. I'm shore glad you got this ranch. Reckon I'll hit
+you for a job."
+
+"I'd give it to you. But aren't you working for the Hutters?"
+
+"Nope. Not any more. Me an' Stanton had a row with them."
+
+How droll and dry he was! His lean, olive-brown face, with its guileless
+clear eyes and his lanky figure in blue jeans vividly recalled Oak Creek
+to Carley.
+
+"Oh, I'm sorry," returned she haltingly, somehow checked in her warm
+rush of thought. "Stanton?... Did he quit too?"
+
+"Yep. He sure did."
+
+"What was the trouble?"
+
+"Reckon because Flo made up to Kilbourne," replied Charley, with a grin.
+
+"Ah! I--I see," murmured Carley. A blankness seemed to wave over her.
+It extended to the air without, to the sense of the golden sunset. It
+passed. What should she ask--what out of a thousand sudden flashing
+queries? "Are--are the Hutters back?"
+
+"Sure. Been back several days. I reckoned Hoyle told you. Mebbe he
+didn't know, though. For nobody's been to town."
+
+"How is--how are they all?" faltered Carley. There was a strange wall
+here between her thought and her utterance.
+
+"Everybody satisfied, I reckon," replied Charley.
+
+"Flo--how is she?" burst out Carley.
+
+"Aw, Flo's loony over her husband," drawled Charley, his clear eyes on
+Carley's.
+
+"Husband!" she gasped.
+
+"Sure. Flo's gone an' went an' done what I swore on."
+
+"Who?" whispered Carley, and the query was a terrible blade piercing her
+heart.
+
+"Now who'd you reckon on?" asked Charley, with his slow grin.
+
+Carley's lips were mute.
+
+"Wal, it was your old beau thet you wouldn't have," returned Charley,
+as he gathered up his long frame, evidently to leave. "Kilbourne! He an'
+Flo came back from the Tonto all hitched up."
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XII
+
+Vague sense of movement, of darkness, and of cold attended Carley's
+consciousness for what seemed endless time.
+
+A fall over rocks and a severe thrust from a sharp branch brought an
+acute appreciation of her position, if not of her mental state. Night
+had fallen. The stars were out. She had stumbled over a low ledge.
+Evidently she had wandered around, dazedly and aimlessly, until brought
+to her senses by pain. But for a gleam of campfires through the cedars
+she would have been lost. It did not matter. She was lost, anyhow. What
+was it that had happened?
+
+Charley, the sheep herder! Then the thunderbolt of his words burst upon
+her, and she collapsed to the cold stones. She lay quivering from head
+to toe. She dug her fingers into the moss and lichen. "Oh, God, to
+think--after all--it happened!" she moaned. There had been a rending
+within her breast, as of physical violence, from which she now suffered
+anguish. There were a thousand stinging nerves. There was a mortal
+sickness of horror, of insupportable heartbreaking loss. She could not
+endure it. She could not live under it.
+
+She lay there until energy supplanted shock. Then she rose to rush into
+the darkest shadows of the cedars, to grope here and there, hanging her
+head, wringing her hands, beating her breast. "It can't be true," she
+cried. "Not after my struggle--my victory--not now!" But there had been
+no victory. And now it was too late. She was betrayed, ruined, lost.
+That wonderful love had wrought transformation in her--and now havoc.
+Once she fell against the branches of a thick cedar that upheld her. The
+fragrance which had been sweet was now bitter. Life that had been bliss
+was now hateful! She could not keep still for a single moment.
+
+Black night, cedars, brush, rocks, washes, seemed not to obstruct her.
+In a frenzy she rushed on, tearing her dress, her hands, her hair.
+Violence of some kind was imperative. All at once a pale gleaming open
+space, shimmering under the stars, lay before her. It was water. Deep
+Lake! And instantly a hideous terrible longing to destroy herself
+obsessed her. She had no fear. She could have welcomed the cold, slimy
+depths that meant oblivion. But could they really bring oblivion? A year
+ago she would have believed so, and would no longer have endured such
+agony. She had changed. A cursed strength had come to her, and it was
+this strength that now augmented her torture. She flung wide her arms to
+the pitiless white stars and looked up at them. "My hope, my faith,
+my love have failed me," she whispered. "They have been a lie. I went
+through hell for them. And now I've nothing to live for.... Oh, let me
+end it all!"
+
+If she prayed to the stars for mercy, it was denied her. Passionlessly
+they blazed on. But she could not kill herself. In that hour death would
+have been the only relief and peace left to her. Stricken by the cruelty
+of her fate, she fell back against the stones and gave up to grief.
+Nothing was left but fierce pain. The youth and vitality and intensity
+of her then locked arms with anguish and torment and a cheated,
+unsatisfied love. Strength of mind and body involuntarily resisted the
+ravages of this catastrophe. Will power seemed nothing, but the flesh
+of her, that medium of exquisite sensation, so full of life, so prone to
+joy, refused to surrender. The part of her that felt fought terribly for
+its heritage.
+
+All night long Carley lay there. The crescent moon went down, the stars
+moved on their course, the coyotes ceased to wail, the wind died away,
+the lapping of the waves along the lake shore wore to gentle splash, the
+whispering of the insects stopped as the cold of dawn approached. The
+darkest hour fell--hour of silence, solitude, and melancholy, when the
+desert lay tranced, cold, waiting, mournful without light of moon or
+stars or sun.
+
+In the gray dawn Carley dragged her bruised and aching body back to her
+tent, and, fastening the door, she threw off wet clothes and boots and
+fell upon her bed. Slumber of exhaustion came to her.
+
+When she awoke the tent was light and the moving shadows of cedar boughs
+on the white canvas told that the sun was straight above. Carley ached
+as never before. A deep pang seemed invested in every bone. Her heart
+felt swollen out of proportion to its space in her breast. Her breathing
+came slow and it hurt. Her blood was sluggish. Suddenly she shut her
+eyes. She loathed the light of day. What was it that had happened?
+
+Then the brutal truth flashed over her again, in aspect new, with
+all the old bitterness. For an instant she experienced a suffocating
+sensation as if the canvas had sagged under the burden of heavy air and
+was crushing her breast and heart. Then wave after wave of emotion swept
+over her. The storm winds of grief and passion were loosened again. And
+she writhed in her misery.
+
+Some one knocked on her door. The Mexican woman called anxiously. Carley
+awoke to the fact that her presence was not solitary on the physical
+earth, even if her soul seemed stricken to eternal loneliness. Even in
+the desert there was a world to consider. Vanity that had bled to death,
+pride that had been crushed, availed her not here. But something else
+came to her support. The lesson of the West had been to endure, not to
+shirk--to face an issue, not to hide. Carley got up, bathed, dressed,
+brushed and arranged her dishevelled hair. The face she saw in the
+mirror excited her amaze and pity. Then she went out in answer to the
+call for dinner. But she could not eat. The ordinary functions of life
+appeared to be deadened.
+
+The day happened to be Sunday, and therefore the workmen were absent.
+Carley had the place to herself. How the half-completed house mocked
+her! She could not bear to look at it. What use could she make of it
+now? Flo Hutter had become the working comrade of Glenn Kilbourne, the
+mistress of his cabin. She was his wife and she would be the mother of
+his children.
+
+That thought gave birth to the darkest hour of Carley Burch's life. She
+became possessed as by a thousand devils. She became merely a female
+robbed of her mate. Reason was not in her, nor charity, nor justice.
+All that was abnormal in human nature seemed coalesced in her, dominant,
+passionate, savage, terrible. She hated with an incredible and insane
+ferocity. In the seclusion of her tent, crouched on her bed, silent,
+locked, motionless, she yet was the embodiment of all terrible strife
+and storm in nature. Her heart was a maelstrom and would have whirled
+and sucked down to hell all the beings that were men. Her soul was
+a bottomless gulf, filled with the gales and the fires of jealousy,
+superhuman to destroy.
+
+That fury consumed all her remaining strength, and from the relapse she
+sank to sleep.
+
+Morning brought the inevitable reaction. However long her other
+struggles, this monumental and final one would be brief. She realized
+that, yet was unable to understand how it could be possible, unless
+shock or death or mental aberration ended the fight. An eternity of
+emotion lay back between this awakening of intelligence and the hour of
+her fall into the clutches of primitive passion.
+
+That morning she faced herself in the mirror and asked, "Now--what do I
+owe you?" It was not her voice that answered. It was beyond her. But
+it said: "Go on! You are cut adrift. You are alone. You owe none but
+yourself!... Go on! Not backward--not to the depths--but up--upward!"
+
+She shuddered at such a decree. How impossible for her! All animal, all
+woman, all emotion, how could she live on the cold, pure heights? Yet
+she owed something intangible and inscrutable to herself. Was it the
+thing that woman lacked physically, yet contained hidden in her soul?
+An element of eternal spirit to rise! Because of heartbreak and ruin
+and irreparable loss must she fall? Was loss of love and husband and
+children only a test? The present hour would be swallowed in the sum of
+life's trials. She could not go back. She would not go down. There was
+wrenched from her tried and sore heart an unalterable and unquenchable
+decision--to make her own soul prove the evolution of woman. Vessel of
+blood and flesh she might be, doomed by nature to the reproduction of
+her kind, but she had in her the supreme spirit and power to carry on
+the progress of the ages--the climb of woman out of the darkness.
+
+Carley went out to the workmen. The house should be completed and she
+would live in it. Always there was the stretching and illimitable desert
+to look at, and the grand heave upward of the mountains. Hoyle was full
+of zest for the practical details of the building. He saw nothing of
+the havoc wrought in her. Nor did the other workmen glance more than
+casually at her. In this Carley lost something of a shirking fear that
+her loss and grief were patent to all eyes.
+
+That afternoon she mounted the most spirited of the mustangs she had
+purchased from the Indians. To govern him and stick on him required all
+her energy. And she rode him hard and far, out across the desert, across
+mile after mile of cedar forest, clear to the foothills. She rested
+there, absorbed in gazing desertward, and upon turning back again, she
+ran him over the level stretches. Wind and branch threshed her seemingly
+to ribbons. Violence seemed good for her. A fall had no fear for her
+now. She reached camp at dusk, hot as fire, breathless and strengthless.
+But she had earned something. Such action required constant use of
+muscle and mind. If need be she could drive both to the very furthermost
+limit. She could ride and ride--until the future, like the immensity of
+the desert there, might swallow her. She changed her clothes and
+rested a while. The call to supper found her hungry. In this fact
+she discovered mockery of her grief. Love was not the food of life.
+Exhausted nature's need of rest and sleep was no respecter of a woman's
+emotion.
+
+Next day Carley rode northward, wildly and fearlessly, as if this
+conscious activity was the initiative of an endless number of rides that
+were to save her. As before the foothills called her, and she went on
+until she came to a very high one.
+
+Carley dismounted from her panting horse, answering the familiar impulse
+to attain heights by her own effort.
+
+"Am I only a weakling?" she asked herself. "Only a creature mined by
+the fever of the soul!... Thrown from one emotion to another? Never the
+same. Yearning, suffering, sacrificing, hoping, and changing--forever
+the same! What is it that drives me? A great city with all its
+attractions has failed to help me realize my life. So have friends
+failed. So has the world. What can solitude and grandeur do?... All this
+obsession of mine--all this strange feeling for simple elemental earthly
+things likewise will fail me. Yet I am driven. They would call me a mad
+woman."
+
+It took Carley a full hour of slow body-bending labor to climb to the
+summit of that hill. High, steep, and rugged, it resisted ascension. But
+at last she surmounted it and sat alone on the heights, with naked eyes,
+and an unconscious prayer on her lips.
+
+What was it that had happened? Could there be here a different answer
+from that which always mocked her?
+
+She had been a girl, not accountable for loss of mother, for choice
+of home and education. She had belonged to a class. She had grown to
+womanhood in it. She had loved, and in loving had escaped the evil of
+her day, if not its taint. She had lived only for herself. Conscience
+had awakened--but, alas! too late. She had overthrown the sordid,
+self-seeking habit of life; she had awakened to real womanhood; she had
+fought the insidious spell of modernity and she had defeated it; she
+had learned the thrill of taking root in new soil, the pain and joy
+of labor, the bliss of solitude, the promise of home and love and
+motherhood. But she had gathered all these marvelous things to her soul
+too late for happiness.
+
+"Now it is answered," she declared aloud. "That is what has happened?...
+And all that is past.... Is there anything left? If so what?"
+
+She flung her query out to the winds of the desert. But the desert
+seemed too gray, too vast, too remote, too aloof, too measureless. It
+was not concerned with her little life. Then she turned to the mountain
+kingdom.
+
+It seemed overpoweringly near at hand. It loomed above her to pierce the
+fleecy clouds. It was only a stupendous upheaval of earth-crust, grown
+over at the base by leagues and leagues of pine forest, belted along the
+middle by vast slanting zigzag slopes of aspen, rent and riven toward
+the heights into canyon and gorge, bared above to cliffs and corners of
+craggy rock, whitened at the sky-piercing peaks by snow. Its beauty and
+sublimity were lost upon Carley now; she was concerned with its travail,
+its age, its endurance, its strength. And she studied it with magnified
+sight.
+
+What incomprehensible subterranean force had swelled those immense
+slopes and lifted the huge bulk aloft to the clouds? Cataclysm of
+nature--the expanding or shrinking of the earth--vast volcanic action
+under the surface! Whatever it had been, it had left its expression of
+the travail of the universe. This mountain mass had been hot gas when
+flung from the parent sun, and now it was solid granite. What had it
+endured in the making? What indeed had been its dimensions before the
+millions of years of its struggle?
+
+Eruption, earthquake, avalanche, the attrition of glacier, the erosion
+of water, the cracking of frost, the weathering of rain and wind and
+snow--these it had eternally fought and resisted in vain, yet still
+it stood magnificent, frowning, battle-scarred and undefeated. Its
+sky-piercing peaks were as cries for mercy to the Infinite. This old
+mountain realized its doom. It had to go, perhaps to make room for
+a newer and better kingdom. But it endured because of the spirit of
+nature. The great notched circular line of rock below and between the
+peaks, in the body of the mountains, showed where in ages past the
+heart of living granite had blown out, to let loose on all the near
+surrounding desert the streams of black lava and the hills of black
+cinders. Despite its fringe of green it was hoary with age. Every
+looming gray-faced wall, massive and sublime, seemed a monument of its
+mastery over time. Every deep-cut canyon, showing the skeleton ribs, the
+caverns and caves, its avalanche-carved slides, its long, fan-shaped,
+spreading taluses, carried conviction to the spectator that it was but a
+frail bit of rock, that its life was little and brief, that upon it had
+been laid the merciless curse of nature. Change! Change must unknit
+the very knots of the center of the earth. So its strength lay in the
+sublimity of its defiance. It meant to endure to the last rolling grain
+of sand. It was a dead mountain of rock, without spirit, yet it taught a
+grand lesson to the seeing eye.
+
+Life was only a part, perhaps an infinitely small part of nature's plan.
+Death and decay were just as important to her inscrutable design. The
+universe had not been created for life, ease, pleasure, and happiness
+of a man creature developed from lower organisms. If nature's secret was
+the developing of a spirit through all time, Carley divined that she had
+it within her. So the present meant little.
+
+"I have no right to be unhappy," concluded Carley. "I had no right to
+Glenn Kilbourne. I failed him. In that I failed myself. Neither life nor
+nature failed me--nor love. It is no longer a mystery. Unhappiness is
+only a change. Happiness itself is only change. So what does it matter?
+The great thing is to see life--to understand--to feel--to work--to
+fight--to endure. It is not my fault I am here. But it is my fault if
+I leave this strange old earth the poorer for my failure.... I will no
+longer be little. I will find strength. I will endure.... I still have
+eyes, ears, nose, taste. I can feel the sun, the wind, the nip of frost.
+Must I slink like a craven because I've lost the love of one man? Must I
+hate Flo Hutter because she will make Glenn happy? Never!... All of this
+seems better so, because through it I am changed. I might have lived on,
+a selfish clod!"
+
+Carley turned from the mountain kingdom and faced her future with the
+profound and sad and far-seeing look that had come with her lesson. She
+knew what to give. Sometime and somewhere there would be recompense.
+She would hide her wound in the faith that time would heal it. And the
+ordeal she set herself, to prove her sincerity and strength, was to ride
+down to Oak Creek Canyon.
+
+Carley did not wait many days. Strange how the old vanity held her back
+until something of the havoc in her face should be gone!
+
+One morning she set out early, riding her best horse, and she took a
+sheep trail across country. The distance by road was much farther. The
+June morning was cool, sparkling, fragrant. Mocking birds sang from the
+topmost twig of cedars; doves cooed in the pines; sparrow hawks sailed
+low over the open grassy patches. Desert primroses showed their rounded
+pink clusters in sunny places, and here and there burned the carmine of
+Indian paintbrush. Jack rabbits and cotton-tails bounded and scampered
+away through the sage. The desert had life and color and movement this
+June day. And as always there was the dry fragrance on the air.
+
+Her mustang had been inured to long and consistent travel over the
+desert. Her weight was nothing to him and he kept to the swinging lope
+for miles. As she approached Oak Creek Canyon, however, she drew him to
+a trot, and then a walk. Sight of the deep red-walled and green-floored
+canyon was a shock to her.
+
+The trail came out on the road that led to Ryan's sheep camp, at a point
+several miles west of the cabin where Carley had encountered Haze
+Ruff. She remembered the curves and stretches, and especially the steep
+jump-off where the road led down off the rim into the canyon. Here she
+dismounted and walked. From the foot of this descent she knew every rod
+of the way would be familiar to her, and, womanlike, she wanted to
+turn away and fly from them. But she kept on and mounted again at level
+ground.
+
+The murmur of the creek suddenly assailed her ears--sweet, sad,
+memorable, strangely powerful to hurt. Yet the sound seemed of long ago.
+Down here summer had advanced. Rich thick foliage overspread the winding
+road of sand. Then out of the shade she passed into the sunnier regions
+of isolated pines. Along here she had raced Calico with Glenn's bay;
+and here she had caught him, and there was the place she had fallen.
+She halted a moment under the pine tree where Glenn had held her in his
+arms. Tears dimmed her eyes. If only she had known then the truth, the
+reality! But regrets were useless.
+
+By and by a craggy red wall loomed above the trees, and its pipe-organ
+conformation was familiar to Carley. She left the road and turned to go
+down to the creek. Sycamores and maples and great bowlders, and mossy
+ledges overhanging the water, and a huge sentinel pine marked the spot
+where she and Glenn had eaten their lunch that last day. Her mustang
+splashed into the clear water and halted to drink. Beyond, through the
+trees, Carley saw the sunny red-earthed clearing that was Glenn's farm.
+She looked, and fought herself, and bit her quivering lip until she
+tasted blood. Then she rode out into the open.
+
+The whole west side of the canyon had been cleared and cultivated and
+plowed. But she gazed no farther. She did not want to see the spot where
+she had given Glenn his ring and had parted from him. She rode on. If
+she could pass West Fork she believed her courage would rise to the
+completion of this ordeal. Places were what she feared. Places that she
+had loved while blindly believing she hated! There the narrow gap of
+green and blue split the looming red wall. She was looking into West
+Fork. Up there stood the cabin. How fierce a pang rent her breast! She
+faltered at the crossing of the branch stream, and almost surrendered.
+The water murmured, the leaves rustled, the bees hummed, the birds
+sang--all with some sad sweetness that seemed of the past.
+
+Then the trail leading up West Fork was like a barrier. She saw horse
+tracks in it. Next she descried boot tracks the shape of which was so
+well-remembered that it shook her heart. There were fresh tracks in the
+sand, pointing in the direction of the Lodge. Ah! that was where Glenn
+lived now. Carley strained at her will to keep it fighting her memory.
+The glory and the dream were gone!
+
+A touch of spur urged her mustang into a gallop. The splashing ford of
+the creek--the still, eddying pool beyond--the green orchards--the white
+lacy waterfall--and Lolomi Lodge!
+
+Nothing had altered. But Carley seemed returning after many years.
+Slowly she dismounted--slowly she climbed the porch steps. Was there no
+one at home? Yet the vacant doorway, the silence--something attested to
+the knowledge of Carley's presence. Then suddenly Mrs. Hutter fluttered
+out with Flo behind her.
+
+"You dear girl--I'm so glad!" cried Mrs. Hutter, her voice trembling.
+
+"I'm glad to see you, too," said Carley, bending to receive Mrs.
+Hutter's embrace. Carley saw dim eyes--the stress of agitation, but no
+surprise.
+
+"Oh, Carley!" burst out the Western girl, with voice rich and full, yet
+tremulous.
+
+"Flo, I've come to wish you happiness," replied Carley, very low.
+
+Was it the same Flo? This seemed more of a woman--strange now--white and
+strained--beautiful, eager, questioning. A cry of gladness burst from
+her. Carley felt herself enveloped in strong close clasp--and then a
+warm, quick kiss of joy. It shocked her, yet somehow thrilled. Sure was
+the welcome here. Sure was the strained situation, also, but the voice
+rang too glad a note for Carley. It touched her deeply, yet she could
+not understand. She had not measured the depth of Western friendship.
+
+"Have you--seen Glenn?" queried Flo, breathlessly.
+
+"Oh no, indeed not," replied Carley, slowly gaining composure. The
+nervous agitation of these women had stilled her own. "I just rode up
+the trail. Where is he?"
+
+"He was here--a moment ago," panted Flo. "Oh, Carley, we sure are
+locoed. ... Why, we only heard an hour ago--that you were at Deep
+Lake.... Charley rode in. He told us.... I thought my heart would break.
+Poor Glenn! When he heard it.... But never mind me. Jump your horse and
+run to West Fork!"
+
+The spirit of her was like the strength of her arms as she hurried
+Carley across the porch and shoved her down the steps.
+
+"Climb on and run, Carley," cried Flo. "If you only knew how glad he'll
+be that you came!"
+
+Carley leaped into the saddle and wheeled the mustang. But she had no
+answer for the girl's singular, almost wild exultance. Then like a
+shot the spirited mustang was off down the lane. Carley wondered with
+swelling heart. Was her coming such a wondrous surprise--so unexpected
+and big in generosity--something that would make Kilbourne as glad as it
+had seemed to make Flo? Carley thrilled to this assurance.
+
+Down the lane she flew. The red walls blurred and the sweet wind whipped
+her face. At the trail she swerved the mustang, but did not check his
+gait. Under the great pines he sped and round the bulging wall. At the
+rocky incline leading to the creek she pulled the fiery animal to a
+trot. How low and clear the water! As Carley forded it fresh cool drops
+splashed into her face. Again she spurred her mount and again trees and
+walls rushed by. Up and down the yellow bits of trail--on over the brown
+mats of pine needles--until there in the sunlight shone the little gray
+log cabin with a tall form standing in the door. One instant the canyon
+tilted on end for Carley and she was riding into the blue sky. Then some
+magic of soul sustained her, so that she saw clearly. Reaching the cabin
+she reined in her mustang.
+
+"Hello, Glenn! Look who's here!" she cried, not wholly failing of
+gayety.
+
+He threw up his sombrero.
+
+"Whoopee!" he yelled, in stentorian voice that rolled across the canyon
+and bellowed in hollow echo and then clapped from wall to wall. The
+unexpected Western yell, so strange from Glenn, disconcerted Carley. Had
+he only answered her spirit of greeting? Had hers rung false?
+
+But he was coming to her. She had seen the bronze of his face turn to
+white. How gaunt and worn he looked. Older he appeared, with deeper
+lines and whiter hair. His jaw quivered.
+
+"Carley Burch, so it was you?" he queried, hoarsely.
+
+"Glenn, I reckon it was," she replied. "I bought your Deep Lake ranch
+site. I came back too late.... But it is never too late for some
+things.... I've come to wish you and Flo all the happiness in the
+world--and to say we must be friends."
+
+The way he looked at her made her tremble. He strode up beside the
+mustang, and he was so tall that his shoulder came abreast of her. He
+placed a big warm hand on hers, as it rested, ungloved, on the pommel of
+the saddle.
+
+"Have you seen Flo?" he asked.
+
+"I just left her. It was funny--the way she rushed me off after you. As
+if there weren't two--"
+
+Was it Glenn's eyes or the movement of his hand that checked her
+utterance? His gaze pierced her soul. His hand slid along her arm to her
+waist--around it. Her heart seemed to burst.
+
+"Kick your feet out of the stirrups," he ordered.
+
+Instinctively she obeyed. Then with a strong pull he hauled her half
+out of the saddle, pellmell into his arms. Carley had no resistance. She
+sank limp, in an agony of amaze. Was this a dream? Swift and hard his
+lips met hers--and again--and again....
+
+"Oh, my God!--Glenn, are--you--mad?" she whispered, almost swooning.
+
+"Sure--I reckon I am," he replied, huskily, and pulled her all the way
+out of the saddle.
+
+Carley would have fallen but for his support. She could not think. She
+was all instinct. Only the amaze--the sudden horror--drifted--faded as
+before fires of her heart!
+
+"Kiss me!" he commanded.
+
+She would have kissed him if death were the penalty. How his face
+blurred in her dimmed sight! Was that a strange smile? Then he held her
+back from him.
+
+"Carley--you came to wish Flo and me happiness?" he asked.
+
+"Oh, yes--yes.... Pity me, Glenn--let me go. I meant well.... I
+should--never have come."
+
+"Do you love me?" he went on, with passionate, shaking clasp.
+
+"God help me--I do--I do!... And now it will kill me!"
+
+"What did that damned fool Charley tell you?"
+
+The strange content of his query, the trenchant force of it, brought her
+upright, with sight suddenly cleared. Was this giant the tragic Glenn
+who had strode to her from the cabin door?
+
+"Charley told me--you and Flo--were married," she whispered.
+
+"You didn't believe him!" returned Glenn.
+
+She could no longer speak. She could only see her lover, as if
+transfigured, limned dark against the looming red wall.
+
+"That was one of Charley's queer jokes. I told you to beware of him. Flo
+is married, yes--and very happy.... I'm unutterably happy, too--but I'm
+not married. Lee Stanton was the lucky bridegroom.... Carley, the moment
+I saw you I knew you had come back to me."
+
+
+
+
+
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+THE CALL OF THE CANYON
+
+By Zane Grey
+
+
+CHAPTER I
+
+What subtle strange message had come to her out of the West? Carley Burch
+laid the letter in her lap and gazed dreamily through the window.
+
+It was a day typical of early April in New York, rather cold and gray, with
+steely sunlight. Spring breathed in the air, but the women passing along
+Fifty-seventh Street wore furs and wraps. She heard the distant clatter of
+an L train and then the hum of a motor car. A hurdy-gurdy jarred into the
+interval of quiet.
+
+"Glenn has been gone over a year," she mused, "three months over a year--
+and of all his strange letters this seems the strangest yet."
+
+She lived again, for the thousandth time, the last moments she had spent
+with him. It had been on New-Year's Eve, 1918. They had called upon friends
+who were staying at the McAlpin, in a suite on the twenty-first floor
+overlooking Broadway. And when the last quarter hour of that eventful and
+tragic year began slowly to pass with the low swell of whistles and bells,
+Carley's friends had discreetly left her alone with her lover, at the open
+window, to watch and hear the old year out, the new year in. Glenn
+Kilbourne had returned from France early that fall, shell-shocked and
+gassed, and otherwise incapacitated for service in the army--a wreck of his
+former sterling self and in many unaccountable ways a stranger to her.
+Cold, silent, haunted by something, he had made her miserable with his
+aloofness. But as the bells began to ring out the year that had been his
+ruin Glenn had drawn her close, tenderly, passionately, and yet strangely,
+too.
+
+"Carley, look and listen!" he had whispered.
+
+Under them stretched the great long white flare of Broadway, with its
+snow-covered length glittering under a myriad of electric lights. Sixth
+Avenue swerved away to the right, a less brilliant lane of blanched snow.
+The L trains crept along like huge fire-eyed serpents. The hum of the
+ceaseless moving line of motor cars drifted upward faintly, almost drowned
+in the rising clamor of the street. Broadway's gay and thoughtless crowds
+surged to and fro, from that height merely a thick stream of black figures,
+like contending columns of ants on the march. And everywhere the monstrous
+electric signs flared up vivid in white and red and green; and dimmed and
+paled, only to flash up again.
+
+Ring out the Old! Ring in the New! Carley had poignantly felt the sadness
+of the one, the promise of the other. As one by one the siren factory
+whistles opened up with deep, hoarse bellow, the clamor of the street and
+the ringing of the bells were lost in a volume of continuous sound that
+swelled on high into a magnificent roar. It was the voice of a city--of a
+nation. It was the voice of a people crying out the strife and the agony of
+the year--pealing forth a prayer for the future.
+
+Glenn had put his lips to her ear: "It's like the voice in my soul!" Never
+would she forget the shock of that. And how she had stood spellbound,
+enveloped in the mighty volume of sound no longer discordant, but full of
+great, pregnant melody, until the white ball burst upon the tower of the
+Times Building, showing the bright figures 1919.
+
+The new year had not been many minutes old when Glenn Kilbourne had told
+her he was going West to try to recover his health.
+
+Carley roused out of her memories to take up the letter that had so
+perplexed her. It bore the postmark, Flagstaff, Arizona. She reread it with
+slow pondering thoughtfulness.
+
+
+WEST FORK,
+March 25.
+
+DEAR CARLEY:
+
+It does seem my neglect in writing you is unpardonable. I used to be a
+pretty fair correspondent, but in that as in other things I have changed.
+
+One reason I have not answered sooner is because your letter was so sweet
+and loving that it made me feel an ungrateful and unappreciative wretch.
+Another is that this life I now lead does not induce writing. I am outdoors
+all day, and when I get back to this cabin at night I am too tired for
+anything but bed.
+
+Your imperious questions I must answer--and that must, of course, is a
+third reason why I have delayed my reply. First, you ask, "Don't you love
+me any more as you used to?" . . . Frankly, I do not. I am sure my old love
+for you, before I went to France, was selfish, thoughtless, sentimental,
+and boyish. I am a man now. And my love for you is different. Let me assure
+you that it has been about all left to me of what is noble and beautiful.
+Whatever the changes in me for the worse, my love for you, at least, has
+grown better, finer, purer.
+
+And now for your second question, "Are you coming home as soon as you are
+well again?" . . . Carley, I am well. I have delayed telling you this
+because I knew you would expect me to rush back East with the telling. But--
+the fact is, Carley, I am not coming--just yet. I wish it were possible
+for me to make you understand. For a long time I seem to have been frozen
+within. You know when I came back from France I couldn't talk. It's almost
+as bad as that now. Yet all that I was then seems to have changed again. It
+is only fair to you to tell you that, as I feel now, I hate the city, I
+hate people, and particularly I hate that dancing, drinking, lounging set
+you chase with. I don't want to come East until I am over that, you know. . .
+Suppose I never get over it? Well, Carley, you can free yourself from
+me by one word that I could never utter. I could never break our
+engagement. During the hell I went through in the war my attachment to you
+saved me from moral ruin, if it did not from perfect honor and fidelity.
+This is another thing I despair of making you understand. And in the chaos
+I've wandered through since the war my love for you was my only anchor. You
+never guessed, did you, that I lived on your letters until I got well. And
+now the fact that I might get along without them is no discredit to their
+charm or to you.
+
+It is all so hard to put in words, Carley. To lie down with death and get
+up with death was nothing. To face one's degradation was nothing. But to
+come home an incomprehensibly changed man--and to see my old life as
+strange as if it were the new life of another planet--to try to slip into
+the old groove--well, no words of mine can tell you how utterly impossible
+it was.
+
+My old job was not open to me, even if I had been able to work. The
+government that I fought for left me to starve, or to die of my maladies
+like a dog, for all it cared.
+
+I could not live on your money, Carley. My people are poor, as you know. So
+there was nothing for me to do but to borrow a little money from my friends
+and to come West. I'm glad I had the courage to come. What this West is
+I'll never try to tell you, because, loving the luxury and excitement and
+glitter of the city as you do, you'd think I was crazy.
+
+Getting on here, in my condition, was as hard as trench life. But now,
+Carley--something has come to me out of the West. That, too, I am unable to
+put into words. Maybe I can give you an inkling of it. I'm strong enough to
+chop wood all day. No man or woman passes my cabin in a month. But I am
+never lonely. I love these vast red canyon walls towering above me. And the
+silence is so sweet. Think of the hellish din that filled my ears. Even
+now--sometimes, the brook here changes its babbling murmur to the roar of
+war. I never understood anything of the meaning of nature until I lived
+under these looming stone walls and whispering pines.
+
+So, Carley, try to understand me, or at least be kind. You know they came
+very near writing, "Gone west!" after my name, and considering that, this
+"Out West" signifies for me a very fortunate difference. A tremendous
+difference! For the present I'll let well enough alone.
+
+Adios. Write soon. Love from
+
+GLEN
+
+
+Carley's second reaction to the letter was a sudden upflashing desire to
+see her lover--to go out West and find him. Impulses with her were rather
+rare and inhibited, but this one made her tremble. If Glenn was well again
+he must have vastly changed from the moody, stone-faced, and haunted-eyed
+man who had so worried and distressed her. He had embarrassed her, too, for
+sometimes, in her home, meeting young men there who had not gone into the
+service, he had seemed to retreat into himself, singularly aloof, as if his
+world was not theirs.
+
+Again, with eager eyes and quivering lips, she read the letter. It
+contained words that lifted her heart. Her starved love greedily absorbed
+them. In them she had excuse for any resolve that might bring Glenn closer
+to her. And she pondered over this longing to go to him.
+
+Carley had the means to come and go and live as she liked. She did not
+remember her father, who had died when she was a child. Her mother had left
+her in the care of a sister, and before the war they had divided their time
+between New York and Europe, the Adirondacks and Florida, Carley had gone
+in for Red Cross and relief work with more of sincerity than most of her
+set. But she was really not used to making any decision as definite and
+important as that of going out West alone. She had never been farther west
+than Jersey City; and her conception of the West was a hazy one of vast
+plains and rough mountains, squalid towns, cattle herds, and uncouth
+ill-clad men.
+
+So she carried the letter to her aunt, a rather slight woman with a kindly
+face and shrewd eyes, and who appeared somewhat given to old-fashioned
+garments.
+
+"Aunt Mary, here's a letter from Glenn," said Carley. "It's more of a
+stumper than usual. Please read it."
+
+"Dear me! You look upset," replied the aunt, mildly, and, adjusting her
+spectacles, she took the letter.
+
+Carley waited impatiently for the perusal, conscious of inward forces
+coming more and more to the aid of her impulse to go West. Her aunt paused
+once to murmur how glad she was that Glenn had gotten well. Then she read
+on to the close.
+
+"Carley, that's a fine letter," she said, fervently. "Do you see through
+it?"
+
+"No, I don't," replied Carley. "That's why I asked you to read it."
+
+"Do you still love Glenn as you used to before--"
+
+"Why, Aunt Mary!" exclaimed Carley, in surprise.
+
+"Excuse me, Carley, if I'm blunt. But the fact is young women of modern
+times are very different from my kind when I was a girl. You haven't acted
+as though you pined for Glenn. You gad around almost the same as ever."
+
+"What's a girl to do?" protested Carley.
+
+"You are twenty-six years old, Carley," retorted Aunt Mary.
+
+"Suppose I am. I'm as young--as I ever was."
+
+"Well, let's not argue about modern girls and modern times. We never get
+anywhere," returned her aunt, kindly. "But I can tell you something of what
+Glenn Kilbourne means in that letter--if you want to hear it."
+
+"I do--indeed."
+
+"The war did something horrible to Glenn aside from wrecking his health.
+Shell-shock, they said! I don't understand that. Out of his mind, they
+said! But that never was true. Glenn was as sane as I am, and, my dear,
+that's pretty sane, I'll have you remember. But he must have suffered some
+terrible blight to his spirit--some blunting of his soul. For months after
+he returned he walked as one in a trance. Then came a change. He grew
+restless. Perhaps that change was for the better. At least it showed he'd
+roused. Glenn saw you and your friends and the life you lead, and all the
+present, with eyes from which the scales had dropped. He saw what was
+wrong. He never said so to me, but I knew it. It wasn't only to get well
+that he went West. It was to get away. . . . And, Carley Burch, if your
+happiness depends on him you had better be up and doing--or you'll lose
+him!"
+
+"Aunt Mary!" gasped Carley.
+
+"I mean it. That letter shows how near he came to the Valley of the
+Shadow--and how he has become a man. . . . If I were you I'd go out West.
+Surely there must be a place where it would be all right for you to stay."
+
+"Oh, yes," replied Carley, eagerly. "Glenn wrote me there was a lodge where
+people went in nice weather--right down in the canyon not far from his
+place. Then, of course, the town--Flagstaff--isn't far. . . . Aunt Mary, I
+think I'll go."
+
+"I would. You're certainly wasting your time here."
+
+"But I could only go for a visit," rejoined Carley, thoughtfully. "A month,
+perhaps six weeks, if I could stand it."
+
+"Seems to me if you can stand New York you could stand that place," said
+Aunt Mary, dryly.
+
+"The idea of staying away from New York any length of time--why, I couldn't
+do it I . . . But I can stay out there long enough to bring Glenn back with
+me."
+
+"That may take you longer than you think," replied her aunt, with a gleam
+in her shrewd eyes. "If you want my advice you will surprise Glenn. Don't
+write him--don't give him a chance to--well to suggest courteously that
+you'd better not come just yet. I don't like his words 'just yet.'"
+
+"Auntie, you're--rather--more than blunt," said Carley, divided between
+resentment and amaze. "Glenn would be simply wild to have me come."
+
+"Maybe he would. Has he ever asked you?"
+
+"No-o--come to think of it, he hasn't," replied Carley, reluctantly. "Aunt
+Mary, you hurt my feelings."
+
+"Well, child, I'm glad to learn your feelings are hurt," returned the aunt.
+"I'm sure, Carley, that underneath all this--this blase ultra something
+you've acquired, there's a real heart. Only you must hurry and listen to
+it--or--"
+
+"Or what?" queried Carley.
+
+Aunt Mary shook her gray head sagely. "Never mind what. Carley, I'd like
+your idea of the most significant thing in Glenn's letter."
+
+"Why, his love for me, of course!" replied Carley.
+
+"Naturally you think that. But I don't. What struck me most were his words,
+'out of the West.' Carley, you'd do well to ponder over them."
+
+"I will," rejoined Carley, positively. "I'll do more. I'll go out to his
+wonderful West and see what he meant by them."
+
+Carley Burch possessed in full degree the prevailing modern craze for
+speed. She loved a motor-car ride at sixty miles an hour along a smooth,
+straight road, or, better, on the level seashore of Ormond, where on
+moonlight nights the white blanched sand seemed to flash toward her.
+Therefore quite to her taste was the Twentieth Century Limited which was
+hurtling her on the way to Chicago. The unceasingly smooth and even rush of
+the train satisfied something in her. An old lady sitting in an adjoining
+seat with a companion amused Carley by the remark: "I wish we didn't go so
+fast. People nowadays haven't time to draw a comfortable breath. Suppose we
+should run off the track!"
+
+Carley had no fear of express trains, or motor cars, or transatlantic
+liners; in fact, she prided herself in not being afraid of anything. But
+she wondered if this was not the false courage of association with a crowd.
+Before this enterprise at hand she could not remember anything she had
+undertaken alone. Her thrills seemed to be in abeyance to the end of her
+journey. That night her sleep was permeated with the steady low whirring of
+the wheels. Once, roused by a jerk, she lay awake in the darkness while the
+thought came to her that she and all her fellow passengers were really at
+the mercy of the engineer. Who was he, and did he stand at his throttle
+keen and vigilant, thinking of the lives intrusted to him? Such thoughts
+vaguely annoyed Carley, and she dismissed them.
+
+A long half-day wait in Chicago was a tedious preliminary to the second
+part of her journey. But at last she found herself aboard the California
+Limited, and went to bed with a relief quite a stranger to her. The glare
+of the sun under the curtain awakened her. Propped up on her pillows, she
+looked out at apparently endless green fields or pastures, dotted now and
+then with little farmhouses and tree-skirted villages. This country, she
+thought, must be the prairie land she remembered lay west of the
+Mississippi.
+
+Later, in the dining car, the steward smilingly answered her question:
+"This is Kansas, and those green fields out there are the wheat that feeds
+the nation."
+
+Carley was not impressed. The color of the short wheat appeared soft and
+rich, and the boundless fields stretched away monotonously. She had not
+known there was so much flat land in the world, and she imagined it might
+be a fine country for automobile roads. When she got back to her seat she
+drew the blinds down and read her magazines. Then tiring of that, she went
+back to the observation car. Carley was accustomed to attracting attention,
+and did not resent it, unless she was annoyed. The train evidently had a
+full complement of passengers, who, as far as Carley could see, were people
+not of her station in life. The glare from the many windows, and the rather
+crass interest of several men, drove her back to her own section. There she
+discovered that some one had drawn up her window shades. Carley promptly
+pulled them down and settled herself comfortably. Then she heard a woman
+speak, not particularly low: "I thought people traveled west to see the
+country." And a man replied, rather dryly. "Wal, not always." His companion
+went on: "If that girl was mine I'd let down her skirt." The man laughed
+and replied: "Martha, you're shore behind the times. Look at the pictures
+in the magazines."
+
+Such remarks amused Carley, and later she took advantage of an opportunity
+to notice her neighbors. They appeared a rather quaint old couple,
+reminding her of the natives of country towns in the Adirondacks. She was
+not amused, however, when another of her woman neighbors, speaking low,
+referred to her as a "lunger." Carley appreciated the fact that she was
+pale, but she assured herself that there ended any possible resemblance she
+might have to a consumptive. And she was somewhat pleased to hear this
+woman's male companion forcibly voice her own convictions. In fact, he was
+nothing if not admiring.
+
+Kansas was interminably long to Carley, and she went to sleep before riding
+out of it. Next morning she found herself looking out at the rough gray and
+black land of New Mexico. She searched the horizon for mountains, but there
+did not appear to be any. She received a vague, slow-dawning impression
+that was hard to define. She did not like the country, though that was not
+the impression which eluded her. Bare gray flats, low scrub-fringed hills,
+bleak cliffs, jumble after jumble of rocks, and occasionally a long vista
+down a valley, somehow compelling--these passed before her gaze until she
+tired of them. Where was the West Glenn had written about? One thing seemed
+sure, and it was that every mile of this crude country brought her nearer
+to him. This recurring thought gave Carley all the pleasure she had felt so
+far in this endless ride. It struck her that England or France could be
+dropped down into New Mexico and scarcely noticed.
+
+By and by the sun grew hot, the train wound slowly and creakingly upgrade,
+the car became full of dust, all of which was disagreeable to Carley. She
+dozed on her pillow for hours, until she was stirred by a passenger crying
+out, delightedly: "Look! Indians!"
+
+Carley looked, not without interest. As a child she had read about Indians,
+and memory returned images both colorful and romantic. From the car window
+she espied dusty flat barrens, low squat mud houses, and queer-looking
+little people, children naked or extremely ragged and dirty, women in loose
+garments with flares of red, and men in white man's garb, slovenly and
+motley. All these strange individuals stared apathetically as the train
+slowly passed.
+
+"Indians," muttered Carley, incredulously. "Well, if they are the noble red
+people, my illusions are dispelled." She did not look out of the window
+again, not even when the brakeman called out the remarkable name of
+Albuquerque.
+
+Next day Carley's languid attention quickened to the name of Arizona, and
+to the frowning red walls of rock, and to the vast rolling stretches of
+cedar-dotted land. Nevertheless, it affronted her. This was no country for
+people to live in, and so far as she could see it was indeed uninhabited.
+Her sensations were not, however, limited to sight. She became aware of
+unfamiliar disturbing little shocks or vibrations in her ear drums, and
+after that a disagreeable bleeding of the nose. The porter told her this
+was owing to the altitude. Thus, one thing and another kept Carley most of
+the time away from the window, so that she really saw very little of the
+country. From what she had seen she drew the conviction that she had not
+missed much. At sunset she deliberately gazed out to discover what an
+Arizona sunset was like just a pale yellow flare! She had seen better than
+that above the Palisades. Not until reaching Winslow did she realize how
+near she was to her journey's end and that she would arrive at Flagstaff
+after dark. She grew conscious of nervousness. Suppose Flagstaff were like
+these other queer little towns!
+
+Not only once, but several times before the train slowed down for her
+destination did Carley wish she had sent Glenn word to meet her. And when,
+presently, she found herself standing out in the dark, cold, windy night
+before a dim-lit railroad station she more than regretted her decision to
+surprise Glenn. But that was too late and she must make the best of her
+poor judgment.
+
+Men were passing to and fro on the platform, some of whom appeared to be
+very dark of skin and eye, and were probably Mexicans. At length an
+expressman approached Carley, soliciting patronage. He took her bags and,
+depositing them in a wagon, he pointed up the wide street: "One block up
+an' turn. Hotel Wetherford." Then he drove off. Carley followed, carrying
+her small satchel. A cold wind, driving the dust, stung her face as she
+crossed the street to a high sidewalk that extended along the block. There
+were lights in the stores and on the corners, yet she seemed impressed by a
+dark, cold, windy bigness. Many people, mostly men, were passing up and
+down, and there were motor cars everywhere. No one paid any attention to
+her. Gaining the corner of the block, she turned, and was relieved to see
+the hotel sign. As she entered the lobby a clicking of pool balls and the
+discordant rasp of a phonograph assailed her ears. The expressman set down
+her bags and left Carley standing there. The clerk or proprietor was
+talking from behind his desk to several men, and there were loungers in the
+lobby. The air was thick with tobacco smoke. No one paid any attention to
+Carley until at length she stepped up to the desk and interrupted the
+conversation there.
+
+"Is this a hotel?" she queried, brusquely.
+
+The shirt-sleeved individual leisurely turned and replied, "Yes, ma'am."
+
+And Carley said: "No one would recognize it by the courtesy shown. I have
+been standing here waiting to register."
+
+With the same leisurely case and a cool, laconic stare the clerk turned the
+book toward her. "Reckon people round here ask for what they want."
+
+Carley made no further comment. She assuredly recognized that what she had
+been accustomed to could not be expected out here. What she most wished to
+do at the moment was to get close to the big open grate where a cheery red-
+and-gold fire cracked. It was necessary, however, to follow the clerk. He
+assigned her to a small drab room which contained a bed, a bureau, and a
+stationary washstand with one spigot. There was also a chair. While Carley
+removed her coat and hat the clerk went downstairs for the rest of her
+luggage. Upon his return Carley learned that a stage left the hotel for Oak
+Creek Canyon at nine o'clock next morning. And this cheered her so much
+that she faced the strange sense of loneliness and discomfort with
+something of fortitude. There was no heat in the room, and no hot water.
+When Carley squeezed the spigot handle there burst forth a torrent of water
+that spouted up out of the washbasin to deluge her. It was colder than any
+ice water she had ever felt. It was piercingly cold. Hard upon the surprise
+and shock Carley suffered a flash of temper. But then the humor of it
+struck her and she had to laugh.
+
+"Serves you right--you spoiled doll of luxury!" she mocked. "This is out
+West. Shiver and wait on yourself!"
+
+Never before had she undressed so swiftly nor felt grateful for thick
+woollen blankets on a hard bed. Gradually she grew warm. The blackness,
+too, seemed rather comforting.
+
+"I'm only twenty miles from Glenn," she whispered. "How strange! I wonder
+will he be glad." She felt a sweet, glowing assurance of that. Sleep did
+not come readily. Excitement had laid hold of her nerves, and for a long
+time she lay awake. After a while the chug of motor cars, the click of pool
+balls, the murmur of low voices all ceased. Then she heard a sound of wind
+outside, an intermittent, low moaning, new to her ears, and somehow
+pleasant. Another sound greeted her--the musical clanging of a clock that
+struck the quarters of the hour. Some time late sleep claimed her.
+
+Upon awakening she found she had overslept, necessitating haste upon her
+part. As to that, the temperature of the room did not admit of leisurely
+dressing. She had no adequate name for the feeling of the water. And her
+fingers grew so numb that she made what she considered a disgraceful matter
+of her attire.
+
+Downstairs in the lobby another cheerful red fire burned in the grate. How
+perfectly satisfying was an open fireplace! She thrust her numb hands
+almost into the blaze, and simply shook with the tingling pain that slowly
+warmed out of them. The lobby was deserted. A sign directed her to a dining
+room in the basement, where of the ham and eggs and strong coffee she
+managed to partake a little. Then she went upstairs into the lobby and out
+into the street.
+
+A cold, piercing air seemed to blow right through her. Walking to the near
+corner, she paused to look around. Down the main street flowed a leisurely
+stream of pedestrians, horses, cars, extending between two blocks of low
+buildings. Across from where she stood lay a vacant lot, beyond which began
+a line of neat, oddly constructed houses, evidently residences of the town.
+And then lifting her gaze, instinctively drawn by something obstructing the
+sky line, she was suddenly struck with surprise and delight.
+
+"Oh! how perfectly splendid!" she burst out.
+
+Two magnificent mountains loomed right over her, sloping up with majestic
+sweep of green and black timber, to a ragged tree-fringed snow area that
+swept up cleaner and whiter, at last to lift pure glistening peaks, noble
+and sharp, and sunrise-flushed against the blue.
+
+Carley had climbed Mont Blanc and she had seen the Matterhorn, but they had
+never struck such amaze and admiration from her as these twin peaks of her
+native land.
+
+"What mountains are those?" she asked a passer-by.
+
+"San Francisco Peaks, ma'am," replied the man.
+
+"Why, they can't be over a mile away!" she said.
+
+"Eighteen miles, ma'am," he returned, with a grin. "Shore this Arizonie air
+is deceivin'."
+
+"How strange," murmured Carley. "It's not that way in the Adirondacks."
+
+She was still gazing upward when a man approached her and said the stage
+for Oak Creek Canyon would soon be ready to start, and he wanted to know if
+her baggage was ready. Carley hurried back to her room to pack.
+
+She had expected the stage would be a motor bus, or at least a large
+touring car, but it turned out to be a two-seated vehicle drawn by a team
+of ragged horses. The driver was a little wizen-faced man of doubtful
+years, and he did not appear obviously susceptible to the importance of
+his passenger. There was considerable freight to be hauled, besides
+Carley's luggage, but evidently she was the only passenger.
+
+"Reckon it's goin' to be a bad day," said the driver. "These April days
+high up on the desert are windy an' cold. Mebbe it'll snow, too. Them
+clouds hangin' around the peaks ain't very promisin'. Now, miss, haven't
+you a heavier coat or somethin'?"
+
+"No, I have not," replied Carley. "I'll have to stand it. Did you say this
+was desert?"
+
+"I shore did. Wal, there's a hoss blanket under the seat, an' you can have
+that," he replied, and, climbing to the seat in front of Carley, he took up
+the reins and started the horses off at a trot.
+
+At the first turning Carley became specifically acquainted with the
+driver's meaning of a bad day. A gust of wind, raw and penetrating, laden
+with dust and stinging sand, swept full in her face. It came so suddenly
+that she was scarcely quick enough to close her eyes. It took considerable
+clumsy effort on her part with a handkerchief, aided by relieving tears, to
+clear her sight again. Thus uncomfortably Carley found herself launched on
+the last lap of her journey.
+
+All before her and alongside lay the squalid environs of the town. Looked
+back at, with the peaks rising behind, it was not unpicturesque. But the
+hard road with its sheets of flying dust, the bleak railroad yards, the
+round pens she took for cattle corrals, and the sordid debris littering the
+approach to a huge sawmill,--these were offensive in Carley's sight. From a
+tall dome-like stack rose a yellowish smoke that spread overhead, adding to
+the lowering aspect of the sky. Beyond the sawmill extended the open
+country sloping somewhat roughly, and evidently once a forest, but now a
+hideous bare slash, with ghastly burned stems of trees still standing, and
+myriads of stumps attesting to denudation.
+
+The bleak road wound away to the southwest, and from this direction came
+the gusty wind. It did not blow regularly so that Carley could be on her
+guard. It lulled now and then, permitting her to look about, and then
+suddenly again whipping dust into her face. The smell of the dust was as
+unpleasant as the sting. It made her nostrils smart. It was penetrating,
+and a little more of it would have been suffocating. And as a leaden gray
+bank of broken clouds rolled up the wind grew stronger and the air colder.
+Chilled before, Carley now became thoroughly cold.
+
+There appeared to be no end to the devastated forest land, and the farther
+she rode the more barren and sordid grew the landscape. Carley forgot about
+the impressive mountains behind her. And as the ride wore into hours, such
+was her discomfort and disillusion that she forgot about Glenn Kilbourne.
+She did not reach the point of regretting her adventure, but she grew
+mightily unhappy. Now and then she espied dilapidated log cabins and
+surroundings even more squalid than the ruined forest. What wretched
+abodes! Could it be possible that people had lived in them? She imagined
+men had but hardly women and children. Somewhere she had forgotten an idea
+that women and children were extremely scarce in the West.
+
+Straggling bits of forest--yellow pines, the driver called the trees--began
+to encroach upon the burned-over and arid barren land. To Carley these
+groves, by reason of contrast and proof of what once was, only rendered the
+landscape more forlorn and dreary. Why had these miles and miles of forest
+been cut? By money grubbers, she supposed, the same as were devastating the
+Adirondacks. Presently, when the driver had to halt to repair or adjust
+something wrong with the harness, Carley was grateful for a respite from
+cold inaction. She got out and walked. Sleet began to fall, and when she
+resumed her seat in the vehicle she asked the driver for the blanket to
+cover her. The smell of this horse blanket was less endurable than the
+cold. Carley huddled down into a state of apathetic misery. Already she had
+enough of the West.
+
+But the sleet storm passed, the clouds broke, the sun shone through,
+greatly mitigating her discomfort. By and by the road led into a section of
+real forest, unspoiled in any degree. Carley saw large gray squirrels with
+tufted ears and white bushy tails. Presently the driver pointed out a flock
+of huge birds, which Carley, on second glance, recognized as turkeys, only
+these were sleek and glossy, with flecks of bronze and black and white,
+quite different from turkeys back East. "There must be a farm near," said
+Carley, gazing about.
+
+"No, ma'am. Them's wild turkeys," replied the driver, "an' shore the best
+eatin' you ever had in your life."
+
+A little while afterwards, as they were emerging from the woodland into
+more denuded country, he pointed out to Carley a herd of gray white-rumped
+animals that she took to be sheep.
+
+"An' them's antelope," he said. "Once this desert was overrun by antelope.
+Then they nearly disappeared. An' now they're increasin' again."
+
+More barren country, more bad weather, and especially an exceedingly rough
+road reduced Carley to her former state of dejection. The jolting over
+roots and rocks and ruts was worse than uncomfortable. She had to hold on
+to the seat to keep from being thrown out. The horses did not appreciably
+change their gait for rough sections of the road. Then a more severe jolt
+brought Carley's knee in violent contact with an iron bolt on the forward
+seat, and it hurt her so acutely that she had to bite her lips to keep from
+screaming. A smoother stretch of road did not come any too soon for her.
+
+It led into forest again. And Carley soon became aware that they had at
+last left the cut and burned-over district of timberland behind. A cold
+wind moaned through the treetops and set the drops of water pattering down
+upon her. It lashed her wet face. Carley closed her eyes and sagged in her
+seat, mostly oblivious to the passing scenery. "The girls will never
+believe this of me," she soliloquized. And indeed she was amazed at
+herself. Then thought of Glenn strengthened her. It did not really matter
+what she suffered on the way to him. Only she was disgusted at her lack of
+stamina, and her appalling sensitiveness to discomfort.
+
+"Wal, hyar's Oak Creek Canyon," called the driver.
+
+Carley, rousing out of her weary preoccupation, opened her eyes to see that
+the driver had halted at a turn of the road, where apparently it descended
+a fearful declivity.
+
+The very forest-fringed earth seemed to have opened into a deep abyss,
+ribbed by red rock walls and choked by steep mats of green timber. The
+chasm was a V-shaped split and so deep that looking downward sent at once a
+chill and a shudder over Carley. At that point it appeared narrow and ended
+in a box. In the other direction, it widened and deepened, and stretched
+farther on between tremendous walls of red, and split its winding floor of
+green with glimpses of a gleaming creek, bowlder-strewn and ridged by white
+rapids. A low mellow roar of rushing waters floated up to Carley's ears.
+What a wild, lonely, terrible place! Could Glenn possibly live down there
+in that ragged rent in the earth? It frightened her--the sheer sudden
+plunge of it from the heights. Far down the gorge a purple light shone on
+the forested floor. And on the moment the sun burst through the clouds and
+sent a golden blaze down into the depths, transforming them incalculably.
+The great cliffs turned gold, the creek changed to glancing silver, the
+green of trees vividly freshened, and in the clefts rays of sunlight burned
+into the blue shadows. Carley had never gazed upon a scene like this.
+Hostile and prejudiced, she yet felt wrung from her an acknowledgment of
+beauty and grandeur. But wild, violent, savage! Not livable! This insulated
+rift in the crust of the earth was a gigantic burrow for beasts, perhaps
+for outlawed men--not for a civilized person--not for Glenn Kilbourne.
+
+"Don't be scart, ma'am," spoke up the driver. "It's safe if you're careful.
+An' I've druv this manys the time."
+
+Carley's heartbeats thumped at her side, rather denying her taunted
+assurance of fearlessness. Then the rickety vehicle started down at an
+angle that forced her to cling to her seat.
+
+
+CHAPTER II
+
+Carley, clutching her support, with abated breath and prickling skin, gazed in
+fascinated suspense over the rim of the gorge. Sometimes the wheels on
+that side of the vehicle passed within a few inches of the edge. The brakes
+squeaked, the wheels slid; and she could hear the scrape of the iron-shod
+hoofs of the horses as they held back stiff legged, obedient to the wary
+call of the driver.
+
+The first hundred yards of that steep road cut out of the cliff appeared to
+be the worst. It began to widen, with descents less precipitous. Tips of
+trees rose level with her gaze, obstructing sight of the blue depths. Then
+brush appeared on each side of the road. Gradually Carley's strain relaxed,
+and also the muscular contraction by which she had braced herself in the
+seat. The horses began to trot again. The wheels rattled. The road wound
+around abrupt corners, and soon the green and red wall of the opposite side
+of the canyon loomed close. Low roar of running water rose to Carley's
+ears. When at length she looked out instead of down she could see nothing
+but a mass of green foliage crossed by tree trunks and branches of brown
+and gray. Then the vehicle bowled under dark cool shade, into a tunnel with
+mossy wet cliff on one side, and close-standing trees on the other.
+
+"Reckon we're all right now, onless we meet somebody comin' up," declared
+the driver.
+
+Carley relaxed. She drew a deep breath of relief. She had her first faint
+intimation that perhaps her extensive experience of motor cars, express
+trains, transatlantic liners, and even a little of airplanes, did not range
+over the whole of adventurous life. She was likely to meet something,
+entirely new and striking out here in the West.
+
+The murmur of falling water sounded closer. Presently Carley saw that the
+road turned at the notch in the canyon, and crossed a clear swift stream.
+Here were huge mossy boulders, and red walls covered by lichens, and the
+air appeared dim and moist, and full of mellow, hollow roar. Beyond this
+crossing the road descended the west side of the canyon, drawing away and
+higher from the creek. Huge trees, the like of which Carley had never seen,
+began to stand majestically up out of the gorge, dwarfing the maples and
+white-spotted sycamores. The driver called these great trees yellow pines.
+
+At last the road led down from the steep slope to the floor of the canyon.
+What from far above had appeared only a green timber-choked cleft proved
+from close relation to be a wide winding valley, tip and down, densely
+forested for the most part, yet having open glades and bisected from wall
+to wall by the creek. Every quarter of a mile or so the road crossed the
+stream; and at these fords Carley again held on desperately and gazed out
+dubiously, for the creek was deep, swift, and full of bowlders. Neither
+driver nor horses appeared to mind obstacles. Carley was splashed and
+jolted not inconsiderably. They passed through groves of oak trees, from
+which the creek manifestly derived its name; and under gleaming walls,
+cold, wet, gloomy, and silent; and between lines of solemn wide-spreading
+pines. Carley saw deep, still green pools eddying under huge massed jumble
+of cliffs, and stretches of white water, and then, high above the treetops,
+a wild line of canyon rim, cold against the sky. She felt shut in from the
+world, lost in an unscalable rut of the earth. Again the sunlight had
+failed, and the gray gloom of the canyon oppressed her. It struck Carley as
+singular that she could not help being affected by mere weather, mere
+heights and depths, mere rock walls and pine trees, and rushing water. For
+really, what had these to do with her? These were only physical things that
+she was passing. Nevertheless, although she resisted sensation, she was
+more and more shot through and through with the wildness and savageness of
+this canyon.
+
+A sharp turn of the road to the right disclosed a slope down the creek,
+across which showed orchards and fields, and a cottage nestling at the base
+of the wall. The ford at this crossing gave Carley more concern than any
+that had been passed, for there was greater volume and depth of water. One
+of the horses slipped on the rocks, plunged up and on with great splash.
+They crossed, however, without more mishap to Carley than further
+acquaintance with this iciest of waters. From this point the driver turned
+back along the creek, passed between orchards and fields, and drove along
+the base of the red wall to come suddenly upon a large rustic house that
+had been hidden from Carley's sight. It sat almost against the stone cliff,
+from which poured a white foamy sheet of water. The house was built of
+slabs with the bark on, and it had a lower and upper porch running all
+around, at least as far as the cliff. Green growths from the rock wall
+overhung the upper porch. A column of blue smoke curled lazily upward from
+a stone chimney. On one of the porch posts hung a sign with rude lettering:
+"Lolomi Lodge."
+
+"Hey, Josh, did you fetch the flour?" called a woman's voice from inside.
+
+"Hullo I Reckon I didn't forgit nothin'," replied the man, as he got down.
+"An' say, Mrs. Hutter, hyar's a young lady from Noo Yorrk."
+
+That latter speech of the driver's brought Mrs. Hutter out on the porch.
+"Flo, come here," she called to some one evidently near at hand. And then
+she smilingly greeted Carley.
+
+"Get down an' come in, miss," she said. "I'm sure glad to see you."
+
+Carley, being stiff and cold, did not very gracefully disengage herself
+from the high muddy wheel and step. When she mounted to the porch she saw
+that Mrs. Hutter was a woman of middle age, rather stout, with strong face
+full of fine wavy lines, and kind dark eyes.
+
+"I'm Miss Burch," said Carley.
+
+"You're the girl whose picture Glenn Kilbourne has over his fireplace,"
+declared the woman, heartily. "I'm sure glad to meet you, an' my daughter
+Flo will be, too."
+
+That about her picture pleased and warmed Carley. "Yes, I'm Glenn
+Kilbourne's fiancee. I've come West to surprise him. Is he here. . . . Is--
+is he well?"
+
+"Fine. I saw him yesterday. He's changed a great deal from what he was at
+first. Most all the last few months. I reckon you won't know him. . . . But
+you're wet an' cold an' you look fagged. Come right in to the fire."
+
+"Thank you; I'm all right," returned Carley.
+
+At the doorway they encountered a girl of lithe and robust figure, quick in
+her movements. Carley was swift to see the youth and grace of her; and then
+a face that struck Carley as neither pretty nor beautiful, but still
+wonderfully attractive.
+
+"Flo, here's Miss Burch," burst out Mrs. Hutter, with cheerful importance.
+"Glenn Kilbourne's girl come all the way from New York to surprise him!"
+
+"Oh, Carley, I'm shore happy to meet you!" said the girl, in a voice of
+slow drawling richness. "I know you. Glenn has told me all about you."
+
+If this greeting, sweet and warm as it seemed, was a shock to Carley, she
+gave no sign. But as she murmured something in reply she looked with all a
+woman's keenness into the face before her. Flo Hutter had a fair skin
+generously freckled; a mouth and chin too firmly cut to suggest a softer
+feminine beauty; and eyes of clear light hazel, penetrating, frank,
+fearless. Her hair was very abundant, almost silver-gold in color, and it
+was either rebellious or showed lack of care. Carley liked the girl's looks
+and liked the sincerity of her greeting; but instinctively she reacted
+antagonistically because of the frank suggestion of intimacy with Glenn.
+
+But for that she would have been spontaneous and friendly rather than
+restrained.
+
+They ushered Carley into a big living room and up to a fire of blazing
+logs, where they helped divest her of the wet wraps. And all the time they
+talked in the solicitous way natural to women who were kind and unused to
+many visitors. Then Mrs. Hutter bustled off to make a cup of hot coffee
+while Flo talked.
+
+"We'll shore give you the nicest room--with a sleeping porch right under the
+cliff where the water falls. It'll sing you to sleep. Of course you needn't
+use the bed outdoors until it's warmer. Spring is late here, you know, and
+we'll have nasty weather yet. You really happened on Oak Creek at its least
+attractive season. But then it's always--well, just Oak Creek. You'll come
+to know."
+
+"I dare say I'll remember my first sight of it and the ride down that cliff
+road," said Carley, with a wan smile.
+
+"Oh, that's nothing to what you'll see and do," returned Flo, knowingly.
+"We've had Eastern tenderfeet here before. And never was there a one of
+them who didn't come to love Arizona."
+
+"Tenderfoot! It hadn't occurred to me. But of course--" murmured Carley.
+
+Then Mrs. Hutter returned, carrying a tray, which she set upon a chair, and
+drew to Carley's side. "Eat an' drink," she said, as if these actions were
+the cardinally important ones of life. "Flo, you carry her bags up to that
+west room we always give to some particular person we want to love Lolomi."
+Next she threw sticks of wood upon the fire, making it crackle and blaze,
+then seated herself near Carley and beamed upon her.
+
+"You'll not mind if we call you Carley?" she asked, eagerly.
+
+"Oh, indeed no! I--I'd like it," returned Carley, made to feel friendly and
+at home in spite of herself.
+
+"You see it's not as if you were just a stranger," went on Mrs. Hutter.
+"Tom--that's Flo's father--took a likin' to Glenn Kilbourne when he first
+came to Oak Creek over a year ago. I wonder if you all know how sick that
+soldier boy was. . . . Well, he lay on his back for two solid weeks--in the
+room we're givin' you. An' I for one didn't think he'd ever get up. But he
+did. An' he got better. An' after a while he went to work for Tom. Then six
+months an' more ago he invested in the sheep business with Tom. He lived
+with us until he built his cabin up West Fork. He an' Flo have run together
+a good deal, an' naturally he told her about you. So you see you're not a
+stranger. An' we want you to feel you're with friends."
+
+"I thank you, Mrs. Hutter," replied Carley, feelingly. "I never could thank
+you enough for being good to Glenn. I did not know he was so--so sick. At
+first he wrote but seldom."
+
+"Reckon he never wrote you or told you what he did in the war," declared
+Mrs. Hutter.
+
+"Indeed he never did!"
+
+"Well, I'll tell you some day. For Tom found out all about him. Got some of
+it from a soldier who came to Flagstaff for lung trouble. He'd been in the
+same company with Glenn. We didn't know this boy's name while he was in
+Flagstaff. But later Tom found out. John Henderson. He was only twenty-two,
+a fine lad. An' he died in Phoenix. We tried to get him out here. But the
+boy wouldn't live on charity. He was always expectin' money--a war bonus,
+whatever that was. It didn't come. He was a clerk at the El Tovar for a
+while. Then he came to Flagstaff. But it was too cold an' he stayed there
+too long."
+
+"Too bad," rejoined Carley, thoughtfully. This information as to the
+suffering of American soldiers had augmented during the last few months,
+and seemed to possess strange, poignant power to depress Carley. Always she
+had turned away from the unpleasant. And the misery of unfortunates was as
+disturbing almost as direct contact with disease and squalor. But it had
+begun to dawn upon Carley that there might occur circumstances of life, in
+every way affronting her comfort and happiness, which it would be impossible
+to turn her back upon.
+
+At this juncture Flo returned to the room, and again Carley was struck with
+the girl's singular freedom of movement and the sense of sure poise and joy
+that seemed to emanate from her presence.
+
+"I've made a fire in your little stove," she said. "There's water heating.
+Now won't you come up and change those traveling clothes. You'll want to
+fix up for Glenn, won't you?"
+
+Carley had to smile at that. This girl indeed was frank and unsophisticated,
+and somehow refreshing. Carley rose.
+
+"You are both very good to receive me as a friend," she said. "I hope I
+shall not disappoint you. . . . Yes, I do want to improve my appearance
+before Glenn sees me. . . . Is there any way I can send word to him--by
+someone who has not seen me?"
+
+"There shore is. I'll send Charley, one of our hired boys."
+
+"Thank you. Then tell him to say there is a lady here from New York to see
+him, and it is very important."
+
+Flo Hutter clapped her hands and laughed with glee. Her gladness gave
+Carley a little twinge of conscience. Jealously was an unjust and stifling
+thing.
+
+Carley was conducted up a broad stairway and along a boarded hallway to a
+room that opened out on the porch. A steady low murmur of falling water
+assailed her ears. Through the open door she saw across the porch to a
+white tumbling lacy veil of water falling, leaping, changing, so close that
+it seemed to touch the heavy pole railing of the porch.
+
+This room resembled a tent. The sides were of canvas. It had no ceiling.
+But the roughhewn shingles of the roof of the house sloped down closely.
+The furniture was home made. An Indian rug covered the floor. The bed with
+its woolly clean blankets and the white pillows looked inviting.
+
+"Is this where Glenn lay--when he was sick?" queried Carley.
+
+"Yes," replied Flo, gravely, and a shadow darkened her eyes. "I ought to
+tell you all about it. I will some day. But you must not be made unhappy
+now. . . . Glenn nearly died here. Mother or I never left his side--for a
+while there--when life was so bad."
+
+She showed Carley how to open the little stove and put the short billets of
+wood inside and work the damper; and cautioning her to keep an eye on it so
+that it would not get too hot, she left Carley to herself.
+
+Carley found herself in an unfamiliar mood. There came a leap of her heart
+every time she thought of the meeting with Glenn, so soon now to be, but it
+was not that which was unfamiliar. She seemed to have a difficult approach
+to undefined and unusual thoughts. All this was so different from her regular
+life. Besides she was tired. But these explanations did not suffice. There
+was a pang in her breast which must owe its origin to the fact that Glenn
+Kilbourne had been ill in this little room and some other girl than Carley
+Burch had nursed him. "Am I jealous?" she whispered. "No!" But she knew in
+her heart that she lied. A woman could no more help being jealous, under
+such circumstances, than she could help the beat and throb of her blood.
+Nevertheless, Carley was glad Flo Hutter had been there, and always she
+would be grateful to her for that kindness.
+
+Carley disrobed and, donning her dressing gown, she unpacked her bags and
+hung her things upon pegs under the curtained shelves. Then she lay down to
+rest, with no intention of slumber. But there was a strange magic in the
+fragrance of the room, like the piny tang outdoors, and in the feel of the
+bed, and especially in the low, dreamy hum and murmur of the waterfall. She
+fell asleep. When she awakened it was five o'clock. The fire in the stove
+was out, but the water was still warm. She bathed and dressed, not without
+care, yet as swiftly as was her habit at home; and she wore white because
+Glenn had always liked her best in white. But it was assuredly not a gown
+to wear in a country house where draughts of cold air filled the unheated
+rooms and halls. So she threw round her a warm sweater-shawl, with colorful
+bars becoming to her dark eyes and hair.
+
+All the time that she dressed and thought, her very being seemed to be
+permeated by that soft murmuring sound of falling water. No moment of
+waking life there at Lolomi Lodge, or perhaps of slumber hours, could be
+wholly free of that sound. It vaguely tormented Carley, yet was not
+uncomfortable. She went out upon the porch. The small alcove space held a
+bed and a rustic chair. Above her the peeled poles of the roof descended to
+within a few feet of her head. She had to lean over the rail of the porch
+to look up. The green and red rock wall sheered ponderously near. The
+waterfall showed first at the notch of a fissure, where the cliff split;
+and down over smooth places the water gleamed, to narrow in a crack with
+little drops, and suddenly to leap into a thin white sheet.
+
+Out from the porch the view was restricted to glimpses between the pines,
+and beyond to the opposite wall of the canyon. How shut-in, how walled in
+this home!
+
+"In summer it might be good to spend a couple of weeks here," soliloquized
+Carley. "But to live here? Heavens! A person might as well be buried."
+
+Heavy footsteps upon the porch below accompanied by a man's voice quickened
+Carley's pulse. Did they belong to Glenn? After a strained second she
+decided not. Nevertheless, the acceleration of her blood and an unwonted
+glow of excitement, long a stranger to her, persisted as she left the porch
+and entered the boarded hall. How gray and barn-like this upper part of the
+house! From the head of the stairway, however, the big living room
+presented a cheerful contrast. There were warm colors, some comfortable
+rockers, a lamp that shed a bright light, and an open fire which alone
+would have dispelled the raw gloom of the day.
+
+A large man in corduroys and top boots advanced to meet Carley. He had a
+clean-shaven face that might have been hard and stern but for his smile,
+and one look into his eyes revealed their resemblance to Flo's.
+
+"I'm Tom Hutter, an' I'm shore glad to welcome you to Lolomi, Miss Carley,"
+he said. His voice was deep and slow. There were ease and force in his
+presence, and the grip he gave Carley's hand was that of a man who made no
+distinction in hand-shaking. Carley, quick in her perceptions, instantly
+liked him and sensed in him a strong personality. She greeted him in turn
+and expressed her thanks for his goodness to Glenn. Naturally Carley
+expected him to say something about her fiance, but he did not.
+
+"Well, Miss Carley, if you don't mind, I'll say you're prettier than your
+picture," said Hutter. "An' that is shore sayin' a lot. All the sheep
+herders in the country have taken a peep at your picture. Without
+permission, you understand."
+
+"I'm greatly flattered," laughed Carley.
+
+"We're glad you've come," replied Hutter, simply. "I just got back from the
+East myself. Chicago an' Kansas City. I came to Arizona from Illinois over
+thirty years ago. An' this was my first trip since. Reckon I've not got
+back my breath yet. Times have changed, Miss Carley. Times an' people!"
+
+Mrs. Hutter bustled in from the kitchen, where manifestly she had been
+importantly engaged. "For the land's sakes!" she exclaimed, fervently, as
+she threw up her hands at sight of Carley. Her expression was indeed a
+compliment, but there was a suggestion of shock in it. Then Flo came in.
+She wore a simple gray gown that reached the top of her high shoes.
+
+"Carley, don't mind mother," said Flo. "She means your dress is lovely.
+Which is my say, too. . . . But, listen. I just saw Glenn comin' up the
+road."
+
+Carley ran to the open door with more haste than dignity. She saw a tall
+man striding along. Something about him appeared familiar. It was his
+walk--an erect swift carriage, with a swing of the march still visible. She
+recognized Glenn. And all within her seemed to become unstable. She watched
+him cross the road, face the house. How changed! No--this was not Glenn
+Kilbourne. This was a bronzed man, wide of shoulder, roughly garbed, heavy
+limbed, quite different from the Glenn she remembered. He mounted the porch
+steps. And Carley, still unseen herself, saw his face. Yes--Glenn! Hot
+blood seemed to be tingling liberated in her veins. Wheeling away, she
+backed against the wall behind the door and held up a warning finger to
+Flo, who stood nearest. Strange and disturbing then, to see something in
+Flo Hutter's eyes that could be read by a woman in only one way!
+
+A tall form darkened the doorway. It strode in and halted.
+
+"Flo!--who--where?" he began, breathlessly.
+
+His voice, so well remembered, yet deeper, huskier, fell upon Carley's ears
+as something unconsciously longed for. His frame had so filled out that she
+did not recognize it. His face, too, had unbelievably changed--not in the
+regularity of feature that had been its chief charm, but in contour of
+cheek and vanishing of pallid hue and tragic line. Carley's heart swelled
+with joy. Beyond all else she had hoped to see the sad fixed hopelessness,
+the havoc, gone from his face. Therefore the restraint and nonchalance upon
+which Carley prided herself sustained eclipse.
+
+"Glenn! Look--who's--here!" she called, in voice she could not have
+steadied to save her life. This meeting was more than she had anticipated.
+
+Glenn whirled with an inarticulate cry. He saw Carley. Then--no matter how
+unreasonable or exacting had been Carley's longings, they were satisfied.
+
+"You!" he cried, and leaped at her with radiant face.
+
+Carley not only did not care about the spectators of this meeting, but
+forgot them utterly. More than the joy of seeing Glenn, more than the all-
+satisfying assurance to her woman's heart that she was still beloved,
+welled up a deep, strange, profound something that shook her to her depths.
+It was beyond selfishness. It was gratitude to God and to the West that had
+restored him.
+
+"Carley! I couldn't believe it was you," he declared, releasing her from
+his close embrace, yet still holding her.
+
+"Yes, Glenn--it's I--all you've left of me," she replied, tremulously, and
+she sought with unsteady hands to put up her dishevelled hair. "You--you big
+sheep herder! You Goliath!"
+
+"I never was so knocked off my pins," he said. "A lady to see me--from New
+York! . . . Of course it had to be you. But I couldn't believe. Carley, you
+were good to come."
+
+Somehow the soft, warm look of his dark eyes hurt her. New and strange
+indeed it was to her, as were other things about him. Why had she not come
+West sooner? She disengaged herself from his hold and moved away, striving
+for the composure habitual with her. Flo Hutter was standing before the
+fire, looking down. Mrs. Hutter beamed upon Carley.
+
+"Now let's have supper," she said.
+
+"Reckon Miss Carley can't eat now, after that hug Glenn gave her," drawled
+Tom Hutter. "I was some worried. You see Glenn has gained seventy pounds in
+six months. An' he doesn't know his strength."
+
+"Seventy pounds!" exclaimed Carley, gayly. "I thought it was more."
+
+"Carley, you must excuse my violence," said Glenn. "I've been hugging
+sheep. That is, when I shear a sheep I have to hold him."
+
+They all laughed, and so the moment of readjustment passed. Presently
+Carley found herself sitting at table, directly across from Flo. A pearly
+whiteness was slowly warming out of the girl's face. Her frank clear eyes
+met Carley's and they had nothing to hide. Carley's first requisite for
+character in a woman was that she be a thoroughbred. She lacked it often
+enough herself to admire it greatly in another woman. And that moment saw a
+birth of respect and sincere liking in her for this Western girl. If Flo
+Hutter ever was a rival she would be an honest one.
+
+Not long after supper Tom Hutter winked at Carley and said he "reckoned on
+general principles it was his hunch to go to bed." Mrs. Hutter suddenly
+discovered tasks to perform elsewhere. And Flo said in her cool sweet
+drawl, somehow audacious and tantalizing, "Shore you two will want to
+spoon."
+
+"Now, Flo, Eastern girls are no longer old-fashioned enough for that,"
+declared Glenn.
+
+"Too bad! Reckon I can't see how love could ever be old-fashioned. Good
+night, Glenn. Good night, Carley."
+
+Flo stood an instant at the foot of the dark stairway where the light from
+the lamp fell upon her face. It seemed sweet and earnest to Carley. It
+expressed unconscious longing, but no envy. Then she ran up the stairs to
+disappear.
+
+"Glenn, is that girl in love with you?" asked Carley, bluntly.
+
+To her amaze, Glenn laughed. When had she heard him laugh? It thrilled her,
+yet nettled her a little.
+
+"If that isn't like you!" he ejaculated. "Your very first words after we
+are left alone! It brings back the East, Carley."
+
+"Probably recall to memory will be good for you," returned Carley. "But
+tell me. Is she in love with you?"
+
+"Why, no, certainly not!" replied Glenn. "Anyway, how could I answer such a
+question? It just made me laugh, that's all."
+
+"Humph! I can remember when you were not above making love to a pretty
+girl. You certainly had me worn to a frazzle--before we became engaged,"
+said Carley.
+
+"Old times! How long ago they seem! . . . Carley, it's sure wonderful to
+see you."
+
+"How do you like my gown?" asked Carley, pirouetting for his benefit.
+
+"Well, what little there is of it is beautiful," he replied, with a slow
+smile. "I always liked you best in white. Did you remember?"
+
+"Yes. I got the gown for you. And I'll never wear it except for you."
+
+"Same old coquette--same old eternal feminine," he said, half sadly. "You
+know when you look stunning. . . . But, Carley, the cut of that--or rather
+the abbreviation of it--inclines me to think that style for women's clothes
+has not changed for the better. In fact, it's worse than two years ago in
+Paris and later in New York. Where will you women draw the line?"
+
+"Women are slaves to the prevailing mode," rejoined Carley. "I don't
+imagine women who dress would ever draw a line, if fashion went on
+dictating."
+
+"But would they care so much--if they had to work--plenty of work--and
+children?" inquired Glenn, wistfully.
+
+"Glenn! Work and children for modern women? Why, you are dreaming!" said
+Carley, with a laugh.
+
+She saw him gaze thoughtfully into the glowing embers of the fire, and as
+she watched him her quick intuition grasped a subtle change in his mood. It
+brought a sternness to his face. She could hardly realize she was looking
+at the Glenn Kilbourne of old.
+
+"Come close to the fire," he said, and pulled up a chair for her. Then he
+threw more wood upon the red coals. "You must be careful not to catch cold
+out here. The altitude makes a cold dangerous. And that gown is no
+protection."
+
+"Glenn, one chair used to be enough for us," she said, archly, standing
+beside him.
+
+But he did not respond to her hint, and, a little affronted, she accepted
+the proffered chair. Then he began to ask questions rapidly. He was eager
+for news from home--from his people--from old friends. However he did not
+inquire of Carley about her friends. She talked unremittingly for an hour,
+before she satisfied his hunger. But when her turn came to ask questions
+she found him reticent.
+
+He had fallen upon rather hard days at first out here in the West; then his
+health had begun to improve; and as soon as he was able to work his
+condition rapidly changed for the better; and now he was getting along
+pretty well. Carley felt hurt at his apparent disinclination to confide in
+her. The strong cast of his face, as if it had been chiseled in bronze; the
+stern set of his lips and the jaw that protruded lean and square cut; the
+quiet masked light of his eyes; the coarse roughness of his brown hands,
+mute evidence of strenuous labors--these all gave a different impression
+from his brief remarks about himself. Lastly there was a little gray in the
+light-brown hair over his temples. Glenn was only twenty-seven, yet he
+looked ten years older. Studying him so, with the memory of earlier years
+in her mind, she was forced to admit that she liked him infinitely more as
+he was now. He seemed proven. Something had made him a man. Had it been
+his love for her, or the army service, or the war in France, or the
+struggle for life and health afterwards? Or had it been this rugged,
+uncouth West? Carley felt insidious jealousy of this last possibility. She
+feared this West. She was going to hate it. She had womanly intuition
+enough to see in Flo Hutter a girl somehow to be reckoned with. Still,
+Carley would not acknowledge to herself that his simple, unsophisticated
+Western girl could possibly be a rival. Carley did not need to consider the
+fact that she had been spoiled by the attention of men. It was not her
+vanity that precluded Flo Hutter as a rival.
+
+Gradually the conversation drew to a lapse, and it suited Carley to let it
+be so. She watched Glenn as he gazed thoughtfully into the amber depths of
+the fire. What was going on in his mind? Carley's old perplexity suddenly
+had rebirth. And with it came an unfamiliar fear which she could not
+smother. Every moment that she sat there beside Glenn she was realizing
+more and more a yearning, passionate love for him. The unmistakable
+manifestation of his joy at sight of her, the strong, almost rude
+expression of his love, had called to some responsive, but hitherto unplumbed deeps of
+her. If it had not been for these undeniable facts Carley would have been
+panic-stricken. They reassured her, yet only made her state of mind more dissatisfied.
+
+"Carley, do you still go in for dancing?" Glenn asked, presently, with his
+thoughtful eyes turning to her.
+
+"Of course. I like dancing, and it's about all the exercise I get," she
+replied.
+
+"Have the dances changed--again?"
+
+"It's the music, perhaps, that changes the dancing. Jazz is becoming
+popular. And about all the crowd dances now is an infinite variation of
+fox-trot."
+
+"No waltzing?"
+
+"I don't believe I waltzed once this winter."
+
+"Jazz? That's a sort of tinpanning, jiggly stuff, isn't it?"
+
+"Glenn, it's the fever of the public pulse," replied Carley. "The graceful
+waltz, like the stately minuet, flourished back in the days when people
+rested rather than raced."
+
+"More's the pity," said Glenn. Then after a moment, in which his gaze
+returned to the fire, he inquired rather too casually, "Does Morrison still
+chase after you?"
+
+"Glenn, I'm neither old--nor married," she replied, laughing.
+
+"No, that's true. But if you were married it wouldn't make any difference
+to Morrison."
+
+Carley could not detect bitterness or jealousy in his voice. She would not
+have been averse to hearing either. She gathered from his remark, however,
+that he was going to be harder than ever to understand. What had she said
+or done to make him retreat within himself, aloof, impersonal, unfamiliar?
+He did not impress her as loverlike. What irony of fate was this that held
+her there yearning for his kisses and caresses as never before, while he
+watched the fire, and talked as to a mere acquaintance, and seemed sad and
+far away? Or did she merely imagine that? Only one thing could she be sure
+of at that moment, and it was that pride would never be her ally.
+
+"Glenn, look here," she said, sliding her chair close to his and holding
+out her left hand, slim and white, with its glittering diamond on the
+third finger.
+
+He took her hand in his and pressed it, and smiled at her. "Yes, Carley,
+it's a beautiful, soft little hand. But I think I'd like it better if it
+were strong and brown, and coarse on the inside--from useful work."
+
+"Like Flo Hutter's?" queried Carley.
+
+"Yes."
+
+Carley looked proudly into his eyes. "People are born in different
+stations. I respect your little Western friend, Glenn, but could I wash and
+sweep, milk cows and chop wood, and all that sort of thing?"
+
+"I suppose you couldn't," he admitted, with a blunt little laugh.
+
+"Would you want me to?" she asked.
+
+"Well, that's hard to say," he replied, knitting his brows. "I hardly know.
+I think it depends on you. . . . But if you did do such work wouldn't you
+be happier?"
+
+"Happier! Why Glenn, I'd be miserable! ... But listen. It wasn't my
+beautiful and useless hand I wanted you to see. It was my engagement ring."
+
+"Oh!--Well?" he went on, slowly.
+
+"I've never had it off since you left New York," she said, softly. "You
+gave it to me four years ago. Do you remember? It was on my twenty-second
+birthday. You said it would take two months' salary to pay the bill."
+
+"It sure did," he retorted, with a hint of humor.
+
+"Glenn, during the war it was not so--so very hard to wear this ring as an
+engagement ring should be worn," said Carley, growing more earnest. "But
+after the war--especially after your departure West it was terribly hard to
+be true to the significance of this betrothal ring. There was a let-down in
+all women. Oh, no one need tell me! There was. And men were affected by
+that and the chaotic condition of the times. New York was wild during the
+year of your absence. Prohibition was a joke.--Well, I gadded, danced,
+dressed, drank, smoked, motored, just the same as the other women in our
+crowd. Something drove me to. I never rested. Excitement seemed to be
+happiness--Glenn, I am not making any plea to excuse all that. But I want
+you to know--how under trying circumstances--I was absolutely true to you.
+Understand me. I mean true as regards love. Through it all I loved you
+just the same. And now I'm with you, it seems, oh, so much more! . . . Your
+last letter hurt me. I don't know just how. But I came West to see you--to
+tell you this--and to ask you. . . . Do you want this ring back?"
+
+"Certainly not," he replied, forcibly, with a dark flush spreading over his
+face.
+
+"Then--you love me?" she whispered.
+
+"Yes--I love you," he returned, deliberately. "And in spite of all you
+say--very probably more than you love me. . . . But you, like all women,
+make love and its expression the sole object of life. Carley, I have been
+concerned with keeping my body from the grave and my soul from hell."
+
+"But--dear--you're well now?" she returned, with trembling lips.
+
+"Yes, I've almost pulled out."
+
+"Then what is wrong?"
+
+"Wrong?--With me or you," he queried, with keen, enigmatical glance upon
+her.
+
+"What is wrong between us? There is something."
+
+"Carley, a man who has been on the verge--as I have been--seldom or never
+comes back to happiness. But perhaps--"
+
+"You frighten me," cried Carley, and, rising, she sat upon the arm of his
+chair and encircled his neck with her arms. "How can I help if I do not
+understand? Am I so miserably little? . . . Glenn, must I tell you? No
+woman can live without love. I need to be loved. That's all that's wrong
+with me."
+
+"Carley, you are still an imperious, mushy girl," replied Glenn, taking her
+into his arms. "I need to be loved, too. But that's not what is wrong with
+me. You'll have to find it out yourself."
+
+"You're a dear old Sphinx," she retorted.
+
+"Listen, Carley," he said, earnestly. "About this love-making stuff. Please
+don't misunderstand me. I love you. I'm starved for your kisses. But--is it
+right to ask them?"
+
+"Right! Aren't we engaged? And don't I want to give them?"
+
+"If I were only sure we'd be married!" he said, in low, tense voice, as if
+speaking more to himself.
+
+"Married!" cried Carley, convulsively clasping him. "Of course we'll be
+married. Glenn, you wouldn't jilt me?"
+
+"Carley, what I mean is that you might never really marry me," he answered,
+seriously.
+
+"Oh, if that's all you need be sure of, Glenn Kilbourne, you may begin to
+make love to me now."
+
+
+It was late when Carley went up to her room. And she was in such a softened
+mood, so happy and excited and yet disturbed in mind, that the coldness and
+the darkness did not matter in the least. She undressed in pitchy
+blackness, stumbling over chair and bed, feeling for what she needed. And
+in her mood this unusual proceeding was fun. When ready for bed she opened
+the door to take a peep out. Through the dense blackness the waterfall
+showed dimly opaque. Carley felt a soft mist wet her face. The low roar of
+the falling water seemed to envelop her. Under the cliff wall brooded
+impenetrable gloom. But out above the treetops shone great stars,
+wonderfully white and radiant and cold, with a piercing contrast to the
+deep clear blue of sky. The waterfall hummed into an absolutely dead
+silence. It emphasized the silence. Not only cold was it that made Carley
+shudder. How lonely, how lost, how hidden this canyon!
+
+Then she hurried to bed, grateful for the warm woolly blankets. Relaxation
+and thought brought consciousness of the heat of her blood, the beat and
+throb and swell of her heart, of the tumult within her. In the lonely
+darkness of her room she might have faced the truth of her strangely
+renewed and augmented love for Glenn Kilbourne. But she was more concerned
+with her happiness. She had won him back. Her presence, her love had
+overcome his restraint. She thrilled in the sweet consciousness of her
+woman's conquest. How splendid he was! To hold back physical tenderness,
+the simple expressions of love, because he had feared they might unduly
+influence her! He had grown in many ways. She must be careful to reach up
+to his ideals. That about Flo Hutter's toil-hardened hands! Was that
+significance somehow connected with the rift in the lute? For Carley
+admitted to herself that there was something amiss, something
+incomprehensible, something intangible that obtruded its menace into her
+dream of future happiness. Still, what had she to fear, so long as she
+could be with Glenn?
+
+And yet there were forced upon her, insistent and perplexing, the
+questions--was her love selfish? was she considering him? was she blind to
+something he could see? Tomorrow and next day and the days to come held
+promise of joyous companionship with Glenn, yet likewise they seemed full
+of a portent of trouble for her, or fight and ordeal, of lessons that would
+make life significant for her.
+
+
+CHAPTER III
+
+Carley was awakened by rattling sounds in her room. The raising of sleepy
+eyelids disclosed Flo on her knees before the little stove, in the act of
+lighting a fire.
+
+"Mawnin', Carley," she drawled. "It's shore cold. Reckon it'll snow today,
+worse luck, just because you're here. Take my hunch and stay in bed till
+the fire burns up."
+
+"I shall do no such thing," declared Carley, heroically.
+
+"We're afraid you'll take cold," said Flo. "This is desert country with
+high altitude. Spring is here when the sun shines. But it's only shinin' in
+streaks these days. That means winter, really. Please be good."
+
+"Well, it doesn't require much self-denial to stay here awhile longer,"
+replied Carley, lazily.
+
+Flo left with a parting admonition not to let the stove get red-hot. And
+Carley lay snuggled in the warm blankets, dreading the ordeal of getting
+out into that cold bare room. Her nose was cold. When her nose grew cold,
+it being a faithful barometer as to temperature, Carley knew there was
+frost in the air. She preferred summer. Steam-heated rooms with hothouse
+flowers lending their perfume had certainly not trained Carley for
+primitive conditions. She had a spirit, however, that was waxing a little
+rebellious to all this intimation as to her susceptibility to colds and her
+probable weakness under privation. Carley got up. Her bare feet landed upon
+the board floor instead of the Navajo rug, and she thought she had
+encountered cold stone. Stove and hot water notwithstanding, by the time
+she was half dressed she was also half frozen. "Some actor fellow once said
+w-when you w-went West you were c-camping out," chattered Carley. "Believe
+me, he said something."
+
+The fact was Carley had never camped out. Her set played golf, rode
+horseback, motored and house-boated, but they had never gone in for
+uncomfortable trips. The camps and hotels in the Adirondacks were as warm
+and luxurious as Carley's own home. Carley now missed many things. And
+assuredly her flesh was weak. It cost her effort of will and real pain to
+finish lacing her boots. As she had made an engagement with Glenn to visit
+his cabin, she had donned an outdoor suit. She wondered if the cold had
+anything to do with the perceptible diminishing of the sound of the
+waterfall. Perhaps some of the water had frozen, like her fingers.
+
+Carley went downstairs to the living room, and made no effort to resist a
+rush to the open fire. Flo and her mother were amused at Carley's
+impetuosity. "You'll like that stingin' of the air after you get used to
+it," said Mrs. Hutter. Carley had her doubts. When she was thoroughly
+thawed out she discovered an appetite quite unusual for her, and she
+enjoyed her breakfast. Then it was time to sally forth to meet Glenn.
+
+"It's pretty sharp this mawnin'," said Flo. "You'll need gloves and
+sweater."
+
+Having fortified herself with these, Carley asked how to find West Fork
+Canyon.
+
+"It's down the road a little way," replied Flo. "A great narrow canyon
+opening on the right side. You can't miss it."
+
+Flo accompanied her as far as the porch steps. A queer-looking individual
+was slouching along with ax over his shoulder.
+
+"There's Charley," said Flo. "He'll show you." Then she whispered: "He's
+sort of dotty sometimes. A horse kicked him once. But mostly he's
+sensible."
+
+At Flo's call the fellow halted with a grin. He was long, lean, loose
+jointed, dressed in blue overalls stuck into the tops of muddy boots, and
+his face was clear olive without beard or line. His brow bulged a little,
+and from under it peered out a pair of wistful brown eyes that reminded
+Carley of those of a dog she had once owned.
+
+"Wal, it ain't a-goin' to be a nice day," remarked Charley, as he tried to
+accommodate his strides to Carley's steps.
+
+"How can you tell?" asked Carley. "It looks clear and bright."
+
+"Naw, this is a dark mawnin'. Thet's a cloudy sun. We'll hev snow on an'
+off."
+
+"Do you mind bad weather?"
+
+"Me? All the same to me. Reckon, though, I like it cold so I can loaf round
+a big fire at night."
+
+"I like a big fire, too."
+
+"Ever camped out?" he asked.
+
+"Not what you'd call the real thing," replied Carley.
+
+"Wal, thet's too bad. Reckon it'll be tough fer you," he went on, kindly.
+"There was a gurl tenderfoot heah two years ago an' she had a hell of a
+time. They all joked her, 'cept me, an' played tricks on her. An' on her
+side she was always puttin' her foot in it. I was shore sorry fer her."
+
+"You were very kind to be an exception," murmured Carley.
+
+"You look out fer Tom Hutter, an' I reckon Flo ain't so darn above layin'
+traps fer you. 'Specially as she's sweet on your beau. I seen them together
+a lot."
+
+"Yes?" interrogated Carley, encouragingly.
+
+"Kilbourne is the best fellar thet ever happened along Oak Creek. I helped
+him build his cabin. We've hunted some together. Did you ever hunt?"
+
+"No."
+
+"Wal, you've shore missed a lot of fun," he said. "Turkey huntin'. Thet's
+what fetches the gurls. I reckon because turkeys are so good to eat. The
+old gobblers hev begun to gobble now. I'll take you gobbler huntin' if
+you'd like to go."
+
+"I'm sure I would."
+
+"There's good trout fishin' along heah a little later," he said, pointing
+to the stream. "Crick's too high now. I like West Fork best. I've ketched
+some lammin' big ones up there."
+
+Carley was amused and interested. She could not say that Charley had shown
+any indication of his mental peculiarity to her. It took considerable
+restraint not to lead him to talk more about Flo and Glenn. Presently they
+reached the turn in the road, opposite the cottage Carley had noticed
+yesterday, and here her loquacious escort halted.
+
+"You take the trail heah," he said, pointing it out, "an' foller it into
+West Fork. So long, an' don't forget we're goin' huntin' turkeys."
+
+Carley smiled her thanks, and, taking to the trail, she stepped out
+briskly, now giving attention to her surroundings. The canyon had widened,
+and the creek with its deep thicket of green and white had sheered to the
+left. On her right the canyon wall appeared to be lifting higher--and
+higher. She could not see it well, owing to intervening treetops. The trail
+led her through a grove of maples and sycamores, out into an open park-like
+bench that turned to the right toward the cliff. Suddenly Carley saw a
+break in the red wall. It was the intersecting canyon, West Fork. What a
+narrow red-walled gateway! Huge pine trees spread wide gnarled branches
+over her head. The wind made soft rush in their tops, sending the brown
+needles lightly on the air. Carley turned the bulging corner, to be halted
+by a magnificent spectacle. It seemed a mountain wall loomed over her. It
+was the western side of this canyon, so lofty that Carley had to tip back
+her head to see the top. She swept her astonished gaze down the face of
+this tremendous red mountain wall and then slowly swept it upward again.
+This phenomenon of a cliff seemed beyond the comprehension of her sight. It
+looked a mile high. The few trees along its bold rampart resembled short
+spear-pointed bushes outlined against the steel gray of sky. Ledges, caves,
+seams, cracks, fissures, beetling red brows, yellow crumbling crags,
+benches of green growths and niches choked with brush, and bold points
+where single lonely pine trees grew perilously, and blank walls a thousand
+feet across their shadowed faces--these features gradually took shape in
+Carley's confused sight, until the colossal mountain front stood up before
+her in all its strange, wild, magnificent ruggedness and beauty.
+
+"Arizona! Perhaps this is what he meant," murmured Carley. "I never dreamed
+of anything like this. . . . But, oh! it overshadows me--bears me down! I
+could never have a moment's peace under it."
+
+It fascinated her. There were inaccessible ledges that haunted her with
+their remote fastnesses. How wonderful would it be to get there, rest
+there, if that were possible! But only eagles could reach them. There were
+places, then, that the desecrating hands of man could not touch. The dark
+caves were mystically potent in their vacant staring out at the world
+beneath them. The crumbling crags, the toppling ledges, the leaning rocks
+all threatened to come thundering down at the breath of wind. How deep and
+soft the red color in contrast with the green! How splendid the sheer bold
+uplift of gigantic steps! Carley found herself marveling at the forces
+that had so rudely, violently, and grandly left this monument to nature.
+
+"Well, old Fifth Avenue gadder!" called a gay voice. "If the back wall of
+my yard so halts you--what will you ever do when you see the Painted
+Desert, or climb Sunset Peak, or look down into the Grand Canyon?"
+
+"Oh, Glenn, where are you?" cried Carley, gazing everywhere near at hand.
+But he was farther away. The clearness of his voice had deceived her.
+Presently she espied him a little distance away, across a creek she had not
+before noticed.
+
+"Come on," he called. "I want to see you cross the stepping stones."
+
+Carley ran ahead, down a little slope of clean red rock, to the shore of
+the green water. It was clear, swift, deep in some places and shallow in
+others, with white wreathes or ripples around the rocks evidently placed
+there as a means to cross. Carley drew back aghast.
+
+"Glenn, I could never make it," she called.
+
+"Come on, my Alpine climber," he taunted. "Will you let Arizona daunt you?"
+
+"Do you want me to fall in and catch cold?" she cried, desperately.
+
+"Carley, big women might even cross the bad places of modern life on
+stepping stones of their dead selves!" he went on, with something of
+mockery. "Surely a few physical steps are not beyond you."
+
+"Say, are you mangling Tennyson or just kidding me?" she demanded slangily.
+
+"My love, Flo could cross here with her eyes shut."
+
+That thrust spurred Carley to action. His words were jest, yet they held a
+hint of earnest. With her heart at her throat Carley stepped on the first
+rock, and, poising, she calculated on a running leap from stone to stone.
+Once launched, she felt she was falling downhill. She swayed, she splashed,
+she slipped; and clearing the longest leap from the last stone to shore she
+lost her balance and fell into Glenn's arms. His kisses drove away both her
+panic and her resentment.
+
+"By Jove! I didn't think you'd even attempt it!" he declared, manifestly
+pleased. "I made sure I'd have to pack you over--in fact, rather liked the
+idea."
+
+"I wouldn't advise you to employ any such means again--to dare me," she
+retorted.
+
+"That's a nifty outdoor suit you've on," he said, admiringly. "I was
+wondering what you'd wear. I like short outing skirts for women, rather
+than trousers. The service sort of made the fair sex dippy about pants."
+
+"It made them dippy about more than that," she replied. "You and I will
+never live to see the day that women recover their balance."
+
+"I agree with you," replied Glenn.
+
+Carley locked her arm in his. "Honey, I want to have a good time today.
+Cut out all the other women stuff. . . . Take me to see your little gray
+home in the West. Or is it gray?"
+
+He laughed. "Why, yes, it's gray, just about. The logs have bleached some."
+
+Glenn led her away up a trail that climbed between bowlders, and meandered
+on over piny mats of needles under great, silent, spreading pines; and
+closer to the impondering mountain wall, where at the base of the red rock
+the creek murmured strangely with hollow gurgle, where the sun had no
+chance to affect the cold damp gloom; and on through sweet-smelling woods,
+out into the sunlight again, and across a wider breadth of stream; and up a
+slow slope covered with stately pines, to a little cabin that faced the
+west.
+
+"Here we are, sweetheart," said Glenn. "Now we shall see what you are made
+of."
+
+Carley was non-committal as to that. Her intense interest precluded any
+humor at this moment. Not until she actually saw the log cabin Glenn had
+erected with his own hands had she been conscious of any great interest.
+But sight of it awoke something unaccustomed in Carley. As she stepped into
+the cabin her heart was not acting normally for a young woman who had no
+illusions about love in a cottage.
+
+Glenn's cabin contained one room about fifteen feet wide by twenty long.
+Between the peeled logs were lines of red mud, hard dried. There was a
+small window opposite the door. In one corner was a couch of poles, with
+green tips of pine boughs peeping from under the blankets. The floor
+consisted of flat rocks laid irregularly, with many spaces of earth showing
+between. The open fireplace appeared too large for the room, but the very
+bigness of it, as well as the blazing sticks and glowing embers, appealed
+strongly to Carley. A rough-hewn log formed the mantel, and on it Carley's
+picture held the place of honor. Above this a rifle lay across deer
+antlers. Carley paused here in her survey long enough to kiss Glenn and
+point to her photograph.
+
+"You couldn't have pleased me more."
+
+To the left of the fireplace was a rude cupboard of shelves, packed with
+boxes, cans, bags, and utensils. Below the cupboard, hung upon pegs, were
+blackened pots and pans, a long-handled skillet, and a bucket. Glenn's
+table was a masterpiece. There was no danger of knocking it over. It
+consisted of four poles driven into the ground, upon which had been nailed
+two wide slabs. This table showed considerable evidence of having been
+scrubbed scrupulously clean. There were two low stools, made out of boughs,
+and the seats had been covered with woolly sheep hide. In the right-hand
+corner stood a neat pile of firewood, cut with an ax, and beyond this hung
+saddle and saddle blanket, bridle and spurs. An old sombrero was hooked
+upon the pommel of the saddle. Upon the wall, higher up, hung a lantern,
+resting in a coil of rope that Carley took to be a lasso. Under a shelf
+upon which lay a suitcase hung some rough wearing apparel.
+
+Carley noted that her picture and the suit case were absolutely the only
+physical evidences of Glenn's connection with his Eastern life. That had an
+unaccountable effect upon Carley. What had she expected? Then, after
+another survey of the room, she began to pester Glenn with questions. He
+had to show her the spring outside and the little bench with basin and
+soap. Sight of his soiled towel made her throw up her hands. She sat on the
+stools. She lay on the couch. She rummaged into the contents of the
+cupboard. She threw wood on the fire. Then, finally, having exhausted her
+search and inquiry, she flopped down on one of the stools to gaze at Glenn
+in awe and admiration and incredulity.
+
+"Glenn--you've actually lived here!" she ejaculated.
+
+"Since last fall before the snow came," he said, smiling.
+
+"Snow! Did it snow?" she inquired.
+
+"Well, I guess. I was snowed in for a week."
+
+"Why did you choose this lonely place--way off from the Lodge?" she asked,
+slowly.
+
+"I wanted to be by myself," he replied, briefly.
+
+"You mean this is a sort of camp-out place?"
+
+"Carley, I call it my home," he replied, and there was a low, strong
+sweetness in his voice she had never heard before.
+
+That silenced her for a while. She went to the door and gazed up at the
+towering wall, more wonderful than ever, and more fearful, too, in her
+sight. Presently tears dimmed her eyes. She did not understand her feeling;
+she was ashamed of it; she hid it from Glenn. Indeed, there was something
+terribly wrong between her and Glenn, and it was not in him. This cabin he
+called home gave her a shock which would take time to analyze. At length
+she turned to him with gay utterance upon her lips. She tried to put out of
+her mind a dawning sense that this close-to-the-earth habitation, this
+primitive dwelling, held strange inscrutable power over a self she had
+never divined she possessed. The very stones in the hearth seemed to call
+out from some remote past, and the strong sweet smell of burnt wood
+thrilled to the marrow of her bones. How little she knew of herself! But
+she had intelligence enough to understand that there was a woman in her,
+the female of the species; and through that the sensations from logs and
+stones and earth and fire had strange power to call up the emotions handed
+down to her from the ages. The thrill, the queer heartbeat, the vague,
+haunting memory of something, as of a dim childhood adventure, the strange
+prickling sense of dread--these abided with her and augmented while she
+tried to show Glenn her pride in him and also how funny his cabin seemed to
+her.
+
+Once or twice he hesitatingly, and somewhat appealingly, she imagined,
+tried to broach the subject of his work there in the West. But Carley
+wanted a little while with him free of disagreeable argument. It was a
+foregone conclusion that she would not like his work. Her intention at
+first had been to begin at once to use all persuasion in her power toward
+having him go back East with her, or at the latest some time this year. But
+the rude log cabin had checked her impulse. She felt that haste would be
+unwise.
+
+"Glenn Kilbourne, I told you why I came West to see you," she said,
+spiritedly. "Well, since you still swear allegiance to your girl from the
+East, you might entertain her a little bit before getting down to business
+talk."
+
+"All right, Carley," he replied, laughing. "What do you want to do? The day
+is at your disposal. I wish it were June. Then if you didn't fall in love
+with West Fork you'd be no good."
+
+"Glenn, I love people, not places," she returned.
+
+"So I remember. And that's one thing I don't like. But let's not quarrel.
+What'll we do?"
+
+"Suppose you tramp with me all around, until I'm good and hungry. Then
+we'll come back here--and you can cook dinner for me."
+
+"Fine! Oh, I know you're just bursting with curiosity to see how I'll do
+it. Well, you may be surprised, miss."
+
+"Let's go," she urged.
+
+"Shall I take my gun or fishing rod?"
+
+"You shall take nothing but me," retorted Carley. "What chance has a girl
+with a man, if he can hunt or fish?"
+
+So they went out hand in hand. Half of the belt of sky above was obscured
+by swiftly moving gray clouds. The other half was blue and was being slowly
+encroached upon by the dark storm-like pall. How cold the air! Carley had
+already learned that when the sun was hidden the atmosphere was cold. Glenn
+led her down a trail to the brook, where he calmly picked her up in his
+arms, quite easily, it appeared, and leisurely packed her across, kissing
+her half a dozen times before he deposited her on her feet.
+
+"Glenn, you do this sort of thing so well that it makes me imagine you have
+practice now and then," she said.
+
+"No. But you are pretty and sweet, and like the girl you were four years
+ago. That takes me back to those days."
+
+"I thank you. That's dear of you. I think I am something of a cat. . . .
+I'll be glad if this walk leads us often to the creek."
+
+Spring might have been fresh and keen in the air, but it had not yet
+brought much green to the brown earth or to the trees. The cotton-woods
+showed a light feathery verdure. The long grass was a bleached white, and
+low down close to the sod fresh tiny green blades showed. The great fern
+leaves were sear and ragged, and they rustled in the breeze. Small gray
+sheath-barked trees with clumpy foliage and snags of dead branches, Glenn
+called cedars; and, grotesque as these were, Carley rather liked them. They
+were approachable, not majestic and lofty like the pines, and they smelled
+sweetly wild, and best of all they afforded some protection from the bitter
+wind. Carley rested better than she walked. The huge sections of red rock
+that had tumbled from above also interested Carley, especially when the sun
+happened to come out for a few moments and brought out their color. She
+enjoyed walking on the fallen pines, with Glenn below, keeping pace with
+her and holding her hand. Carley looked in vain for flowers and birds. The
+only living things she saw were rainbow trout that Glenn pointed out to her
+in the beautiful clear pools. The way the great gray bowlders trooped down
+to the brook as if they were cattle going to drink; the dark caverns under
+the shelving cliffs, where the water murmured with such hollow mockery; the
+low spear-pointed gray plants, resembling century plants, and which Glenn
+called mescal cactus, each with its single straight dead stalk standing on
+high with fluted head; the narrow gorges, perpendicularly walled in red,
+where the constricted brook plunged in amber and white cascades over fall
+after fall, tumbling, rushing, singing its water melody--these all held
+singular appeal for Carley as aspects of the wild land, fascinating for the
+moment, symbolic of the lonely red man and his forbears, and by their raw
+contrast making more necessary and desirable and elevating the comforts and
+conventions of civilization. The cave man theory interested Carley only as
+mythology.
+
+Lonelier, wilder, grander grew Glenn's canyon. Carley was finally forced to
+shift her attention from the intimate objects of the canyon floor to the
+aloof and unattainable heights. Singular to feel the difference! That which
+she could see close at hand, touch if she willed, seemed to, become part of
+her knowledge, could be observed and so possessed and passed by. But the
+gold-red ramparts against the sky, the crannied cliffs, the crags of the
+eagles, the lofty, distant blank walls, where the winds of the gods had
+written their wars--these haunted because they could never be possessed.
+Carley had often gazed at the Alps as at celebrated pictures. She admired,
+she appreciated--then she forgot. But the canyon heights did not affect her
+that way. They vaguely dissatisfied, and as she could not be sure of what
+they dissatisfied, she had to conclude that it was in herself. To see, to
+watch, to dream, to seek, to strive, to endure, to find! Was that what they
+meant? They might make her thoughtful of the vast earth, and its endless
+age, and its staggering mystery. But what more!
+
+The storm that had threatened blackened the sky, and gray scudding clouds
+buried the canyon rims, and long veils of rain and sleet began to descend.
+The wind roared through the pines, drowning the roar of the brook. Quite
+suddenly the air grew piercingly cold. Carley had forgotten her gloves, and
+her pockets had not been constructed to protect hands. Glenn drew her into
+a sheltered nook where a rock jutted out from overhead and a thicket of
+young pines helped break the onslaught of the wind. There Carley sat on a
+cold rock, huddled up close to Glenn, and wearing to a state she knew would
+be misery. Glenn not only seemed content; he was happy. "This is great," he
+said. His coat was open, his hands uncovered, and he watched the storm and
+listened with manifest delight. Carley hated to betray what a weakling she
+was, so she resigned herself to her fate, and imagined she felt her fingers
+numbing into ice, and her sensitive nose slowly and painfully freezing.
+
+The storm passed, however, before Carley sank into abject and open
+wretchedness. She managed to keep pace with Glenn until exercise warmed her
+blood. At every little ascent in the trail she found herself laboring to
+get her breath. There was assuredly evidence of abundance of air in this
+canyon, but somehow she could not get enough of it. Glenn detected this and
+said it was owing to the altitude. When they reached the cabin Carley was
+wet, stiff, cold, exhausted. How welcome the shelter, the open fireplace!
+Seeing the cabin in new light, Carley had the grace to acknowledge to
+herself that, after all, it was not so bad.
+
+"Now for a good fire and then dinner," announced Glenn, with the air of one
+who knew his ground.
+
+"Can I help?" queried Carley.
+
+"Not today. I do not want you to spring any domestic science on me now."
+Carley was not averse to withholding her ignorance. She watched Glenn with
+surpassing curiosity and interest. First he threw a quantity of wood upon
+the smoldering fire.
+
+"I have ham and mutton of my own raising," announced Glenn, with
+importance. "Which would you prefer?"
+
+"Of your own raising. What do you mean?" queried Carley.
+
+"My dear, you've been so steeped in the fog of the crowd that you are blind
+to the homely and necessary things of living. I mean I have here meat of
+both sheep and hog that I raised myself. That is to say, mutton and ham.
+Which do you like?"
+
+"Ham!" cried Carley, incredulously.
+
+Without more ado Glenn settled to brisk action, every move of which Carley
+watched with keen eyes. The usurping of a woman's province by a man was
+always an amusing thing. But for Glenn Kilbourne--what more would it be? He
+evidently knew what he wanted, for every movement was quick, decisive. One
+after another he placed bags, cans, sacks, pans, utensils on the table.
+Then he kicked at the roaring fire, settling some of the sticks. He strode
+outside to return with a bucket of water, a basin, towel, and soap. Then he
+took down two queer little iron pots with heavy lids. To each pot was
+attached a wire handle. He removed the lids, then set both the pots right
+on the fire or in it. Pouring water into the basin, he proceeded to wash
+his hands. Next he took a large pail, and from a sack he filled it half
+full of flour. To this he added baking powder and salt. It was instructive
+for Carley to see him run his skillful fingers all through that flour, as
+if searching for lumps. After this he knelt before the fire and, lifting
+off one of the iron pots with a forked stick, he proceeded to wipe out the
+inside of the pot and grease it with a piece of fat. His next move was to
+rake out a pile of the red coals, a feat he performed with the stick, and
+upon these he placed the pot. Also he removed the other pot from the fire,
+leaving it, however, quite close.
+
+"Well, all eyes?" he bantered, suddenly staring at her. "Didn't I say I'd
+surprise you?"
+
+"Don't mind me. This is about the happiest and most bewildered moment--of
+my life," replied Carley.
+
+Returning to the table, Glenn dug at something in a large red can. He
+paused a moment to eye Carley.
+
+"Girl, do you know how to make biscuits?" he queried.
+
+"I might have known in my school days, but I've forgotten," she replied.
+
+"Can you make apple pie?" he demanded, imperiously.
+
+"No," rejoined Carley.
+
+"How do you expect to please your husband?"
+
+"Why--by marrying him, I suppose," answered Carley, as if weighing a
+problem.
+
+"That has been the universal feminine point of view for a good many years,"
+replied Glenn, flourishing a flour-whitened hand. "But it never served the
+women of the Revolution or the pioneers. And they were the builders of the
+nation. It will never serve the wives of the future, if we are to survive."
+
+"Glenn, you rave!" ejaculated Carley, not knowing whether to laugh or be
+grave. "You were talking of humble housewifely things."
+
+"Precisely. The humble things that were the foundation of the great nation
+of Americans. I meant work and children."
+
+Carley could only stare at him. The look he flashed at her, the sudden
+intensity and passion of his ringing words, were as if he gave her a
+glimpse into the very depths of him. He might have begun in fun, but he had
+finished otherwise. She felt that she really did not know this man. Had he
+arraigned her in judgment? A flush, seemingly hot and cold, passed over
+her. Then it relieved her to see that he had returned to his task.
+
+He mixed the shortening with the flour, and, adding water, he began a
+thorough kneading. When the consistency of the mixture appeared to satisfy
+him he took a handful of it, rolled it into a ball, patted and flattened it
+into a biscuit, and dropped it into the oven he had set aside on the hot
+coals. Swiftly he shaped eight or ten other biscuits and dropped them as
+the first. Then he put the heavy iron lid on the pot, and with a rude
+shovel, improvised from a flattened tin can, he shoveled red coals out of
+the fire, and covered the lid with them. His next move was to pare and
+slice potatoes, placing these aside in a pan. A small black coffee-pot half
+full of water, was set on a glowing part of the fire. Then he brought into
+use a huge, heavy knife, a murderous-looking implement it appeared to
+Carley, with which he cut slices of ham. These he dropped into the second
+pot, which he left uncovered. Next he removed the flour sack and other
+inpedimenta from the table, and proceeded to set places for two--blue-enamel
+plate and cup, with plain, substantial-looking knives, forks, and spoons.
+He went outside, to return presently carrying a small crock of butter.
+Evidently he had kept the butter in or near the spring. It looked dewy and
+cold and hard. After that he peeped under the lid of the pot which
+contained the biscuits. The other pot was sizzling and smoking, giving
+forth a delicious savory odor that affected Carley most agreeably. The
+coffee-pot had begun to steam. With a long fork Glenn turned the slices of
+ham and stood a moment watching them. Next he placed cans of three sizes
+upon the table; and these Carley conjectured contained sugar, salt, and
+pepper. Carley might not have been present, for all the attention he paid
+to her. Again he peeped at the biscuits. At the edge of the hot embers he
+placed a tin plate, upon which he carefully deposited the slices of ham.
+Carley had not needed sight of them to know she was hungry; they made her
+simply ravenous. That done, he poured the pan of sliced potatoes into the
+pot. Carley judged the heat of that pot to be extreme. Next he removed the
+lid from the other pot, exposing biscuits slightly browned; and evidently
+satisfied with these, he removed them from the coals. He stirred the slices
+of potatoes round and round; he emptied two heaping tablespoonfuls of
+coffee into the coffee-pot.
+
+"Carley," he said, at last turning to her with a warm smile, "out here in
+the West the cook usually yells, 'Come and get it.' Draw up your stool."
+
+And presently Carley found herself seated across the crude table from
+Glenn, with the background of chinked logs in her sight, and the smart of
+wood smoke in her eyes. In years past she had sat with him in the soft,
+subdued, gold-green shadows of the Astor, or in the sumptuous atmosphere of
+the St. Regis. But this event was so different, so striking, that she felt
+it would have limitless significance. For one thing, the look of Glenn!
+When had he ever seemed like this, wonderfully happy to have her there,
+consciously proud of this dinner he had prepared in half an hour, strangely
+studying her as one on trial? This might have had its effect upon Carley's
+reaction to the situation, making it sweet, trenchant with meaning, but she
+was hungry enough and the dinner was good enough to make this hour
+memorable on that score alone. She ate until she was actually ashamed of
+herself. She laughed heartily, she talked, she made love to Glenn. Then
+suddenly an idea flashed into her quick mind.
+
+"Glenn, did this girl Flo teach you to cook?" she queried, sharply.
+
+"No. I always was handy in camp. Then out here I had the luck to fall in
+with an old fellow who was a wonderful cook. He lived with me for a while.
+. . . Why, what difference would it have made--had Flo taught me?"
+
+Carley felt the heat of blood in her face. "I don't know that it would have
+made a difference. Only--I'm glad she didn't teach you. I'd rather no girl
+could teach you what I couldn't."
+
+"You think I'm a pretty good cook, then?" he asked.
+
+"I've enjoyed this dinner more than any I've ever eaten."
+
+"Thanks, Carley. That'll help a lot," he said, gayly, but his eyes shone
+with earnest, glad light. "I hoped I'd surprise you. I've found out here
+that I want to do things well. The West stirs something in a man. It must
+be an unwritten law. You stand or fall by your own hands. Back East you
+know meals are just occasions--to hurry through--to dress for--to meet
+somebody--to eat because you have to eat. But out here they are different.
+I don't know how. In the city, producers, merchants, waiters serve you for
+money. The meal is a transaction. It has no significance. It is money that
+keeps you from starvation. But in the West money doesn't mean much. You
+must work to live."
+
+Carley leaned her elbows on the table and gazed at him curiously and
+admiringly. "Old fellow, you're a wonder. I can't tell you how proud I am
+of you. That you could come West weak and sick, and fight your way to
+health, and learn to be self-sufficient! It is a splendid achievement. It
+amazes me. I don't grasp it. I want to think. Nevertheless I--"
+
+"What?" he queried, as she hesitated.
+
+"Oh, never mind now," she replied, hastily, averting her eyes.
+
+
+The day was far spent when Carley returned to the Lodge--and in spite of the
+discomfort of cold and sleet, and the bitter wind that beat in her face as
+she struggled up the trail--it was a day never to be forgotten. Nothing had
+been wanting in Glenn's attention or affection. He had been comrade, lover,
+all she craved for. And but for his few singular words about work and
+children there had been no serious talk. Only a play day in his canyon and
+his cabin! Yet had she appeared at her best? Something vague and perplexing
+knocked at the gate of her consciousness.
+
+
+CHAPTER IV
+
+Two warm sunny days in early May inclined Mr. Hutter to the opinion that
+pleasant spring weather was at hand and that it would be a propitious time
+to climb up on the desert to look after his sheep interests. Glenn, of
+course, would accompany him.
+
+"Carley and I will go too," asserted Flo.
+
+"Reckon that'll be good," said Hutter, with approving nod.
+
+His wife also agreed that it would be fine for Carley to see the beautiful
+desert country round Sunset Peak. But Glenn looked dubious.
+
+"Carley, it'll be rather hard," he said. "You're soft, and riding and lying
+out will stove you up. You ought to break in gradually."
+
+"I rode ten miles today," rejoined Carley. "And didn't mind it--much." This
+was a little deviation from stern veracity.
+
+"Shore Carley's well and strong," protested Flo. "She'll get sore, but that
+won't kill her."
+
+Glenn eyed Flo with rather penetrating glance. "I might drive Carley round
+about in the car," he said.
+
+"But you can't drive over those lava flats, or go round, either. We'd have
+to send horses in some cases miles to meet you. It's horseback if you go at
+all."
+
+"Shore we'll go horseback," spoke up Flo. "Carley has got it all over that
+Spencer girl who was here last summer."
+
+"I think so, too. I am sure I hope so. Because you remember what the ride
+to Long Valley did to Miss Spencer," rejoined Glenn.
+
+"What?" inquired Carley.
+
+"Bad cold, peeled nose, skinned shin, saddle sores. She was in bed two
+days. She didn't show much pep the rest of her stay here, and she never got
+on another horse."
+
+"Oh, is that all, Glenn?" returned Carley, in feigned surprise. "Why, I
+imagined from your tone that Miss Spencer's ride must have occasioned her
+discomfort. . . . See here, Glenn. I may be a tenderfoot, but I'm no
+mollycoddle."
+
+"My dear, I surrender," replied Glenn, with a laugh. "Really, I'm
+delighted. But if anything happens--don't you blame me. I'm quite sure that
+a long horseback ride, in spring, on the desert, will show you a good many
+things about yourself."
+
+That was how Carley came to find herself, the afternoon of the next day,
+astride a self-willed and unmanageable little mustang, riding in the rear
+of her friends, on the way through a cedar forest toward a place called
+Deep Lake.
+
+Carley had not been able yet, during the several hours of their journey, to
+take any pleasure in the scenery or in her mount. For in the first place
+there was nothing to see but scrubby little gnarled cedars and drab-looking
+rocks; and in the second this Indian pony she rode had discovered she was
+not an adept horsewoman and had proceeded to take advantage of the fact. It
+did not help Carley's predicament to remember that Glenn had decidedly
+advised her against riding this particular mustang. To be sure, Flo had
+approved of Carley's choice, and Mr. Hutter, with a hearty laugh, had
+fallen in line: "Shore. Let her ride one of the broncs, if she wants." So
+this animal she bestrode must have been a bronc, for it did not take him
+long to elicit from Carley a muttered, "I don't know what bronc means, but
+it sounds like this pony acts."
+
+Carley had inquired the animal's name from the young herder who had saddled
+him for her.
+
+"Wal, I reckon he ain't got much of a name," replied the lad, with a grin,
+as he scratched his head. "For us boys always called him Spillbeans."
+
+"Humph! What a beautiful cognomen!" ejaculated Carley, "But according to
+Shakespeare any name will serve. I'll ride him or--or--"
+
+So far there had not really been any necessity for the completion of that
+sentence. But five miles of riding up into the cedar forest had convinced
+Carley that she might not have much farther to go. Spillbeans had ambled
+along well enough until he reached level ground where a long bleached grass
+waved in the wind. Here he manifested hunger, then a contrary nature, next
+insubordination, and finally direct hostility. Carley had urged, pulled,
+and commanded in vain. Then when she gave Spillbeans a kick in the flank he
+jumped stiff legged, propelling her up out of the saddle, and while she was
+descending he made the queer jump again, coming up to meet her. The jolt
+she got seemed to dislocate every bone in her body. Likewise it hurt.
+Moreover, along with her idea of what a spectacle she must have presented,
+it quickly decided Carley that Spillbeans was a horse that was not to be
+opposed. Whenever he wanted a mouthful of grass he stopped to get it.
+Therefore Carley was always in the rear, a fact which in itself did not
+displease her. Despite his contrariness, however, Spillbeans had apparently
+no intention of allowing the other horses to get completely out of sight.
+
+Several times Flo waited for Carley to catch up. "He's loafing on you,
+Carley. You ought to have on a spur. Break off a switch and beat him some."
+Then she whipped the mustang across the flank with her bridle rein, which
+punishment caused Spillbeans meekly to trot on with alacrity. Carley had a
+positive belief that he would not do it for her. And after Flo's repeated
+efforts, assisted by chastisement from Glenn, had kept Spillbeans in a trot
+for a couple of miles Carley began to discover that the trotting of a horse
+was the most uncomfortable motion possible to imagine. It grew worse. It
+became painful. It gradually got unendurable. But pride made Carley endure
+it until suddenly she thought she had been stabbed in the side. This
+strange piercing pain must be what Glenn had called a "stitch" in the side,
+something common to novices on horseback. Carley could have screamed. She
+pulled the mustang to a walk and sagged in her saddle until the pain
+subsided. What a blessed relief! Carley had keen sense of the difference
+between riding in Central Park and in Arizona. She regretted her choice of
+horses. Spillbeans was attractive to look at, but the pleasure of riding
+him was a delusion. Flo had said his gait resembled the motion of a rocking
+chair. This Western girl, according to Charley, the sheep herder, was not
+above playing Arizona jokes. Be that as it might, Spillbeans now manifested
+a desire to remain with the other horses, and he broke out of a walk into a
+trot. Carley could not keep him from trotting. Hence her state soon wore
+into acute distress.
+
+Her left ankle seemed broken. The stirrup was heavy, and as soon as she was
+tired she could no longer keep its weight from drawing her foot in. The
+inside of her right knee was as sore as a boil. Besides, she had other
+pains, just as severe, and she stood momentarily in mortal dread of that
+terrible stitch in her side. If it returned she knew she would fall off.
+But, fortunately, just when she was growing weak and dizzy, the horses
+ahead slowed to a walk on a descent. The road wound down into a wide deep
+canyon. Carley had a respite from her severest pains. Never before had she
+known what it meant to be so grateful for relief from anything.
+
+The afternoon grew far advanced and the sunset was hazily shrouded in gray.
+Hutter did not like the looks of those clouds. "Reckon we're in for
+weather," he said. Carley did not care what happened. Weather or anything
+else that might make it possible to get off her horse! Glenn rode beside
+her, inquiring solicitously as to her pleasure. "Ride of my life!" she lied
+heroically. And it helped some to see that she both fooled and pleased him.
+
+Beyond the canyon the cedared desert heaved higher and changed its aspect.
+The trees grew larger, bushier, greener, and closer together, with patches
+of bleached grass between, and russet-lichened rocks everywhere. Small
+cactus plants bristled sparsely in open places; and here and there bright
+red flowers--Indian paintbrush, Flo called them--added a touch of color to
+the gray. Glenn pointed to where dark banks of cloud had massed around the
+mountain peaks. The scene to the west was somber and compelling.
+
+At last the men and the pack-horses ahead came to a halt in a level green
+forestland with no high trees. Far ahead a chain of soft gray round hills
+led up to the dark heaved mass of mountains. Carley saw the gleam of water
+through the trees. Probably her mustang saw or scented it, because he
+started to trot. Carley had reached a limit of strength, endurance, and
+patience. She hauled him up short. When Spillbeans evinced a stubborn
+intention to go on Carley gave him a kick. Then it happened.
+
+She felt the reins jerked out of her hands and the saddle propel her
+upward. When she descended it was to meet that before-experienced jolt.
+
+"Look!" cried Flo. "That bronc is going to pitch."
+
+"Hold on, Carley!" yelled Glenn.
+
+Desperately Carley essayed to do just that. But Spillbeans jolted her out
+of the saddle. She came down on his rump and began to slide back and down.
+Frightened and furious, Carley tried to hang to the saddle with her hands
+and to squeeze the mustang with her knees. But another jolt broke her hold,
+and then, helpless and bewildered, with her heart in her throat and a
+terrible sensation of weakness, she slid back at each upheave of the
+muscular rump until she slid off and to the ground in a heap. Whereupon
+Spillbeans trotted off toward the water.
+
+Carley sat up before Glenn and Flo reached her. Manifestly they were
+concerned about her, but both were ready to burst with laughter. Carley
+knew she was not hurt and she was so glad to be off the mustang that, on
+the moment, she could almost have laughed herself.
+
+"That beast is well named," she said. "He spilled me, all right. And I
+presume I resembled a sack of beans."
+
+"Carley--you're--not hurt?" asked Glenn, choking, as he helped her up.
+
+"Not physically. But my feelings are."
+
+Then Glenn let out a hearty howl of mirth, which was seconded by a loud
+guffaw from Hutter. Flo, however, appeared to be able to restrain whatever
+she felt. To Carley she looked queer.
+
+"Pitch! You called it that," said Carley.
+
+"Oh, he didn't really pitch. He just humped up a few times," replied Flo,
+and then when she saw how Carley was going to take it she burst into a
+merry peal of laughter. Charley, the sheep herder was grinning, and some of
+the other men turned away with shaking shoulders.
+
+"Laugh, you wild and woolly Westerners!" ejaculated Carley. "It must have
+been funny. I hope I can be a good sport. . . . But I bet you I ride him
+tomorrow."
+
+"Shore you will," replied Flo.
+
+Evidently the little incident drew the party closer together. Carley felt a
+warmth of good nature that overcame her first feeling of humiliation. They
+expected such things from her, and she should expect them, too, and take
+them, if not fearlessly or painlessly, at least without resentment.
+
+Carley walked about to ease her swollen and sore joints, and while doing so
+she took stock of the camp ground and what was going on. At second glance
+the place had a certain attraction difficult for her to define. She could
+see far, and the view north toward those strange gray-colored symmetrical
+hills was one that fascinated while it repelled her. Near at hand the
+ground sloped down to a large rock-bound lake, perhaps a mile in
+circumference. In the distance, along the shore she saw a white conical
+tent, and blue smoke, and moving gray objects she took for sheep.
+
+The men unpacked and unsaddled the horses, and, hobbling their forefeet
+together, turned them loose. Twilight had fallen and each man appeared to
+be briskly set upon his own task. Glenn was cutting around the foot of a
+thickly branched cedar where, he told Carley, he would make a bed for her
+and Flo. All that Carley could see that could be used for such purpose was
+a canvas-covered roll. Presently Glenn untied a rope from round this,
+unrolled it, and dragged it under the cedar. Then he spread down the outer
+layer of canvas, disclosing a considerable thickness of blankets. From
+under the top of these he pulled out two flat little pillows. These he
+placed in position, and turned back some of the blankets.
+
+"Carley, you crawl in here, pile the blankets up, and the tarp over them,"
+directed Glenn. "If it rains pull the tarp up over your head--and let it
+rain."
+
+This direction sounded in Glenn's cheery voice a good deal more pleasurable
+than the possibilities suggested. Surely that cedar tree could not keep off
+rain or snow.
+
+"Glenn, how about--about animals--and crawling things, you know?" queried
+Carley.
+
+"Oh, there are a few tarantulas and centipedes, and sometimes a scorpion.
+But these don't crawl around much at night. The only thing to worry about
+are the hydrophobia skunks."
+
+"What on earth are they?" asked Carley, quite aghast.
+
+"Skunks are polecats, you know," replied Glenn, cheerfully. "Sometimes one
+gets bitten by a coyote that has rabies, and then he's a dangerous
+customer. He has no fear and he may run across you and bite you in the
+face. Queer how they generally bite your nose. Two men have been bitten
+since I've been here. One of them died, and the other had to go to the
+Pasteur Institute with a well-developed case of hydrophobia."
+
+"Good heavens!" cried Carley, horrified.
+
+"You needn't be afraid," said Glenn. "I'll tie one of the dogs near your
+bed."
+
+Carley wondered whether Glenn's casual, easy tone had been adopted for her
+benefit or was merely an assimilation from this Western life. Not
+improbably Glenn himself might be capable of playing a trick on her. Carley
+endeavored to fortify herself against disaster, so that when it befell she
+might not be wholly ludicrous.
+
+With the coming of twilight a cold, keen wind moaned through the cedars.
+Carley would have hovered close to the fire even if she had not been too
+tired to exert herself. Despite her aches, she did justice to the supper.
+It amazed her that appetite consumed her to the extent of overcoming a
+distaste for this strong, coarse cooking. Before the meal ended darkness
+had fallen, a windy raw darkness that enveloped heavily like a blanket.
+Presently Carley edged closer to the fire, and there she stayed,
+alternately turning back and front to the welcome heat. She seemingly
+roasted hands, face, and knees while her back froze. The wind blew the
+smoke in all directions. When she groped around with blurred, smarting eyes
+to escape the hot smoke, it followed her. The other members of the party
+sat comfortably on sacks or rocks, without much notice of the smoke that so
+exasperated Carley. Twice Glenn insisted that she take a seat he had fixed
+for her, but she preferred to stand and move around a little.
+
+By and by the camp tasks of the men appeared to be ended, and all gathered
+near the fire to lounge and smoke and talk. Glenn and Hutter engaged in
+interested conversation with two Mexicans, evidently sheep herders. If the
+wind and cold had not made Carley so uncomfortable she might have found the
+scene picturesque. How black the night! She could scarcely distinguish the
+sky at all. The cedar branches swished in the wind, and from the gloom came
+a low sound of waves lapping a rocky shore. Presently Glenn held up a hand.
+
+"Listen, Carley!" he said.
+
+Then she heard strange wild yelps, staccato, piercing, somehow infinitely
+lonely. They made her shudder.
+
+"Coyotes," said Glenn. "You'll come to love that chorus. Hear the dogs bark
+back."
+
+Carley listened with interest, but she was inclined to doubt that she would
+ever become enamoured of such wild cries.
+
+"Do coyotes come near camp?" she queried.
+
+"Shore. Sometimes they pull your pillow out from under your head," replied
+Flo, laconically.
+
+Carley did not ask any more questions. Natural history was not her favorite
+study and she was sure she could dispense with any first-hand knowledge of
+desert beasts. She thought, however, she heard one of the men say, "Big
+varmint prowlin' round the sheep." To which Hutter replied, "Reckon it was
+a bear." And Glenn said, "I saw his fresh track by the lake. Some bear!"
+
+The heat from the fire made Carley so drowsy that she could scarcely hold
+up her head. She longed for bed even if it was out there in the open.
+Presently Flo called her: "Come. Let's walk a little before turning in."
+
+So Carley permitted herself to be led to and fro down an open aisle between
+some cedars. The far end of that aisle, dark, gloomy, with the bushy
+secretive cedars all around, caused Carley apprehension she was ashamed to
+admit. Flo talked eloquently about the joys of camp life, and how the
+harder any outdoor task was and the more endurance and pain it required,
+the more pride and pleasure one had in remembering it. Carley was weighing
+the import of these words when suddenly Flo clutched her arm. "What's
+that?" she whispered, tensely.
+
+Carley stood stockstill. They had reached the furthermost end of that
+aisle, but had turned to go back. The flare of the camp fire threw a wan
+light into the shadows before them. There came a rustling in the brush, a
+snapping of twigs. Cold tremors chased up and down Carley's back.
+
+"Shore it's a varmint, all right. Let's hurry," whispered Flo.
+
+Carley needed no urging. It appeared that Flo was not going to run. She
+walked fast, peering back over her shoulder, and, hanging to Carley's arm,
+she rounded a large cedar that had obstructed some of the firelight. The
+gloom was not so thick here. And on the instant Carley espied a low, moving
+object, somehow furry, and gray in color. She gasped. She could not speak.
+Her heart gave a mighty throb and seemed to stop.
+
+"What--do you see?" cried Flo, sharply, peering ahead. "Oh! . . . Come,
+Carley. Run!"
+
+Flo's cry showed she must nearly be strangled with terror. But Carley was
+frozen in her tracks. Her eyes were riveted upon the gray furry object. It
+stopped. Then it came faster. It magnified. It was a huge beast. Carley had
+no control over mind, heart, voice, or muscle. Her legs gave way. She was
+sinking. A terrible panic, icy, sickening, rending, possessed her whole
+body.
+
+The huge gray thing came at her. Into the rushing of her ears broke
+thudding sounds. The thing leaped up. A horrible petrifaction suddenly made
+stone of Carley. Then she saw a gray mantlelike object cast aside to
+disclose the dark form of a man. Glenn!
+
+"Carley, dog-gone it! You don't scare worth a cent," he laughingly
+complained.
+
+She collapsed into his arms. The liberating shock was as great as had been
+her terror. She began to tremble violently. Her hands got back a sense of
+strength to clutch. Heart and blood seemed released from that ice-banded vise.
+
+"Say, I believe you were scared," went on Glenn, bending over her.
+
+"Scar-ed!" she gasped. "Oh--there's no word--to tell--what I was!"
+
+Flo came running back, giggling with joy. "Glenn, she shore took you for a
+bear. Why, I felt her go stiff as a post! . . . Ha! Ha! Ha! Carley, now how
+do you like the wild and woolly?"
+
+"Oh! You put up a trick on me!" ejaculated Carley. "Glenn, how could you? 
+. . . Such a terrible trick! I wouldn't have minded something reasonable.
+But that! Oh, I'll never forgive you!"
+
+Glenn showed remorse, and kissed her before Flo in a way that made some
+little amends. "Maybe I overdid it," he said. "But I thought you'd have a
+momentary start, you know, enough to make you yell, and then you'd see
+through it. I only had a sheepskin over my shoulders as I crawled on hands
+and knees."
+
+"Glenn, for me you were a prehistoric monster--a dinosaur, or something,"
+replied Carley.
+
+It developed, upon their return to the campfire circle, that everybody had
+been in the joke; and they all derived hearty enjoyment from it.
+
+"Reckon that makes you one of us," said Hutter, genially. "We've all had
+our scares."
+
+Carley wondered if she were not so constituted that such trickery alienated
+her. Deep in her heart she resented being made to show her cowardice. But
+then she realized that no one had really seen any evidence of her state. It
+was fun to them.
+
+Soon after this incident Hutter sounded what he called the roll-call for
+bed. Following Flo's instructions, Carley sat on their bed, pulled off her
+boots, folded coat and sweater at her head, and slid down under the
+blankets. How strange and hard a bed! Yet Carley had the most delicious
+sense of relief and rest she had ever experienced. She straightened out on
+her back with a feeling that she had never before appreciated the luxury of
+lying down.
+
+Flo cuddled up to her in quite sisterly fashion, saying: "Now don't cover
+your head. If it rains I'll wake and pull up the tarp. Good night, Carley."
+And almost immediately she seemed to fall asleep.
+
+For Carley, however, sleep did not soon come. She had too many aches; the
+aftermath of her shock of fright abided with her; and the blackness of
+night, the cold whip of wind over her face, and the unprotected
+helplessness she felt in this novel bed, were too entirely new and
+disturbing to be overcome at once. So she lay wide eyed, staring at the
+dense gray shadow, at the flickering lights upon the cedar. At length her
+mind formed a conclusion that this sort of thing might be worth the
+hardship once in a lifetime, anyway. What a concession to Glenn's West! In
+the secret seclusion of her mind she had to confess that if her vanity had
+not been so assaulted and humiliated she might have enjoyed herself more.
+It seemed impossible, however, to have thrills and pleasures and
+exaltations in the face of discomfort, privation, and an uneasy
+half-acknowledged fear. No woman could have either a good or a profitable
+time when she was at her worst. Carley thought she would not be averse to
+getting Flo Hutter to New York, into an atmosphere wholly strange and
+difficult, and see how she met situation after situation unfamiliar to her.
+And so Carley's mind drifted on until at last she succumbed to drowsiness.
+
+
+A voice pierced her dreams of home, of warmth and comfort. Something sharp,
+cold, and fragrant was scratching her eyes. She opened them. Glenn stood
+over her, pushing a sprig of cedar into her face.
+
+"Carley, the day is far spent," he said, gayly. "We want to roll up your
+bedding. Will you get out of it?"
+
+"Hello, Glenn! What time is it?" she replied.
+
+"It's nearly six."
+
+"What! . . . Do you expect me to get up at that ungodly hour?"
+
+"We're all up. Flo's eating breakfast. It's going to be a bad day, I'm
+afraid. And we want to get packed and moving before it starts to rain."
+
+"Why do girls leave home?" she asked, tragically.
+
+"To make poor devils happy, of course," he replied, smiling down upon her.
+
+That smile made up to Carley for all the clamoring sensations of stiff,
+sore muscles. It made her ashamed that she could not fling herself into
+this adventure with all her heart. Carley essayed to sit up. "Oh, I'm
+afraid my anatomy has become disconnected! . . . Glenn, do I look a
+sight?" She never would have asked him that if she had not known she could
+bear inspection at such an inopportune moment.
+
+"You look great," he asserted, heartily. "You've got color. And as for your
+hair--I like to see it mussed that way. You were always one to have it
+dressed--just so. . . . Come, Carley, rustle now."
+
+Thus adjured, Carley did her best under adverse circumstances. And she was
+gritting her teeth and complimenting herself when she arrived at the task
+of pulling on her boots. They were damp and her feet appeared to have
+swollen. Moreover, her ankles were sore. But she accomplished getting into
+them at the expense of much pain and sundry utterances more forcible than
+elegant. Glenn brought her warm water, a mitigating circumstance. The
+morning was cold and thought of that biting desert water had been trying.
+
+"Shore you're doing fine," was Flo's greeting. "Come and get it before we
+throw it out."
+
+Carley made haste to comply with the Western mandate, and was once again
+confronted with the singular fact that appetite did not wait upon the
+troubles of a tenderfoot. Glenn remarked that at least she would not starve
+to death on the trip.
+
+"Come, climb the ridge with me," he invited. "I want you to take a look to
+the north and east."
+
+He led her off through the cedars, up a slow red-earth slope, away from the
+lake. A green moundlike eminence topped with flat red rock appeared near at
+hand and not at all a hard climb. Nevertheless, her eyes deceived her, as
+she found to the cost of her breath. It was both far away and high.
+
+"I like this location," said Glenn. "If I had the money I'd buy this
+section of land--six hundred and forty acres--and make a ranch of it. Just
+under this bluff is a fine open flat bench for a cabin. You could see away
+across the desert clear to Sunset Peak. There's a good spring of granite
+water. I'd run water from the lake down into the lower flats, and I'd sure
+raise some stock."
+
+"What do you call this place?" asked Carley, curiously.
+
+"Deep Lake. It's only a watering place for sheep and cattle. But there's
+fine grazing, and it's a wonder to me no one has ever settled here."
+
+Looking down, Carley appreciated his wish to own the place; and immediately
+there followed in her a desire to get possession of this tract of land
+before anyone else discovered its advantages, and to hold it for Glenn. But
+this would surely conflict with her intention of persuading Glenn to go
+back East. As quickly as her impulse had been born it died.
+
+Suddenly the scene gripped Carley. She looked from near to far, trying to
+grasp the illusive something. Wild lonely Arizona land! She saw ragged
+dumpy cedars of gray and green, lines of red earth, and a round space of
+water, gleaming pale under the lowering clouds; and in the distance
+isolated hills, strangely curved, wandering away to a black uplift of earth
+obscured in the sky.
+
+These appeared to be mere steps leading her sight farther and higher to the
+cloud-navigated sky, where rosy and golden effulgence betokened the sun and
+the east. Carley held her breath. A transformation was going on before her
+eyes.
+
+"Carley, it's a stormy sunrise," said Glenn.
+
+His words explained, but they did not convince. Was this sudden-bursting
+glory only the sun rising behind storm clouds? She could see the clouds
+moving while they were being colored. The universal gray surrendered under
+some magic paint brush. The rifts widened, and the gloom of the pale-gray
+world seemed to vanish. Beyond the billowy, rolling, creamy edges of
+clouds, white and pink, shone the soft exquisite fresh blue sky. And a
+blaze of fire, a burst of molten gold, sheered up from behind the rim of
+cloud and suddenly poured a sea of sunlight from east to west. It trans-
+figured the round foothills. They seemed bathed in ethereal light, and the
+silver mists that overhung them faded while Carley gazed, and a rosy flush
+crowned the symmetrical domes. Southward along the horizon line,
+down-dropping veils of rain, just touched with the sunrise tint, streamed
+in drifting slow movement from cloud to earth. To the north the range of
+foothills lifted toward the majestic dome of Sunset Peak, a volcanic
+upheaval of red and purple cinders, bare as rock, round as the lower hills,
+and wonderful in its color. Full in the blaze of the rising sun it flaunted
+an unchangeable front. Carley understood now what had been told her about
+this peak. Volcanic fires had thrown up a colossal mound of cinders burned
+forever to the hues of the setting sun. In every light and shade of day it
+held true to its name. Farther north rose the bold bulk of the San
+Francisco Peaks, that, half lost in the clouds, still dominated the desert
+scene. Then as Carley gazed the rifts began to close. Another
+transformation began, the reverse of what she watched. The golden radiance
+of sunrise vanished, and under a gray, lowering, coalescing pall of cloud
+the round hills returned to their bleak somberness, and the green desert
+took again its cold sheen.
+
+"Wasn't it fine, Carley?" asked Glenn. "But nothing to what you will
+experience. I hope you stay till the weather gets warm. I want you to see a
+summer dawn on the Painted Desert, and a noon with the great white clouds
+rolling up from the horizon, and a sunset of massed purple and gold. If
+they do not get you then I'll give up."
+
+Carley murmured something of her appreciation of what she had just seen.
+Part of his remark hung on her ear, thought-provoking and disturbing. He
+hoped she would stay until summer! That was kind of him. But her visit must
+be short and she now intended it to end with his return East with her. If
+she did not persuade him to go he might not want to go for a while, as he
+had written--"just yet." Carley grew troubled in mind. Such mental
+disturbance, however, lasted no longer than her return with Glenn to camp,
+where the mustang Spillbeans stood ready for her to mount. He appeared to
+put one ear up, the other down, and to look at her with mild surprise, as
+if to say: "What--hello--tenderfoot! Are you going to ride me again?"
+
+Carley recalled that she had avowed she would ride him. There was no
+alternative, and her misgivings only made matters worse. Nevertheless, once
+in the saddle, she imagined she had the hallucination that to ride off so,
+with the long open miles ahead, was really thrilling. This remarkable state
+of mind lasted until Spillbeans began to trot, and then another day of
+misery beckoned to Carley with gray stretches of distance.
+
+She was to learn that misery, as well as bliss, can swallow up the hours.
+She saw the monotony of cedar trees, but with blurred eyes; she saw the
+ground clearly enough, for she was always looking down, hoping for sandy
+places or rocky places where her mustang could not trot.
+
+At noon the cavalcade ahead halted near a cabin and corral, which turned
+out to be a sheep ranch belonging to Hutter. Here Glenn was so busy that he
+had no time to devote to Carley. And Flo, who was more at home on a horse
+than on the ground, rode around everywhere with the men. Most assuredly
+Carley could not pass by the chance to get off Spillbeans and to walk a
+little. She found, however, that what she wanted most was to rest. The
+cabin was deserted, a dark, damp place with a rank odor. She did not stay
+long inside.
+
+Rain and snow began to fall, adding to what Carley felt to be a
+disagreeable prospect. The immediate present, however, was cheered by a cup
+of hot soup and some bread and butter which the herder Charley brought her.
+By and by Glenn and Hutter returned with Flo, and all partook of some
+lunch.
+
+All too soon Carley found herself astride the mustang again. Glenn helped
+her don the slicker, an abominable sticky rubber coat that bundled her up
+and tangled her feet round the stirrups. She was glad to find, though, that
+it served well indeed to protect her from raw wind and rain.
+
+"Where do we go from here?" Carley inquired, ironically.
+
+Glenn laughed in a way which proved to Carley that he knew perfectly well
+how she felt. Again his smile caused her self-reproach. Plain indeed was it
+that he had really expected more of her in the way of complaint and less of
+fortitude. Carley bit her lips.
+
+Thus began the afternoon ride. As it advanced the sky grew more
+threatening, the wind rawer, the cold keener, and the rain cut like little
+bits of sharp ice. It blew in Carley's face. Enough snow fell to whiten the
+open patches of ground. In an hour Carley realized that she had the hardest
+task of her life to ride to the end of the day's journey. No one could have
+guessed her plight. Glenn complimented her upon her adaptation to such
+unpleasant conditions. Flo evidently was on the lookout for the
+tenderfoot's troubles. But as Spillbeans, had taken to lagging at a walk,
+Carley was enabled to conceal all outward sign of her woes. It rained,
+hailed, sleeted, snowed, and grew colder all the time. Carley's feet became
+lumps of ice. Every step the mustang took sent acute pains ramifying from
+bruised and raw places all over her body.
+
+Once, finding herself behind the others and out of sight in the cedars, she
+got off to walk awhile, leading the mustang. This would not do, however,
+because she fell too far in the rear. Mounting again, she rode on,
+beginning to feel that nothing mattered, that this trip would be the end of
+Carley Burch. How she hated that dreary, cold, flat land the road bisected
+without end. It felt as if she rode hours to cover a mile. In open
+stretches she saw the whole party straggling along, separated from one
+another, and each for himself. They certainly could not be enjoying
+themselves. Carley shut her eyes, clutched the pommel of the saddle, trying
+to support her weight. How could she endure another mile? Alas! there might
+be many miles. Suddenly a terrible shock seemed to rack her. But it was
+only that Spillbeans had once again taken to a trot. Frantically she pulled
+on the bridle. He was not to be thwarted. Opening her eyes, she saw a cabin
+far ahead which probably was the destination for the night. Carley knew she
+would never reach it, yet she clung on desperately. What she dreaded was
+the return of that stablike pain in her side. It came, and life seemed
+something abject and monstrous. She rode stiff legged, with her hands
+propping her stiffly above the pommel, but the stabbing pain went right on,
+and in deeper. When the mustang halted his trot beside the other horses
+Carley was in the last extremity. Yet as Glenn came to her, offering a
+hand, she still hid her agony. Then Flo called out gayly: "Carley, you've
+done twenty-five miles on as rotten a day as I remember. Shore we all hand
+it to you. And I'm confessing I didn't think you'd ever stay the ride out.
+Spillbeans is the meanest nag we've got and he has the hardest gait."
+
+
+CHAPTER V
+
+Later Carley leaned back in a comfortable seat, before a blazing fire that
+happily sent its acrid smoke up the chimney, pondering ideas in her mind.
+
+There could be a relation to familiar things that was astounding in its
+revelation. To get off a horse that had tortured her, to discover an almost
+insatiable appetite, to rest weary, aching body before the genial warmth of
+a beautiful fire--these were experiences which Carley found to have been
+hitherto unknown delights. It struck her suddenly and strangely that to
+know the real truth about anything in life might require infinite
+experience and understanding. How could one feel immense gratitude and
+relief, or the delight of satisfying acute hunger, or the sweet comfort of
+rest, unless there had been circumstances of extreme contrast? She had been
+compelled to suffer cruelly on horseback in order to make her appreciate
+how good it was to get down on the ground. Otherwise she never would have
+known. She wondered, then, how true that principle might be in all
+experience. It gave strong food for thought. There were things in the world
+never before dreamed of in her philosophy.
+
+Carley was wondering if she were narrow and dense to circumstances of life
+differing from her own when a remark of Flo's gave pause to her
+reflections.
+
+"Shore the worst is yet to come." Flo had drawled.
+
+Carley wondered if this distressing statement had to do in some way with
+the rest of the trip. She stifled her curiosity. Painful knowledge of that
+sort would come quickly enough.
+
+"Flo, are you girls going to sleep here in the cabin?" inquired Glenn.
+
+"Shore. It's cold and wet outside," replied Flo.
+
+"Well, Felix, the Mexican herder, told me some Navajos had been bunking
+here."
+
+"Navajos? You mean Indians?" interposed Carley, with interest.
+
+"Shore do," said Flo. "I knew that. But don't mind Glenn. He's full of
+tricks, Carley. He'd give us a hunch to lie out in the wet."
+
+Hutter burst into his hearty laugh. "Wal, I'd rather get some things anyday
+than a bad cold."
+
+"Shore I've had both," replied Flo, in her easy drawl, "and I'd prefer the
+cold. But for Carley's sake--"
+
+"Pray don't consider me," said Carley. The rather crude drift of the
+conversation affronted her.
+
+"Well, my dear," put in Glenn, "it's a bad night outside. We'll all make
+our beds here."
+
+"Glenn, you shore are a nervy fellow," drawled Flo.
+
+Long after everybody was in bed Carley lay awake in the blackness of the
+cabin, sensitively fidgeting and quivering over imaginative contact with
+creeping things. The fire had died out. A cold air passed through the room.
+On the roof pattered gusts of rain. Carley heard a rustling of mice. It did
+not seem possible that she could keep awake, yet she strove to do so. But
+her pangs of body, her extreme fatigue soon yielded to the quiet and rest
+of her bed, engendering a drowsiness that proved irresistible.
+
+Morning brought fair weather and sunshine, which helped to sustain Carley
+in her effort to brave out her pains and woes. Another disagreeable day
+would have forced her to humiliating defeat. Fortunately for her, the
+business of the men was concerned with the immediate neighborhood, in which
+they expected to stay all morning.
+
+"Flo, after a while persuade Carley to ride with you to the top of this
+first foothill," said Glenn. "It's not far, and it's worth a good deal to
+see the Painted Desert from there. The day is clear and the air free from
+dust."
+
+"Shore. Leave it to me. I want to get out of camp, anyhow. That conceited
+hombre, Lee Stanton, will be riding in here," answered Flo, laconically.
+
+The slight knowing smile on Glenn's face and the grinning disbelief on Mr.
+Hutter's were facts not lost upon Carley. And when Charley, the herder,
+deliberately winked at Carley, she conceived the idea that Flo, like many
+women, only ran off to be pursued. In some manner Carley did not seek to
+analyze, the purported advent of this Lee Stanton pleased her. But she did
+admit to her consciousness that women, herself included, were both as deep
+and mysterious as the sea, yet as transparent as an inch of crystal water.
+
+It happened that the expected newcomer rode into camp before anyone left.
+Before he dismounted he made a good impression on Carley, and as he stepped
+down in lazy, graceful action, a tall lithe figure, she thought him
+singularly handsome. He wore black sombrero, flannel shirt, blue jeans
+stuffed into high boots, and long, big-roweled spurs.
+
+"How are you-all?" was his greeting.
+
+From the talk that ensued between him and the men, Carley concluded that he
+must be overseer of the sheep hands. Carley knew that Hutter and Glenn were
+not interested in cattle raising. And in fact they were, especially Hutter,
+somewhat inimical to the dominance of the range land by cattle barons of
+Flagstaff.
+
+"When's Ryan goin' to dip?" asked Hutter.
+
+"Today or tomorrow," replied Stanton.
+
+"Reckon we ought to ride over," went on Hutter. "Say, Glenn, do you reckon
+Miss Carley could stand a sheep-dip?"
+
+This was spoken in a low tone, scarcely intended for Carley, but she had
+keen ears and heard distinctly. Not improbably this sheep-dip was what Flo
+meant as the worst to come. Carley adopted a listless posture to hide her
+keen desire to hear what Glenn would reply to Hutter.
+
+"I should say not!" whispered Glenn, fiercely.
+
+"Cut out that talk. She'll hear you and want to go."
+
+Whereupon Carley felt mount in her breast an intense and rebellious
+determination to see a sheep-dip. She would astonish Glenn. What did he
+want, anyway? Had she not withstood the torturing trot of the
+hardest-gaited horse on the range? Carley realized she was going to place
+considerable store upon that feat. It grew on her.
+
+When the consultation of the men ended, Lee Stanton turned to Flo. And
+Carley did not need to see the young man look twice to divine what ailed
+him. He was caught in the toils of love. But seeing through Flo Hutter was
+entirely another matter.
+
+"Howdy, Lee!" she said, coolly, with her clear eyes on him. A tiny frown
+knitted her brow. She did not, at the moment, entirely approve of him.
+
+"Shore am glad to see you, Flo," he said, with rather a heavy expulsion of
+breath. He wore a cheerful grin that in no wise deceived Flo, or Carley
+either. The young man had a furtive expression of eye.
+
+"Ahuh!" returned Flo.
+
+"I was shore sorry about--about that--" he floundered, in low voice.
+
+"About what?"
+
+"Aw, you know, Flo."
+
+Carley strolled out of hearing, sure of two things--that she felt rather
+sorry for Stanton, and that his course of love did not augur well for
+smooth running. What queer creatures were women! Carley had seen several
+million coquettes, she believed; and assuredly Flo Hutter belonged to the
+species.
+
+Upon Carley's return to the cabin she found Stanton and Flo waiting for her
+to accompany them on a ride up the foothill. She was so stiff and sore that
+she could hardly mount into the saddle; and the first mile of riding was
+something like a nightmare. She lagged behind Flo and Stanton, who
+apparently forgot her in their quarrel.
+
+The riders soon struck the base of a long incline of rocky ground that led
+up to the slope of the foothill. Here rocks and gravel gave place to black
+cinders out of which grew a scant bleached grass. This desert verdure was
+what lent the soft gray shade to the foothill when seen from a distance.
+The slope was gentle, so that the ascent did not entail any hardship.
+Carley was amazed at the length of the slope, and also to see how high over
+the desert she was getting. She felt lifted out of a monotonous level. A
+green-gray league-long cedar forest extended down toward Oak Creek. Behind
+her the magnificent bulk of the mountains reached up into the stormy
+clouds, showing white slopes of snow under the gray pall.
+
+The hoofs of the horses sank in the cinders. A fine choking dust assailed
+Carley's nostrils. Presently, when there appeared at least a third of the
+ascent still to be accomplished and Flo dismounted to walk, leading their
+horses. Carley had no choice but to do likewise. At first walking was a
+relief. Soon, however, the soft yielding cinders began to drag at her feet.
+At every step she slipped back a few inches, a very annoying feature of
+climbing. When her legs seemed to grow dead Carley paused for a little
+rest. The last of the ascent, over a few hundred yards of looser cinders,
+taxed her remaining strength to the limit. She grew hot and wet and out of
+breath. Her heart labored. An unreasonable antipathy seemed to attend her
+efforts. Only her ridiculous vanity held her to this task. She wanted to
+please Glenn, but not so earnestly that she would have kept on plodding up
+this ghastly bare mound of cinders. Carley did not mind being a tenderfoot,
+but she hated the thought of these Westerners considering her a weakling.
+So she bore the pain of raw blisters and the miserable sensation of
+staggering on under a leaden weight.
+
+Several times she noted that Flo and Stanton halted to face each other in
+rather heated argument. At least Stanton's red face and forceful gestures
+attested to heat on his part. Flo evidently was weary of argument, and in
+answer to a sharp reproach she retorted, "Shore I was different after he
+came." To which Stanton responded by a quick passionate shrinking as if he
+had been stung.
+
+Carley had her own reaction to this speech she could not help hearing; and
+inwardly, at least, her feeling must have been similar to Stanton's. She
+forgot the object of this climb and looked off to her right at the green
+level without really seeing it. A vague sadness weighed upon her soul. Was
+there to be a tangle of fates here, a conflict of wills, a crossing of
+loves? Flo's terse confession could not be taken lightly. Did she mean that
+she loved Glenn? Carley began to fear it. Only another reason why she must
+persuade Glenn to go back East! But the closer Carley came to what she
+divined must be an ordeal the more she dreaded it. This raw, crude West
+might have confronted her with a situation beyond her control. And as she
+dragged her weighted feet through the cinders, kicking, up little puffs of
+black dust, she felt what she admitted to be an unreasonable resentment
+toward these Westerners and their barren, isolated, and boundless world.
+
+"Carley," called Flo, "come--looksee, as the Indians say. Here is Glenn's
+Painted Desert, and I reckon it's shore worth seeing."
+
+To Carley's surprise, she found herself upon the knob of the foothill. And
+when she looked out across a suddenly distinguishable void she seemed
+struck by the immensity of something she was unable to grasp. She dropped
+her bridle; she gazed slowly, as if drawn, hearing Flo's voice.
+
+"That thin green line of cottonwoods down there is the Little Colorado
+River," Flo was saying. "Reckon it's sixty miles, all down hill. The
+Painted Desert begins there and also the Navajo Reservation. You see the
+white strips, the red veins, the yellow bars, the black lines. They are all
+desert steps leading up and up for miles. That sharp black peak is called
+Wildcat. It's about a hundred miles. You see the desert stretching away to
+the right, growing dim--lost in distance? We don't know that country. But
+that north country we know as landmarks, anyway. Look at that saw-tooth
+range. The Indians call it Echo Cliffs. At the far end it drops off into
+the Colorado River. Lee's Ferry is there--about one hundred and sixty
+miles. That ragged black rent is the Grand Canyon. Looks like a thread,
+doesn't it? But Carley, it's some hole, believe me. Away to the left you
+see the tremendous wall rising and turning to come this way. That's the
+north wall of the Canyon. It ends at the great bluff--Greenland Point. See
+the black fringe above the bar of gold. That's a belt of pine trees. It's
+about eighty miles across this ragged old stone washboard of a desert.
+. . . Now turn and look straight and strain your sight over Wildcat. See
+the rim purple dome. You must look hard. I'm glad it's clear and the sun is
+shining. We don't often get this view. . . . That purple dome is Navajo
+Mountain, two hundred miles and more away!"
+
+Carley yielded to some strange drawing power and slowly walked forward
+until she stood at the extreme edge of the summit.
+
+What was it that confounded her sight? Desert slope--down and down--color--
+distance--space! The wind that blew in her face seemed to have the openness
+of the whole world back of it. Cold, sweet, dry, exhilarating, it breathed
+of untainted vastness. Carley's memory pictures of the Adirondacks faded
+into pastorals; her vaunted images of European scenery changed to operetta
+settings. She had nothing with which to compare this illimitable space.
+
+"Oh!--America!" was her unconscious tribute.
+
+Stanton and Flo had come on to places beside her. The young man laughed.
+"Wal, now Miss Carley, you couldn't say more. When I was in camp trainin'
+for service overseas I used to remember how this looked. An' it seemed one
+of the things I was goin' to fight for. Reckon I didn't the idea of the
+Germans havin' my Painted Desert. I didn't get across to fight for it, but
+I shore was willin'."
+
+"You see, Carley, this is our America," said Flo, softly.
+
+Carley had never understood the meaning of the word. The immensity of the
+West seemed flung at her. What her vision beheld, so far-reaching and
+boundless, was only a dot on the map.
+
+"Does any one live--out there?" she asked, with slow sweep of hand.
+
+"A few white traders and some Indian tribes," replied Stanton. "But you can
+ride all day an' next day an' never see a livin' soul."
+
+What was the meaning of the gratification in his voice? Did Westerners
+court loneliness? Carley wrenched her gaze from the desert void to look at
+her companions. Stanton's eyes were narrowed; his expression had changed;
+lean and hard and still, his face resembled bronze. The careless humor was
+gone, as was the heated flush of his quarrel with Flo. The girl, too, had
+subtly changed, had responded to an influence that had subdued and softened
+her. She was mute; her eyes held a light, comprehensive and all-embracing;
+she was beautiful then. For Carley, quick to read emotion, caught a glimpse
+of a strong, steadfast soul that spiritualized the brown freckled face.
+
+Carley wheeled to gaze out and down into this incomprehensible abyss, and
+on to the far up-flung heights, white and red and yellow, and so on to the
+wonderful mystic haze of distance. The significance of Flo's designation of
+miles could not be grasped by Carley. She could not estimate distance. But
+she did not need that to realize her perceptions were swallowed up by
+magnitude. Hitherto the power of her eyes had been unknown. How splendid to
+see afar! She could see--yes--but what did she see? Space first,
+annihilating space, dwarfing her preconceived images, and then wondrous
+colors! What had she known of color? No wonder artists failed adequately
+and truly to paint mountains, let alone the desert space. The toiling
+millions of the crowded cities were ignorant of this terrible beauty and
+sublimity. Would it have helped them to see? But just to breathe that
+untainted air, just to see once the boundless open of colored sand and
+rock--to realize what the freedom of eagles meant would not that have
+helped anyone?
+
+And with the thought there came to Carley's quickened and struggling mind a
+conception of freedom. She had not yet watched eagles, but she now gazed
+out into their domain. What then must be the effect of such environment on
+people whom it encompassed? The idea stunned Carley. Would such people grow
+in proportion to the nature with which they were in conflict? Hereditary
+influence could not be comparable to such environment in the shaping of
+character.
+
+"Shore I could stand here all day," said Flo. "But it's beginning to cloud
+over and this high wind is cold. So we'd better go, Carley."
+
+"I don't know what I am, but it's not cold," replied Carley.
+
+"Wal, Miss Carley, I reckon you'll have to come again an' again before you
+get a comfortable feelin' here," said Stanton.
+
+It surprised Carley to see that this young Westerner had hit upon the
+truth. He understood her. Indeed she was uncomfortable. She was oppressed,
+vaguely unhappy. But why? The thing there--the infinitude of open sand and
+rock--was beautiful, wonderful, even glorious. She looked again.
+
+Steep black-cindered slope, with its soft gray patches of grass, sheered
+down and down, and out in rolling slope to merge upon a cedar-dotted level.
+Nothing moved below, but a red-tailed hawk sailed across her vision. How
+still--how gray the desert floor as it reached away, losing its black dots,
+and gaining bronze spots of stone! By plain and prairie it fell away, each
+inch of gray in her sight magnifying into its league-long roll. On and on,
+and down across dark lines that were steppes, and at last blocked and
+changed by the meandering green thread which was the verdure of a desert
+river. Beyond stretched the white sand, where whirlwinds of dust sent aloft
+their funnel-shaped spouts; and it led up to the horizon-wide ribs and
+ridges of red and walls of yellow and mountains of black, to the dim mound
+of purple so ethereal and mystic against the deep-blue cloud-curtained band
+of sky.
+
+And on the moment the sun was obscured and that world of colorful flame
+went out, as if a blaze had died.
+
+Deprived of its fire, the desert seemed to retreat, to fade coldly and
+gloomily, to lose its great landmarks in dim obscurity. Closer, around to
+the north, the canyon country yawned with innumerable gray jaws, ragged and
+hard, and the riven earth took on a different character. It had no shadows.
+It grew flat and, like the sea, seemed to mirror the vast gray cloud
+expanse. The sublime vanished, but the desolate remained. No warmth--no
+movement--no life! Dead stone it was, cut into a million ruts by ruthless
+ages. Carley felt that she was gazing down into chaos.
+
+At this moment, as before, a hawk had crossed her vision, so now a raven
+sailed by, black as coal, uttering a hoarse croak.
+
+"Quoth the raven--" murmured Carley, with a half-bitter laugh, as she
+turned away shuddering in spite of an effort of self-control. "Maybe he
+meant this wonderful and terrible West is never for such as I. . . . Come,
+let us go."
+
+Carley rode all that afternoon in the rear of the caravan, gradually
+succumbing to the cold raw wind and the aches and pains to which she had
+subjected her flesh. Nevertheless, she finished the day's journey, and,
+sorely as she needed Glenn's kindly hand, she got off her horse without
+aid.
+
+Camp was made at the edge of the devastated timber zone that Carley had
+found so dispiriting. A few melancholy pines were standing, and everywhere,
+as far as she could see southward, were blackened fallen trees and stumps.
+It was a dreary scene. The few cattle grazing on the bleached grass
+appeared as melancholy as the pines. The sun shone fitfully at sunset, and
+then sank, leaving the land to twilight and shadows.
+
+Once in a comfortable seat beside the camp fire, Carley had no further
+desire to move. She was so far exhausted and weary that she could no longer
+appreciate the blessing of rest. Appetite, too, failed her this meal time.
+Darkness soon settled down. The wind moaned through the pines. She was
+indeed glad to crawl into bed, and not even the thought of skunks could
+keep her awake.
+
+Morning disclosed the fact that gray clouds had been blown away. The sun
+shone bright upon a white-frosted land. The air was still. Carley labored
+at her task of rising, and brushing her hair, and pulling on her boots; and
+it appeared her former sufferings were as naught compared with the pangs of
+this morning. How she hated the cold, the bleak, denuded forest land, the
+emptiness, the roughness, the crudeness! If this sort of feeling grew any
+worse she thought she would hate Glenn. Yet she was nonetheless set upon
+going on, and seeing the sheep-dip, and riding that fiendish mustang until
+the trip was ended.
+
+Getting in the saddle and on the way this morning was an ordeal that made
+Carley actually sick. Glenn and Flo both saw how it was with her, and they
+left her to herself. Carley was grateful for this understanding. It seemed
+to proclaim their respect. She found further matter for satisfaction in the
+astonishing circumstance that after the first dreadful quarter of an hour
+in the saddle she began to feel easier. And at the end of several hours of
+riding she was not suffering any particular pain, though she was weaker.
+
+At length the cut-over land ended in a forest of straggling pines, through
+which the road wound southward, and eventually down into a wide shallow
+canyon. Through the trees Carley saw a stream of water, open fields of
+green, log fences and cabins, and blue smoke. She heard the chug of a
+gasoline engine and the baa-baa of sheep. Glenn waited for her to catch up
+with him, and he said: "Carley, this is one of Hutter's sheep camps. It's
+not a--a very pleasant place. You won't care to see the sheep-dip. So I'm
+suggesting you wait here--"
+
+"Nothing doing, Glenn," she interrupted. "I'm going to see what there is to
+see."
+
+"But, dear--the men--the way they handle sheep--they'll--really it's no
+sight for you," he floundered.
+
+"Why not?" she inquired, eying him.
+
+"Because, Carley--you know how you hate the--the seamy side of things. And
+the stench--why, it'll make you sick!"
+
+"Glenn, be on the level," she said. "Suppose it does. Wouldn't you think
+more of me if I could stand it?"
+
+"Why, yes," he replied, reluctantly, smiling at her, "I would. But I wanted
+to spare you. This trip has been hard. I'm sure proud of you. And, Carley--
+you can overdo it. Spunk is not everything. You simply couldn't stand
+this."
+
+"Glenn, how little you know a woman!" she exclaimed. "Come along and show
+me your old sheep-dip."
+
+They rode out of the woods into an open valley that might have been
+picturesque if it had not been despoiled by the work of man. A log fence
+ran along the edge of open ground and a mud dam held back a pool of
+stagnant water, slimy and green. As Carley rode on the baa-baa of sheep
+became so loud that she could scarcely hear Glenn talking.
+
+Several log cabins, rough hewn and gray with age, stood down inside the
+inclosure; and beyond there were large corrals. From the other side of
+these corrals came sounds of rough voices of men, a trampling of hoofs,
+heavy splashes, the beat of an engine, and the incessant baaing of the
+sheep.
+
+At this point the members of Hutter's party dismounted and tied their
+horses to the top log of the fence. When Carley essayed to get off Glenn
+tried to stop her, saying she could see well enough from there. But Carley
+got down and followed Flo. She heard Hutter call to Glenn: "Say, Ryan is
+short of men. We'll lend a hand for a couple of hours."
+
+Presently Carley reached Flo's side and the first corral that contained
+sheep. They formed a compact woolly mass, rather white in color, with a
+tinge of pink. When Flo climbed up on the fence the flock plunged as one
+animal and with a trampling roar ran to the far side of the corral. Several
+old rams with wide curling horns faced around; and some of the ewes climbed
+up on the densely packed mass. Carley rather enjoyed watching them. She
+surely could not see anything amiss in this sight.
+
+The next corral held a like number of sheep, and also several Mexicans who
+were evidently driving them into a narrow lane that led farther down.
+Carley saw the heads of men above other corral fences, and there was also a
+thick yellowish smoke rising from somewhere.
+
+"Carley, are you game to see the dip?" asked Flo, with good nature that yet
+had a touch of taunt in it.
+
+"That's my middle name," retorted Carley, flippantly.
+
+Both Glenn and this girl seemed to be bent upon bringing out Carley's worst
+side, and they were succeeding. Flo laughed. The ready slang pleased her.
+
+She led Carley along that log fence, through a huge open gate, and across a
+wide pen to another fence, which she scaled. Carley followed her, not
+particularly overanxious to look ahead. Some thick odor had begun to reach
+Carley's delicate nostrils. Flo led down a short lane and climbed another
+fence, and sat astride the top log. Carley hurried along to clamber up to
+her side, but stood erect with her feet on the second log of the fence.
+
+Then a horrible stench struck Carley almost like a blow in the face, and
+before her confused sight there appeared to be drifting smoke and active
+men and running sheep, all against a background of mud. But at first it was
+the odor that caused Carley to close her eyes and press her knees hard
+against the upper log to keep from reeling. Never in her life had such a
+sickening nausea assailed her. It appeared to attack her whole body. The
+forerunning qualm of seasickness was as nothing to this. Carley gave a
+gasp, pinched her nose between her fingers so she could not smell, and
+opened her eyes.
+
+Directly beneath her was a small pen open at one end into which sheep were
+being driven from the larger corral. The drivers were yelling. The sheep in
+the rear plunged into those ahead of them, forcing them on. Two men worked
+in this small pen. One was a brawny giant in undershirt and overalls that
+appeared filthy. He held a cloth in his hand and strode toward the nearest
+sheep. Folding the cloth round the neck of the sheep, he dragged it
+forward, with an ease which showed great strength, and threw it into a pit
+that yawned at the side. Souse went the sheep into a murky, muddy pool and
+disappeared. But suddenly its head came up and then its shoulders. And it
+began half to walk and half swim down what appeared to be a narrow boxlike
+ditch that contained other floundering sheep. Then Carley saw men on each
+side of this ditch bending over with poles that had crooks at the end, and
+their work was to press and pull the sheep along to the end of the ditch,
+and drive them up a boarded incline into another corral where many other
+sheep huddled, now a dirty muddy color like the liquid into which they had
+been emersed. Souse! Splash! In went sheep after sheep. Occasionally one
+did not go under. And then a man would press it under with the crook and
+quickly lift its head. The work went on with precision and speed, in spite
+of the yells and trampling and baa-baas, and the incessant action that gave
+an effect of confusion.
+
+Carley saw a pipe leading from a huge boiler to the ditch. The dark fluid
+was running out of it. From a rusty old engine with big smokestack poured
+the strangling smoke. A man broke open a sack of yellow powder and dumped
+it into the ditch. Then he poured an acid-like liquid after it.
+
+"Sulphur and nicotine," yelled Flo up at Carley. "The dip's poison. If a
+sheep opens his mouth he's usually a goner. But sometimes they save one."
+
+Carley wanted to tear herself away from this disgusting spectacle. But it
+held her by some fascination. She saw Glenn and Hutter fall in line with
+the other men, and work like beavers. These two pacemakers in the small pen
+kept the sheep coming so fast that every worker below had a task cut out
+for him. Suddenly Flo squealed and pointed.
+
+"There! that sheep didn't come up," she cried. "Shore he opened his mouth."
+
+Then Carley saw Glenn energetically plunge his hooked pole in and out and
+around until he had located the submerged sheep. He lifted its head above
+the dip. The sheep showed no sign of life. Down on his knees dropped Glenn,
+to reach the sheep with strong brown hands, and to haul it up on the
+ground, where it flopped inert. Glenn pummeled it and pressed it, and
+worked on it much as Carley had seen a life-guard work over a half-drowned
+man. But the sheep did not respond to Glenn's active administrations.
+
+"No use, Glenn," yelled Hutter, hoarsely. "That one's a goner."
+
+Carley did not fail to note the state of Glenn's hands and arms and
+overalls when he returned to the ditch work. Then back and forth Carley's
+gaze went from one end to the other of that scene. And suddenly it was
+arrested and held by the huge fellow who handled the sheep so brutally.
+Every time he dragged one and threw it into the pit he yelled: "Ho! Ho!"
+Carley was impelled to look at his face, and she was amazed to meet the
+rawest and boldest stare from evil eyes that had ever been her misfortune
+to incite. She felt herself stiffen with a shock that was unfamiliar. This
+man was scarcely many years older than Glenn, yet he had grizzled hair, a
+seamed and scarred visage, coarse, thick lips, and beetling brows, from
+under which peered gleaming light eyes. At every turn he flashed them upon
+Carley's face, her neck, the swell of her bosom. It was instinct that
+caused her hastily to close her riding coat. She felt as if her flesh had
+been burned. Like a snake he fascinated her. The intelligence in his bold
+gaze made the beastliness of it all the harder to endure, all the stronger
+to arouse.
+
+"Come, Carley, let's rustle out of this stinkin' mess," cried Flo.
+
+Indeed, Carley needed Flo's assistance in clambering down out of the
+choking smoke and horrid odor.
+
+"Adios, pretty eyes," called the big man from the pen.
+
+"Well," ejaculated Flo, when they got out, "I'll bet I call Glenn good and
+hard for letting you go down there."
+
+"It was--my--fault," panted Carley. "I said I'd stand it."
+
+"Oh, you're game, all right. I didn't mean the dip. . . . That
+sheep-slinger is Haze Ruff, the toughest hombre on this range. Shore, now,
+wouldn't I like to take a shot at him? . . . I'm going to tell dad and
+Glenn."
+
+"Please don't," returned Carley, appealingly.
+
+"I shore am. Dad needs hands these days. That's why he's lenient. But Glenn
+will cowhide Ruff and I want to see him do it."
+
+In Flo Hutter then Carley saw another and a different spirit of the West, a
+violence unrestrained and fierce that showed in the girl's even voice and
+in the piercing light of her eyes.
+
+They went back to the horses, got their lunches from the saddlebags, and,
+finding comfortable seats in a sunny, protected place, they ate and talked.
+Carley had to force herself to swallow. It seemed that the horrid odor of
+dip and sheep had permeated everything. Glenn had known her better than she
+had known herself, and he had wished to spare her an unnecessary and
+disgusting experience. Yet so stubborn was Carley that she did not regret
+going through with it.
+
+"Carley, I don't mind telling you that you've stuck it out better than any
+tenderfoot we ever had here," said Flo.
+
+"Thank you. That from a Western girl is a compliment I'll not soon forget,"
+replied Carley.
+
+"I shore mean it. We've had rotten weather. And to end the little trip at
+this sheep-dip hole! Why, Glenn certainly wanted you to stack up against
+the real thing!"
+
+"Flo, he did not want me to come on the trip, and especially here,"
+protested Carley.
+
+"Shore I know. But he let you."
+
+"Neither Glenn nor any other man could prevent me from doing what I wanted
+to do."
+
+"Well, if you'll excuse me," drawled Flo, "I'll differ with you. I reckon
+Glenn Kilbourne is not the man you knew before the war."
+
+"No, he is not. But that does not alter the case."
+
+"Carley, we're not well acquainted," went on Flo, more carefully feeling
+her way, "and I'm not your kind. I don't know your Eastern ways. But I know
+what the West does to a man. The war ruined your friend--both his body and
+mind. . . . How sorry mother and I were for Glenn, those days when it
+looked he'd sure 'go west,' for good! . . . Did you know he'd been gassed
+and that he had five hemorrhages?"
+
+"Oh! I knew his lungs had been weakened by gas. But he never told me about
+having hemorrhages."
+
+"Well, he shore had them. The last one I'll never forget. Every time he'd
+cough it would fetch the blood. I could tell! . . . Oh, it was awful. I
+begged him not to cough. He smiled--like a ghost smiling--and he whispered,
+'I'll quit.' . . . And he did. The doctor came from Flagstaff and packed
+him in ice. Glenn sat propped up all night and never moved a muscle. Never
+coughed again! And the bleeding stopped. After that we put him out on the
+porch where he could breathe fresh air all the time. There's something
+wonderfully healing in Arizona air. It's from the dry desert and here it's
+full of cedar and pine. Anyway Glenn got well. And I think the West has
+cured his mind, too."
+
+"Of what?" queried Carley, in an intense curiosity she could scarcely hide.
+
+"Oh, God only knows!" exclaimed Flo, throwing up her gloved hands. "I never
+could understand. But I hated what the war did to him."
+
+Carley leaned back against the log, quite spent. Flo was unwittingly
+torturing her. Carley wanted passionately to give in to jealousy of this
+Western girl, but she could not do it. Flo Hutter deserved better than
+that. And Carley's baser nature seemed in conflict with all that was noble
+in her. The victory did not yet go to either side. This was a bad hour for
+Carley. Her strength had about played out, and her spirit was at low ebb.
+
+"Carley, you're all in," declared Flo. "You needn't deny it. I'm shore
+you've made good with me as a tenderfoot who stayed the limit. But there's
+no sense in your killing yourself, nor in me letting you. So I'm going to
+tell dad we want to go home."
+
+She left Carley there. The word home had struck strangely into Carley's
+mind and remained there. Suddenly she realized what it was to be homesick.
+The comfort, the ease, the luxury, the rest, the sweetness, the pleasure,
+the cleanliness, the gratification to eye and ear--to all the senses--how
+these thoughts came to haunt her! All of Carley's will power had been
+needed to sustain her on this trip to keep her from miserably failing. She
+had not failed. But contact with the West had affronted, disgusted,
+shocked, and alienated her. In that moment she could not be fair minded;
+she knew it; she did not care.
+
+Carley gazed around her. Only one of the cabins was in sight from this
+position. Evidently it was a home for some of these men. On one side the
+peaked rough roof had been built out beyond the wall, evidently to serve as
+a kind of porch. On that wall hung the motliest assortment of things Carley
+had ever seen--utensils, sheep and cow hides, saddles, harness, leather
+clothes, ropes, old sombreros, shovels, stove pipe, and many other articles
+for which she could find no name. The most striking characteristic manifest
+in this collection was that of service. How they had been used! They had
+enabled people to live under primitive conditions. Somehow this fact
+inhibited Carley's sense of repulsion at their rude and uncouth appearance.
+Had any of her forefathers ever been pioneers? Carley did not know, but the
+thought was disturbing. It was thought-provoking. Many times at home, when
+she was dressing for dinner, she had gazed into the mirror at the graceful
+lines of her throat and arms, at the proud poise of her head, at the
+alabaster whiteness of her skin, and wonderingly she had asked of her image:
+"Can it be possible that I am a descendant of cavemen?" She had never been
+able to realize it, yet she knew it was true. Perhaps somewhere not far
+back along her line there had been a great-great-grandmother who had lived
+some kind of a primitive life, using such implements and necessaries as
+hung on this cabin wall, and thereby helped some man to conquer the
+wilderness, to live in it, and reproduce his kind. Like flashes Glenn's
+words came back to Carley--"Work and children!"
+
+Some interpretation of his meaning and how it related to this hour held
+aloof from Carley. If she would ever be big enough to understand it and
+broad enough to accept it the time was far distant. Just now she was sore
+and sick physically, and therefore certainly not in a receptive state of
+mind. Yet how could she have keener impressions than these she was
+receiving? It was all a problem. She grew tired of thinking. But even then
+her mind pondered on, a stream of consciousness over which she had no
+control. This dreary woods was deserted. No birds, no squirrels, no
+creatures such as fancy anticipated! In another direction, across the
+canyon, she saw cattle, gaunt, ragged, lumbering, and stolid. And on the
+moment the scent of sheep came on the breeze. Time seemed to stand still
+here, and what Carley wanted most was for the hours and days to fly, so
+that she would be home again.
+
+At last Flo returned with the men. One quick glance at Glenn convinced
+Carley that Flo had not yet told him about the sheep dipper, Haze Ruff.
+
+"Carley, you're a real sport," declared Glenn, with the rare smile she
+loved. "It's a dreadful mess. And to think you stood it! . . . Why, old
+Fifth Avenue, if you needed to make another hit with me you've done it!"
+
+His warmth amazed and pleased Carley. She could not quite understand why it
+would have made any difference to him whether she had stood the ordeal or
+not. But then every day she seemed to drift a little farther from a real
+understanding of her lover. His praise gladdened her, and fortified her to
+face the rest of this ride back to Oak Creek.
+
+Four hours later, in a twilight so shadowy that no one saw her distress,
+Carley half slipped and half fell from her horse and managed somehow to
+mount the steps and enter the bright living room. A cheerful red fire
+blazed on the hearth; Glenn's hound, Moze, trembled eagerly at sight of her
+and looked up with humble dark eyes; the white-clothed dinner table steamed
+with savory dishes. Flo stood before the blaze, warming her hands. Lee
+Stanton leaned against the mantel, with eyes on her, and every line of his
+lean, hard face expressed his devotion to her. Hutter was taking his seat
+at the head of the table. "Come an' get it--you-all," he called, heartily.
+Mrs. Hutter's face beamed with the spirit of that home. And lastly, Carley
+saw Glenn waiting for her, watching her come, true in this very moment to
+his stern hope for her and pride in her, as she dragged her weary, spent
+body toward him and the bright fire.
+
+By these signs, or the effect of them, Carley vaguely realized that she was
+incalculably changing, that this Carley Burch had become a vastly bigger
+person in the sight of her friends, and strangely in her own a lesser
+creature.
+
+
+CHAPTER VI
+
+If spring came at all to Oak Creek Canyon it warmed into summer before
+Carley had time to languish with the fever characteristic of early June in
+the East.
+
+As if by magic it seemed the green grass sprang up, the green buds opened
+into leaves, the bluebells and primroses bloomed, the apple and peach
+blossoms burst exquisitely white and pink against the blue sky. Oak Creek
+fell to a transparent, beautiful brook, leisurely eddying in the stone
+walled nooks, hurrying with murmur and babble over the little falls. The
+mornings broke clear and fragrantly cool, the noon hours seemed to lag
+under a hot sun, the nights fell like dark mantles from the melancholy
+star-sown sky.
+
+Carley had stubbornly kept on riding and climbing until she killed her
+secret doubt that she was really a thoroughbred, until she satisfied her
+own insistent vanity that she could train to a point where this outdoor
+life was not too much for her strength. She lost flesh despite increase of
+appetite; she lost her pallor for a complexion of gold-brown she knew her
+Eastern friends would admire; she wore out the blisters and aches and
+pains; she found herself growing firmer of muscle, lither of line, deeper
+of chest. And in addition to these physical manifestations there were
+subtle intimations of a delight in a freedom of body she had never before
+known, of an exhilaration in action that made her hot and made her breathe,
+of a sloughing off of numberless petty and fussy and luxurious little
+superficialities which she had supposed were necessary to her happiness.
+What she had undertaken in vain conquest of Glenn's pride and Flo Hutter's
+Western tolerance she had found to be a boomerang. She had won Glenn's
+admiration; she had won the Western girl's recognition. But her passionate,
+stubborn desire had been ignoble, and was proved so by the rebound of her
+achievement, coming home to her with a sweetness she had not the courage to
+accept. She forced it from her. This West with its rawness, its ruggedness,
+she hated.
+
+Nevertheless, the June days passed, growing dreamily swift, growing more
+incomprehensibly full; and still she had not broached to Glenn the main
+object of her visit--to take him back East. Yet a little while longer! She
+hated his work and had not talked of that. Yet an honest consciousness told
+her that as time flew by she feared more and more to tell him that he was
+wasting his life there and that she could not bear it. Still was he wasting
+it? Once in a while a timid and unfamiliar Carley Burch voiced a pregnant
+query. Perhaps what held Carley back most was the happiness she achieved in
+her walks and rides with Glenn. She lingered because of them. Every day she
+loved him more, and yet--there was something. Was it in her or in him? She
+had a woman's assurance of his love and sometimes she caught her breath--so
+sweet and strong was the tumultuous emotion it stirred. She preferred to
+enjoy while she could, to dream instead of think. But it was not possible
+to hold a blank, dreamy, lulled consciousness all the time. Thought would
+return. And not always could she drive away a feeling that Glenn would
+never be her slave. She divined something in his mind that kept him gentle
+and kindly, restrained always, sometimes melancholy and aloof, as if he
+were an impassive destiny waiting for the iron consequences he knew
+inevitably must fall. What was this that he knew which she did not know?
+The idea haunted her. Perhaps it was that which compelled her to use all
+her woman's wiles and charms on Glenn. Still, though it thrilled her to see
+she made him love her more as the days passed, she could not blind herself
+to the truth that no softness or allurement of hers changed this strange
+restraint in him. How that baffled her! Was it resistance or knowledge or
+nobility or doubt?
+
+Flo Hutter's twentieth birthday came along the middle of June, and all the
+neighbors and range hands for miles around were invited to celebrate it.
+
+For the second time during her visit Carley put on the white gown that had
+made Flo gasp with delight, and had stunned Mrs. Hutter, and had brought a
+reluctant compliment from Glenn. Carley liked to create a sensation. What
+were exquisite and expensive gowns for, if not that?
+
+It was twilight on this particular June night when she was ready to go
+downstairs, and she tarried a while on the long porch. The evening star, so
+lonely and radiant, so cold and passionless in the dusky blue, had become
+an object she waited for and watched, the same as she had come to love the
+dreaming, murmuring melody of the waterfall. She lingered there. What had
+the sights and sounds and smells of this wild canyon come to mean to her?
+She could not say. But they had changed her immeasurably.
+
+Her soft slippers made no sound on the porch, and as she turned the corner
+of the house, where shadows hovered thick, she heard Lee Stanton's voice:
+
+"But, Flo, you loved me before Kilbourne came."
+
+The content, the pathos, of his voice chained Carley to the spot. Some
+situations, like fate, were beyond resisting.
+
+"Shore I did," replied Flo, dreamily. This was the voice of a girl who was
+being confronted by happy and sad thoughts on her birthday.
+
+"Don't you--love me--still?" he asked, huskily.
+
+"Why, of course, Lee! I don't change," she said.
+
+"But then, why--" There for the moment his utterance or courage failed.
+
+"Lee, do you want the honest to God's truth?"
+
+"I reckon--I do."
+
+"Well, I love you just as I always did," replied Flo, earnestly. "But, Lee,
+I love him more than you or anybody."
+
+"My Heaven! Flo--you'll ruin us all!" he exclaimed, hoarsely.
+
+"No, I won't either. You can't say I'm not level headed. I hated to tell
+you this, Lee, but you made me."
+
+"Flo, you love me an' him--two men?" queried Stanton, incredulously.
+
+"I shore do," she drawled, with a soft laugh. "And it's no fun."
+
+"Reckon I don't cut much of a figure alongside Kilbourne," said Stanton,
+disconsolately.
+
+"Lee, you could stand alongside any man," replied Flo, eloquently. "You're
+Western, and you're steady and loyal, and you'll--well, some day you'll be
+like dad. Could I say more? . . . But, Lee, this man is different. He is
+wonderful. I can't explain it, but I feel it. He has been through hell's
+fire. Oh! will I ever forget his ravings when he lay so ill? He means more
+to me than just one man. He's American. You're American, too, Lee, and you
+trained to be a soldier, and you would have made a grand one--if I know old
+Arizona. But you were not called to France. . . . Glenn Kilbourne went. God
+only knows what that means. But he went. And there's the difference. I saw
+the wreck of him. I did a little to save his life and his mind. I wouldn't
+be an American girl if I didn't love him. . . . Oh, Lee, can't you
+understand?"
+
+"I reckon so. I'm not begrudging Glenn what--what you care. I'm only afraid
+I'll lose you."
+
+"I never promised to marry you, did I?"
+
+"Not in words. But kisses ought to--?"
+
+"Yes, kisses mean a lot," she replied. "And so far I stand committed. I
+suppose I'll marry you some day and be blamed lucky. I'll be happy, too--
+don't you overlook that hunch. . . . You needn't worry. Glenn is in love
+with Carley. She's beautiful, rich--and of his class. How could he ever see
+me?"
+
+"Flo, you can never tell," replied Stanton, thoughtfully. "I didn't like
+her at first. But I'm comin' round. The thing is, Flo, does she love him as
+you love him?"
+
+"Oh, I think so--I hope so," answered Flo, as if in distress.
+
+"I'm not so shore. But then I can't savvy her. Lord knows I hope so, too.
+If she doesn't--if she goes back East an' leaves him here--I reckon my
+case--"
+
+"Hush! I know she's out here to take him back. Let's go downstairs now."
+
+"Aw, wait--Flo," he begged. "What's your hurry? . . . Come-give me--"
+
+"There! That's all you get, birthday or no birthday," replied Flo, gayly.
+
+Carley heard the soft kiss and Stanton's deep breath, and then footsteps as
+they walked away in the gloom toward the stairway. Carley leaned against
+the log wall. She felt the rough wood--smelled the rusty pine rosin. Her
+other hand pressed her bosom where her heart beat with unwonted vigor.
+Footsteps and voices sounded beneath her. Twilight had deepened into night.
+The low murmur of the waterfall and the babble of the brook floated to her
+strained ears.
+
+Listeners never heard good of themselves. But Stanton's subtle doubt of any
+depth to her, though it hurt, was not so conflicting as the ringing truth
+of Flo Hutter's love for Glenn. This unsought knowledge powerfully affected
+Carley. She was forewarned and forearmed now. It saddened her, yet did not
+lessen her confidence in her hold on Glenn. But it stirred to perplexing
+pitch her curiosity in regard to the mystery that seemed to cling round
+Glenn's transformation of character. This Western girl really knew more
+about Glenn than his fiancee knew. Carley suffered a humiliating shock when
+she realized that she had been thinking of herself, of her love, her life,
+her needs, her wants instead of Glenn's. It took no keen intelligence or
+insight into human nature to see that Glenn needed her more than she needed
+him.
+
+Thus unwontedly stirred and upset and flung back upon pride of herself,
+Carley went downstairs to meet the assembled company. And never had she
+shown to greater contrast, never had circumstance and state of mind
+contrived to make her so radiant and gay and unbending. She heard many
+remarks not intended for her far-reaching ears. An old grizzled Westerner
+remarked to Hutter: "Wall, she's shore an unbroke filly." Another of the
+company--a woman--remarked: "Sweet an' pretty as a columbine. But I'd like
+her better if she was dressed decent." And a gaunt range rider, who stood
+with others at the porch door, looking on, asked a comrade: "Do you reckon
+that's style back East?" To which the other replied: "Mebbe, but I'd gamble
+they're short on silk back East an' likewise sheriffs."
+
+Carley received some meed of gratification out of the sensation she
+created, but she did not carry her craving for it to the point of
+overshadowing Flo. On the contrary, she contrived to have Flo share the
+attention she received. She taught Flo to dance the fox-trot and got Glenn
+to dance with her. Then she taught it to Lee Stanton. And when Lee danced
+with Flo, to the infinite wonder and delight of the onlookers, Carley
+experienced her first sincere enjoyment of the evening.
+
+Her moment came when she danced with Glenn. It reminded her of days long
+past and which she wanted to return again. Despite war tramping and Western
+labors Glenn retained something of his old grace and lightness. But just to
+dance with him was enough to swell her heart, and for once she grew
+oblivious to the spectators.
+
+"Glenn, would you like to go to the Plaza with me again, and dance between
+dinner courses, as we used to?" she whispered up to him.
+
+"Sure I would--unless Morrison knew you were to be there," he replied.
+
+"Glenn! . . . I would not even see him."
+
+"Any old time you wouldn't see Morrison!" he exclaimed, half mockingly.
+
+His doubt, his tone grated upon her. Pressing closer to him, she said,
+"Come back and I'll prove it."
+
+But he laughed and had no answer for her. At her own daring words Carley's
+heart had leaped to her lips. If he had responded, even teasingly, she
+could have burst out with her longing to take him back. But silence
+inhibited her, and the moment passed.
+
+At the end of that dance Hutter claimed Glenn in the interest of
+neighboring sheep men. And Carley, crossing the big living room alone,
+passed close to one of the porch doors. Some one, indistinct in the shadow,
+spoke to her in low voice: "Hello, pretty eyes!"
+
+Carley felt a little cold shock go tingling through her. But she gave no
+sign that she had heard. She recognized the voice and also the epithet.
+Passing to the other side of the room and joining the company there, Carley
+presently took a casual glance at the door. Several men were lounging
+there. One of them was the sheep dipper, Haze Ruff. His bold eyes were on
+her now, and his coarse face wore a slight, meaning smile, as if he
+understood something about her that was a secret to others. Carley dropped
+her eyes. But she could not shake off the feeling that wherever she moved
+this man's gaze followed her. The unpleasantness of this incident would
+have been nothing to Carley had she at once forgotten it. Most
+unaccountably, however, she could not make herself unaware of this
+ruffian's attention. It did no good for her to argue that she was merely
+the cynosure of all eyes. This Ruff's tone and look possessed something
+heretofore unknown to Carley. Once she was tempted to tell Glenn. But that
+would only cause a fight, so she kept her counsel. She danced again, and
+helped Flo entertain her guests, and passed that door often; and once stood
+before it, deliberately, with all the strange and contrary impulse so
+inscrutable in a woman, and never for a moment wholly lost the sense of the
+man's boldness. It dawned upon her, at length, that the singular thing
+about this boldness was its difference from any, which had ever before
+affronted her. The fool's smile meant that he thought she saw his
+attention, and, understanding it perfectly, had secret delight in it. Many
+and various had been the masculine egotisms which had come under her
+observation. But quite beyond Carley was this brawny sheep dipper, Haze
+Ruff. Once the party broke up and the guests had departed, she instantly
+forgot both man and incident.
+
+Next day, late in the afternoon, when Carley came out on the porch, she was
+hailed by Flo, who had just ridden in from down the canyon.
+
+"Hey Carley, come down. I shore have something to tell you," she called.
+
+Carley did not use any time pattering down that rude porch stairway. Flo
+was dusty and hot, and her chaps carried the unmistakable scent of
+sheep-dip.
+
+"Been over to Ryan's camp an' shore rode hard to beat Glenn home," drawled
+Flo.
+
+"Why?" queried Carley, eagerly.
+
+"Reckon I wanted to tell you something Glenn swore he wouldn't let me tell.
+. . . He makes me tired. He thinks you can't stand things."
+
+"Oh! Has he been--hurt?"
+
+"He's skinned an' bruised up some, but I reckon he's not hurt."
+
+"Flo--what happened?" demanded Carley, anxiously.
+
+"Carley, do you know Glenn can fight like the devil?" asked Flo.
+
+"No, I don't. But I remember he used to be athletic. Flo, you make me
+nervous. Did Glenn fight?"
+
+"I reckon he did," drawled Flo.
+
+"With whom?"
+
+"Nobody else but that big hombre, Haze Ruff."
+
+"Oh!" gasped Carley, with a violent start. "That--that ruffian! Flo, did
+you see--were you there?"
+
+"I shore was, an' next to a horse race I like a fight," replied the Western
+girl. "Carley, why didn't you tell me Haze Ruff insulted you last night?"
+
+"Why, Flo--he only said, 'Hello, pretty eyes,' and I let it pass!" said
+Carley, lamely.
+
+"You never want to let anything pass, out West. Because next time you'll
+get worse. This turn your other cheek doesn't go in Arizona. But we shore
+thought Ruff said worse than that. Though from him that's aplenty."
+
+"How did you know?"
+
+"Well, Charley told it. He was standing out here by the door last night an'
+he heard Ruff speak to you. Charley thinks a heap of you an' I reckon he
+hates Ruff. Besides, Charley stretches things. He shore riled Glenn, an' I
+want to say, my dear, you missed the best thing that's happened since you
+got here."
+
+"Hurry--tell me," begged Carley, feeling the blood come to her face.
+
+"I rode over to Ryan's place for dad, an' when I got there I knew nothing
+about what Ruff said to you," began Flo, and she took hold of Carley's
+hand. "Neither did dad. You see, Glenn hadn't got there yet. Well, just as
+the men had finished dipping a bunch of sheep Glenn came riding down,
+lickety cut."
+
+"'Now what the hell's wrong with Glenn?' said dad, getting up from where
+we sat.
+
+"Shore I knew Glenn was mad, though I never before saw him that way. He
+looked sort of grim an' black. . . . Well, he rode right down on us an'
+piled off. Dad yelled at him an' so did I. But Glenn made for the sheep
+pen. You know where we watched Haze Ruff an' Lorenzo slinging the sheep
+into the dip. Ruff was just about to climb out over the fence when Glenn
+leaped up on it."
+
+"'Say, Ruff,' he said, sort of hard, 'Charley an' Ben tell me they heard
+you speak disrespectfully to Miss Burch last night.'"
+
+"Dad an' I ran to the fence, but before we could catch hold of Glenn he'd
+jumped down into the pen."
+
+"'I'm not carin' much for what them herders say,' replied Ruff.
+
+"'Do you deny it?' demanded Glenn.
+
+"'I ain't denyin' nothin', Kilbourne,' growled Ruff. 'I might argue against
+me bein' disrespectful. That's a matter of opinion.'
+
+"'You'll apologize for speaking to Miss Burch or I'll beat you up an' have
+Hutter fire you.'
+
+"'Wal, Kilbourne, I never eat my words,' replied Ruff.
+
+"Then Glenn knocked him flat. You ought to have heard that crack. Sounded
+like Charley hitting a steer with a club. Dad yelled: 'Look out, Glenn. He
+packs a gun!'--Ruff got up mad clear through I reckon. Then they mixed it.
+Ruff got in some swings, but he couldn't reach Glenn's face. An' Glenn
+batted him right an' left, every time in his ugly mug. Ruff got all bloody
+an' he cussed something awful. Glenn beat him against the fence an' then we
+all saw Ruff reach for a gun or knife. All the men yelled. An' shore I
+screamed. But Glenn saw as much as we saw. He got fiercer. He beat Ruff
+down to his knees an' swung on him hard. Deliberately knocked Ruff into the
+dip ditch. What a splash! It wet all of us. Ruff went out of sight. Then he
+rolled up like a huge hog. We were all scared now. That dip's rank poison,
+you know. Reckon Ruff knew that. He floundered along an' crawled up at the
+end. Anyone could see that he had mouth an' eyes tight shut. He began to
+grope an' feel around, trying to find the way to the pond. One of the men
+led him out. It was great to see him wade in the water an' wallow an' souse
+his head under. When he came out the men got in front of him any stopped
+him. He shore looked bad. . . . An' Glenn called to him, 'Ruff, that
+sheep-dip won't go through your tough hide, but a bullet will!"
+
+
+Not long after this incident Carley started out on her usual afternoon
+ride, having arranged with Glenn to meet her on his return from work.
+
+Toward the end of June Carley had advanced in her horsemanship to a point
+where Flo lent her one of her own mustangs. This change might not have had
+all to do with a wonderful difference in riding, but it seemed so to
+Carley. There was as much difference in horses as in people. This mustang
+she had ridden of late was of Navajo stock, but he had been born and raised
+and broken at Oak Creek. Carley had not yet discovered any objection on his
+part to do as she wanted him to. He liked what she liked, and most of all
+he liked to go. His color resembled a pattern of calico, and in accordance
+with Western ways his name was therefore Calico. Left to choose his own
+gait, Calico always dropped into a gentle pace which was so easy and
+comfortable and swinging that Carley never tired of it. Moreover, he did
+not shy at things lying in the road or rabbits darting from bushes or at
+the upwhirring of birds. Carley had grown attached to Calico before she
+realized she was drifting into it; and for Carley to care for anything or
+anybody was a serious matter, because it did not happen often and it
+lasted. She was exceedingly tenacious of affection.
+
+June had almost passed and summer lay upon the lonely land. Such perfect
+and wonderful weather had never before been Carley's experience. The dawns
+broke cool, fresh, fragrant, sweet, and rosy, with a breeze that seemed of
+heaven rather than earth, and the air seemed tremulously full of the murmur
+of falling water and the melody of mocking birds. At the solemn noontides
+the great white sun glared down hot--so hot that t burned the skin, yet
+strangely was a pleasant burn. The waning afternoons were Carley's especial
+torment, when it seemed the sounds and winds of the day were tiring, and
+all things were seeking repose, and life must soften to an unthinking
+happiness. These hours troubled Carley because she wanted them to last, and
+because she knew for her this changing and transforming time could not
+last. So long as she did not think she was satisfied.
+
+Maples and sycamores and oaks were in full foliage, and their bright greens
+contrasted softly with the dark shine of the pines. Through the spaces
+between brown tree trunks and the white-spotted holes of the sycamores
+gleamed the amber water of the creek. Always there was murmur of little
+rills and the musical dash of little rapids. On the surface of still, shady
+pools trout broke to make ever-widening ripples. Indian paintbrush, so
+brightly carmine in color, lent touch of fire to the green banks, and under
+the oaks, in cool dark nooks where mossy bowlders lined the stream, there
+were stately nodding yellow columbines. And high on the rock ledges shot up
+the wonderful mescal stalks, beginning to blossom, some with tints of gold
+and others with tones of red.
+
+Riding along down the canyon, under its looming walls, Carley wondered that
+if unawares to her these physical aspects of Arizona could have become more
+significant than she realized. The thought had confronted her before. Here,
+as always, she fought it and denied it by the simple defense of
+elimination. Yet refusing to think of a thing when it seemed ever present
+was not going to do forever. Insensibly and subtly it might get a hold on
+her, never to be broken. Yet it was infinitely easier to dream than to
+think.
+
+But the thought encroached upon her that it was not a dreamful habit of
+mind she had fallen into of late. When she dreamed or mused she lived
+vaguely and sweetly over past happy hours or dwelt in enchanted fancy upon
+a possible future. Carley had been told by a Columbia professor that she
+was a type of the present age--a modern young woman of materialistic mind.
+Be that as it might, she knew many things seemed loosening from the
+narrowness and tightness of her character, sloughing away like scales,
+exposing a new and strange and susceptible softness of fiber. And this
+blank habit of mind, when she did not think, and now realized that she was
+not dreaming, seemed to be the body of Carley Burch, and her heart and soul
+stripped of a shell. Nerve and emotion and spirit received something from
+her surroundings. She absorbed her environment. She felt. It was a
+delightful state. But when her own consciousness caused it to elude her,
+then she both resented and regretted. Anything that approached permanent
+attachment to this crude and untenanted West Carley would not tolerate for
+a moment. Reluctantly she admitted it had bettered her health, quickened
+her blood, and quite relegated Florida and the Adirondacks, to little
+consideration.
+
+"Well, as I told Glenn," soliloquized Carley, "every time I'm almost won
+over a little to Arizona she gives me a hard jolt. I'm getting near being
+mushy today. Now let's see what I'll get. I suppose that's my pessimism or
+materialism. Funny how Glenn keeps saying its the jolts, the hard knocks,
+the fights that are best to remember afterward. I don't get that at all."
+
+Five miles below West Fork a road branched off and climbed the left side of
+the canyon. It was a rather steep road, long and zigzaging, and full of
+rocks and ruts. Carley did not enjoy ascending it, but she preferred the
+going up to coming down. It took half an hour to climb.
+
+Once up on the flat cedar-dotted desert she was met, full in the face, by a
+hot dusty wind coming from the south. Carley searched her pockets for her
+goggles, only to ascertain that she had forgotten them. Nothing, except a
+freezing sleety wind, annoyed and punished Carley so much as a hard puffy
+wind, full of sand and dust. Somewhere along the first few miles of this
+road she was to meet Glenn. If she turned back for any cause he would be
+worried, and, what concerned her more vitally, he would think she had not
+the courage to face a little dust. So Carley rode on.
+
+The wind appeared to be gusty. It would blow hard awhile, then lull for a
+few moments. On the whole, however, it increased in volume and persistence
+until she was riding against a gale. She had now come to a bare, flat,
+gravelly region, scant of cedars and brush, and far ahead she could see a
+dull yellow pall rising high into the sky. It was a duststorm and it was
+sweeping down on the wings of that gale. Carley remembered that somewhere
+along this flat there was a log cabin which had before provided shelter for
+her and Flo when they were caught in a rainstorm. It seemed unlikely that
+she had passed by this cabin.
+
+Resolutely she faced the gale and knew she had a task to find that refuge.
+If there had been a big rock or bushy cedar to offer shelter she would have
+welcomed it. But there was nothing. When the hard dusty gusts hit her, she
+found it absolutely necessary to shut her eyes. At intervals less windy she
+opened them, and rode on, peering through the yellow gloom for the cabin.
+Thus she got her eyes full of dust--an alkali dust that made them sting and
+smart. The fiercer puffs of wind carried pebbles large enough to hurt
+severely. Then the dust clogged her nose and sand got between her teeth.
+Added to these annoyances was a heat like a blast from a furnace. Carley
+perspired freely and that caked the dust on her face. She rode on,
+gradually growing more uncomfortable and miserable. Yet even then she did
+not utterly lose a sort of thrilling zest in being thrown upon her own
+responsibility. She could hate an obstacle, yet feel something of pride in
+holding her own against it.
+
+Another mile of buffeting this increasing gale so exhausted Carley and
+wrought upon her nerves that she became nearly panic-stricken. It grew
+harder and harder not to turn back. At last she was about to give up when
+right at hand through the flying dust she espied the cabin. Riding behind
+it, she dismounted and tied the mustang to a post. Then she ran around to
+the door and entered.
+
+What a welcome refuge! She was all right now, and when Glenn came along she
+would have added to her already considerable list another feat for which he
+would commend her. With aid of her handkerchief, and the tears that flowed
+so copiously, Carley presently freed her eyes of the blinding dust. But
+when she essayed to remove it from her face she discovered she would need a
+towel and soap and hot water.
+
+The cabin appeared to be enveloped in a soft, swishing, hollow sound. It
+seeped and rustled. Then the sound lulled, only to rise again. Carley went
+to the door, relieved and glad to see that the duststorm was blowing by.
+The great sky-high pall of yellow had moved on to the north. Puffs of dust
+were whipping along the road, but no longer in one continuous cloud. In the
+west, low down the sun was sinking, a dull magenta in hue, quite weird and
+remarkable.
+
+"I knew I'd get the jolt all right," soliloquized Carley, wearily, as she
+walked to a rude couch of poles and sat down upon it. She had begun to cool
+off. And there, feeling dirty and tired, and slowly wearing to the old
+depression, she composed herself to wait.
+
+Suddenly she heard the clip-clop of hoofs. "There! that's Glenn," she
+cried, gladly, and rising, she ran to the door.
+
+She saw a big bay horse bearing a burly rider. He discovered her at the
+same instant, and pulled his horse.
+
+"Ho! Ho! if it ain't Pretty Eyes!" he called out, in gay, coarse voice.
+
+Carley recognized the voice, and then the epithet, before her sight
+established the man as Haze Ruff. A singular stultifying shock passed over
+her.
+
+"Wal, by all thet's lucky!" he said, dismounting. "I knowed we'd meet some
+day. I can't say I just laid fer you, but I kept my eyes open."
+
+Manifestly he knew she was alone, for he did not glance into the cabin.
+
+"I'm waiting for--Glenn," she said, with lips she tried to make stiff.
+
+"Shore I reckoned thet," he replied, genially. "But he won't be along yet
+awhile."
+
+He spoke with a cheerful inflection of tone, as if the fact designated was
+one that would please her; and his swarthy, seamy face expanded into a
+good-humored, meaning smile. Then without any particular rudeness he pushed
+her back from the door, into the cabin, and stepped across the threshold.
+
+"How dare--you!" cried Carley. A hot anger that stirred in her seemed to be
+beaten down and smothered by a cold shaking internal commotion, threatening
+collapse. This man loomed over her, huge, somehow monstrous in his brawny
+uncouth presence. And his knowing smile, and the hard, glinting twinkle of
+his light eyes, devilishly intelligent and keen, in no wise lessened the
+sheer brutal force of him physically. Sight of his bulk was enough to
+terrorize Carley.
+
+"Me! Aw, I'm a darin' hombre an' a devil with the wimmin," he said, with a
+guffaw.
+
+Carley could not collect her wits. The instant of his pushing her back into
+the cabin and following her had shocked her and almost paralyzed her will.
+If she saw him now any the less fearful she could not so quickly rally her
+reason to any advantage.
+
+"Let me out of here," she demanded.
+
+"Nope. I'm a-goin' to make a little love to you," he said, and he reached
+for her with great hairy hands.
+
+Carley saw in them the strength that had so easily swung the sheep. She
+saw, too, that they were dirty, greasy hands. And they made her flesh
+creep.
+
+"Glenn will kill--you," she panted.
+
+"What fer?" he queried, in real or pretended surprise. "Aw, I know wimmin.
+You'll never tell him."
+
+"Yes, I will."
+
+"Wal, mebbe. I reckon you're lyin', Pretty Eyes," he replied, with a grin.
+"Anyhow, I'll take a chance."
+
+"I tell you--he'll kill you," repeated Carley, backing away until her weak
+knees came against the couch.
+
+"What fer, I ask you?" he demanded.
+
+"For this--this insult."
+
+"Huh! I'd like to know who's insulted you. Can't a man take an invitation
+to kiss an' hug a girl--without insultin' her?"
+
+"Invitation! . . . Are you crazy?" queried Carley, bewildered.
+
+"Nope, I'm not crazy, an' I shore said invitation . . . . I meant thet
+white shimmy dress you wore the night of Flo's party. Thet's my invitation
+to get a little fresh with you, Pretty Eyes!"
+
+Carley could only stare at him. His words seemed to have some peculiar,
+unanswerable power.
+
+"Wal, if it wasn't an invitation, what was it?" he asked, with another step
+that brought him within reach of her. He waited for her answer, which was
+not forthcoming.
+
+"Wal, you're gettin' kinda pale around the gills," he went on, derisively.
+"I reckoned you was a real sport. . . . Come here."
+
+He fastened one of his great hands in the front of her coat and gave her a
+pull. So powerful was it that Carley came hard against him, almost knocking
+her breathless. There he held her a moment and then put his other arm round
+her. It seemed to crush both breath and sense out of her. Suddenly limp,
+she sank strengthless. She seemed reeling in darkness. Then she felt herself
+thrust away from him with violence. She sank on the couch and her head and
+shoulders struck the wall.
+
+"Say, if you're a-goin' to keel over like thet I pass," declared Ruff, in
+disgust. "Can't you Eastern wimmin stand nothin?"
+
+Carley's eyes opened and beheld this man in an attitude of supremely
+derisive protest.
+
+"You look like a sick kitten," he added. "When I get me a sweetheart or
+wife I want her to be a wild cat."
+
+His scorn and repudiation of her gave Carley intense relief. She sat up and
+endeavored to collect her shattered nerves. Ruff gazed down at her with
+great disapproval and even disappointment.
+
+"Say, did you have some fool idee I was a-goin' to kill you?" he queried,
+gruffly.
+
+"I'm afraid--I did," faltered Carley. Her relief was a release; it was so
+strange that it was gratefulness.
+
+"Wal, I reckon I wouldn't have hurt you. None of these flop-over Janes for
+me! . . . An' I'll give you a hunch, Pretty Eyes. You might have run acrost
+a fellar thet was no gentleman!"
+
+Of all the amazing statements that had ever been made to Carley, this one
+seemed the most remarkable.
+
+"What'd you wear thet onnatural white dress fer?" he demanded, as if he
+had a right to be her judge.
+
+"Unnatural?" echoed Carley.
+
+"Shore. Thet's what I said. Any woman's dress without top or bottom is
+onnatural. It's not right. Why, you looked like--like"--here he floundered
+for adequate expression--"like one of the devil's angels. An' I want to
+hear why you wore it."
+
+"For the same reason I'd wear any dress," she felt forced to reply.
+
+"Pretty Eyes, thet's a lie. An' you know it's a lie. You wore thet white
+dress to knock the daylights out of men. Only you ain't honest enough to
+say so . . . . Even me or my kind! Even us, who're dirt under your little
+feet. But all the same we're men, an' mebbe better men than you think. If
+you had to put that dress on, why didn't you stay in your room? Naw, you
+had to come down an' strut around an' show off your beauty. An' I ask you--
+if you're a nice girl like Flo Hutter--what'd you wear it fer?"
+
+Carley not only was mute; she felt rise and burn in her a singular shame
+and surprise.
+
+"I'm only a sheep dipper," went on Ruff, "but I ain't no fool. A fellar
+doesn't have to live East an' wear swell clothes to have sense. Mebbe
+you'll learn thet the West is bigger'n you think. A man's a man East or
+West. But if your Eastern men stand for such dresses as thet white one
+they'd do well to come out West awhile, like your lover, Glenn Kilbourne.
+I've been rustlin' round here ten years, an' I never before seen a dress
+like yours--an' I never heerd of a girl bein' insulted, either. Mebbe you
+think I insulted you. Wal, I didn't. Fer I reckon nothin' could insult you
+in thet dress. . . . An' my last hunch is this, Pretty Eyes. You're not
+what a hombre like me calls either square or game. Adios."
+
+His bulky figure darkened the doorway, passed out, and the light of the sky
+streamed into the cabin again. Carley sat staring. She heard Ruff's spurs
+tinkle, then the ring of steel on stirrup, a sodden leathery sound as he
+mounted, and after that a rapid pound of hoofs, quickly dying away.
+
+He was gone. She had escaped something raw and violent. Dazedly she
+realized it, with unutterable relief. And she sat there slowly gathering
+the nervous force that had been shattered. Every word that he had uttered
+was stamped in startling characters upon her consciousness. But she was
+still under the deadening influence of shock. This raw experience was the
+worst the West had yet dealt her. It brought back former states of
+revulsion and formed them in one whole irrefutable and damning judgment
+that seemed to blot out the vaguely dawning and growing happy
+susceptibilities. It was, perhaps, just as well to have her mind reverted
+to realistic fact. The presence of Haze Ruff, the astounding truth of the
+contact with his huge sheep-defiled hands, had been profanation and
+degradation under which she sickened with fear and shame. Yet hovering back
+of her shame and rising anger seemed to be a pale, monstrous, and
+indefinable thought, insistent and accusing, with which she must sooner or
+later reckon. It might have been the voice of the new side of her nature,
+but at that moment of outraged womanhood, and of revolt against the West,
+she would not listen. It might, too, have been the still small voice of
+conscience. But decision of mind and energy coming to her then, she threw
+off the burden of emotion and perplexity, and forced herself into composure
+before the arrival of Glenn.
+
+The dust had ceased to blow, although the wind had by no means died away.
+Sunset marked the west in old rose and gold, a vast flare. Carley espied a
+horseman far down the road, and presently recognized both rider and steed.
+He was coming fast. She went out and, mounting her mustang, she rode out to
+meet Glenn. It did not appeal to her to wait for him at the cabin; besides
+hoof tracks other than those made by her mustang might have been noticed by
+Glenn. Presently he came up to her and pulled his loping horse.
+
+"Hello! I sure was worried," was his greeting, as his gloved hand went out
+to her. "Did you run into that sandstorm?"
+
+"It ran into me, Glenn, and buried me," she laughed.
+
+His fine eyes lingered on her face with glad and warm glance, and the keen,
+apprehensive penetration of a lover.
+
+"Well, under all that dust you look scared," he said.
+
+"Scared! I was worse than that. When I first ran into the flying dirt I was
+only afraid I'd lose my way--and my complexion. But when the worst of the
+storm hit me--then I feared I'd lose my breath."
+
+"Did you face that sand and ride through it all?" he queried.
+
+"No, not all. But enough. I went through the worst of it before I reached
+the cabin," she replied.
+
+"Wasn't it great?"
+
+"Yes--great bother and annoyance," she said, laconically.
+
+Whereupon he reached with long, arm and wrapped it round her as they
+rocked side by side. Demonstrations of this nature were infrequent with Glenn.
+Despite losing one foot out of a stirrup and her seat in the saddle Carley
+rather encouraged it. He kissed her dusty face, and then set her back.
+
+"By George! Carley, sometimes I think you've changed since you've been
+here," he said, with warmth. "To go through that sandstorm without one
+kick--one knock at my West!"
+
+"Glenn, I always think of what Flo says--the worst is yet to come," replied
+Carley, trying to hide her unreasonable and tumultuous pleasure at words of
+praise from him.
+
+"Carley Burch, you don't know yourself," he declared, enigmatically.
+
+"What woman knows herself? But do you know me?"
+
+"Not I. Yet sometimes I see depths in you--wonderful possibilities--
+submerged under your poise--under your fixed, complacent idle attitude
+toward life."
+
+This seemed for Carley to be dangerously skating near thin ice, but she
+could not resist a retort:
+
+"Depths in me? Why I am a shallow, transparent stream like your West Fork!
+. . . And as for possibilities--may I ask what of them you imagine you see?"
+
+"As a girl, before you were claimed by the world, you were earnest at
+heart. You had big hopes and dreams. And you had intellect, too. But you
+have wasted your talents, Carley. Having money, and spending it, living for
+pleasure, you have not realized your powers. . . . Now, don't look hurt.
+I'm not censuring you, It's just the way of modern life. And most of your
+friends have been more careless, thoughtless, useless than you. The aim of
+their existence is to be comfortable, free from work, worry, pain. They
+want pleasure, luxury. And what a pity it is! The best of you girls regard
+marriage as an escape, instead of responsibility. You don't marry to get
+your shoulders square against the old wheel of American progress--to help
+some man make good--to bring a troop of healthy American kids into the
+world. You bare your shoulders to the gaze of the multitude and like it
+best if you are strung with pearls."
+
+"Glenn, you distress me when you talk like this," replied Carley, soberly.
+"You did not use to talk so. It seems to me you are bitter against women."
+
+"Oh no, Carley! I am only sad," he said. "I only see where once I was
+blind. American women are the finest on earth, but as a race, if they don't
+change, they're doomed to extinction."
+
+"How can you say such things?" demanded Carley, with spirit.
+
+"I say them because they are true. Carley, on the level now, tell me how
+many of your immediate friends have children."
+
+Put to a test, Carley rapidly went over in mind her circle of friends, with
+the result that she was somewhat shocked and amazed to realize how few of
+them were even married, and how the babies of her acquaintance were limited
+to three. It was not easy to admit this to Glenn.
+
+"My dear," replied he, "if that does not show you the handwriting on the
+wall, nothing ever will."
+
+"A girl has to find a husband, doesn't she?" asked Carley, roused to
+defense of her sex. "And if she's anybody she has to find one in her set.
+Well, husbands are not plentiful. Marriage certainly is not the end of
+existence these days. We have to get along somehow. The high cost of living
+is no inconsderable factor today. Do you know that most of the better-class
+apartment houses in New York will not take children? Women are not all to
+blame. Take the speed mania. Men must have automobiles. I know one girl who
+wanted a baby, but her husband wanted a car. They couldn't afford both."
+
+"Carley, I'm not blaming women more than men," returned Glenn. "I don't
+know that I blame them as a class. But in my own mind I have worked it all
+out. Every man or woman who is genuinely American should read the signs of
+the times, realize the crisis, and meet it in an American way. Otherwise we
+are done as a race. Money is God in the older countries. But it should
+never become God in America. If it does we will make the fall of Rome pale
+into insignificance."
+
+"Glenn, let's put off the argument," appealed Carley. "I'm not--just up to
+fighting you today. Oh--you needn't smile. I'm not showing a yellow streak,
+as Flo puts it. I'll fight you some other time."
+
+"You're right, Carley," he assented. "Here we are loafing six or seven
+miles from home. Let's rustle along."
+
+Riding fast with Glenn was something Carley had only of late added to her
+achievements. She had greatest pride in it. So she urged her mustang to
+keep pace with Glenn's horse and gave herself up to the thrill of the
+motion and feel of wind and sense of flying along. At a good swinging lope
+Calico covered ground swiftly and did not tire. Carley rode the two miles
+to the rim of the canyon, keeping alongside of Glenn all the way. Indeed,
+for one long level stretch she and Glenn held hands. When they arrived at
+the descent, which necessitated slow and careful riding, she was hot and
+tingling and breathless, worked by the action into an exuberance of
+pleasure. Glenn complimented her riding as well as her rosy cheeks. There
+was indeed a sweetness in working at a task as she had worked to learn to
+ride in Western fashion. Every turn of her mind seemed to confront her with
+sobering antitheses of thought. Why had she come to love to ride down a
+lonely desert road, through ragged cedars where the wind whipped her face
+with fragrant wild breath, if at the same time she hated the West? Could
+she hate a country, however barren and rough, if it had saved the health
+and happiness of her future husband? Verily there were problems for Carley
+to solve.
+
+Early twilight purple lay low in the hollows and clefts of the canyon. Over
+the western rim a pale ghost of the evening star seemed to smile at Carley,
+to bid her look and look. Like a strain of distant music, the dreamy hum of
+falling water, the murmur and melody of the stream, came again to Carley's
+sensitive ear.
+
+"Do you love this?" asked Glenn, when they reached the green-forested
+canyon floor, with the yellow road winding away into the purple shadows.
+
+"Yes, both the ride--and you," flashed Carley, contrarily. She knew he had
+meant the deep-walled canyon with its brooding solitude.
+
+"But I want you to love Arizona," he said.
+
+"Glenn, I'm a faithful creature. You should be glad of that. I love New
+York."
+
+"Very well, then. Arizona to New York," he said, lightly brushing her cheek
+with his lips. And swerving back into his saddle, he spurred his horse and
+called back over his shoulder: "That mustang and Flo have beaten me many a
+time. Come on."
+
+It was not so much his words as his tone and look that roused Carley. Had
+he resented her loyalty to the city of her nativity? Always there was a
+little rift in the lute. Had his tone and look meant that Flo might catch
+him if Carley could not? Absurd as the idea was, it spurred her to
+recklessness. Her mustang did not need any more than to know she wanted him
+to run. The road was of soft yellow earth flanked with green foliage and
+overspread by pines. In a moment she was racing at a speed she had never
+before half attained on a horse. Down the winding road Glenn's big steed
+sped, his head low, his stride tremendous, his action beautiful. But Carley
+saw the distance between them diminishing. Calico was overtaking the bay.
+She cried out in the thrilling excitement of the moment. Glenn saw her
+gaining and pressed his mount to greater speed. Still he could not draw
+away from Calico. Slowly the little mustang gained. It seemed to Carley
+that riding him required no effort at all. And at such fast pace, with the
+wind roaring in her ears, the walls of green vague and continuous in her
+sight, the sting of pine tips on cheek and neck, the yellow road streaming
+toward her, under her, there rose out of the depths of her, out of the
+tumult of her breast, a sense of glorious exultation. She closed in on
+Glenn. From the flying hoofs of his horse shot up showers of damp sand and
+gravel that covered Carley's riding habit and spattered in her face. She
+had to hold up a hand before her eyes. Perhaps this caused her to lose
+something of her confidence, or her swing in the saddle, for suddenly she
+realized she was not riding well. The pace was too fast for her
+inexperience. But nothing could have stopped her then. No fear or
+awkwardness of hers should be allowed to hamper that thoroughbred mustang.
+Carley felt that Calico understood the situation; or at least he knew he
+could catch and pass this big bay horse, and he intended to do it. Carley
+was hard put to it to hang on and keep the flying sand from blinding her.
+
+When Calico drew alongside the bay horse and brought Carley breast to
+breast with Glenn, and then inch by inch forged ahead of him, Carley pealed
+out an exultant cry. Either it frightened Calico or inspired him, for he
+shot right ahead of Glenn's horse. Then he lost the smooth, wonderful
+action. He seemed hurtling through space at the expense of tremendous
+muscular action. Carley could feel it. She lost her equilibrium. She seemed
+rushing through a blurred green and black aisle of the forest with a gale
+in her face. Then, with a sharp jolt, a break, Calico plunged to the sand.
+Carley felt herself propelled forward out of the saddle into the air, and
+down to strike with a sliding, stunning force that ended in sudden dark
+oblivion.
+
+Upon recovering consciousness she first felt a sensation of oppression in
+her chest and a dull numbness of her whole body. When she opened her eyes
+she saw Glenn bending over her, holding her head on his knee. A wet, cold,
+reviving sensation evidently came from the handkerchief with which he was
+mopping her face.
+
+"Carley, you can't be hurt--really!" he was ejaculating, in eager hope. "It
+was some spill. But you lit on the sand and slid. You can't be hurt."
+
+The look of his eyes, the tone of his voice, the feel of his hands were
+such that Carley chose for a moment to pretend to be very badly hurt
+indeed. It was worth taking a header to get so much from Glenn Kilbourne.
+But she believed she had suffered no more than a severe bruising and
+scraping.
+
+"Glenn--dear," she whispered, very low and very eloquently. "I think--my
+back--is broken. . . . You'll be free--soon."
+
+Glenn gave a terrible start and his face turned a deathly white. He burst
+out with quavering, inarticulate speech.
+
+Carley gazed up at him and then closed her eyes. She could not look at him
+while carrying on such deceit. Yet the sight of him and the feel of him
+then were inexpressibly blissful to her. What she needed most was assurance
+of his love. She had it. Beyond doubt, beyond morbid fancy, the truth had
+proclaimed itself, filling her heart with joy.
+
+Suddenly she flung her arms up around his neck. "Oh--Glenn! It was too good
+a chance to miss! . . . I'm not hurt a bit."
+
+
+CHAPTER VII
+
+The day came when Carley asked Mrs. Hutter: "Will you please put up a nice
+lunch for Glenn and me? I'm going to walk down to his farm where he's
+working, and surprise him."
+
+"That's a downright fine idea," declared Mrs. Hutter, and forthwith bustled
+away to comply with Carley's request.
+
+So presently Carley found herself carrying a bountiful basket on her arm,
+faring forth on an adventure that both thrilled and depressed her. Long
+before this hour something about Glenn's work had quickened her pulse and
+given rise to an inexplicable admiration. That he was big and strong enough
+to do such labor made her proud; that he might want to go on doing it made
+her ponder and brood.
+
+The morning resembled one of the rare Eastern days in June, when the air
+appeared flooded by rich thick amber light. Only the sun here was hotter
+and the shade cooler.
+
+Carley took to the trail below where West Fork emptied its golden-green
+waters into Oak Creek. The red walls seemed to dream and wait under the
+blaze of the sun; the heat lay like a blanket over the still foliage; the
+birds were quiet; only the murmuring stream broke the silence of the
+canyon. Never had Carley felt more the isolation and solitude of Oak Creek
+Canyon. Far indeed from the madding crowd! Only Carley's stubbornness kept
+her from acknowledging the sense of peace that enveloped her--that and the
+consciousness of her own discontent. What would it be like to come to this
+canyon--to give up to its enchantments? That, like many another disturbing
+thought, had to go unanswered, to be driven into the closed chambers of
+Carley's mind, there to germinate subconsciously, and stalk forth some day
+to overwhelm her.
+
+The trail led along the creek, threading a maze of bowlders, passing into
+the shade of cottonwoods, and crossing sun-flecked patches of sand.
+Carley's every step seemed to become slower. Regrets were assailing her.
+Long indeed had she overstayed her visit to the West. She must not linger
+there indefinitely. And mingled with misgiving was a surprise that she had
+not tired of Oak Creek. In spite of all, and of the dislike she vaunted to
+herself, the truth stared at her--she was not tired.
+
+The long-delayed visit to see Glenn working on his own farm must result in
+her talking to him about his work; and in a way not quite clear she
+regretted the necessity for it. To disapprove of Glenn! She received faint
+intimations of wavering, of uncertainty, of vague doubt. But these were
+cried down by the dominant and habitable voice of her personality.
+
+Presently through the shaded and shadowed breadth of the belt of forest she
+saw gleams of a sunlit clearing. And crossing this space to the border of
+trees she peered forth, hoping to espy Glenn at his labors. She saw an old
+shack, and irregular lines of rude fence built of poles of all sizes and
+shapes, and several plots of bare yellow ground, leading up toward the west
+side of the canyon wall. Could this clearing be Glenn's farm? Surely she
+had missed it or had not gone far enough. This was not a farm, but a slash
+in the forested level of the canyon floor, bare and somehow hideous. Dead
+trees were standing in the lots. They had been ringed deeply at the base by
+an ax, to kill them, and so prevent their foliage from shading the soil.
+Carley saw a long pile of rocks that evidently had been carried from the
+plowed ground. There was no neatness, no regularity, although there was
+abundant evidence of toil. To clear that rugged space, to fence it, and
+plow it, appeared at once to Carley an extremely strenuous and useless
+task. Carley persuaded herself that this must be the plot of ground belonging
+to the herder Charley, and she was about to turn on down the creek when
+far up under the bluff she espied a man. He was stalking along and bending
+down, stalking along and bending down. She recognized Glenn. He was planting
+something in the yellow soil.
+
+Curiously Carley watched him, and did not allow her mind to become
+concerned with a somewhat painful swell of her heart. What a stride he had!
+How vigorous he looked, and earnest! He was as intent upon this job as if
+he had been a rustic. He might have been failing to do it well, but he most
+certainly was doing it conscientiously. Once he had said to her that a man
+should never be judged by the result of his labors, but by the nature of
+his effort. A man might strive with all his heart and strength, yet fail.
+Carley watched him striding along and bending down, absorbed in his task,
+unmindful of the glaring hot sun, and somehow to her singularly detached
+from the life wherein he had once moved and to which she yearned to take
+him back. Suddenly an unaccountable flashing query assailed her conscience:
+How dare she want to take him back? She seemed as shocked as if some
+stranger had accosted her. What was this dimming of her eye, this inward
+tremulousness; this dammed tide beating at an unknown and riveted gate of
+her intelligence? She felt more then than she dared to face. She struggled
+against something in herself. The old habit of mind instinctively resisted
+the new, the strange. But she did not come off wholly victorious. The
+Carley Burch whom she recognized as of old, passionately hated this life
+and work of Glenn Kilbourne's, but the rebel self, an unaccountable and
+defiant Carley, loved him all the better for them.
+
+Carley drew a long deep breath before she called Glenn. This meeting would
+be momentous and she felt no absolute surety of herself.
+
+Manifestly he was surprised to hear her call, and, dropping his sack and
+implement, he hurried across the tilled ground, sending up puffs of dust.
+He vaulted the rude fence of poles, and upon sight of her called out
+lustily. How big and virile he looked! Yet he was gaunt and strained. It
+struck Carley that he had not looked so upon her arrival at Oak Creek. Had
+she worried him? The query gave her a pang.
+
+"Sir Tiller of the Fields," said Carley, gayly, "see, your dinner! I
+brought it and I am going to share it."
+
+"You old darling!" he replied, and gave her an embrace that left her cheek
+moist with the sweat of his. He smelled of dust and earth and his body was
+hot. "I wish to God it could be true for always!"
+
+His loving, bearish onslaught and his words quite silenced Carley. How at
+critical moments he always said the thing that hurt her or inhibited her!
+She essayed a smile as she drew back from him.
+
+"It's sure good of you," he said, taking the basket. "I was thinking I'd be
+through work sooner today, and was sorry I had not made a date with you.
+Come, we'll find a place to sit."
+
+Whereupon he led her back under the trees to a half-sunny, half-shady bench
+of rock overhanging the stream. Great pines overshadowed a still, eddying
+pool. A number of brown butterflies hovered over the water, and small trout
+floated like spotted feathers just under the surface. Drowsy summer
+enfolded the sylvan scene.
+
+Glenn knelt at the edge of the brook, and, plunging his hands in, he
+splashed like a huge dog and bathed his hot face and head, and then turned
+to Carley with gay words and laughter, while he wiped himself dry with a
+large red scarf. Carley was not proof against the virility of him then, and
+at the moment, no matter what it was that had made him the man he looked,
+she loved it.
+
+"I'll sit in the sun," he said, designating a place. "When you're hot you
+mustn't rest in the shade, unless you've coat or sweater. But you sit here
+in the shade."
+
+"Glenn, that'll put us too far apart," complained Carley. "I'll sit in the
+sun with you."
+
+The delightful simplicity and happiness of the ensuing hour was something
+Carley believed she would never forget.
+
+"There! we've licked the platter clean," she said. "What starved bears we
+were! . . . . I wonder if I shall enjoy eating--when I get home. I used to
+be so finnicky and picky."
+
+"Carley, don't talk about home," said Glenn, appealingly.
+
+"You dear old farmer, I'd love to stay here and just dream--forever,"
+replied Carley, earnestly. "But I came on purpose to talk seriously."
+
+"Oh, you did! About what?" he returned, with some quick, indefinable change
+of tone and expression.
+
+"Well, first about your work. I know I hurt your feelings when I wouldn't
+listen. But I wasn't ready. I wanted to--to just be gay with you for a
+while. Don't think I wasn't interested. I was. And now, I'm ready to hear
+all about it--and everything."
+
+She smiled at him bravely, and she knew that unless some unforeseen shock
+upset her composure, she would be able to conceal from him anything which
+might hurt his feelings.
+
+"You do look serious," he said, with keen eyes on her.
+
+"Just what are your business relations with Hutter?" she inquired.
+
+"I'm simply working for him," replied Glenn. "My aim is to get an interest
+in his sheep, and I expect to, some day. We have some plans. And one of
+them is the development of that Deep Lake section. You remember--you were
+with us. The day Spillbeans spilled you?"
+
+"Yes, I remember. It was a pretty place," she replied.
+
+Carley did not tell him that for a month past she had owned the Deep Lake
+section of six hundred and forty acres. She had, in fact, instructed Hutter
+to purchase it, and to keep the transaction a secret for the present.
+Carley had never been able to understand the impulse that prompted her to
+do it. But as Hutter had assured her it was a remarkably good investment on
+very little capital, she had tried to persuade herself of its advantages.
+Back of it all had been an irresistible desire to be able some day to
+present to Glenn this ranch site he loved. She had concluded he would
+never wholly dissociate himself from this West; and as he would visit it
+now and then, she had already begun forming plans of her own. She could
+stand a month in Arizona at long intervals.
+
+"Hutter and I will go into cattle raising some day," went on Glenn. "And
+that Deep Lake place is what I want for myself."
+
+"What work are you doing for Hutter?" asked Carley.
+
+"Anything from building fence to cutting timber," laughed Glenn. "I've not
+yet the experience to be a foreman like Lee Stanton. Besides, I have a
+little business all my own. I put all my money in that."
+
+"You mean here--this--this farm?"
+
+"Yes. And the stock I'm raisin'. You see I have to feed corn. And believe
+me, Carley, those cornfields represent some job."
+
+"I can well believe that," replied Carley. "You--you looked it."
+
+"Oh, the hard work is over. All I have to do now it to plant and keep the
+weeds out."
+
+"Glenn, do sheep eat corn?"
+
+"I plant corn to feed my hogs."
+
+"Hogs?" she echoed, vaguely.
+
+"Yes, hogs," he said, with quiet gravity. "The first day you visited my
+cabin I told you I raised hogs, and I fried my own ham for your dinner."
+
+"Is that what you--put your money in?"
+
+"Yes. And Hutter says I've done well."
+
+"Hogs!" ejaculated Carley, aghast.
+
+"My dear, are you growin' dull of comprehension?" retorted Glenn.
+"H-o-g-s." He spelled the word out. "I'm in the hog-raising business, and
+pretty blamed well pleased over my success so far."
+
+Carley caught herself in time to quell outwardly a shock of amaze and
+revulsion. She laughed, and exclaimed against her stupidity. The look of
+Glenn was no less astounding than the content of his words. He was actually
+proud of his work. Moreover, he showed not the least sign that he had any
+idea such information might be startlingly obnoxious to his fiancee.
+
+"Glenn! It's so--so queer," she ejaculated. "That you--Glenn Kilbourne-
+should ever go in for--for hogs! . . . It's unbelievable. How'd you
+ever--ever happen to do it?"
+
+"By Heaven! you're hard on me!" he burst out, in sudden dark, fierce
+passion. "How'd I ever happen to do it? . . . What was there left for me? I
+gave my soul and heart and body to the government--to fight for my country.
+I came home a wreck. What did my government do for me? What did my
+employers do for me? What did the people I fought for do for me? . . .
+Nothing--so help me God--nothing! . . . I got a ribbon and a bouquet--a
+little applause for an hour--and then the sight of me sickened my
+countrymen. I was broken and used. I was absolutely forgotten. . . . But my
+body, my life, my soul meant all to me. My future was ruined, but I wanted
+to live. I had killed men who never harmed me--I was not fit to die. . . .
+I tried to live. So I fought out my battle alone. Alone! . . . No one
+understood. No one cared. I came West to keep from dying of consumption in
+sight of the indifferent mob for whom I had sacrificed myself. I chose to
+die on my feet away off alone somewhere. . . . But I got well. And what
+made me well--and saved my soul--was the first work that offered. Raising
+and tending hogs!"
+
+The dead whiteness of Glenn's face, the lightning scorn of his eyes, the
+grim, stark strangeness of him then had for Carley a terrible harmony with
+this passionate denunciation of her, of her kind, of the America for whom
+he had lost all.
+
+"Oh, Glenn!--forgive--me!" she faltered. "I was only--talking. What do I
+know? Oh, I am blind--blind and little!"
+
+She could not bear to face him for a moment, and she hung her head. Her
+intelligence seemed concentrating swift, wild thoughts round the shock to
+her consciousness. By that terrible expression of his face, by those
+thundering words of scorn, would she come to realize the mighty truth of
+his descent into the abyss and his rise to the heights. Vaguely she began
+to see. An awful sense of her deadness, of her soul-blighting selfishness,
+began to dawn upon her as something monstrous out of dim, gray obscurity.
+She trembled under the reality of thoughts that were not new. How she had
+babbled about Glenn and the crippled soldiers! How she had imagined she
+sympathized! But she had only been a vain, worldly, complacent, effusive
+little fool. She had here the shock of her life, and she sensed a greater
+one, impossible to grasp.
+
+"Carley, that was coming to you," said Glenn, presently, with deep, heavy
+expulsion of breath.
+
+"I only know I love you--more--more," she cried, wildly, looking up and
+wanting desperately to throw herself in his arms.
+
+"I guess you do--a little," he replied. "Sometimes I feel you are a kid.
+Then again you represent the world--your world with its age-old custom--its
+unalterable. . . . But, Carley, let's get back to my work."
+
+"Yes--yes," exclaimed Carley, gladly. "I'm ready to--to go pet your hogs
+--anything."
+
+"By George! I'll take you up," he declared. "I'll bet you won't go near one
+of my hogpens."
+
+"Lead me to it!" she replied, with a hilarity that was only a nervous
+reversion of her state.
+
+"Well, maybe I'd better hedge on the bet," he said, laughing again. "You
+have more in you than I suspect. You sure fooled me when you stood for the
+sheep-dip. But, come on, I'll take you anyway."
+
+So that was how Carley found herself walking arm in arm with Glenn down the
+canyon trail. A few moments of action gave her at least an appearance of
+outward composure. And the state of her emotion was so strained and intense
+that her slightest show of interest must deceive Glenn into thinking her
+eager, responsive, enthusiastic. It certainly appeared to loosen his
+tongue. But Carley knew she was farther from normal than ever before in her
+life, and that the subtle, inscrutable woman's intuition of her presaged
+another shock. Just as she had seemed to change, so had the aspects of the
+canyon undergone some illusive transformation. The beauty of green foliage
+and amber stream and brown tree trunks and gray rocks and red walls was
+there; and the summer drowsiness and languor lay as deep; and the
+loneliness and solitude brooded with its same eternal significance. But
+some nameless enchantment, perhaps of hope, seemed no longer to encompass
+her. A blow had fallen upon her, the nature of which only time could
+divulge.
+
+Glenn led her around the clearing and up to the base of the west wall,
+where against a shelving portion of the cliff had been constructed a rude
+fence of poles. It formed three sides of a pen, and the fourth side was
+solid rock. A bushy cedar tree stood in the center. Water flowed from under
+the cliff, which accounted for the boggy condition of the red earth. This
+pen was occupied by a huge sow and a litter of pigs.
+
+Carley climbed on the fence and sat there while Glenn leaned over the top
+pole and began to wax eloquent on a subject evidently dear to his heart.
+Today of all days Carley made an inspiring listener. Even the shiny, muddy,
+suspicious old sow in no wise daunted her fictitious courage. That filthy
+pen of mud a foot deep, and of odor rancid, had no terrors for her. With an
+arm round Glenn's shoulder she watched the rooting and squealing little
+pigs, and was amused and interested, as if they were far removed from the
+vital issue of the hour. But all the time as she looked and laughed, and
+encouraged Glenn to talk, there seemed to be a strange, solemn, oppressive
+knocking at her heart. Was it only the beat-beat-beat of blood?
+
+"There were twelve pigs in that litter," Glenn was saying, "and now you see
+there are only nine. I've lost three. Mountain lions, bears, coyotes, wild
+cats are all likely to steal a pig. And at first I was sure one of these
+varmints had been robbing me. But as I could not find any tracks, I knew I
+had to lay the blame on something else. So I kept watch pretty closely in
+daytime, and at night I shut the pigs up in the corner there, where you see
+I've built a pen. Yesterday I heard squealing--and, by George! I saw an
+eagle flying off with one of my pigs. Say, I was mad. A great old
+bald-headed eagle--the regal bird you see with America's stars and stripes
+had degraded himself to the level of a coyote. I ran for my rifle, and I
+took some quick shots at him as he flew up. Tried to hit him, too, but I
+failed. And the old rascal hung on to my pig. I watched him carry it to
+that sharp crag way up there on the rim."
+
+"Poor little piggy!" exclaimed Carley. "To think of our American emblem--our
+stately bird of noble warlike mien--our symbol of lonely grandeur and
+freedom of the heights--think of him being a robber of pigpens!--Glenn, I
+begin to appreciate the many-sidedness of things. Even my hide-bound
+narrowness is susceptible to change. It's never too late to learn. This
+should apply to the Society for the Preservation of the American Eagle."
+
+Glenn led her along the base of the wall to three other pens, in each of
+which was a fat old sow with a litter. And at the last enclosure, that
+owing to dry soil was not so dirty, Glenn picked up a little pig and held
+it squealing out to Carley as she leaned over the fence. It was fairly
+white and clean, a little pink and fuzzy, and certainly cute with its
+curled tall.
+
+"Carley Burch, take it in your hands," commanded Glenn.
+
+The feat seemed monstrous and impossible of accomplishment for Carley. Yet
+such was her temper at the moment that she would have undertaken anything.
+
+"Why, shore I will, as Flo says," replied Carley, extending her ungloved
+hands. "Come here, piggy. I christen you Pinky." And hiding an almost
+insupportable squeamishness from Glenn, she took the pig in her hands and
+fondled it.
+
+"By George!" exclaimed Glenn, in huge delight. "I wouldn't have believed
+it. Carley, I hope you tell your fastidious and immaculate Morrison that
+you held one of my pigs in your beautiful hands."
+
+"Wouldn't it please you more to tell him yourself?" asked Carley.
+
+"Yes, it would," declared Glenn, grimly.
+
+This incident inspired Glenn to a Homeric narration of his hog-raising
+experience. In spite of herself the content of his talk interested her. And
+as for the effect upon her of his singular enthusiasm, it was deep and
+compelling. The little-boned Berkshire razorback hogs grew so large and fat
+and heavy that their bones broke under their weight. The Duroc jerseys were
+the best breed in that latitude, owing to their larger and stronger bones,
+that enabled them to stand up under the greatest accumulation of fat.
+
+Glenn told of his droves of pigs running wild in the canyon below. In
+summertime they fed upon vegetation, and at other seasons on acorns, roots,
+bugs, and grubs. Acorns, particularly, were good and fattening feed. They
+ate cedar and juniper berries, and pinyon nuts. And therefore they lived
+off the land, at little or no expense to the owner. The only loss was from
+beasts and birds of prey. Glenn showed Carley how a profitable business
+could soon be established. He meant to fence off side canyons and to
+segregate droves of his hogs, and to raise abundance of corn for winter
+feed. At that time there was a splendid market for hogs, a condition Hutter
+claimed would continue indefinitely in a growing country. In conclusion
+Glenn eloquently told how in his necessity he had accepted gratefully the
+humblest of labors, to find in the hard pursuit of it a rejuvenation of
+body and mind, and a promise of independence and prosperity.
+
+When he had finished, and excused himself to go repair a weak place in the
+corral fence, Carley sat silent, wrapped in strange meditation.
+
+Whither had faded the vulgarity and ignominy she had attached to Glenn's
+raising of hogs? Gone--like other miasmas of her narrow mind! Partly she
+understood him now. She shirked consideration of his sacrifice to his
+country. That must wait. But she thought of his work, and the more she
+thought the less she wondered.
+
+First he had labored with his hands. What infinite meaning lay unfolding to
+her vision! Somewhere out of it all came the conception that man was
+intended to earn his bread by the sweat of his brow. But there was more to
+it than that. By that toil and sweat, by the friction of horny palms, by
+the expansion and contraction of muscle, by the acceleration of blood,
+something great and enduring, something physical and spiritual, came to a
+man. She understood then why she would have wanted to surrender herself to
+a man made manly by toil; she understood how a woman instinctively leaned
+toward the protection of a man who had used his hands--who had strength and
+red blood and virility who could fight like the progenitors of the race.
+Any toil was splendid that served this end for any man. It all went back to
+the survival of the fittest. And suddenly Carley thought of Morrison. He
+could dance and dangle attendance upon her, and amuse her--but how would he
+have acquitted himself in a moment of peril? She had her doubts. Most
+assuredly he could not have beaten down for her a ruffian like Haze Ruff.
+What then should be the significance of a man for a woman?
+
+Carley's querying and answering mind reverted to Glenn. He had found a
+secret in this seeking for something through the labor of hands. All
+development of body must come through exercise of muscles. The virility of
+cell in tissue and bone depended upon that. Thus he had found in toil the
+pleasure and reward athletes had in their desultory training. But when a
+man learned this secret the need of work must become permanent. Did this
+explain the law of the Persians that every man was required to sweat every
+day?
+
+Carley tried to picture to herself Glenn's attitude of mind when he had
+first gone to work here in the West. Resolutely she now denied her
+shrinking, cowardly sensitiveness. She would go to the root of this matter,
+if she had intelligence enough. Crippled, ruined in health, wrecked and
+broken by an inexplicable war, soul-blighted by the heartless, callous
+neglect of government and public, on the verge of madness at the
+insupportable facts, he had yet been wonderful enough, true enough to himself
+and God, to fight for life with the instinct of a man, to fight for his
+mind with a noble and unquenchable faith. Alone indeed he had been alone!
+And by some miracle beyond the power of understanding he had found day by
+day in his painful efforts some hope and strength to go on. He could not
+have had any illusions. For Glenn Kilbourne the health and happiness and
+success most men held so dear must have seemed impossible. His slow, daily,
+tragic, and terrible task must have been something he owed himself. Not for
+Carley Burch! She like all the others had failed him. How Carley shuddered
+in confession of that! Not for the country which had used him and cast him
+off! Carley divined now, as if by a flash of lightning, the meaning of
+Glenn's strange, cold, scornful, and aloof manner when he had encountered
+young men of his station, as capable and as strong as he, who had escaped
+the service of the army. For him these men did not exist. They were less
+than nothing. They had waxed fat on lucrative jobs; they had basked in the
+presence of girls whose brothers and lovers were in the trenches or on the
+turbulent sea, exposed to the ceaseless dread and almost ceaseless toil of
+war. If Glenn's spirit had lifted him to endurance of war for the sake of
+others, how then could it fail him in a precious duty of fidelity to
+himself? Carley could see him day by day toiling in his lonely canyon--
+plodding to his lonely cabin. He had been playing the game--fighting it out
+alone as surely he knew his brothers of like misfortune were fighting.
+
+So Glenn Kilbourne loomed heroically in Carley's transfigured sight. He was
+one of Carley's battle-scarred warriors. Out of his travail he had climbed
+on stepping-stones of his dead self. Resurgam! That had been his
+unquenchable cry. Who had heard it? Only the solitude of his lonely canyon,
+only the waiting, dreaming, watching walls, only the silent midnight
+shadows, only the white, blinking, passionless stars, only the wild
+creatures of his haunts, only the moaning wind in the pines--only these had
+been with him in his agony. How near were these things to God?
+
+Carley's heart seemed full to bursting. Not another single moment could her
+mounting love abide in a heart that held a double purpose. How bitter the
+assurance that she had not come West to help him! It was self, self, all
+self that had actuated her. Unworthy indeed was she of the love of this
+man. Only a lifetime of devotion to him could acquit her in the eyes of her
+better self. Sweetly and madly raced the thrill and tumult of her blood.
+There must be only one outcome to her romance. Yet the next instant there
+came a dull throbbing--an oppression which was pain--an impondering vague
+thought of catastrophe. Only the fearfulness of love perhaps!
+
+She saw him complete his task and wipe his brown moist face and stride
+toward her, coming nearer, tall and erect with something added to his
+soldierly bearing, with a light in his eyes she could no longer bear.
+
+The moment for which she had waited more than two months had come at last.
+
+"Glenn--when will you go back East?" she asked, tensely and low.
+
+The instant the words were spent upon her lips she realized that he had
+always been waiting and prepared for this question that had been so
+terrible for her to ask.
+
+"Carley," he replied gently, though his voice rang, "I am never going back
+East."
+
+An inward quivering hindered her articulation.
+
+"Never?" she whispered.
+
+"Never to live, or stay any while," he went on. "I might go some time for a
+little visit. . . . But never to live."
+
+"Oh--Glenn!" she gasped, and her hands fluttered out to him. The shock was
+driving home. No amaze, no incredulity succeeded her reception of the fact.
+It was a slow stab. Carley felt the cold blanch of her skin. "Then--this is
+it--the something I felt strange between us?"
+
+"Yes, I knew--and you never asked me," he replied.
+
+"That was it? All the time you knew," she whispered, huskily. "You knew.
+. . . I'd never--marry you--never live out here?"
+
+"Yes, Carley, I knew you'd never be woman enough--American enough--to help
+me reconstruct my broken life out here in the West," he replied, with a sad
+and bitter smile.
+
+That flayed her. An insupportable shame and wounded vanity and clamoring
+love contended for dominance of her emotions. Love beat down all else.
+
+"Dearest--I beg of you--don't break my heart," she implored.
+
+"I love you, Carley," he answered, steadily, with piercing eyes on hers.
+
+"Then come back--home--home with me."
+
+"No. If you love me you will be my wife."
+
+"Love you! Glenn, I worship you," she broke out, passionately. "But I could
+not live here--I could not."
+
+"Carley, did you ever read of the woman who said, 'Whither thou goest,
+there will I go' . . ."
+
+"Oh, don't be ruthless! Don't judge me. . . . I never dreamed of this. I
+came West to take you back."
+
+"My dear, it was a mistake," he said, gently, softening to her distress.
+"I'm sorry I did not write you more plainly. But, Carley, I could not ask
+you to share this--this wilderness home with me. I don't ask it now. I
+always knew you couldn't do it. Yet you've changed so--that I hoped against
+hope. Love makes us blind even to what we see."
+
+"Don't try to spare me. I'm slight and miserable. I stand abased in my own
+eyes. I thought I loved you. But I must love best the crowd--people
+--luxury--fashion--the damned round of things I was born to."
+
+"Carley, you will realize their insufficiency too late," he replied,
+earnestly. "The things you were born to are love, work, children,
+happiness."
+
+"Don't! don't! . . . they are hollow mockery for me," she cried,
+passionately. "Glenn, it is the end. It must come--quickly. . . . You are
+free."
+
+"I do not ask to be free. Wait. Go home and look at it again with different
+eyes. Think things over. Remember what came to me out of the West. I will
+always love you--and I will be here--hoping--"
+
+"I--I cannot listen," she returned, brokenly, and she clenched her hands
+tightly to keep from wringing them. "I--I cannot face you. . . . Here
+is--your ring. . . . You--are--free. . . . Don't stop me--don't come. . . .
+Oh, Glenn, good-by!"
+
+With breaking heart she whirled away from him and hurried down the slope
+toward the trail. The shade of the forest enveloped her. Peering back
+through the trees, she saw Glenn standing where she had left him, as if
+already stricken by the loneliness that must be his lot. A sob broke from
+Carley's throat. She hated herself. She was in a terrible state of
+conflict. Decision had been wrenched from her, but she sensed unending
+strife. She dared not look back again. Stumbling and breathless, she
+hurried on. How changed the atmosphere and sunlight and shadow of the
+canyon! The looming walls had pitiless eyes for her flight. When she
+crossed the mouth of West Fork an almost irresistible force breathed to her
+from under the stately pines.
+
+An hour later she had bidden farewell to the weeping Mrs. Hutter, and to
+the white-faced Flo, and Lolomi Lodge, and the murmuring waterfall, and the
+haunting loneliness of Oak Creek Canyon.
+
+
+CHAPTER VIII
+
+At Flagstaff, where Carley arrived a few minutes before train time, she was
+too busily engaged with tickets and baggage to think of herself or of the
+significance of leaving Arizona. But as she walked into the Pullman she
+overheard a passenger remark, "Regular old Arizona sunset," and that shook
+her heart. Suddenly she realized she had come to love the colorful sunsets,
+to watch and wait for them. And bitterly she thought how that was her way
+to learn the value of something when it was gone.
+
+The jerk and start of the train affected her with singular depressing
+shock. She had burned her last bridge behind her. Had she unconsciously
+hoped for some incredible reversion of Glenn's mind or of her own? A sense
+of irreparable loss flooded over her--the first check to shame and humiliation.
+
+From her window she looked out to the southwest. Somewhere across the cedar
+and pine-greened uplands lay Oak Creek Canyon, going to sleep in its purple
+and gold shadows of sunset. Banks of broken clouds hung to the horizon,
+like continents and islands and reefs set in a turquoise sea. Shafts of
+sunlight streaked down through creamy-edged and purple-centered clouds.
+Vast flare of gold dominated the sunset background.
+
+When the train rounded a curve Carley's strained vision became filled with
+the upheaved bulk of the San Francisco Mountains. Ragged gray grass slopes
+and green forests on end, and black fringed sky lines, all pointed to the
+sharp clear peaks spearing the sky. And as she watched, the peaks slowly
+flushed with sunset hues, and the sky flared golden, and the strength of
+the eternal mountains stood out in sculptured sublimity. Every day for two
+months and more Carley had watched these peaks, at all hours, in every
+mood; and they had unconsciously become a part of her thought. The train
+was relentlessly whirling her eastward. Soon they must become a memory.
+Tears blurred her sight. Poignant regret seemed added to the anguish she
+was suffering. Why had she not learned sooner to see the glory of the
+mountains, to appreciate the beauty and solitude? Why had she not
+understood herself?
+
+The next day through New Mexico she followed magnificent ranges and
+valleys--so different from the country she had seen coming West--so
+supremely beautiful that she wondered if she had only acquired the harvest
+of a seeing eye.
+
+But it was at sunset of the following clay, when the train was speeding
+down the continental slope of prairie land beyond the Rockies, that the
+West took its ruthless revenge.
+
+Masses of strange cloud and singular light upon the green prairie, and a
+luminosity in the sky, drew Carley to the platform of her car, which was
+the last of the train. There she stood, gripping the iron gate, feeling the
+wind whip her hair and the iron-tracked ground speed from under her,
+spellbound and stricken at the sheer wonder and glory of the firmament, and
+the mountain range that it canopied so exquisitely.
+
+A rich and mellow light, singularly clear, seemed to flood out of some
+unknown source. For the sun was hidden. The clouds just above Carley hung
+low, and they were like thick, heavy smoke, mushrooming, coalescing,
+forming and massing, of strange yellow cast of mative. It shaded westward
+into heliotrope and this into a purple so royal, so matchless and rare that
+Carley understood why the purple of the heavens could never be reproduced
+in paint. Here the cloud mass thinned and paled, and a tint of rose began
+to flush the billowy, flowery, creamy white. Then came the surpassing
+splendor of this cloud pageant--a vast canopy of shell pink, a sun-fired
+surface like an opal sea, rippled and webbed, with the exquisite texture of
+an Oriental fabric, pure, delicate, lovely--as no work of human hands could
+be. It mirrored all the warm, pearly tints of the inside whorl of the
+tropic nautilus. And it ended abruptly, a rounded depth of bank, on a broad
+stream of clear sky, intensely blue, transparently blue, as if through the
+lambent depths shone the infinite firmament. The lower edge of this stream
+took the golden lightning of the sunset and was notched for all its
+horizon-long length by the wondrous white glistening-peaked range of the
+Rockies. Far to the north, standing aloof from the range, loomed up the
+grand black bulk and noble white dome of Pikes Peak.
+
+Carley watched the sunset transfiguration of cloud and sky and mountain
+until all were cold and gray. And then she returned to her seat, thoughtful
+and sad, feeling that the West had mockingly flung at her one of its
+transient moments of loveliness.
+
+Nor had the West wholly finished with her. Next day the mellow gold of the
+Kansas wheat fields, endless and boundless as a sunny sea, rich, waving in
+the wind, stretched away before her aching eyes for hours and hours. Here
+was the promise fulfilled, the bountiful harvest of the land, the strength
+of the West. The great middle state had a heart of gold.
+
+East of Chicago Carley began to feel that the long days and nights of
+riding, the ceaseless turning of the wheels, the constant and wearing
+stress of emotion, had removed her an immeasurable distance of miles and
+time and feeling from the scene of her catastrophe. Many days seemed to
+have passed. Many had been the hours of her bitter regret and anguish.
+
+Indiana and Ohio, with their green pastoral farms, and numberless villages,
+and thriving cities, denoted a country far removed and different from the
+West, and an approach to the populous East. Carley felt like a wanderer
+coming home. She was restlessly and impatiently glad. But her weariness of
+body and mind, and the close atmosphere of the car, rendered her extreme
+discomfort. Summer had laid its hot hand on the low country east of the
+Mississippi.
+
+Carley had wired her aunt and two of her intimate friends to meet her at
+the Grand Central Station. This reunion soon to come affected Carley in
+recurrent emotions of relief, gladness, and shame. She did not sleep well,
+and arose early, and when the train reached Albany she felt that she could
+hardly endure the tedious hours. The majestic Hudson and the palatial
+mansions on the wooded bluffs proclaimed to Carley that she was back in the
+East. How long a time seemed to have passed! Either she was not the same or
+the aspect of everything had changed. But she believed that as soon as she
+got over the ordeal of meeting her friends, and was home again, she would
+soon see things rationally.
+
+At last the train sheered away from the broad Hudson and entered the
+environs of New York. Carley sat perfectly still, to all outward appearances
+a calm, superbly-poised New York woman returning home, but inwardly
+raging with contending tides. In her own sight she was a disgraceful
+failure, a prodigal sneaking back to the ease and protection of loyal
+friends who did not know her truly. Every familiar landmark in the approach
+to the city gave her a thrill, yet a vague unsatisfied something lingered
+after each sensation.
+
+Then the train with rush and roar crossed the Harlem River to enter New
+York City. As one waking from a dream Carley saw the blocks and squares of
+gray apartment houses and red buildings, the miles of roofs and chimneys,
+the long hot glaring streets full of playing children and cars. Then above
+the roar of the train sounded the high notes of a hurdy-gurdy. Indeed she
+was home. Next to startle her was the dark tunnel, and then the slowing of
+the train to a stop. As she walked behind a porter up the long incline
+toward the station gate her legs seemed to be dead.
+
+In the circle of expectant faces beyond the gate she saw her aunt's, eager
+and agitated, then the handsome pale face of Eleanor Harmon, and beside her
+the sweet thin one of Beatrice Lovell. As they saw her how quick the change
+from expectancy to joy! It seemed they all rushed upon her, and embraced
+her, and exclaimed over her together. Carley never recalled what she said.
+But her heart was full.
+
+"Oh, how perfectly stunning you look!" cried Eleanor, backing away from
+Carley and gazing with glad, surprised eyes.
+
+"Carley!" gasped Beatrice. "You wonderful golden-skinned goddess! . . .
+You're young again, like you were in our school days."
+
+It was before Aunt Mary's shrewd, penetrating, loving gaze that Carley
+quailed.
+
+"Yes, Carley, you look well--better than I ever saw you, but--but--"
+
+"But I don't look happy," interrupted Carley. "I am happy to get home--to
+see you all . . . But--my--my heart is broken!"
+
+A little shocked silence ensued, then Carley found herself being led across
+the lower level and up the wide stairway. As she mounted to the vast-domed
+cathedral-like chamber of the station a strange sensation pierced her with
+a pang. Not the old thrill of leaving New York or returning! Nor was it
+the welcome sight of the hurrying, well-dressed throng of travelers and
+commuters, nor the stately beauty of the station. Carley shut her eyes, and
+then she knew. The dim light of vast space above, the looming gray walls,
+shadowy with tracery of figures, the lofty dome like the blue sky, brought
+back to her the walls of Oak Creek Canyon and the great caverns under the
+ramparts. As suddenly as she had shut her eyes Carley opened them to face
+her friends.
+
+"Let me get it over--quickly," she burst out, with hot blood surging to her
+face. "I--I hated the West. It was so raw--so violent--so big. I think I
+hate it more--now. . . . But it changed me--made me over physically--and
+did something to my soul--God knows what. . . . And it has saved Glenn. Oh!
+he is wonderful! You would never know him. . . . For long I had not the
+courage to tell him I came to bring him back East. I kept putting it off.
+And I rode, I climbed, I camped, I lived outdoors. At first it nearly
+killed me. Then it grew bearable, and easier, until I forgot. I wouldn't be
+honest if I didn't admit now that somehow I had a wonderful time, in spite
+of all. . . . Glenn's business is raising hogs. He has a hog ranch. Doesn't
+it sound sordid? But things are not always what they sound--or seem. Glenn
+is absorbed in his work. I hated it--I expected to ridicule it. But I ended
+by infinitely respecting him. I learned through his hog-raising the real
+nobility of work. . . . Well, at last I found courage to ask him when he
+was coming back to New York. He said 'never!' . . . I realized then my
+blindness, my selfishness. I could not be his wife and live there. I could
+not. I was too small, too miserable, too comfort-loving--too spoiled. And
+all the time he knew this--knew I'd never be big enough to marry him. . . .
+That broke my heart. I left him free--and here I am. . . . I beg you--don't
+ask me any more--and never to mention it to me--so I can forget."
+
+The tender unspoken sympathy of women who loved her proved comforting in
+that trying hour. With the confession ruthlessly made the hard compression
+in Carley's breast subsided, and her eyes cleared of a hateful dimness.
+When they reached the taxi stand outside the station Carley felt a rush of
+hot devitalized air from the street. She seemed not to be able to get air
+into her lungs.
+
+"Isn't it dreadfully hot?" she asked.
+
+"This is a cool spell to what we had last week," replied Eleanor.
+
+"Cool!" exclaimed Carley, as she wiped her moist face. "I wonder if you
+Easterners know the real significance of words."
+
+Then they entered a taxi, to be whisked away apparently through a
+labyrinthine maze of cars and streets, where pedestrians had to run and
+jump for their lives. A congestion of traffic at Fifth Avenue and
+Forty-second Street halted their taxi for a few moments, and here in the
+thick of it Carley had full assurance that she was back in the metropolis.
+Her sore heart eased somewhat at sight of the streams of people passing to
+and fro. How they rushed! Where were they going? What was their story? And
+all the while her aunt held her hand, and Beatrice and Eleanor talked as
+fast as their tongues could wag. Then the taxi clattered on up the Avenue,
+to turn down a side street and presently stop at Carley's home. It was a
+modest three-story brown-stone house. Carley had been so benumbed by
+sensations that she did not imagine she could experience a new one. But
+peering out of the taxi, she gazed dubiously at the brownish-red stone
+steps and front of her home.
+
+"I'm going to have it painted," she muttered, as if to herself.
+
+Her aunt and her friends laughed, glad and relieved to hear such a
+practical remark from Carley. How were they to divine that this
+brownish-red stone was the color of desert rocks and canyon walls?
+
+In a few more moments Carley was inside the house, feeling a sense of
+protection in the familiar rooms that had been her home for seventeen
+years. Once in the sanctity of her room, which was exactly as she had left
+it, her first action was to look in the mirror at her weary, dusty, heated
+face. Neither the brownness of it nor the shadow appeared to harmonize with
+the image of her that haunted the mirror.
+
+"Now!" she whispered low. "It's done. I'm home. The old life--or a new life?
+How to meet either. Now!"
+
+Thus she challenged her spirit. And her intelligence rang at her the
+imperative necessity for action, for excitement, for effort that left no
+time for rest or memory or wakefulness. She accepted the issue. She was
+glad of the stern fight ahead of her. She set her will and steeled her
+heart with all the pride and vanity and fury of a woman who had been
+defeated but who scorned defeat. She was what birth and breeding and
+circumstance had made her. She would seek what the old life held.
+
+What with unpacking and chatting and telephoning and lunching, the day soon
+passed. Carley went to dinner with friends and later to a roof garden. The
+color and light, the gayety and music, the news of acquaintances, the humor
+of the actors--all, in fact, except the unaccustomed heat and noise, were
+most welcome and diverting. That night she slept the sleep of weariness.
+
+Awakening early, she inaugurated a habit of getting up at once, instead of
+lolling in bed, and breakfasting there, and reading her mail, as had been
+her wont before going West. Then she went over business matters with her
+aunt, called on her lawyer and banker, took lunch with Rose Maynard, and
+spent the afternoon shopping. Strong as she was, the unaccustomed heat and
+the hard pavements and the jostle of shoppers and the continual rush of
+sensations wore her out so completely that she did not want any dinner. She
+talked to her aunt a while, then went to bed.
+
+Next day Carley motored through Central Park, and out of town into
+Westchester County, finding some relief from the seemed to look at the
+dusty trees and the worn greens without really seeing them. In the
+afternoon she called on friends, and had dinner at home with her aunt, and
+then went to a theatre. The musical comedy was good, but the almost
+unbearable heat and the vitiated air spoiled her enjoyment. That night upon
+arriving home at midnight she stepped out of the taxi, and involuntarily,
+without thought, looked up to see the stars. But there were no stars. A
+murky yellow-tinged blackness hung low over the city. Carley recollected
+that stars, and sunrises and sunsets, and untainted air, and silence were
+not for city dwellers. She checked any continuation of the thought.
+
+A few days sufficed to swing her into the old life. Many of Carley's
+friends had neither the leisure nor the means to go away from the city
+during the summer. Some there were who might have afforded that if they had
+seen fit to live in less showy apartments, or to dispense with cars. Other
+of her best friends were on their summer outings in the Adirondacks. Carley
+decided to go with her aunt to Lake Placid about the first of August.
+Meanwhile she would keep going and doing.
+
+She had been a week in town before Morrison telephoned her and added his
+welcome. Despite the gay gladness of his voice, it irritated her. Really,
+she scarcely wanted to see him. But a meeting was inevitable, and besides,
+going out with him was in accordance with the plan she had adopted. So she
+made an engagement to meet him at the Plaza for dinner. When with slow and
+pondering action she hung up the receiver it occurred to her that she
+resented the idea of going to the Plaza. She did not dwell on the reason why.
+
+When Carley went into the reception room of the Plaza that night Morrison
+was waiting for her--the same slim, fastidious, elegant, sallow-faced
+Morrison whose image she had in mind, yet somehow different. He had what
+Carley called the New York masculine face, blase and lined, with eyes that
+gleamed, yet had no fire. But at sight of her his face lighted up.
+
+"By Jove! but you've come back a peach!" he exclaimed, clasping her
+extended hand. "Eleanor told me you looked great. It's worth missing you to
+see you like this."
+
+"Thanks, Larry," she replied. "I must look pretty well to win that
+compliment from you. And how are you feeling? You don't seem robust for a
+golfer and horseman. But then I'm used to husky Westerners."
+
+"Oh, I'm fagged with the daily grind," he said. "I'll be glad to get up in
+the mountains next month. Let's go down to dinner."
+
+They descended the spiral stairway to the grillroom, where an orchestra was
+playing jazz, and dancers gyrated on a polished floor, and diners in
+evening dress looked on over their cigarettes.
+
+"Well, Carley, are you still finicky about the eats?" he queried,
+consulting the menu.
+
+"No. But I prefer plain food," she replied.
+
+"Have a cigarette," he said, holding out his silver monogrammed case.
+
+"Thanks, Larry. I--I guess I'll not take up smoking again. You see, while I
+was West I got out of the habit."
+
+"Yes, they told me you had changed," he returned. "How about drinking?"
+
+"Why, I thought New York had gone dry!" she said, forcing a laugh.
+
+"Only on the surface. Underneath it's wetter than ever."
+
+"Well, I'll obey the law."
+
+He ordered a rather elaborate dinner, and then turning his attention to
+Carley, gave her closer scrutiny. Carley knew then that he had become
+acquainted with the fact of her broken engagement. It was a relief not to
+need to tell him.
+
+"How's that big stiff, Kilbourne?" asked Morrison, suddenly. "Is it true he
+got well?"
+
+"Oh--yes! He's fine," replied Carley with eyes cast down. A hot knot seemed
+to form deep within her and threatened to break and steal along her veins.
+"But if you please--I do not care to talk of him."
+
+"Naturally. But I must tell you that one man's loss is another's gain."
+
+Carley had rather expected renewed courtship from Morrison. She had not,
+however, been prepared for the beat of her pulse, the quiver of her nerves,
+the uprising of hot resentment at the mere mention of Kilbourne. It was
+only natural that Glenn's former rivals should speak of him, and perhaps
+disparagingly. But from this man Carley could not bear even a casual
+reference. Morrison had escaped the army service. He had been given a
+high-salaried post at the ship-yards--the duties of which, if there had
+been any, he performed wherever he happened to be. Morrison's father had
+made a fortune in leather during the war. And Carley remembered Glenn
+telling her he had seen two whole blocks in Paris piled twenty feet deep
+with leather army goods that were never used and probably had never been
+intended to be used. Morrison represented the not inconsiderable number of
+young men in New York who had gained at the expense of the valiant legion
+who had lost. But what had Morrison gained? Carley raised her eyes to gaze
+steadily at him. He looked well-fed, indolent, rich, effete, and supremely
+self-satisfied. She could not see that he had gained anything. She would
+rather have been a crippled ruined soldier.
+
+"Larry, I fear gain and loss are mere words," she said. "The thing that
+counts with me is what you are."
+
+He stared in well-bred surprise, and presently talked of a new dance which
+had lately come into vogue. And from that he passed on to gossip of the
+theatres. Once between courses of the dinner he asked Carley to dance, and
+she complied. The music would have stimulated an Egyptian mummy, Carley
+thought, and the subdued rose lights, the murmur of gay voices, the glide
+and grace and distortion of the dancers, were exciting and pleasurable.
+Morrison had the suppleness and skill of a dancing-master. But he held
+Carley too tightly, and so she told him, and added, "I imbibed some fresh
+pure air while I was out West--something you haven't here--and I don't want
+it all squeezed out of me."
+
+
+The latter days of July Carley made busy--so busy that she lost her tan and
+appetite, and something of her splendid resistance to the dragging heat and
+late hours. Seldom was she without some of her friends. She accepted almost
+any kind of an invitation, and went even to Coney Island, to baseball
+games, to the motion pictures, which were three forms of amusement not
+customary with her. At Coney Island, which she visited with two of her
+younger girl friends, she had the best time since her arrival home. What
+had put her in accord with ordinary people? The baseball games, likewise
+pleased her. The running of the players and the screaming of the spectators
+amused and excited her. But she hated the motion pictures with their
+salacious and absurd misrepresentations of life, in some cases capably
+acted by skillful actors, and in others a silly series of scenes featuring
+some doll-faced girl.
+
+But she refused to go horseback riding in Central Park. She refused to go
+to the Plaza. And these refusals she made deliberately, without asking
+herself why.
+
+On August 1st she accompanied her aunt and several friends to Lake Placid,
+where they established themselves at a hotel. How welcome to Carley's
+strained eyes were the green of mountains, the soft gleam of amber water!
+How sweet and refreshing a breath of cool pure air! The change from New
+York's glare and heat and dirt, and iron-red insulating walls, and
+thronging millions of people, and ceaseless roar and rush, was tremendously
+relieving to Carley. She had burned the candle at both ends. But the beauty
+of the hills and vales, the quiet of the forest, the sight of the stars,
+made it harder to forget. She had to rest. And when she rested she could
+not always converse, or read, or write.
+
+For the most part her days held variety and pleasure. The place was
+beautiful, the weather pleasant, the people congenial. She motored over the
+forest roads, she canoed along the margin of the lake, she played golf and
+tennis. She wore exquisite gowns to dinner and danced during the evenings.
+But she seldom walked anywhere on the trails and, never alone, and she
+never climbed the mountains and never rode a horse.
+
+Morrison arrived and added his attentions to those of other men. Carley
+neither accepted nor repelled them. She favored the association with
+married couples and older people, and rather shunned the pairing off
+peculiar to vacationists at summer hotels. She had always loved to play and
+romp with children, but here she found herself growing to avoid them,
+somehow hurt by sound of pattering feet and joyous laughter. She filled the
+days as best she could, and usually earned quick slumber at night. She
+staked all on present occupation and the truth of flying time.
+
+
+CHAPTER IX
+
+The latter part of September Carley returned to New York.
+
+Soon after her arrival she received by letter a formal proposal of marriage
+from Elbert Harrington, who had been quietly attentive to her during her
+sojourn at Lake Placid. He was a lawyer of distinction, somewhat older than
+most of her friends, and a man of means and fine family. Carley was quite
+surprised. Harrington was really one of the few of her acquaintances whom
+she regarded as somewhat behind the times, and liked him the better for
+that. But she could not marry him, and replied to his letter in as kindly a
+manner as possible. Then he called personally.
+
+"Carley, I've come to ask you to reconsider," he said, with a smile in his
+gray eyes. He was not a tall or handsome man, but he had what women called
+a nice strong face.
+
+"Elbert, you embarrass me," she replied, trying to laugh it out. "Indeed I
+feel honored, and I thank you. But I can't marry you."
+
+"Why not?" he asked, quietly.
+
+"Because I don't love you," she replied.
+
+"I did not expect you to," he said. "I hoped in time you might come to
+care. I've known you a good many years, Carley. Forgive me if I tell you I
+see you are breaking--wearing yourself down. Maybe it is not a husband you
+need so much now, but you do need a home and children. You are wasting your
+life."
+
+"All you say may be true, my friend," replied Carley, with a helpless
+little upflinging of hands. "Yet it does not alter my feelings."
+
+"But you will marry sooner or later?" he queried, persistently.
+
+This straightforward question struck Carley as singularly as if it was one
+she might never have encountered. It forced her to think of things she had
+buried.
+
+"I don't believe I ever will," she answered, thoughtfully.
+
+"That is nonsense, Carley," he went on. "You'll have to marry. What else
+can you do? With all due respect to your feelings--that affair with
+Kilbourne is ended--and you're not the wishy-washy heartbreak kind of a
+girl."
+
+"You can never tell what a woman will do," she said, somewhat coldly.
+
+"Certainly not. That's why I refuse to take no. Carley, be reasonable. You
+like me--respect me, do you not?"
+
+"Why, of course I do!"
+
+"I'm only thirty-five, and I could give you all any sensible woman wants,"
+he said. "Let's make a real American home. Have you thought at all about
+that, Carley? Something is wrong today. Men are not marrying. Wives are not
+having children. Of all the friends I have, not one has a real American
+home. Why, it is a terrible fact! But, Carley, you are not a
+sentimentalist, or a melancholiac. Nor are you a waster. You have fine
+qualities. You need something to do, some one to care for."
+
+"Pray do not think me ungrateful, Elbert," she replied, "nor insensible to
+the truth of what you say. But my answer is no!"
+
+When Harrington had gone Carley went to her room, and precisely as upon her
+return from Arizona she faced her mirror skeptically and relentlessly. "I
+am such a liar that I'll do well to look at myself," she meditated. "Here I
+am again. Now! The world expects me to marry. But what do I expect?"
+
+There was a raw unheated wound in Carley's heart. Seldom had she permitted
+herself to think about it, let alone to probe it with hard materialistic
+queries. But custom to her was as inexorable as life. If she chose to live
+in the world she must conform to its customs. For a woman marriage was the
+aim and the end and the all of existence. Nevertheless, for Carley it could
+not be without love. Before she had gone West she might have had many of
+the conventional modern ideas about women and marriage. But because out
+there in the wilds her love and perception had broadened, now her
+arraignment of herself and her sex was bigger, sterner, more exacting. The
+months she had been home seemed fuller than all the months of her life. She
+had tried to forget and enjoy; she had not succeeded; but she had looked
+with far-seeing eyes at her world. Glenn Kilbourne's tragic fate had opened
+her eyes.
+
+Either the world was all wrong or the people in it were. But if that were
+an extravagant and erroneous supposition, there certainly was proof
+positive that her own small individual world was wrong. The women did not
+do any real work; they did not bear children; they lived on excitement and
+luxury. They had no ideals. How greatly were men to blame? Carley doubted
+her judgment here. But as men could not live without the smiles and
+comradeship and love of women, it was only natural that they should give
+the women what they wanted. Indeed, they had no choice. It was give or go
+without. How much of real love entered into the marriages among her
+acquaintances? Before marriage Carley wanted a girl to be sweet, proud,
+aloof, with a heart of golden fire. Not attainable except through love! It
+would be better that no children be born at all unless born of such
+beautiful love. Perhaps that was why so few children were born. Nature's
+balance and revenge! In Arizona Carley had learned something of the
+ruthlessness and inevitableness of nature. She was finding out she had
+learned this with many other staggering facts.
+
+"I love Glenn still," she whispered, passionately, with trembling lips, as
+she faced the tragic-eyed image of herself in the mirror. "I love him more--
+more. Oh, my God! If I were honest I'd cry out the truth! It is terrible.
+. . . I will always love him. How then could I marry any other man? I would
+be a lie, a cheat. If I could only forget him--only kill that love. Then I
+might love another man--and if I did love him--no matter what I had felt or
+done before, I would be worthy. I could feel worthy. I could give him just
+as much. But without such love I'd give only a husk--a body without soul."
+
+Love, then, was the sacred and holy flame of life that sanctioned the
+begetting of children. Marriage might be a necessity of modern time, but it
+was not the vital issue. Carley's anguish revealed strange and hidden
+truths. In some inexplicable way Nature struck a terrible balance--revenged
+herself upon a people who had no children, or who brought into the world
+children not created by the divinity of love, unyearned for, and therefore
+somehow doomed to carry on the blunders and burdens of life.
+
+Carley realized how right and true it might be for her to throw herself
+away upon an inferior man, even a fool or a knave, if she loved him with
+that great and natural love of woman; likewise it dawned upon her how false
+and wrong and sinful it would be to marry the greatest or the richest or
+the noblest man unless she had that supreme love to give him, and knew it
+was reciprocated.
+
+"What am I going to do with my life?" she asked, bitterly and aghast. "I
+have been--I am a waster. I've lived for nothing but pleasurable sensation.
+I'm utterly useless. I do absolutely no good on earth."
+
+Thus she saw how Harrington's words rang true--how they had precipitated a
+crisis for which her unconscious brooding had long made preparation.
+
+"Why not give up ideals and be like the rest of my kind?" she soliloquized.
+
+That was one of the things which seemed wrong with modern life. She thrust
+the thought from her with passionate scorn. If poor, broken, ruined Glenn
+Kilbourne could cling to an ideal and fight for it, could not she, who had
+all the world esteemed worth while, be woman enough to do the same? The
+direction of her thought seemed to have changed. She had been ready for
+rebellion. Three months of the old life had shown her that for her it was
+empty, vain, farcical, without one redeeming feature. The naked truth was
+brutal, but it cut clean to wholesome consciousness. Such so-called social
+life as she had plunged into deliberately to forget her unhappiness had
+failed her utterly. If she had been shallow and frivolous it might have
+done otherwise. Stripped of all guise, her actions must have been construed
+by a penetrating and impartial judge as a mere parading of her decorated
+person before a number of males with the purpose of ultimate selection.
+
+"I've got to find some work," she muttered, soberly.
+
+At the moment she heard the postman's whistle outside; and a little later
+the servant brought up her mail. The first letter, large, soiled, thick,
+bore the postmark Flagstaff, and her address in Glenn Kilbourne's writing.
+
+Carley stared at it. Her heart gave a great leap. Her hand shook. She sat
+down suddenly as if the strength of her legs was inadequate to uphold her.
+
+"Glenn has--written me!" she whispered, in slow, halting realization. "For
+what? Oh, why?"
+
+The other letters fell off her lap, to lie unnoticed. This big thick
+envelope fascinated her. It was one of the stamped envelopes she had seen
+in his cabin. It contained a letter that had been written on his rude
+table, before the open fire, in the light of the doorway, in that little
+log-cabin under the spreading pines of West Ford Canyon. Dared she read it?
+The shock to her heart passed; and with mounting swell, seemingly too full
+for her breast, it began to beat and throb a wild gladness through all her
+being. She tore the envelope apart and read:
+
+
+DEAR CARLEY:
+
+I'm surely glad for a good excuse to write you.
+
+Once in a blue moon I get a letter, and today Hutter brought me one from a
+soldier pard of mine who was with me in the Argonne. His name is Virgil
+Rust--queer name, don't you think?--and he's from Wisconsin. Just a rough-
+diamond sort of chap, but fairly well educated. He and I were in some
+pretty hot places, and it was he who pulled me out of a shell crater. I'd
+"gone west" sure then if it hadn't been for Rust.
+
+Well, he did all sorts of big things during the war. Was down several times
+with wounds. He liked to fight and he was a holy terror. We all thought
+he'd get medals and promotion. But he didn't get either. These much-desired
+things did not always go where they were best deserved.
+
+Rust is now lying in a hospital in Bedford Park. His letter is pretty blue.
+All he says about why he's there is that he's knocked out. But he wrote a
+heap about his girl. It seems he was in love with a girl in his home town--
+a pretty, big-eyed lass whose picture I've seen--and while he was overseas
+she married one of the chaps who got out of fighting. Evidently Rust is
+deeply hurt. He wrote: "I'd not care so . . . if she'd thrown me down to
+marry an old man or a boy who couldn't have gone to war." You see, Carley,
+service men feel queer about that sort of thing. It's something we got over
+there, and none of us will ever outlive it. Now, the point of this is that
+I am asking you to go see Rust, and cheer him up, and do what you can for
+the poor devil. It's a good deal to ask of you, I know, especially as Rust
+saw your picture many a time and knows you were my girl. But you needn't
+tell him that you--we couldn't make a go of it.
+
+And, as I am writing this to you, I see no reason why I shouldn't go on in
+behalf of myself.
+
+The fact is, Carley, I miss writing to you more than I miss anything of my
+old life. I'll bet you have a trunkful of letters from me--unless you've
+destroyed them. I'm not going to say how I miss your letters. But I will
+say you wrote the most charming and fascinating letters of anyone I ever
+knew, quite aside from any sentiment. You knew, of course, that I had no
+other girl correspondent. Well, I got along fairly well before you came
+West, but I'd be an awful liar if I denied I didn't get lonely for you and
+your letters. It's different now that you've been to Oak Creek. I'm alone
+most of the time and I dream a lot, and I'm afraid I see you here in my
+cabin, and along the brook, and under the pines, and riding Calico--which
+you came to do well--and on my hogpen fence--and, oh, everywhere! I don't
+want you to think I'm down in the mouth, for I'm not. I'll take my
+medicine. But, Carley, you spoiled me, and I miss hearing from you, and I
+don't see why it wouldn't be all right for you to send me a friendly letter
+occasionally.
+
+It is autumn now. I wish you could see Arizona canyons in their gorgeous
+colors. We have had frost right along and the mornings are great. There's a
+broad zigzag belt of gold halfway up the San Francisco peaks, and that is
+the aspen thickets taking on their fall coat. Here in the canyon you'd
+think there was blazing fire everywhere. The vines and the maples are red,
+scarlet, carmine, cerise, magenta, all the hues of flame. The oak leaves
+are turning russet gold, and the sycamores are yellow green. Up on the
+desert the other day I rode across a patch of asters, lilac and lavender,
+almost purple. I had to get off and pluck a handful. And then what do you
+think? I dug up the whole bunch, roots and all, and planted them on the
+sunny side of my cabin. I rather guess your love of flowers engendered this
+remarkable susceptibility in me.
+
+I'm home early most every afternoon now, and I like the couple of hours
+loafing around. Guess it's bad for me, though. You know I seldom hunt, and
+the trout in the pool here are so tame now they'll almost eat out of my
+hand. I haven't the heart to fish for them. The squirrels, too, have grown
+tame and friendly. There's a red squirrel that climbs up on my table. And
+there's a chipmunk who lives in my cabin and runs over my bed. I've a new
+pet--the little pig you christened Pinky. After he had the wonderful good
+fortune to be caressed and named by you I couldn't think of letting him
+grow up in an ordinary piglike manner. So I fetched him home. My dog, Moze,
+was jealous at first and did not like this intrusion, but now they are good
+friends and sleep together. Flo has a kitten she's going to give me, and
+then, as Hutter says, I'll be "Jake."
+
+My occupation during these leisure hours perhaps would strike my old
+friends East as idle, silly, mawkish. But I believe you will understand me.
+
+I have the pleasure of doing nothing, and of catching now and then a
+glimpse of supreme joy in the strange state of thinking nothing. Tennyson
+came close to this in his "Lotus Eaters." Only to see--only to feel is
+enough!
+
+Sprawled on the warm sweet pine needles, I breathe through them the breath
+of the earth and am somehow no longer lonely. I cannot, of course, see the
+sunset, but I watch for its coming on the eastern wall of the canyon. I see
+the shadow slowly creep up, driving the gold before it, until at last the
+canyon rim and pines are turned to golden fire. I watch the sailing eagles
+as they streak across the gold, and swoop up into the blue, and pass out of
+sight. I watch the golden flush fade to gray, and then, the canyon slowly
+fills with purple shadows. This hour of twilight is the silent and
+melancholy one. Seldom is there any sound save the soft rush of the water
+over the stones, and that seems to die away. For a moment, perhaps, I am
+Hiawatha alone in his forest home, or a more primitive savage, feeling the
+great, silent pulse of nature, happy in unconsciousness, like a beast of
+the wild. But only for an instant do I ever catch this fleeting state. Next
+I am Glenn Kilbourne of West Fork, doomed and haunted by memories of the
+past. The great looming walls then become no longer blank. They are vast
+pages of the history of my life, with its past and present, and, alas! its
+future. Everything time does is written on the stones. And my stream seems
+to murmur the sad and ceaseless flow of human life, with its music and its
+misery.
+
+Then, descending from the sublime to the humdrum and necessary, I heave a
+sigh, and pull myself together, and go in to make biscuits and fry ham. But
+I should not forget to tell you that before I do go in, very often my
+looming, wonderful walls and crags weave in strange shadowy characters the
+beautiful and unforgettable face of Carley Burch!
+
+I append what little news Oak Creek affords.
+
+That blamed old bald eagle stole another of my pigs.
+
+I am doing so well with my hog-raising that Hutter wants to come in with
+me, giving me an interest in his sheep.
+
+It is rumored some one has bought the Deep Lake section I wanted for a
+ranch. I don't know who. Hutter was rather noncommittal.
+
+Charley, the herder, had one of his queer spells the other day, and swore
+to me he had a letter from you. He told the blamed lie with a sincere and
+placid eye, and even a smile of pride. Queer guy, that Charley!
+
+Flo and Lee Stanton had another quarrel--the worst yet, Lee tells me. Flo
+asked a girl friend out from Flag and threw her in Lee's way, so to speak,
+and when Lee retaliated by making love to the girl Flo got mad. Funny
+creatures, you girls! Flo rode with me from High Falls to West Fork, and
+never showed the slightest sign of trouble. In fact she was delightfully
+gay. She rode Calico, and beat me bad in a race.
+
+Adios, Carley. Won't you write me?
+
+GLENN.
+
+
+No sooner had Carley read the letter through to the end than she began it
+all over again, and on this second perusal she lingered over passages--only
+to reread them. That suggestion of her face sculptured by shadows on the
+canyon walls seemed to thrill her very soul.
+
+She leaped up from the reading to cry out something that was unutterable.
+All the intervening weeks of shame and anguish and fury and strife and
+pathos, and the endless striving to forget, were as if by the magic of a
+letter made nothing but vain oblations.
+
+"He loves me still!" she whispered, and pressed her breast with clenching
+hands, and laughed in wild exultance, and paced her room like a caged
+lioness. It was as if she had just awakened to the assurance she was
+beloved. That was the shibboleth--the cry by which she sounded the closed
+depths of her love and called to the stricken life of a woman's insatiate
+vanity.
+
+Then she snatched up the letter, to scan it again, and, suddenly grasping
+the import of Glenn's request, she hurried to the telephone to find the
+number of the hospital in Bedford Park. A nurse informed her that visitors
+were received at certain hours and that any attention to disabled soldiers
+was most welcome.
+
+Carley motored out there to find the hospital merely a long one-story frame
+structure, a barracks hastily thrown up for the care of invalided men of
+the service. The chauffeur informed her that it had been used for that
+purpose during the training period of the army, and later when injured
+soldiers began to arrive from France.
+
+A nurse admitted Carley into a small bare anteroom. Carley made known her
+errand.
+
+"I'm glad it's Rust you want to see," replied the nurse. "Some of these
+boys are going to die. And some will be worse off if they live. But Rust
+may get well if he'll only behave. You are a relative--or friend?"
+
+"I don't know him," answered Carley. "But I have a friend who was with him
+in France."
+
+The nurse led Carley into a long narrow room with a line of single beds
+down each side, a stove at each end, and a few chairs. Each bed appeared to
+have an occupant and those nearest Carley lay singularly quiet. At the far
+end of the room were soldiers on crutches, wearing bandages on their beads,
+carrying their arms in slings. Their merry voices contrasted discordantly
+with their sad appearance.
+
+Presently Carley stood beside a bed and looked down upon a gaunt, haggard
+young man who lay propped up on pillows.
+
+"Rust--a lady to see you," announced the nurse.
+
+Carley had difficulty in introducing herself. Had Glenn ever looked like
+this? What a face! It's healed scar only emphasized the pallor and furrows
+of pain that assuredly came from present wounds. He had unnaturally bright
+dark eyes, and a flush of fever in his hollow cheeks.
+
+"How do!" he said, with a wan smile. "Who're you?"
+
+"I'm Glenn Kilbourne's fiancee," she replied, holding out her hand.
+
+"Say, I ought to've known you," he said, eagerly, and a warmth of light
+changed the gray shade of his face. "You're the girl Carley! You're almost
+like my--my own girl. By golly! You're some looker! It was good of you to
+come. Tell me about Glenn."
+
+Carley took the chair brought by the nurse, and pulling it close to the
+bed, she smiled down upon him and said: "I'll be glad to tell you all I
+know--presently. But first you tell me about yourself. Are you in pain?
+What is your trouble? You must let me do everything I can for you, and
+these other men."
+
+Carley spent a poignant and depth-stirring hour at the bedside of Glenn's
+comrade. At last she learned from loyal lips the nature of Glenn
+Kilbourne's service to his country. How Carley clasped to her sore heart
+the praise of the man she loved--the simple proofs of his noble disregard
+of self! Rust said little about his own service to country or to comrade.
+But Carley saw enough in his face. He had been like Glenn. By these two
+Carley grasped the compelling truth of the spirit and sacrifice of the
+legion of boys who had upheld American traditions. Their children and
+their children's children, as the years rolled by into the future, would
+hold their heads higher and prouder. Some things could never die in the
+hearts and the blood of a race. These boys, and the girls who had the
+supreme glory of being loved by them, must be the ones to revive the
+Americanism of their forefathers. Nature and God would take care of
+the slackers, the cowards who cloaked their shame with bland excuses
+of home service, of disability, and of dependence.
+
+Carley saw two forces in life--the destructive and constructive. On the one
+side greed, selfishness, materialism: on the other generosity, sacrifice,
+and idealism. Which of them builded for the future? She saw men as wolves,
+sharks, snakes, vermin, and opposed to them men as lions and eagles. She
+saw women who did not inspire men to fare forth to seek, to imagine, to
+dream, to hope, to work, to fight. She began to have a glimmering of what a
+woman might be.
+
+
+That night she wrote swiftly and feverishly, page after page, to Glenn,
+only to destroy what she had written. She could not keep her heart out of
+her words, nor a hint of what was becoming a sleepless and eternal regret.
+She wrote until a late hour, and at last composed a letter she knew did not
+ring true, so stilted and restrained was it in all passages save those
+concerning news of Glenn's comrade and of her own friends. "I'll
+never--never write him again," she averred with stiff lips, and next moment
+could have laughed in mockery at the bitter truth. If she had ever had any
+courage, Glenn's letter had destroyed it. But had it not been a kind of
+selfish, false courage, roused to hide her hurt, to save her own future?
+Courage should have a thought of others. Yet shamed one moment at the
+consciousness she would write Glenn again and again, and exultant the next
+with the clamouring love, she seemed to have climbed beyond the self that
+had striven to forget. She would remember and think though she died of
+longing.
+
+Carley, like a drowning woman, caught at straws. What a relief and joy to
+give up that endless nagging at her mind! For months she had kept
+ceaselessly active, by associations which were of no help to her and which
+did not make her happy, in her determination to forget. Suddenly then she
+gave up to remembrance. She would cease trying to get over her love for
+Glenn, and think of him and dream about him as much as memory dictated.
+This must constitute the only happiness she could have.
+
+The change from strife to surrender was so novel and sweet that for days
+she felt renewed. It was augmented by her visits to the hospital in Bedford
+Park. Through her bountiful presence Virgil Rust and his comrades had many
+dull hours of pain and weariness alleviated and brightened. Interesting
+herself in the condition of the seriously disabled soldiers and possibility
+of their future took time and work Carley gave willingly and gladly. At
+first she endeavored to get acquaintances with means and leisure to help
+the boys, but these overtures met with such little success that she quit
+wasting valuable time she could herself devote to their interests.
+
+Thus several weeks swiftly passed by. Several soldiers who had been more
+seriously injured than Rust improved to the extent that they were
+discharged. But Rust gained little or nothing. The nurse and doctor both
+informed Carley that Rust brightened for her, but when she was gone he
+lapsed into somber indifference. He did not care whether he ate or not, or
+whether he got well or died.
+
+"If I do pull out, where'll I go and what'll I do?" he once asked the
+nurse.
+
+Carley knew that Rust's hurt was more than loss of a leg, and she decided
+to talk earnestly to him and try to win him to hope and effort. He had come
+to have a sort of reverence for her. So, biding her time, she at length
+found opportunity to approach his bed while his comrades were asleep or out
+of hearing. He endeavored to laugh her off, and then tried subterfuge, and
+lastly he cast off his mask and let her see his naked soul.
+
+"Carley, I don't want your money or that of your kind friends--whoever they
+are--you say will help me to get into business," he said. "God knows I
+thank you and it warms me inside to find some one who appreciates what I've
+given. But I don't want charity. . . . And I guess I'm pretty sick of the
+game. I'm sorry the Boches didn't do the job right."
+
+"Rust, that is morbid talk," replied Carley. "You're ill and you just can't
+see any hope. You must cheer up--fight yourself; and look at the brighter
+side. It's a horrible pity you must be a cripple, but Rust, indeed life can
+be worth living if you make it so."
+
+"How could there be a brighter side when a man's only half a man--" he
+queried, bitterly.
+
+"You can be just as much a man as ever," persisted Carley, trying to smile
+when she wanted to cry.
+
+"Could you care for a man with only one leg?" he asked, deliberately.
+
+"What a question! Why, of course I could!"
+
+"Well, maybe you are different. Glenn always swore even if he was killed no
+slacker or no rich guy left at home could ever get you. Maybe you haven't
+any idea how much it means to us fellows to know there are true and
+faithful girls. But I'll tell you, Carley, we fellows who went across got
+to see things strange when we came home. The good old U. S. needs a lot of
+faithful girls just now, believe me."
+
+"Indeed that's true," replied Carley. "It's a hard time for everybody, and
+particularly you boys who have lost so--so much."
+
+"I lost all, except my life--and I wish to God I'd lost that," he replied,
+gloomily.
+
+"Oh, don't talk so!" implored Carley in distress. "Forgive me, Rust, if I
+hurt you. But I must tell you--that--that Glenn wrote me--you'd lost your
+girl. Oh, I'm sorry! It is dreadful for you now. But if you got well--and
+went to work--and took up life where you left it--why soon your pain would
+grow easier. And you'd find some happiness yet."
+
+"Never for me in this world."
+
+"But why, Rust, why? You're no--no--Oh! I mean you have intelligence and
+courage. Why isn't there anything left for you?"
+
+"Because something here's been killed," he replied, and put his hand to his
+heart.
+
+"Your faith? Your love of--of everything? Did the war kill it?"
+
+"I'd gotten over that, maybe," he said, drearily, with his somber eyes on
+space that seemed lettered for him. "But she half murdered it--and they did
+the rest."
+
+"They? Whom do you mean, Rust?"
+
+"Why, Carley, I mean the people I lost my leg for!" he replied, with
+terrible softness.
+
+"The British? The French?" she queried, in bewilderment.
+
+"No!" he cried, and turned his face to the wall.
+
+Carley dared not ask him more. She was shocked. How helplessly impotent all
+her earnest sympathy! No longer could she feel an impersonal, however
+kindly, interest in this man. His last ringing word had linked her also to
+his misfortune and his suffering. Suddenly he turned away from the wall.
+She saw him swallow laboriously. How tragic that thin, shadowed face of
+agony! Carley saw it differently. But for the beautiful softness of light
+in his eyes, she would have been unable to endure gazing longer.
+
+"Carley, I'm bitter," he said, "but I'm not rancorous and callous, like some
+of the boys. I know if you'd been my girl you'd have stuck to me."
+
+"Yes," Carley whispered.
+
+"That makes a difference," he went on, with a sad smile. "You see, we
+soldiers all had feelings. And in one thing we all felt alike. That was we
+were going to fight for our homes and our women. I should say women first.
+No matter what we read or heard about standing by our allies, fighting for
+liberty or civilization, the truth was we all felt the same, even if we
+never breathed it. . . . Glenn fought for you. I fought for Nell. . . . We
+were not going to let the Huns treat you as they treated French and Belgian
+girls. . . . And think! Nell was engaged to me--she loved me--and, by God!
+She married a slacker when I lay half dead on the battlefield!"
+
+"She was not worth loving or fighting for," said Carley, with agitation.
+
+"Ah! now you've said something," he declared. "If I can only hold to that
+truth! What does one girl amount to? I do not count. It is the sum that
+counts. We love America--our homes--our women! . . . Carley, I've had
+comfort and strength come to me through you. Glenn will have his reward in
+your love. Somehow I seem to share it, a little. Poor Glenn! He got his,
+too. Why, Carley, that guy wouldn't let you do what he could do for you. He
+was cut to pieces--"
+
+"Please--Rust--don't say any more. I am unstrung," she pleaded.
+
+"Why not? It's due you to know how splendid Glenn was. . . . I tell you,
+Carley, all the boys here love you for the way you've stuck to Glenn. Some
+of them knew him, and I've told the rest. We thought he'd never pull
+through. But he has, and we know how you helped. Going West to see him! He
+didn't write it to me, but I know. . . . I'm wise. I'm happy for him--the
+lucky dog. Next time you go West--"
+
+"Hush!" cried Carley. She could endure no more. She could no longer be a
+lie.
+
+"You're white--you're shaking," exclaimed Rust, in concern. "Oh, I--what
+did I say? Forgive me--"
+
+"Rust, I am no more worth loving and fighting for than your Nell."
+
+"What!" he ejaculated.
+
+"I have not told you the truth," she said, swiftly. "I have let you believe
+a lie. . . . I shall never marry Glenn. I broke my engagement to him."
+
+Slowly Rust sank back upon the pillow, his large luminous eyes piercingly
+fixed upon her, as if he would read her soul.
+
+"I went West--yes--" continued Carley. "But it was selfishly. I wanted
+Glenn to come back here. . . . He had suffered as you have. He nearly died.
+But he fought--he fought--Oh! he went through hell! And after a long, slow,
+horrible struggle he began to mend. He worked. He went to raising hogs. He
+lived alone. He worked harder and harder. . . . The West and his work saved
+him, body and soul . . . . He had learned to love both the West and his
+work. I did not blame him. But I could not live out there. He needed me.
+But I was too little--too selfish. I could not marry him. I gave him up. 
+. . . I left--him--alone!"
+
+Carley shrank under the scorn in Rust's eyes.
+
+"And there's another man," he said, "a clean, straight, unscarred fellow
+who wouldn't fight!"
+
+"Oh, no-I--I swear there's not," whispered Carley.
+
+"You, too," he replied, thickly. Then slowly he turned that worn dark face
+to the wall. His frail breast heaved. And his lean hand made her a slight
+gesture of dismissal, significant and imperious.
+
+Carley fled. She could scarcely see to find the car. All her internal being
+seemed convulsed, and a deadly faintness made her sick and cold.
+
+
+CHAPTER X
+
+Carley's edifice of hopes, dreams, aspirations, and struggles fell in ruins
+about her. It had been built upon false sands. It had no ideal for
+foundation. It had to fall.
+
+Something inevitable had forced her confession to Rust. Dissimulation had
+been a habit of her mind; it was more a habit of her class than sincerity.
+But she had reached a point in her mental strife where she could not stand
+before Rust and let him believe she was noble and faithful when she knew
+she was neither. Would not the next step in this painful metamorphosis of
+her character be a fierce and passionate repudiation of herself and all she
+represented?
+
+She went home and locked herself in her room, deaf to telephone and
+servants. There she gave up to her shame. Scorned--despised--dismissed by
+that poor crippled flame-spirited Virgil Rust! He had reverenced her, and
+the truth had earned his hate. Would she ever forget his look--incredulous--
+shocked--bitter--and blazing with unutterable contempt? Carley Burch was
+only another Nell--a jilt--a mocker of the manhood of soldiers! Would she
+ever cease to shudder at memory of Rust's slight movement of hand? Go! Get
+out of my sight! Leave me to my agony as you left Glenn Kilbourne alone to
+fight his! Men such as I am do not want the smile of your face, the touch
+of your hand! We gave for womanhood! Pass on to lesser men who loved the
+fleshpots and who would buy your charms! So Carley interpreted that slight
+gesture, and writhed in her abasement.
+
+Rust threw a white, illuminating light upon her desertion of Glenn. She had
+betrayed him. She had left him alone. Dwarfed and stunted was her narrow
+soul! To a man who had given all for her she had returned nothing. Stone
+for bread! Betrayal for love! Cowardice for courage!
+
+The hours of contending passions gave birth to vague, slow-forming revolt.
+
+She became haunted by memory pictures and sounds and smells of Oak Creek
+Canyon. As from afar she saw the great sculptured rent in the earth, green
+and red and brown, with its shining, flashing ribbons of waterfalls and
+streams. The mighty pines stood up magnificent and stately. The walls
+loomed high, shadowed under the shelves, gleaming in the sunlight, and they
+seemed dreaming, waiting, watching. For what? For her return to their
+serene fastnesses--to the little gray log cabin. The thought stormed
+Carley's soul.
+
+Vivid and intense shone the images before her shut eyes. She saw the
+winding forest floor, green with grass and fern, colorful with flower and
+rock. A thousand aisles, glades, nooks, and caverns called her to come.
+Nature was every woman's mother. The populated city was a delusion. Disease
+and death and corruption stalked in the shadows of the streets. But her
+canyon promised hard work, playful hours, dreaming idleness, beauty,
+health, fragrance, loneliness, peace, wisdom, love, children, and long
+life. In the hateful shut-in isolation of her room Carley stretched forth
+her arms as if to embrace the vision. Pale close walls, gleaming placid
+stretches of brook, churning amber and white rapids, mossy banks and
+pine-matted ledges, the towers and turrets and ramparts where the eagles
+wheeled--she saw them all as beloved images lost to her save in anguished
+memory.
+
+She heard the murmur of flowing water, soft, low, now loud, and again
+lulling, hollow and eager, tinkling over rocks, bellowing into the deep
+pools, washing with silky seep of wind-swept waves the hanging willows.
+Shrill and piercing and far-aloft pealed the scream of the eagle. And she
+seemed to listen to a mocking bird while he mocked her with his melody of
+many birds. The bees hummed, the wind moaned, the leaves rustled, the
+waterfall murmured. Then came the sharp rare note of a canyon swift, most
+mysterious of birds, significant of the heights.
+
+A breath of fragrance seemed to blow with her shifting senses. The dry,
+sweet, tangy canyon smells returned to her--of fresh-cut timber, of wood
+smoke, of the cabin fire with its steaming pots, of flowers and earth, and
+of the wet stones, of the redolent pines and the pungent cedars.
+
+And suddenly, clearly, amazingly, Carley beheld in her mind's sight the
+hard features, the bold eyes, the slight smile, the coarse face of Haze
+Ruff. She had forgotten him. But he now returned. And with memory of him
+flashed a revelation as to his meaning in her life. He had appeared merely
+a clout, a ruffian, an animal with man's shape and intelligence. But he was
+the embodiment of the raw, crude violence of the West. He was the eyes of
+the natural primitive man, believing what he saw. He had seen in Carley
+Burch the paraded charm, the unashamed and serene front, the woman seeking
+man. Haze Ruff had been neither vile nor base nor unnatural. It had been
+her subjection to the decadence of feminine dress that had been unnatural.
+But Ruff had found her a lie. She invited what she did not want. And his
+scorn had been commensurate with the falsehood of her. So might any man
+have been justified in his insult to her, in his rejection of her. Haze
+Ruff had found her unfit for his idea of dalliance. Virgil Rust had found
+her false to the ideals of womanhood for which he had sacrificed all but
+life itself. What then had Glenn Kilbourne found her? He possessed the
+greatness of noble love. He had loved her before the dark and changeful
+tide of war had come between them. How had he judged her? That last sight
+of him standing alone, leaning with head bowed, a solitary figure trenchant
+with suggestion of tragic resignation and strength, returned to flay
+Carley. He had loved, trusted, and hoped. She saw now what his hope had
+been--that she would have instilled into her blood the subtle, red, and
+revivifying essence of calling life in the open, the strength of the wives
+of earlier years, an emanation from canyon, desert, mountain, forest, of
+health, of spirit, of forward-gazing natural love, of the mysterious saving
+instinct he had gotten out of the West. And she had been too little too
+steeped in the indulgence of luxurious life too slight-natured and
+pale-blooded! And suddenly there pierced into the black storm of Carley's
+mind a blazing, white-streaked thought--she had left Glenn to the Western
+girl, Flo Hutter. Humiliated, and abased in her own sight, Carley fell prey
+to a fury of jealousy.
+
+She went back to the old life. But it was in a bitter, restless, critical
+spirit, conscious of the fact that she could derive neither forgetfulness
+nor pleasure from it, nor see any release from the habit of years.
+
+One afternoon, late in the fall, she motored out to a Long Island club
+where the last of the season's golf was being enjoyed by some of her most
+intimate friends. Carley did not play. Aimlessly she walked around the
+grounds, finding the autumn colors subdued and drab, like her mind. The air
+held a promise of early winter. She thought that she would go South before
+the cold came. Always trying to escape anything rigorous, hard, painful, or
+disagreeable! Later she returned to the clubhouse to find her party assembled
+on an inclosed porch, chatting and partaking of refreshment. Morrison
+was there. He had not taken kindly to her late habit of denying herself to
+him.
+
+During a lull in the idle conversation Morrison addressed Carley pointedly.
+"Well, Carley, how's your Arizona hog-raiser?" he queried, with a little
+gleam in his usually lusterless eyes.
+
+"I have not heard lately," she replied, coldly.
+
+The assembled company suddenly quieted with a portent inimical to their
+leisurely content of the moment. Carley felt them all looking at her, and
+underneath the exterior she preserved with extreme difficulty, there burned
+so fierce an anger that she seemed to have swelling veins of fire.
+
+"Queer how Kilbourne went into raising hogs," observed Morrison. "Such a
+low-down sort of work, you know."
+
+"He had no choice," replied Carley. "Glenn didn't have a father who made
+tainted millions out of the war. He had to work. And I must differ with you
+about its being low-down. No honest work is that. It is idleness that is
+low down."
+
+"But so foolish of Glenn when he might have married money," rejoined
+Morrison, sarcastcally.
+
+"The honor of soldiers is beyond your ken, Mr. Morrison."
+
+He flushed darkly and bit his lip.
+
+"You women make a man sick with this rot about soldiers," he said, the
+gleam in his eye growing ugly. "A uniform goes to a woman's head no matter
+what's inside it. I don't see where your vaunted honor of soldiers comes
+in considering how they accepted the let-down of women during and after the
+war."
+
+"How could you see when you stayed comfortably at home?" retorted Carley.
+
+"All I could see was women falling into soldiers' arms," he said, sullenly.
+
+"Certainly. Could an American girl desire any greater happiness--or
+opportunity to prove her gratitude?" flashed Carley, with proud uplift of
+head.
+
+"It didn't look like gratitude to me," returned Morrison.
+
+"Well, it was gratitude," declared Carley, ringingly. "If women of America
+did throw themselves at soldiers it was not owing to the moral lapse of the
+day. It was woman's instinct to save the race! Always, in every war, women
+have sacrificed themselves to the future. Not vile, but noble! . . . You
+insult both soldiers and women, Mr. Morrison. I wonder--did any American
+girls throw themselves at you?"
+
+Morrison turned a dead white, and his mouth twisted to a distorted checking
+of speech, disagreeable to see.
+
+"No, you were a slacker," went on Carley, with scathing scorn. "You let the
+other men go fight for American girls. Do you imagine one of them will ever
+marry you? . . . All your life, Mr. Morrison, you will be a marked man--
+outside the pale of friendship with real American men and the respect of
+real American girls."
+
+Morrison leaped up, almost knocking the table over, and he glared at Carley
+as he gathered up his hat and cane. She turned her back upon him. From that
+moment he ceased to exist for Carley. She never spoke to him again.
+
+
+Next day Carley called upon her dearest friend, whom she had not seen for
+some time.
+
+"Carley dear, you don't look so very well," said Eleanor, after greetings
+had been exchanged.
+
+"Oh, what does it matter how I look?" queried Carley, impatiently.
+
+"You were so wonderful when you got home from Arizona."
+
+"If I was wonderful and am now commonplace you can thank your old New York
+for it."
+
+"Carley, don't you care for New York any more?" asked Eleanor.
+
+"Oh, New York is all right, I suppose. It's I who am wrong."
+
+"My dear, you puzzle me these days. You've changed. I'm sorry. I'm afraid
+you're unhappy."
+
+"Me? Oh, impossible! I'm in a seventh heaven," replied Carley, with a hard
+little laugh. "What 're you doing this afternoon? Let's go out--riding--or
+somewhere."
+
+"I'm expecting the dressmaker."
+
+"Where are you going to-night?"
+
+"Dinner and theater. It's a party, or I'd ask you."
+
+"What did you do yesterday and the day before, and the days before that?"
+
+Eleanor laughed indulgently, and acquainted Carley with a record of her
+social wanderings during the last few days.
+
+"The same old things--over and over again! Eleanor don't you get sick of
+it?" queried Carley.
+
+"Oh yes, to tell the truth," returned Eleanor, thoughtfully. "But there's
+nothing else to do."
+
+"Eleanor, I'm no better than you," said Carley, with disdain. "I'm as
+useless and idle. But I'm beginning to see myself--and you--and all this
+rotten crowd of ours. We're no good. But you're married, Eleanor. You're
+settled in life. You ought to do something. I'm single and at loose ends.
+Oh, I'm in revolt! . . . Think, Eleanor, just think. Your husband works
+hard to keep you in this expensive apartment. You have a car. He dresses
+you in silks and satins. You wear diamonds. You eat your breakfast in bed.
+You loll around in a pink dressing gown all morning. You dress for lunch or
+tea. You ride or golf or worse than waste your time on some lounge lizard,
+dancing till time to come home to dress for dinner. You let other men make
+love to you. Oh, don't get sore. You do. . . . And so goes the round of
+your life. What good on earth are you, anyhow? You're just a--a
+gratification to the senses of your husband. And at that you don't see much
+of him."
+
+"Carley, how you rave!" exclaimed her friend. "What has gotten into you
+lately? Why, everybody tells me you're--you're queer! The way you insulted
+Morrison--how unlike you, Carley!"
+
+"I'm glad I found the nerve to do it. What do you think, Eleanor?"
+
+"Oh, I despise him. But you can't say the things you feel."
+
+"You'd be bigger and truer if you did. Some day I'll break out and flay you
+and your friends alive."
+
+"But, Carley, you're my friend and you're just exactly like we are. Or you
+were, quite recently."
+
+"Of course, I'm your friend. I've always loved you, Eleanor," went on
+Carley, earnestly. "I'm as deep in this--this damned stagnant muck as you,
+or anyone. But I'm no longer blind. There's something terribly wrong with
+us women, and it's not what Morrison hinted."
+
+"Carley, the only thing wrong with you is that you jilted poor Glenn--and
+are breaking your heart over him still."
+
+"Don't--don't!" cried Carley, shrinking. "God knows that is true. But
+there's more wrong with me than a blighted love affair."
+
+"Yes, you mean the modern feminine unrest?"
+
+"Eleanor, I positively hate that phrase 'modern feminine unrest!' It smacks
+of ultra--ultra--Oh! I don't know what. That phrase ought to be translated
+by a Western acquaintance of mine--one Haze Ruff. I'd not like to hurt your
+sensitive feelings with what he'd say. But this unrest means speed-mad,
+excitement-mad, fad-mad, dress-mad, or I should say undress-mad, culture-
+mad, and Heaven only knows what else. The women of our set are idle,
+luxurious, selfish, pleasure-craving, lazy, useless, work-and-children
+shirking, absolutely no good."
+
+"Well, if we are, who's to blame?" rejoined Eleanor, spiritedly. "Now,
+Carley Burch, you listen to me. I think the twentieth-century girl in
+America is the most wonderful female creation of all the ages of the
+universe. I admit it. That is why we are a prey to the evils attending
+greatness. Listen. Here is a crying sin--an infernal paradox. Take this
+twentieth-century girl, this American girl who is the finest creation of
+the ages. A young and healthy girl, the most perfect type of culture
+possible to the freest and greatest city on earth--New York! She holds
+absolutely an unreal, untrue position in the scheme of existence.
+Surrounded by parents, relatives, friends, suitors, and instructive schools
+of every kind, colleges, institutions, is she really happy, is she really
+living?"
+
+"Eleanor," interrupted Carley, earnestly, "she is not. . . . And I've been
+trying to tell you why."
+
+"My dear, let me get a word in, will you," complained Eleanor. "You don't
+know it all. There are as many different points of view as there are
+people. . . . Well, if this girl happened to have a new frock, and a new
+beau to show it to, she'd say, 'I'm the happiest girl in the world.' But
+she is nothing of the kind. Only she doesn't know that. She approaches
+marriage, or, for that matter, a more matured life, having had too much,
+having been too well taken care of, knowing too much. Her masculine
+satellites--father, brothers, uncles, friends, lovers--all utterly spoil
+her. Mind you, I mean, girls like us, of the middle class--which is to say
+the largest and best class of Americans. We are spoiled. . . . This girl
+marries. And life goes on smoothly, as if its aim was to exclude friction
+and effort. Her husband makes it too easy for her. She is an ornament, or a
+toy, to be kept in a luxurious cage. To soil her pretty hands would be
+disgraceful! Even f she can't afford a maid, the modern devices of science
+make the care of her four-room apartment a farce. Electric dish-washer,
+clothes-washer, vacuum-cleaner, and the near-by delicatessen and the
+caterer simply rob a young wife of her housewifely heritage. If she has a
+baby--which happens occasionally, Carley, in spite of your assertion--it
+very soon goes to the kindergarten. Then what does she find to do with
+hours and hours? If she is not married, what on earth can she find to do?"
+
+"She can work," replied Carley, bluntly.
+
+"Oh yes, she can, but she doesn't," went on Eleanor. "You don't work. I
+never did. We both hated the idea. You're calling spades spades, Carley,
+but you seem to be riding a morbid, impractical thesis. Well, our young
+American girl or bride goes in for being rushed or she goes in for fads,
+the ultra stuff you mentioned. New York City gets all the great artists,
+lecturers, and surely the great fakirs. The New York women support them.
+The men laugh, but they furnish the money. They take the women to the
+theaters, but they cut out the reception to a Polish princess, a lecture by
+an Indian magician and mystic, or a benefit luncheon for a Home for
+Friendless Cats. The truth is most of our young girls or brides have a
+wonderful enthusiasm worthy of a better cause. What is to become of their
+surplus energy, the bottled-lightning spirit so characteristic of modern
+girls? Where is the outlet for intense feelings? What use can they make of
+education or of gifts? They just can't, that's all. I'm not taking into
+consideration the new-woman species, the faddist or the reformer. I mean
+normal girls like you and me. Just think, Carley. A girl's every wish,
+every need, is almost instantly satisfied without the slightest effort on
+her part to obtain it. No struggle, let alone work! If women crave to
+achieve something outside of the arts, you know, something universal and
+helpful which will make men acknowledge her worth, if not the equality,
+where is the opportunity?"
+
+"Opportunities should be made," replied Carley.
+
+"There are a million sides to this question of the modern young woman--the
+fin-de-siecle girl. I'm for her!"
+
+"How about the extreme of style in dress for this remarkably-to-be-pitied
+American girl you champion so eloquently?" queried Carley, sarcastically.
+
+"Immoral!" exclaimed Eleanor with frank disgust.
+
+"You admit it?"
+
+"To my shame, I do."
+
+"Why do women wear extreme clothes? Why do you and I wear open-work silk
+stockings, skirts to our knees, gowns without sleeves or bodices?"
+
+"We're slaves to fashion," replied Eleanor, "That's the popular excuse."
+
+"Bah!" exclaimed Carley.
+
+Eleanor laughed in spite of being half nettled. "Are you going to stop
+wearing what all the other women wear--and be looked at askance? Are you
+going to be dowdy and frumpy and old-fashioned?"
+
+"No. But I'll never wear anything again that can be called immoral. I want
+to be able to say why I wear a dress. You haven't answered my question yet.
+Why do you wear what you frankly admit is disgusting?"
+
+"I don't know, Carley," replied Eleanor, helplessly. "How you harp on
+things! We must dress to make other women jealous and to attract men. To be
+a sensation! Perhaps the word 'immoral' is not what I mean. A woman will be
+shocking in her obsession to attract, but hardly more than that, if she
+knows it."
+
+"Ah! So few women realize how they actually do look. Haze Ruff could tell
+them."
+
+"Haze Ruff. Who in the world is he or she?" asked Eleanor.
+
+"Haze Ruff is a he, all right," replied Carley, grimly.
+
+"Well, who is he?"
+
+"A sheep-dipper in Arizona," answered Carley, dreamily.
+
+"Humph! And what can Mr. Ruff tell us?"
+
+"He told me I looked like one of the devil's angels--and that I dressed to
+knock the daylights out of men."
+
+"Well, Carley Burch, if that isn't rich!" exclaimed Eleanor, with a peal of
+laughter. "I dare say you appreciate that as an original compliment."
+
+"No. . . . I wonder what Ruff would say about jazz--I just wonder,"
+murmured Carley.
+
+"Well, I wouldn't care what he said, and I don't care what you say,"
+returned Eleanor. "The preachers and reformers and bishops and rabbis make
+me sick. They rave about jazz. Jazz--the discordant note of our decadence!
+Jazz--the harmonious expression of our musicless, mindless, soulless
+materialism!--The idiots! If they could be women for a while they would
+realize the error of their ways. But they will never, never abolish jazz--
+never, for it is the grandest, the most wonderful, the most absolutely
+necessary thing for women in this terrible age of smotheration."
+
+"All right, Eleanor, we understand each other, even if we do not agree,"
+said Carley. "You leave the future of women to chance, to life, to
+materialism, not to their own conscious efforts. I want to leave it to free
+will and idealism."
+
+"Carley, you are getting a little beyond me," declared Eleanor, dubiously.
+
+"What are you going to do? It all comes home to each individual woman. Her
+attitude toward life."
+
+"I'll drift along with the current, Carley, and be a good sport," replied
+Eleanor, smiling.
+
+"You don't care about the women and children of the future? You'll not deny
+yourself now, and think and work, and suffer a little, in the interest of
+future humanity?"
+
+"How you put things, Carley!" exclaimed Eleanor, wearily. "Of course I
+care--when you make me think of such things. But what have I to do with the
+lives of people in the years to come?"
+
+"Everything. America for Americans! While you dawdle, the life blood is
+being sucked out of our great nation. It is a man's job to fight; it is a
+woman's to save. . . . I think you've made your choice, though you don't
+realize it. I'm praying to God that I'll rise to mine."
+
+
+Carley had a visitor one morning earlier than the usual or conventional
+time for calls.
+
+"He wouldn't give no name," said the maid. "He wears soldier clothes,
+ma'am, and he's pale, and walks with a cane."
+
+"Tell him I'll be right down," replied Carley.
+
+Her hands trembled while she hurriedly dressed. Could this caller be Virgil
+Rust? She hoped so, but she doubted.
+
+As she entered the parlor a tall young man in worn khaki rose to meet her.
+At first glance she could not name him, though she recognized the pale face
+and light-blue eyes, direct and steady.
+
+"Good morning, Miss Burch," he said. "I hope you'll excuse so early a call.
+You remember me, don't you? I'm George Burton, who had the bunk next to
+Rust's."
+
+"Surely I remember you, Mr. Burton, and I'm glad to see you," replied
+Carley, shaking hands with him. "Please sit down. Your being here must mean
+you're discharged from the hospital."
+
+"Yes, I was discharged, all right," he said.
+
+"Which means you're well again. That is fine. I'm very glad."
+
+"I was put out to make room for a fellow in bad shape. I'm still shaky and
+weak," he replied. "But I'm glad to go. I've pulled through pretty good,
+and it'll not be long until I'm strong again. It was the 'flu' that kept me
+down."
+
+"You must be careful. May I ask where you're going and what you expect to
+do?"
+
+"Yes, that's what I came to tell you," he replied, frankly. "I want you to
+help me a little. I'm from Illinois and my people aren't so badly off. But
+I don't want to go back to my home town down and out, you know. Besides,
+the winters are cold there. The doctor advises me to go to a little milder
+climate. You see, I was gassed, and got the 'flu' afterward. But I know
+I'll be all right if I'm careful. . . . Well, I've always had a leaning
+toward agriculture, and I want to go to Kansas. Southern Kansas. I want to
+travel around till I find a place I like, and there I'll get a job. Not too
+hard a job at first--that's why I'll need a little money. I know what to do.
+I want to lose myself in the wheat country and forget the--the war. I'll
+not be afraid of work, presently. . . . Now, Miss Burch, you've been so
+kind--I'm going to ask you to lend me a little money. I'll pay it back. I
+can't promise just when. But some day. Will you?"
+
+"Assuredly I will," she replied, heartily. "I'm happy to have the
+opportunity to help you. How much will you need for immediate use? Five
+hundred dollars?"
+
+"Oh no, not so much as that," he replied. "Just railroad fare home, and
+then to Kansas, and to pay board while I get well, you know, and look
+around."
+
+"We'll make it five hundred, anyway," she replied, and, rising, she went
+toward the library. "Excuse me a moment." She wrote the check and,
+returning, gave it to him.
+
+"You're very good," he said, rather low.
+
+"Not at all," replied Carley. "You have no idea how much it means to me to
+be permitted to help you. Before I forget, I must ask you, can you cash
+that check here in New York?"
+
+"Not unless you identify me," he said, ruefully, "I don't know anyone I
+could ask."
+
+"Well, when you leave here go at once to my bank--it's on Thirty-fourth
+Street--and I'll telephone the cashier. So you'll not have any difficulty.
+Will you leave New York at once?"
+
+"I surely will. It's an awful place. Two years ago when I came here with my
+company I thought it was grand. But I guess I lost something over there. 
+. . . I want to be where it's quiet. Where I won't see many people."
+
+"I think I understand," returned Carley. "Then I suppose you're in a hurry
+to get home? Of course you have a girl you're just dying to see?"
+
+"No, I'm sorry to say I haven't," he replied, simply. "I was glad I didn't
+have to leave a sweetheart behind, when I went to France. But it wouldn't
+be so bad to have one to go back to now."
+
+"Don't you worry!" exclaimed Carley. "You can take your choice presently.
+You have the open sesame to every real American girl's heart."
+
+"And what is that?" he asked, with a blush.
+
+"Your service to your country," she said, gravely.
+
+"Well," he said, with a singular bluntness, "considering I didn't get any
+medals or bonuses, I'd like to draw a nice girl."
+
+"You will," replied Carley, and made haste to change the subject. "By the
+way, did you meet Glenn Kilbourne in France?"
+
+"Not that I remember," rejoined Burton, as he got up, rising rather stiffly
+by aid of his cane. "I must go, Miss Burch. Really I can't thank you
+enough. And I'll never forget it."
+
+"Will you write me how you are getting along?" asked Carley, offering her
+hand.
+
+"Yes."
+
+Carley moved with him out into the hall and to the door. There was a
+question she wanted to ask, but found it strangely difficult of utterance.
+At the door Burton fixed a rather penetrating gaze upon her.
+
+"You didn't ask me about Rust," he said.
+
+"No, I--I didn't think of him--until now, in fact," Carley lied.
+
+"Of course then you couldn't have heard about him. I was wondering."
+
+"I have heard nothing."
+
+"It was Rust who told me to come to you," said Burton. "We were talking one
+day, and he--well, he thought you were true blue. He said he knew you'd
+trust me and lend me money. I couldn't have asked you but for him."
+
+"True blue! He believed that. I'm glad. . . . Has he spoken of me to you
+since I was last at the hospital?"
+
+"Hardly," replied Burton, with the straight, strange glance on her again.
+
+Carley met this glance and suddenly a coldness seemed to envelop her. It
+did not seem to come from within though her heart stopped beating. Burton
+had not changed--the warmth, the gratitude still lingered about him. But
+the light of his eyes! Carley had seen it in Glenn's, in Rust's--a strange,
+questioning, far-off light, infinitely aloof and unutterably sad. Then
+there came a lift of her heart that released a pang. She whispered with
+dread, with a tremor, with an instinct of calamity.
+
+"How about--Rust?"
+
+"He's dead."
+
+
+The winter came, with its bleak sea winds and cold rains and blizzards of
+snow. Carley did not go South. She read and brooded, and gradually avoided
+all save those true friends who tolerated her.
+
+She went to the theater a good deal, showing preference for the drama of
+strife, and she did not go anywhere for amusement. Distraction and
+amusement seemed to be dead issues for her. But she could become absorbed
+in any argument on the good or evil of the present day. Socialism reached
+into her mind, to be rejected. She had never understood it clearly, but it
+seemed to her a state of mind where dissatisfied men and women wanted to
+share what harder working or more gifted people possessed. There were a few
+who had too much of the world's goods and many who had too little. A
+readjustment of such inequality and injustice must come, but Carley did not
+see the remedy in Socialism.
+
+She devoured books on the war with a morbid curiosity and hope that she
+would find some illuminating truth as to the uselessness of sacrificing
+young men in the glory and prime of their lives. To her war appeared a
+matter of human nature rather than politics. Hate really was an effect of
+war. In her judgment future wars could be avoided only in two ways--by men
+becoming honest and just or by women refusing to have children to be
+sacrificed. As there seemed no indication whatever of the former, she
+wondered how soon all women of all races would meet on a common height,
+with the mounting spirit that consumed her own heart. Such time must come.
+She granted every argument for war and flung against it one ringing
+passionate truth--agony of mangled soldiers and agony of women and children.
+There was no justification for offensive war. It was monstrous and hideous.
+If nature and evolution proved the absolute need of strife, war, blood, and
+death in the progress of animal and man toward perfection, then it would be
+better to abandon this Christless code and let the race of man die out.
+
+All through these weeks she longed for a letter from Glenn. But it did not
+come. Had he finally roused to the sweetness and worth and love of the
+western girl, Flo Hutter? Carley knew absolutely, through both intelligence
+and intuition, that Glenn Kilbourne would never love Flo. Yet such was her
+intensity and stress at times, especially in the darkness of waking hours,
+that jealousy overcame her and insidiously worked its havoc. Peace and a
+strange kind of joy came to her in dreams of her walks and rides and climbs
+in Arizona, of the lonely canyon where it always seemed afternoon, of the
+tremendous colored vastness of that Painted Desert. But she resisted these
+dreams now because when she awoke from them she suffered such a yearning
+that it became unbearable. Then she knew the feeling of the loneliness and
+solitude of the hills. Then she knew the sweetness of the murmur of falling
+water, the wind in the pines, the song of birds, the white radiance of the
+stars, the break of day and its gold-flushed close. But she had not yet
+divined their meaning. It was not all love for Glenn Kilbourne. Had city
+life palled upon her solely because of the absence of her lover? So Carley
+plodded on, like one groping in the night, fighting shadows.
+
+One day she received a card from an old schoolmate, a girl who had married
+out of Carley's set, and had been ostracized. She was living down on Long
+Island, at a little country place named Wading River. Her husband was an
+electrician--something of an inventor. He worked hard. A baby boy had just
+come to them. Would not Carley run down on the train to see the youngster?
+
+That was a strong and trenchant call. Carley went. She found indeed a
+country village, and on the outskirts of it a little cottage that must have
+been pretty in summer, when the green was on vines and trees. Her old
+schoolmate was rosy, plump, bright-eyed, and happy. She saw in Carley no
+change--a fact that somehow rebounded sweetly on Carley's consciousness.
+Elsie prattled of herself and her husband and how they had worked to earn
+this little home, and then the baby.
+
+When Carley saw the adorable dark-eyed, pink-toed, curly-fisted baby she
+understood Elsie's happiness and reveled in it. When she felt the soft,
+warm, living little body in her arms, against her breast, then she absorbed
+some incalculable and mysterious strength. What were the trivial, sordid,
+and selfish feelings that kept her in tumult compared to this welling
+emotion? Had she the secret in her arms? Babies and Carley had never become
+closely acquainted in those infrequent meetings that were usually the
+result of chance. But Elsie's baby nestled to her breast and cooed to her
+and clung to her finger. When at length the youngster was laid in his crib
+it seemed to Carley that the fragrance and the soul of him remained with
+her.
+
+"A real American boy!" she murmured.
+
+"You can just bet he is," replied Elsie. "Carley, you ought to see his dad."
+
+"I'd like to meet him," said Carley, thoughtfully. "Elsie, was he in the
+service?"
+
+"Yes. He was on one of the navy transports that took munitions to France.
+Think of me, carrying this baby, with my husband on a boat full of
+explosives and with German submarines roaming the ocean! Oh, it was
+horrible!"
+
+"But he came back, and now all's well with you," said Carley, with a smile
+of earnestness. "I'm very glad, Elsie."
+
+"Yes--but I shudder when I think of a possible war in the future. I'm going
+to raise boys, and girls, too, I hope--and the thought of war is
+torturing."
+
+Carley found her return train somewhat late, and she took advantage of the
+delay to walk out to the wooded headlands above the Sound.
+
+It was a raw March day, with a steely sun going down in a pale-gray sky.
+Patches of snow lingered in sheltered brushy places. This bit of woodland
+had a floor of soft sand that dragged at Carley's feet. There were sere and
+brown leaves still fluttering on the scrub-oaks. At length Carley came out
+on the edge of the bluff with the gray expanse of sea beneath her, and a
+long wandering shore line, ragged with wreckage or driftwood. The surge of
+water rolled in--a long, low, white, creeping line that softly roared on
+the beach and dragged the pebbles gratingly back. There was neither boat
+nor living creature in sight.
+
+Carley felt the scene ease a clutching hand within her breast. Here was
+loneliness and solitude vastly different from that of Oak Creek Canyon, yet
+it held the same intangible power to soothe. The swish of the surf, the
+moan of the wind in the evergreens, were voices that called to her. How
+many more miles of lonely land than peopled cities! Then the sea--how vast!
+And over that the illimitable and infinite sky, and beyond, the endless
+realms of space. It helped her somehow to see and hear and feel the eternal
+presence of nature. In communion with nature the significance of life might
+be realized. She remembered Glenn quoting: "The world is too much with us.
+. . . Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers." What were our powers?
+What did God intend men to do with hands and bodies and gifts and souls?
+She gazed back over the bleak land and then out across the broad sea. Only
+a millionth part of the surface of the unsubmerged earth knew the populous
+abodes of man. And the lonely sea, inhospitable to stable homes of men, was
+thrice the area of the land. Were men intended, then, to congregate in few
+places, to squabble and to bicker and breed the discontents that led to
+injustice, hatred, and war? What a mystery it all was! But Nature was
+neither false nor little, however cruel she might be.
+
+
+Once again Carley fell under the fury of her ordeal. Wavering now,
+restless and sleepless, given to violent starts and slow spells of apathy,
+she was wearing to defeat.
+
+That spring day, one year from the day she had left New York for Arizona,
+she wished to spend alone. But her thoughts grew unbearable. She summed up
+the endless year. Could she live another like it? Something must break
+within her.
+
+She went out. The air was warm and balmy, carrying that subtle current
+which caused the mild madness of spring fever. In the Park the greening of
+the grass, the opening of buds, the singing of birds, the gladness of
+children, the light on the water, the warm sun--all seemed to reproach her.
+Carley fled from the Park to the home of Beatrice Lovell; and there,
+unhappily, she encountered those of her acquaintance with whom she had
+least patience. They forced her to think too keenly of herself. They
+appeared carefree while she was miserable.
+
+Over teacups there were waging gossip and argument and criticism. When
+Carley entered with Beatrice there was a sudden hush and then a murmur.
+
+"Hello, Carley! Now say it to our faces," called out Geralda Conners, a
+fair, handsome young woman of thirty, exquisitely gowned in the latest
+mode, and whose brilliantly tinted complexion was not the natural one of
+health.
+
+"Say what, Geralda?" asked Carley. "I certainly would not say anything
+behind your backs that I wouldn't repeat here."
+
+"Eleanor has been telling us how you simply burned us up."
+
+"We did have an argument. And I'm not sure I said all I wanted to."
+
+"Say the rest here," drawled a lazy, mellow voice. "For Heaven's sake, stir
+us up. If I could get a kick out of anything I'd bless it."
+
+"Carley, go on the stage," advised another. "You've got Elsie Ferguson tied
+to the mast for looks. And lately you're surely tragic enough."
+
+"I wish you'd go somewhere far off!" observed a third. "My husband is dippy
+about you."
+
+"Girls, do you know that you actually have not one sensible idea in your
+heads?" retorted Carley.
+
+"Sensible? I should hope not. Who wants to be sensible?"
+
+Geralda battered her teacup on a saucer. "Listen," she called. "I wasn't
+kidding Carley. I am good and sore. She goes around knocking everybody and
+saying New York backs Sodom off the boards. I want her to come out with it
+right here."
+
+"I dare say I've talked too much," returned Carley. "It's been a rather
+hard winter on me. Perhaps, indeed, I've tried the patience of my friends."
+
+"See here, Carley," said Geralda, deliberately, "just because you've had
+life turn to bitter ashes in your mouth you've no right to poison it for
+us. We all find it pretty sweet. You're an unsatisfied woman and if you
+don't marry somebody you'll end by being a reformer or fanatic."
+
+"I'd rather end that way than rot in a shell," retorted Carley.
+
+"I declare, you make me see red, Carley," flashed Geralda, angrily. "No
+wonder Morrison roasts you to everybody. He says Glenn Kilbourne threw you
+down for some Western girl. If that's true it's pretty small of you to vent
+your spleen on us."
+
+Carley felt the gathering of a mighty resistless force, But Geralda Conners
+was nothing to her except the target for a thunderbolt.
+
+"I have no spleen," she replied, with a dignity of passion. "I have only
+pity. I was as blind as you. If heartbreak tore the scales from my eyes,
+perhaps that is well for me. For I see something terribly wrong in myself,
+in you, in all of us, in the life of today."
+
+"You keep your pity to yourself. You need it," answered Geralda, with heat.
+"There's nothing wrong with me or my friends or life in good old New York."
+
+"Nothing wrong!" cried Carley. "Listen. Nothing wrong in you or life
+today--nothing for you women to make right? You are blind as bats--as dead
+to living truth as if you were buried. Nothing wrong when thousands of
+crippled soldiers have no homes--no money--no friends--no work--in many
+cases no food or bed? . . . Splendid young men who went away in their prime
+to fight for you and came back ruined, suffering! Nothing wrong when sane
+women with the vote might rid politics of partisanship, greed, crookedness?
+Nothing wrong when prohibition is mocked by women--when the greatest boon
+ever granted this country is derided and beaten down and cheated? Nothing
+wrong when there are half a million defective children in this city?
+Nothing wrong when there are not enough schools and teachers to educate our
+boys and girls, when those teachers are shamefully underpaid? Nothing wrong
+when the mothers of this great country let their youngsters go to the dark
+motion picture halls and night after night in thousands of towns over all
+this broad land see pictures that the juvenile court and the educators and
+keepers of reform schools say make burglars, crooks, and murderers of our
+boys and vampires of our girls? Nothing wrong when these young adolescent
+girls ape you and wear stockings rolled under their knees below their
+skirts and use a lip stick and paint their faces and darken their eyes and
+pluck their eyebrows and absolutely do not know what shame is? Nothing
+wrong when you may find in any city women standing at street corners
+distributing booklets on birth control? Nothing wrong when great magazines
+print no page or picture without its sex appeal? Nothing wrong when the
+automobile, so convenient for the innocent little run out of town, presents
+the greatest evil that ever menaced American girls! Nothing wrong when
+money is god--when luxury, pleasure, excitement, speed are the striven for?
+Nothing wrong when some of your husbands spend more of their time with
+other women than with you? Nothing wrong with jazz--where the lights go out
+in the dance hall and the dancers jiggle and toddle and wiggle in a
+frenzy? Nothing wrong in a country where the greatest college cannot report
+birth of one child to each graduate in ten years? Nothing wrong with race
+suicide and the incoming horde of foreigners? . . . Nothing wrong with you
+women who cannot or will not stand childbirth? Nothing wrong with most of
+you, when if you did have a child, you could not nurse it? . . . Oh, my
+God, there's nothing wrong with America except that she staggers under a
+Titanic burden that only mothers of sons can remove! . . . You doll women,
+you parasites, you toys of men, you silken-wrapped geisha girls, you
+painted, idle, purring cats, you parody of the females of your species--
+find brains enough if you can to see the doom hanging over you and revolt
+before it is too late!"
+
+
+CHAPTER XI
+
+Carley burst in upon her aunt.
+
+"Look at me, Aunt Mary!" she cried, radiant and exultant. "I'm going back
+out West to marry Glenn and live his life!"
+
+The keen old eyes of her aunt softened and dimmed. "Dear Carley, I've known
+that for a long time. You've found yourself at last."
+
+Then Carley breathlessly babbled her hastily formed plans, every word of
+which seemed to rush her onward.
+
+"You're going to surprise Glenn again?" queried Aunt Mary.
+
+"Oh, I must! I want to see his face when I tell him."
+
+"Well, I hope he won't surprise you," declared the old lady. "When did you
+hear from him last?"
+
+"In January. It seems ages--but--Aunt Mary, you don't imagine Glenn--"
+
+"I imagine nothing," interposed her aunt. "It will turn out happily and
+I'll have some peace in my old age. But, Carley, what's to become of me?"
+
+"Oh, I never thought!" replied Carley, blankly. "It will be lonely for you.
+Auntie, I'll come back in the fall for a few weeks. Glenn will let me."
+
+"Let you? Ye gods! So you've come to that? Imperious Carley Burch! . . .
+Thank Heaven, you'll now be satisfied to be let do things."
+
+"I'd--I'd crawl for him," breathed Carley.
+
+"Well, child, as you can't be practical, I'll have to be," replied Aunt
+Mary, seriously. "Fortunately for you I am a woman of quick decision.
+Listen. I'll go West with you. I want to see the Grand Canyon. Then I'll go
+on to California, where I have old friends I've not seen for years. When
+you get your new home all fixed up I'll spend awhile with you. And if I
+want to come back to New York now and then I'll go to a hotel. It is
+settled. I think the change will benefit me."
+
+"Auntie, you make me very happy. I could ask no more," said Carley.
+
+
+Swiftly as endless tasks could make them the days passed. But those on the
+train dragged interminably.
+
+Carley sent her aunt through to the Canyon while she stopped off at
+Flagstaff to store innumerable trunks and bags. The first news she heard of
+Glenn and the Hutters was that they had gone to the Tonto Basin to buy hogs
+and would be absent at least a month. This gave birth to a new plan in
+Carley's mind. She would doubly surprise Glenn. Wherefore she took council
+with some Flagstaff business men and engaged them to set a force of men at
+work on the Deep Lake property, making the improvements she desired, and
+hauling lumber, cement, bricks, machinery, supplies--all the necessaries for
+building construction. Also she instructed them to throw up a tent house
+for her to live in during the work, and to engage a reliable Mexican man
+with his wife for servants. When she left for the Canyon she was happier
+than ever before in her life.
+
+It was near the coming of sunset when Carley first looked down into the
+Grand Canyon. She had forgotten Glenn's tribute to this place. In her
+rapturous excitement of preparation and travel the Canyon had been merely a
+name. But now she saw it and she was stunned.
+
+What a stupendous chasm, gorgeous in sunset color on the heights, purpling
+into mystic shadows in the depths! There was a wonderful brightness of all
+the millions of red and yellow and gray surfaces still exposed to the sun.
+Carley did not feel a thrill, because feeling seemed inhibited. She looked
+and looked, yet was reluctant to keep on looking. She possessed no image in
+mind with which to compare this grand and mystic spectacle. A
+transformation of color and shade appeared to be going on swiftly, as if
+gods were changing the scenes of a Titanic stage. As she gazed the dark
+fringed line of the north rim turned to burnished gold, and she watched
+that with fascinated eyes. It turned rose, it lost its fire, it faded to
+quiet cold gray. The sun had set.
+
+Then the wind blew cool through the pinyons on the rim. There was a sweet
+tang of cedar and sage on the air and that indefinable fragrance peculiar
+to the canyon country of Arizona. How it brought back to Carley remembrance
+of Oak Creek! In the west, across the purple notches of the abyss, a dull
+gold flare showed where the sun had gone down.
+
+In the morning at eight o'clock there were great irregular black shadows
+under the domes and peaks and escarpments. Bright Angel Canyon was all
+dark, showing dimly its ragged lines. At noon there were no shadows and all
+the colossal gorge lay glaring under the sun. In the evening Carley watched
+the Canyon as again the sun was setting.
+
+Deep dark-blue shadows, like purple sails of immense ships, in wonderful
+contrast with the bright sunlit slopes, grew and rose toward the east, down
+the canyons and up the walls that faced the west. For a long while there
+was no red color, and the first indication of it was a dull bronze. Carley
+looked down into the void, at the sailing birds, at the precipitous slopes,
+and the dwarf spruces and the weathered old yellow cliffs. When she looked
+up again the shadows out there were no longer dark. They were clear. The
+slopes and depths and ribs of rock could be seen through them. Then the
+tips of the highest peaks and domes turned bright red. Far to the east she
+discerned a strange shadow, slowly turning purple. One instant it grew
+vivid, then began to fade. Soon after that all the colors darkened and
+slowly the pale gray stole over all.
+
+At night Carley gazed over and into the black void. But for the awful sense
+of depth she would not have known the Canyon to be there. A soundless
+movement of wind passed under her. The chasm seemed a grave of silence. It
+was as mysterious as the stars and as aloof and as inevitable. It had held
+her senses of beauty and proportion in abeyance.
+
+At another sunrise the crown of the rim, a broad belt of bare rock, turned
+pale gold under its fringed dark line of pines. The tips of the peak
+gleamed opal. There was no sunrise red, no fire. The light in the east was
+a pale gold under a steely green-blue sky. All the abyss of the Canyon was
+soft, gray, transparent, and the belt of gold broadened downward, making
+shadows on the west slopes of the mesas and escarpments. Far down in the
+shadows she discerned the river, yellow, turgid, palely gleaming. By
+straining her ears Carley heard a low dull roar as of distant storm. She
+stood fearfully at the extreme edge of a stupendous cliff, where it sheered
+dark and forbidding, down and down, into what seemed red and boundless
+depths of Hades. She saw gold spots of sunlight on the dark shadows,
+proving that somewhere, impossible to discover, the sun was shining through
+wind-worn holes in the sharp ridges. Every instant Carley grasped a
+different effect. Her studied gaze absorbed an endless changing. And at
+last she realized that sun and light and stars and moon and night and
+shade, all working incessantly and mutably over shapes and lines and angles
+and surfaces too numerous and too great for the sight of man to hold, made
+an ever-changing spectacle of supreme beauty and colorful grandeur.
+
+She talked very little while at the Canyon. It silenced her. She had come
+to see it at the critical time of her life and in the right mood. The
+superficialities of the world shrunk to their proper insignificance. Once
+she asked her aunt: "Why did not Glenn bring me here?" As if this Canyon
+proved the nature of all things!
+
+But in the end Carley found that the rending strife of the transformation
+of her attitude toward life had insensibly ceased. It had ceased during the
+long watching of this cataclysm of nature, this canyon of gold-banded
+black-fringed ramparts, and red-walled mountains which sloped down to be
+lost in purple depths. That was final proof of the strength of nature to
+soothe, to clarify, to stabilize the tried and weary and upward-gazing
+soul. Stronger than the recorded deeds of saints, stronger than the
+eloquence of the gifted uplifters of men, stronger than any words ever
+written, was the grand, brooding, sculptured aspect of nature. And it must
+have been so because thousands of years before the age of saints or
+preachers--before the fret and symbol and figure were cut in stone--man must
+have watched with thought-developing sight the wonders of the earth, the
+monuments of time, the glooming of the dark-blue sea, the handiwork of God.
+
+
+In May, Carley returned to Flagstaff to take up with earnest inspiration
+the labors of homebuilding in a primitive land.
+
+It required two trucks to transport her baggage and purchases out to Deep
+Lake. The road was good for eighteen miles of the distance, until it
+branched off to reach her land, and from there it was desert rock and sand.
+But eventually they made it; and Carley found herself and belongings dumped
+out into the windy and sunny open. The moment was singularly thrilling and
+full of transport. She was free. She had shaken off the shackles. She faced
+lonely, wild, barren desert that must be made habitable by the genius of
+her direction and the labor of her hands. Always a thought of Glenn hovered
+tenderly, dreamily in the back of her consciousness, but she welcomed the
+opportunity to have a few weeks of work and activity and solitude before
+taking up her life with him. She wanted to adapt herself to the
+metamorphosis that had been wrought in her.
+
+To her amazement and delight, a very considerable progress had been made
+with her plans. Under a sheltered red cliff among the cedars had been
+erected the tents where she expected to live until the house was completed.
+These tents were large, with broad floors high off the ground, and there
+were four of them. Her living tent had a porch under a wide canvas awning.
+The bed was a boxlike affair, raised off the floor two feet, and it
+contained a great, fragrant mass of cedar boughs upon which the blankets
+were to be spread. At one end was a dresser with large mirror, and a
+chiffonier. There were table and lamp, a low rocking chair, a shelf for
+books, a row of hooks upon which to hang things, a washstand with its
+necessary accessories, a little stove and a neat stack of cedar chips and
+sticks. Navajo rugs on the floor lent brightness and comfort.
+
+Carley heard the rustling of cedar branches over her head, and saw where
+they brushed against the tent roof. It appeared warm and fragrant inside,
+and protected from the wind, and a subdued white light filtered through the
+canvas. Almost she felt like reproving herself for the comfort surrounding
+her. For she had come West to welcome the hard knocks of primitive life.
+
+It took less than an hour to have her trunks stored in one of the spare
+tents, and to unpack clothes and necessaries for immediate use. Carley
+donned the comfortable and somewhat shabby outdoor garb she had worn at Oak
+Creek the year before; and it seemed to be the last thing needed to make
+her fully realize the glorious truth of the present.
+
+"I'm here," she said to her pale, yet happy face in the mirror. "The
+impossible has happened. I have accepted Glenn's life. I have answered that
+strange call out of the West."
+
+She wanted to throw herself on the sunlit woolly blankets of her bed and
+hug them, to think and think of the bewildering present happiness, to dream
+of the future, but she could not lie or sit still, nor keep her mind from
+grasping at actualities and possibilities of this place, nor her hands from
+itching to do things.
+
+It developed, presently, that she could not have idled away the time even
+if she had wanted to, for the Mexican woman came for her, with smiling
+gesticulation and jabber that manifestly meant dinner. Carley could not
+understand many Mexican words, and herein she saw another task. This
+swarthy woman and her sloe-eyed husband favorably impressed Carley.
+
+Next to claim her was Hoyle, the superintendent. "Miss Burch," he said, "in
+the early days we could run up a log cabin in a jiffy. Axes, horses, strong
+arms, and a few pegs--that was all we needed. But this house you've planned
+is different. It's good you've come to take the responsibility."
+
+Carley had chosen the site for her home on top of the knoll where Glenn had
+taken her to show her the magnificent view of mountains and desert. Carley
+climbed it now with beating heart and mingled emotions. A thousand times
+already that day, it seemed, she had turned to gaze up at the noble
+white-clad peaks. They were closer now, apparently looming over her, and
+she felt a great sense of peace and protection in the thought that they
+would always be there. But she had not yet seen the desert that had haunted
+her for a year. When she reached the summit of the knoll and gazed out
+across the open space it seemed that she must stand spellbound. How green
+the cedared foreground--how gray and barren the downward slope--how
+wonderful the painted steppes! The vision that had lived in her memory
+shrank to nothingness. The reality was immense, more than beautiful,
+appalling in its isolation, beyond comprehension with its lure and strength
+to uplift.
+
+But the superintendent drew her attention to the business at hand.
+
+Carley had planned an L-shaped house of one story. Some of her ideas
+appeared to be impractical, and these she abandoned. The framework was up
+and half a dozen carpenters were lustily at work with saw and hammer.
+
+"We'd made better progress if this house was in an ordinary place,"
+explained Hoyle. "But you see the wind blows here, so the framework had to
+be made as solid and strong as possible. In fact, it's bolted to the
+sills."
+
+Both living room and sleeping room were arranged so that the Painted Desert
+could be seen from one window, and on the other side the whole of the San
+Francisco Mountains. Both rooms were to have open fireplaces. Carley's idea
+was for service and durability. She thought of comfort in the severe
+winters of that high latitude, but elegance and luxury had no more
+significance in her life.
+
+Hoyle made his suggestions as to changes and adaptations, and, receiving
+her approval, he went on to show her what had been already accomplished.
+Back on higher ground a reservoir of concrete was being constructed near an
+ever-flowing spring of snow water from the peaks. This water was being
+piped by gravity to the house, and was a matter of greatest satisfaction to
+Hoyle, for he claimed that it would never freeze in winter, and would be
+cold and abundant during the hottest and driest of summers. This assurance
+solved the most difficult and serious problem of ranch life in the desert.
+
+Next Hoyle led Carley down off the knoll to the wide cedar valley adjacent
+to the lake. He was enthusiastic over its possibilities. Two small corrals
+and a large one had been erected, the latter having a low flat barn
+connected with it. Ground was already being cleared along the lake where
+alfalfa and hay were to be raised. Carley saw the blue and yellow smoke
+from burning brush, and the fragrant odor thrilled her. Mexicans were
+chopping the cleared cedars into firewood for winter use.
+
+The day was spent before she realized it. At sunset the carpenters and
+mechanics left in two old Ford cars for town. The Mexicans had a camp in
+the cedars, and the Hoyles had theirs at the spring under the knoll where
+Carley had camped with Glenn and the Hutters. Carley watched the golden
+rosy sunset, and as the day ended she breathed deeply as if in unutterable
+relief. Supper found her with appetite she had long since lost. Twilight
+brought cold wind, the staccato bark of coyotes, the flicker of camp fires
+through the cedars. She tried to embrace all her sensations, but they were
+so rapid and many that she failed.
+
+The cold, clear, silent night brought back the charm of the desert. How
+flaming white the stars! The great spire-pointed peaks lifted cold
+pale-gray outlines up into the deep star-studded sky. Carley walked a
+little to and fro, loath to go to her tent, though tired. She wanted calm.
+But instead of achieving calmness she grew more and more towards a strange
+state of exultation.
+
+Westward, only a matter of twenty or thirty miles, lay the deep rent in the
+level desert--Oak Creek Canyon. If Glenn had been there this night would
+have been perfect, yet almost unendurable. She was again grateful for his
+absence. What a surprise she had in store for him! And she imagined his
+face in its change of expression when she met him. If only he never learned
+of her presence in Arizona until she made it known in person! That she most
+longed for. Chances were against it, but then her luck had changed. She
+looked to the eastward where a pale luminosity of afterglow shone in the
+heavens. Far distant seemed the home of her childhood, the friends she had
+scorned and forsaken, the city of complaining and striving millions. If
+only some miracle might illumine the minds of her friends, as she felt that
+hers was to be illumined here in the solitude. But she well realized that
+not all problems could be solved by a call out of the West. Any open and
+lonely land that might have saved Glenn Kilbourne would have sufficed for
+her. It was the spirit of the thing and not the letter. It was work of any
+kind and not only that of ranch life. Not only the raising of hogs!
+
+Carley directed stumbling steps toward the light of her tent. Her eyes had
+not been used to such black shadow along the ground. She had, too,
+squeamish feminine fears of hydrophobia skunks, and nameless animals or
+reptiles that were imagined denizens of the darkness. She gained her tent
+and entered. The Mexican, Gino, as he called himself, had lighted her lamp
+and fire. Carley was chilled through, and the tent felt so warm and cozy
+that she could scarcely believe it. She fastened the screen door, laced the
+flaps across it, except at the top, and then gave herself up to the lulling
+and comforting heat.
+
+There were plans to perfect; innumerable things to remember; a car and
+accessories, horses, saddles, outfits to buy. Carley knew she should sit
+down at her table and write and figure, but she could not do it then.
+
+For a long time she sat over the little stove, toasting her knees and
+hands, adding some chips now and then to the red coals. And her mind seemed
+a kaleidoscope of changing visions, thoughts, feelings. At last she
+undressed and blew out the lamp and went to bed.
+
+Instantly a thick blackness seemed to enfold her and silence as of a dead
+world settled down upon her. Drowsy as she was, she could not close her
+eyes nor refrain from listening. Darkness and silence were tangible things.
+She felt them. And they seemed suddenly potent with magic charm to still
+the tumult of her, to soothe and rest, to create thoughts she had never
+thought before. Rest was more than selfish indulgence. Loneliness was
+necessary to gain consciousness of the soul. Already far back in the past
+seemed Carley's other life.
+
+By and by the dead stillness awoke to faint sounds not before perceptible
+to her--a low, mournful sough of the wind in the cedars, then the faint
+far-distant note of a coyote, sad as the night and infinitely wild.
+
+
+Days passed. Carley worked in the mornings with her hands and her brains.
+In the afternoons she rode and walked and climbed with a double object, to
+work herself into fit physical condition and to explore every nook and
+corner of her six hundred and forty acres.
+
+Then what she had expected and deliberately induced by her efforts quickly
+came to pass. Just as the year before she had suffered excruciating pain
+from aching muscles, and saddle blisters, and walking blisters, and a very
+rending of her bones, so now she fell victim to them again. In sunshine and
+rain she faced the desert. Sunburn and sting of sleet were equally to be
+endured. And that abomination, the hateful blinding sandstorm, did not
+daunt her. But the weary hours of abnegation to this physical torture at
+least held one consoling recompense as compared with her experience of last
+year, and it was that there was no one interested to watch for her
+weaknesses and failures and blunders. She could fight it out alone.
+
+Three weeks of this self-imposed strenuous training wore by before Carley
+was free enough from weariness and pain to experience other sensations. Her
+general health, evidently, had not been so good as when she had first
+visited Arizona. She caught cold and suffered other ills attendant upon an
+abrupt change of climate and condition. But doggedly she kept at her task.
+She rode when she should have been in bed; she walked when she should have
+ridden; she climbed when she should have kept to level ground. And finally
+by degrees so gradual as not to be noticed except in the sum of them she
+began to mend.
+
+Meanwhile the construction of her house went on with uninterrupted
+rapidity. When the low, slanting, wide-eaved roof was completed Carley lost
+further concern about rainstorms. Let them come. When the plumbing was all
+in and Carley saw verification of Hoyle's assurance that it would mean a
+gravity supply of water ample and continual, she lost her last concern as
+to the practicability of the work. That, and the earning of her endurance,
+seemed to bring closer a wonderful reward, still nameless and spiritual,
+that had been unattainable, but now breathed to her on the fragrant desert
+wind and in the brooding silence.
+
+
+The time came when each afternoon's ride or climb called to Carley with
+increasing delight. But the fact that she must soon reveal to Glenn her
+presence and transformation did not seem to be all the cause. She could
+ride without pain, walk without losing her breath, work without blistering
+her hands; and in this there was compensation. The building of the house
+that was to become a home, the development of water resources and land that
+meant the making of a ranch--these did not altogether constitute the
+anticipation of content. To be active, to accomplish things, to recall to
+mind her knowledge of manual training, of domestic science, of designing
+and painting, to learn to cook--these were indeed measures full of reward,
+but they were not all. In her wondering, pondering meditation she arrived
+at the point where she tried to assign to her love the growing fullness of
+her life. This, too, splendid and all-pervading as it was, she had to
+reject. Some exceedingly illusive and vital significance of life had
+insidiously come to Carley.
+
+One afternoon, with the sky full of white and black rolling clouds and a
+cold wind sweeping through the cedars, she halted to rest and escape the
+chilling gale for a while. In a sunny place, under the lee of a gravel
+bank, she sought refuge. It was warm here because of the reflected sunlight
+and the absence of wind. The sand at the bottom of the bank held a heat
+that felt good to her cold hands. All about her and over her swept the keen
+wind, rustling the sage, seeping the sand, swishing the cedars, but she was
+out of it, protected and insulated. The sky above showed blue between the
+threatening clouds. There were no birds or living creatures in sight.
+Certainly the place had little of color or beauty or grace, nor could she
+see beyond a few rods. Lying there, without any particular reason that she
+was conscious of, she suddenly felt shot through and through with
+exhilaration.
+
+Another day, the warmest of the spring so far, she rode a Navajo mustang
+she had recently bought from a passing trader; and at the farthest end of
+her section, in rough wooded and ridged ground she had not explored, she
+found a canyon with red walls and pine trees and gleaming streamlet and
+glades of grass and jumbles of rock. It was a miniature canyon, to be
+sure, only a quarter of a mile long, and as deep as the height of a lofty
+pine, and so narrow that it seemed only the width of a lane, but it had all
+the features of Oak Creek Canyon, and so sufficed for the exultant joy of
+possession. She explored it. The willow brakes and oak thickets harbored
+rabbits and birds. She saw the white flags of deer running away down the
+open. Up at the head where the canyon boxed she flushed a flock of wild
+turkeys. They ran like ostriches and flew like great brown chickens. In a
+cavern Carley found the den of a bear, and in another place the bleached
+bones of a steer.
+
+She lingered here in the shaded depths with a feeling as if she were indeed
+lost to the world. These big brown and seamy-barked pines with their
+spreading gnarled arms and webs of green needles belonged to her, as also
+the tiny brook, the blue bells smiling out of the ferns, the single stalk
+of mescal on a rocky ledge.
+
+Never had sun and earth, tree and rock, seemed a part of her being until
+then. She would become a sun-worshiper and a lover of the earth. That
+canyon had opened there to sky and light for millions of years; and
+doubtless it had harbored sheep herders, Indians, cliff dwellers,
+barbarians. She was a woman with white skin and a cultivated mind, but the
+affinity for them existed in her. She felt it, and that an understanding of
+it would be good for body and soul.
+
+Another day she found a little grove of jack pines growing on a flat mesa-
+like bluff, the highest point on her land. The trees were small and close
+together, mingling their green needles overhead and their discarded brown
+ones on the ground. From here Carley could see afar to all points of the
+compass--the slow green descent to the south and the climb to the
+black-timbered distance; the ridged and canyoned country to the west, red
+vents choked with green and rimmed with gray; to the north the grand
+upflung mountain kingdom crowned with snow; and to the east the vastness of
+illimitable space, the openness and wildness, the chased and beaten mosaic
+of colored sands and rocks.
+
+Again and again she visited this lookout and came to love its isolation,
+its command of wondrous prospects, its power of suggestion to her thoughts.
+She became a creative being, in harmony with the live things around her.
+The great life-dispensing sun poured its rays down upon her, as if to ripen
+her; and the earth seemed warm, motherly, immense with its all-embracing
+arms. She no longer plucked the bluebells to press to her face, but leaned
+to them. Every blade of gramma grass, with its shining bronze-tufted seed
+head, had significance for her. The scents of the desert began to have
+meaning for her. She sensed within her the working of a great leveling
+process through which supreme happiness would come.
+
+June! The rich, thick, amber light, like a transparent reflection from
+some intense golden medium, seemed to float in the warm air. The sky became
+an azure blue. In the still noontides, when the bees hummed drowsily and
+the flies buzzed, vast creamy-white columnar clouds rolled up from the
+horizon, like colossal ships with bulging sails. And summer with its rush
+of growing things was at hand.
+
+Carley rode afar, seeking in strange places the secret that eluded her.
+Only a few days now until she would ride down to Oak Creek Canyon! There
+was a low, singing melody of wind in the cedars. The earth became too
+beautiful in her magnified sight. A great truth was dawning upon her--that
+the sacrifice of what she had held as necessary to the enjoyment of life--
+that the strain of conflict, the labor of hands, the forcing of weary body,
+the enduring of pain, the contact with the earth--had served somehow to
+rejuvenate her blood, quicken her pulse, intensify her sensorial faculties,
+thrill her very soul, lead her into the realm of enchantment.
+
+One afternoon a dull, lead-black-colored cinder knoll tempted her to
+explore its bare heights. She rode up until her mustang sank to his knees
+and could climb no farther. From there she essayed the ascent on foot. It
+took labor. But at last she gained the summit, burning, sweating, panting.
+
+The cinder hill was an extinct crater of a volcano. In the center of it lay
+a deep bowl, wondrously symmetrical, and of a dark lusterless hue. Not a
+blade of grass was there, nor a plant. Carley conceived a desire to go to
+the bottom of this pit. She tried the cinders of the edge of the slope.
+They had the same consistency as those of the ascent she had overcome. But
+here there was a steeper incline. A tingling rush of daring seemed to drive
+her over the rounded rim, and, once started down, it was as if she wore
+seven-league boots. Fear left her. Only an exhilarating emotion consumed
+her. If there were danger, it mattered not. She strode down with giant
+steps, she plunged, she started avalanches to ride them until they stopped,
+she leaped, and lastly she fell, to roll over the soft cinders to the pit.
+
+There she lay. It seemed a comfortable resting place. The pit was scarcely
+six feet across. She gazed upward and was astounded. How steep was the
+rounded slope on all sides! There were no sides; it was a circle. She
+looked up at a round lake of deep translucent sky. Such depth of blue, such
+exquisite rare color! Carley imagined she could gaze through it to the
+infinite beyond.
+
+She closed her eyes and rested. Soon the laboring of heart and breath
+calmed to normal, so that she could not hear them. Then she lay perfectly
+motionless. With eyes shut she seemed still to look, and what she saw was
+the sunlight through the blood and flesh of her eyelids. It was red, as
+rare a hue as the blue of sky. So piercing did it grow that she had to
+shade her eyes with her arm.
+
+Again the strange, rapt glow suffused her body. Never in all her life had
+she been so absolutely alone. She might as well have been in her grave. She
+might have been dead to all earthy things and reveling in spirit in the
+glory of the physical that had escaped her in life. And she abandoned
+herself to this influence.
+
+She loved these dry, dusty cinders; she loved the crater here hidden from
+all save birds; she loved the desert, the earth--above all, the sun. She
+was a product of the earth--a creation of the sun. She had been an
+infinitesimal atom of inert something that had quickened to life under the
+blazing magic of the sun. Soon her spirit would abandon her body and go on,
+while her flesh and bone returned to dust. This frame of hers, that carried
+the divine spark, belonged to the earth. She had only been ignorant,
+mindless, feelingless, absorbed in the seeking of gain, blind to the truth.
+She had to give. She had been created a woman; she belonged to nature; she
+was nothing save a mother of the future. She had loved neither Glenn
+Kilbourne nor life itself. False education, false standards, false
+environment had developed her into a woman who imagined she must feed her
+body on the milk and honey of indulgence.
+
+She was abased now--woman as animal, though saved and uplifted by her power
+of immortality. Transcendental was her female power to link life with the
+future. The power of the plant seed, the power of the earth, the heat of
+the sun, the inscrutable creation-spirit of nature, almost the divinity of
+God--these were all hers because she was a woman. That was the great
+secret, aloof so long. That was what had been wrong with life--the woman
+blind to her meaning, her power, her mastery.
+
+So she abandoned herself to the woman within her. She held out her arms to
+the blue abyss of heaven as if to embrace the universe. She was Nature. She
+kissed the dusty cinders and pressed her breast against the warm slope. Her
+heart swelled to bursting with a glorious and unutterable happiness.
+
+
+That afternoon as the sun was setting under a gold-white scroll of cloud
+Carley got back to Deep Lake.
+
+A familiar lounging figure crossed her sight. It approached to where she
+had dismounted. Charley, the sheep herder of Oak Creek!
+
+"Howdy!" he drawled, with his queer smile. "So it was you-all who had this
+Deep Lake section?"
+
+"Yes. And how are you, Charley?" she replied, shaking hands with him.
+
+"Me? Aw, I'm tip-top. I'm shore glad you got this ranch. Reckon I'll hit
+you for a job."
+
+"I'd give it to you. But aren't you working for the Hutters?"
+
+"Nope. Not any more. Me an' Stanton had a row with them."
+
+How droll and dry he was! His lean, olive-brown face, with its guileless
+clear eyes and his lanky figure in blue jeans vividly recalled Oak Creek to
+Carley.
+
+"Oh, I'm sorry," returned she haltingly, somehow checked in her warm rush
+of thought. "Stanton? . . . Did he quit too?"
+
+"Yep. He sure did."
+
+"What was the trouble?"
+
+"Reckon because Flo made up to Kilbourne," replied Charley, with a grin.
+
+"Ah! I--I see," murmured Carley. A blankness seemed to wave over her. It
+extended to the air without, to the sense of the golden sunset. It passed.
+What should she ask--what out of a thousand sudden flashing queries? "Are--
+are the Hutters back?"
+
+"Sure. Been back several days. I reckoned Hoyle told you. Mebbe he didn't
+know, though. For nobody's been to town."
+
+"How is--how are they all?" faltered Carley. There was a strange wall here
+between her thought and her utterance.
+
+"Everybody satisfied, I reckon," replied Charley.
+
+"Flo--how is she?" burst out Carley.
+
+"Aw, Flo's loony over her husband," drawled Charley, his clear eyes on
+Carley's.
+
+"Husband!" she gasped.
+
+"Sure. Flo's gone an' went an' done what I swore on."
+
+"Who?" whispered Carley, and the query was a terrible blade piercing her
+heart.
+
+"Now who'd you reckon on?" asked Charley, with his slow grin.
+
+Carley's lips were mute.
+
+"Wal, it was your old beau thet you wouldn't have," returned Charley, as he
+gathered up his long frame, evidently to leave. "Kilbourne! He an' Flo came
+back from the Tonto all hitched up."
+
+
+CHAPTER XII
+
+Vague sense of movement, of darkness, and of cold attended Carley's
+consciousness for what seemed endless time.
+
+A fall over rocks and a severe thrust from a sharp branch brought an acute
+appreciation of her position, if not of her mental state. Night had fallen.
+The stars were out. She had stumbled over a low ledge. Evidently she had
+wandered around, dazedly and aimlessly, until brought to her senses by
+pain. But for a gleam of campfires through the cedars she would have been
+lost. It did not matter. She was lost, anyhow. What was it that had
+happened?
+
+Charley, the sheep herder! Then the thunderbolt of his words burst upon
+her, and she collapsed to the cold stones. She lay quivering from head to
+toe. She dug her fingers into the moss and lichen. "Oh, God, to think--
+after all--it happened!" she moaned. There had been a rending within her
+breast, as of physical violence, from which she now suffered anguish. There
+were a thousand stinging nerves. There was a mortal sickness of horror, of
+insupportable heartbreaking loss. She could not endure it. She could not
+live under it.
+
+She lay there until energy supplanted shock. Then she rose to rush into the
+darkest shadows of the cedars, to grope here and there, hanging her head,
+wringing her hands, beating her breast. "It can't be true," she cried. "Not
+after my struggle--my victory--not now!" But there had been no victory. And
+now it was too late. She was betrayed, ruined, lost. That wonderful love
+had wrought transformation in her--and now havoc. Once she fell against the
+branches of a thick cedar that upheld her. The fragrance which had been
+sweet was now bitter. Life that had been bliss was now hateful! She could
+not keep still for a single moment.
+
+Black night, cedars, brush, rocks, washes, seemed not to obstruct her. In a
+frenzy she rushed on, tearing her dress, her hands, her hair. Violence of
+some kind was imperative. All at once a pale gleaming open space,
+shimmering under the stars, lay before her. It was water. Deep Lake! And
+instantly a hideous terrible longing to destroy herself obsessed her. She
+had no fear. She could have welcomed the cold, slimy depths that meant
+oblivion. But could they really bring oblivion? A year ago she would have
+believed so, and would no longer have endured such agony. She had changed.
+A cursed strength had come to her, and it was this strength that now
+augmented her torture. She flung wide her arms to the pitiless white stars
+and looked up at them. "My hope, my faith, my love have failed me," she
+whispered. "They have been a lie. I went through hell for them. And now
+I've nothing to live for.... Oh, let me end it all!"
+
+If she prayed to the stars for mercy, it was denied her. Passionlessly they
+blazed on. But she could not kill herself. In that hour death would have
+been the only relief and peace left to her. Stricken by the cruelty of her
+fate, she fell back against the stones and gave up to grief. Nothing was
+left but fierce pain. The youth and vitality and intensity of her then
+locked arms with anguish and torment and a cheated, unsatisfied love.
+Strength of mind and body involuntarily resisted the ravages of this
+catastrophe. Will power seemed nothing, but the flesh of her, that medium
+of exquisite sensation, so full of life, so prone to joy, refused to
+surrender. The part of her that felt fought terribly for its heritage.
+
+All night long Carley lay there. The crescent moon went down, the stars
+moved on their course, the coyotes ceased to wail, the wind died away, the
+lapping of the waves along the lake shore wore to gentle splash, the
+whispering of the insects stopped as the cold of dawn approached. The
+darkest hour fell--hour of silence, solitude, and melancholy, when the
+desert lay tranced, cold, waiting, mournful without light of moon or stars
+or sun.
+
+In the gray dawn Carley dragged her bruised and aching body back to her
+tent, and, fastening the door, she threw off wet clothes and boots and fell
+upon her bed. Slumber of exhaustion came to her.
+
+When she awoke the tent was light and the moving shadows of cedar boughs on
+the white canvas told that the sun was straight above. Carley ached as
+never before. A deep pang seemed invested in every bone. Her heart felt
+swollen out of proportion to its space in her breast. Her breathing came
+slow and it hurt. Her blood was sluggish. Suddenly she shut her eyes. She
+loathed the light of day. What was it that had happened?
+
+Then the brutal truth flashed over her again, in aspect new, with all the
+old bitterness. For an instant she experienced a suffocating sensation as
+if the canvas had sagged under the burden of heavy air and was crushing her
+breast and heart. Then wave after wave of emotion swept over her. The storm
+winds of grief and passion were loosened again. And she writhed in her
+misery.
+
+Some one knocked on her door. The Mexican woman called anxiously. Carley
+awoke to the fact that her presence was not solitary on the physical earth,
+even if her soul seemed stricken to eternal loneliness. Even in the desert
+there was a world to consider. Vanity that had bled to death, pride that
+had been crushed, availed her not here. But something else came to her
+support. The lesson of the West had been to endure, not to shirk--to face
+an issue, not to hide. Carley got up, bathed, dressed, brushed and arranged
+her dishevelled hair. The face she saw in the mirror excited her amaze and
+pity. Then she went out in answer to the call for dinner. But she could not
+eat. The ordinary functions of life appeared to be deadened.
+
+The day happened to be Sunday, and therefore the workmen were absent.
+Carley had the place to herself. How the half-completed house mocked her!
+She could not bear to look at it. What use could she make of it now? Flo
+Hutter had become the working comrade of Glenn Kilbourne, the mistress of
+his cabin. She was his wife and she would be the mother of his children.
+
+That thought gave birth to the darkest hour of Carley Burch's life. She
+became possessed as by a thousand devils. She became merely a female robbed
+of her mate. Reason was not in her, nor charity, nor justice. All that was
+abnormal in human nature seemed coalesced in her, dominant, passionate,
+savage, terrible. She hated with an incredible and insane ferocity. In the
+seclusion of her tent, crouched on her bed, silent, locked, motionless, she
+yet was the embodiment of all terrible strife and storm in nature. Her
+heart was a maelstrom and would have whirled and sucked down to hell all
+the beings that were men. Her soul was a bottomless gulf, filled with the
+gales and the fires of jealousy, superhuman to destroy.
+
+That fury consumed all her remaining strength, and from the relapse she
+sank to sleep.
+
+Morning brought the inevitable reaction. However long her other struggles,
+this monumental and final one would be brief. She realized that, yet was
+unable to understand how it could be possible, unless shock or death or
+mental aberration ended the fight. An eternity of emotion lay back between
+this awakening of intelligence and the hour of her fall into the clutches
+of primitive passion.
+
+That morning she faced herself in the mirror and asked, "Now--what do I owe
+you?" It was not her voice that answered. It was beyond her. But it said:
+"Go on! You are cut adrift. You are alone. You owe none but yourself! . . .
+Go on! Not backward--not to the depths--but up--upward!"
+
+She shuddered at such a decree. How impossible for her! All animal, all
+woman, all emotion, how could she live on the cold, pure heights? Yet she
+owed something intangible and inscrutable to herself. Was it the thing that
+woman lacked physically, yet contained hidden in her soul? An element of
+eternal spirit to rise! Because of heartbreak and ruin and irreparable loss
+must she fall? Was loss of love and husband and children only a test? The
+present hour would be swallowed in the sum of life's trials. She could not
+go back. She would not go down. There was wrenched from her tried and sore
+heart an unalterable and unquenchable decision--to make her own soul prove
+the evolution of woman. Vessel of blood and flesh she might be, doomed by
+nature to the reproduction of her kind, but she had in her the supreme
+spirit and power to carry on the progress of the ages--the climb of woman
+out of the darkness.
+
+Carley went out to the workmen. The house should be completed and she would
+live in it. Always there was the stretching and illimitable desert to look
+at, and the grand heave upward of the mountains. Hoyle was full of zest for
+the practical details of the building. He saw nothing of the havoc wrought
+in her. Nor did the other workmen glance more than casually at her. In this
+Carley lost something of a shirking fear that her loss and grief were
+patent to all eyes.
+
+That afternoon she mounted the most spirited of the mustangs she had
+purchased from the Indians. To govern him and stick on him required all her
+energy. And she rode him hard and far, out across the desert, across mile
+after mile of cedar forest, clear to the foothills. She rested there,
+absorbed in gazing desertward, and upon turning back again, she ran him
+over the level stretches. Wind and branch threshed her seemingly to
+ribbons. Violence seemed good for her. A fall had no fear for her now. She
+reached camp at dusk, hot as fire, breathless and strengthless. But she had
+earned something. Such action required constant use of muscle and mind. If
+need be she could drive both to the very furthermost limit. She could ride
+and ride--until the future, like the immensity of the desert there, might
+swallow her. She changed her clothes and rested a while. The call to supper
+found her hungry. In this fact she discovered mockery of her grief. Love
+was not the food of life. Exhausted nature's need of rest and sleep was no
+respecter of a woman's emotion.
+
+Next day Carley rode northward, wildly and fearlessly, as if this conscious
+activity was the initiative of an endless number of rides that were to save
+her. As before the foothills called her, and she went on until she came to
+a very high one.
+
+Carley dismounted from her panting horse, answering the familiar impulse to
+attain heights by her own effort.
+
+"Am I only a weakling?" she asked herself. "Only a creature mined by the
+fever of the soul! . . . Thrown from one emotion to another? Never the
+same. Yearning, suffering, sacrificing, hoping, and changing--forever the
+same! What is it that drives me? A great city with all its attractions has
+failed to help me realize my life. So have friends failed. So has the
+world. What can solitude and grandeur do? . . . All this obsession of
+mine--all this strange feeling for simple elemental earthly things likewise
+will fail me. Yet I am driven. They would call me a mad woman."
+
+It took Carley a full hour of slow body-bending labor to climb to the
+summit of that hill. High, steep, and rugged, it resisted ascension. But at
+last she surmounted it and sat alone on the heights, with naked eyes, and
+an unconscious prayer on her lips.
+
+What was it that had happened? Could there be here a different answer from
+that which always mocked her?
+
+She had been a girl, not accountable for loss of mother, for choice of home
+and education. She had belonged to a class. She had grown to womanhood in
+it. She had loved, and in loving had escaped the evil of her day, if not
+its taint. She had lived only for herself. Conscience had awakened--but,
+alas! too late. She had overthrown the sordid, self-seeking habit of life;
+she had awakened to real womanhood; she had fought the insidious spell of
+modernity and she had defeated it; she had learned the thrill of taking
+root in new soil, the pain and joy of labor, the bliss of solitude, the
+promise of home and love and motherhood. But she had gathered all these
+marvelous things to her soul too late for happiness.
+
+"Now it is answered," she declared aloud. "That is what has happened? . . .
+And all that is past. . . . Is there anything left? If so what?"
+
+She flung her query out to the winds of the desert. But the desert seemed
+too gray, too vast, too remote, too aloof, too measureless. It was not
+concerned with her little life. Then she turned to the mountain kingdom.
+
+It seemed overpoweringly near at hand. It loomed above her to pierce the
+fleecy clouds. It was only a stupendous upheaval of earth-crust, grown over
+at the base by leagues and leagues of pine forest, belted along the middle
+by vast slanting zigzag slopes of aspen, rent and riven toward the heights
+into canyon and gorge, bared above to cliffs and corners of craggy rock,
+whitened at the sky-piercing peaks by snow. Its beauty and sublimity were
+lost upon Carley now; she was concerned with its travail, its age, its
+endurance, its strength. And she studied it with magnified sight.
+
+What incomprehensible subterranean force had swelled those immense slopes
+and lifted the huge bulk aloft to the clouds? Cataclysm of nature--the
+expanding or shrinking of the earth--vast volcanic action under the surface!
+Whatever it had been, it had left its expression of the travail of the
+universe. This mountain mass had been hot gas when flung from the parent
+sun, and now it was solid granite. What had it endured in the making? What
+indeed had been its dimensions before the millions of years of its
+struggle?
+
+Eruption, earthquake, avalanche, the attrition of glacier, the erosion of
+water, the cracking of frost, the weathering of rain and wind and snow--
+these it had eternally fought and resisted in vain, yet still it stood
+magnificent, frowning, battle-scarred and undefeated. Its sky-piercing
+peaks were as cries for mercy to the Infinite. This old mountain realized
+its doom. It had to go, perhaps to make room for a newer and better
+kingdom. But it endured because of the spirit of nature. The great notched
+circular line of rock below and between the peaks, in the body of the
+mountains, showed where in ages past the heart of living granite had blown
+out, to let loose on all the near surrounding desert the streams of black
+lava and the hills of black cinders. Despite its fringe of green it was
+hoary with age. Every looming gray-faced wall, massive and sublime, seemed
+a monument of its mastery over time. Every deep-cut canyon, showing the
+skeleton ribs, the caverns and caves, its avalanche-carved slides, its
+long, fan-shaped, spreading taluses, carried conviction to the spectator
+that it was but a frail bit of rock, that its life was little and brief,
+that upon it had been laid the merciless curse of nature. Change! Change
+must unknit the very knots of the center of the earth. So its strength lay
+in the sublimity of its defiance. It meant to endure to the last rolling
+grain of sand. It was a dead mountain of rock, without spirit, yet it
+taught a grand lesson to the seeing eye.
+
+Life was only a part, perhaps an infinitely small part of nature's plan.
+Death and decay were just as important to her inscrutable design. The
+universe had not been created for life, ease, pleasure, and happiness of a
+man creature developed from lower organisms. If nature's secret was the
+developing of a spirit through all time, Carley divined that she had it
+within her. So the present meant little.
+
+"I have no right to be unhappy," concluded Carley. "I had no right to Glenn
+Kilbourne. I failed him. In that I failed myself. Neither life nor nature
+failed me--nor love. It is no longer a mystery. Unhappiness is only a
+change. Happiness itself is only change. So what does it matter? The great
+thing is to see life--to understand--to feel--to work--to fight--to endure.
+It is not my fault I am here. But it is my fault if I leave this strange
+old earth the poorer for my failure. . . . I will no longer be little. I
+will find strength. I will endure. . . . I still have eyes, ears, nose,
+taste. I can feel the sun, the wind, the nip of frost. Must I slink like a
+craven because I've lost the love of one man? Must I hate Flo Hutter
+because she will make Glenn happy? Never! ... All of this seems better so,
+because through it I am changed. I might have lived on, a selfish clod!"
+
+Carley turned from the mountain kingdom and faced her future with the
+profound and sad and far-seeing look that had come with her lesson. She
+knew what to give. Sometime and somewhere there would be recompense. She
+would hide her wound in the faith that time would heal it. And the ordeal
+she set herself, to prove her sincerity and strength, was to ride down to
+Oak Creek Canyon.
+
+Carley did not wait many days. Strange how the old vanity held her back
+until something of the havoc in her face should be gone!
+
+One morning she set out early, riding her best horse, and she took a sheep
+trail across country. The distance by road was much farther. The June
+morning was cool, sparkling, fragrant. Mocking birds sang from the topmost
+twig of cedars; doves cooed in the pines; sparrow hawks sailed low over the
+open grassy patches. Desert primroses showed their rounded pink clusters in
+sunny places, and here and there burned the carmine of Indian paint-brush.
+Jack rabbits and cotton-tails bounded and scampered away through the sage.
+The desert had life and color and movement this June day. And as always
+there was the dry fragrance on the air.
+
+Her mustang had been inured to long and consistent travel over the desert.
+Her weight was nothing to him and he kept to the swinging lope for miles.
+As she approached Oak Creek Canyon, however, she drew him to a trot, and
+then a walk. Sight of the deep red-walled and green-floored canyon was a
+shock to her.
+
+The trail came out on the road that led to Ryan's sheep camp, at a point
+several miles west of the cabin where Carley had encountered Haze Ruff. She
+remembered the curves and stretches, and especially the steep jump-off
+where the road led down off the rim into the canyon. Here she dismounted
+and walked. From the foot of this descent she knew every rod of the way
+would be familiar to her, and, womanlike, she wanted to turn away and fly
+from them. But she kept on and mounted again at level ground.
+
+The murmur of the creek suddenly assailed her ears--sweet, sad, memorable,
+strangely powerful to hurt. Yet the sound seemed of long ago. Down here
+summer had advanced. Rich thick foliage overspread the winding road of
+sand. Then out of the shade she passed into the sunnier regions of isolated
+pines. Along here she had raced Calico with Glenn's bay; and here she had
+caught him, and there was the place she had fallen. She halted a moment
+under the pine tree where Glenn had held her in his arms. Tears dimmed her
+eyes. If only she had known then the truth, the reality! But regrets were
+useless.
+
+By and by a craggy red wall loomed above the trees, and its pipe-organ
+conformation was familiar to Carley. She left the road and turned to go
+down to the creek. Sycamores and maples and great bowlders, and mossy
+ledges overhanging the water, and a huge sentinel pine marked the spot
+where she and Glenn had eaten their lunch that last day. Her mustang
+splashed into the clear water and halted to drink. Beyond, through the
+trees, Carley saw the sunny red-earthed clearing that was Glenn's farm. She
+looked, and fought herself, and bit her quivering lip until she tasted
+blood. Then she rode out into the open.
+
+The whole west side of the canyon had been cleared and cultivated and
+plowed. But she gazed no farther. She did not want to see the spot where
+she had given Glenn his ring and had parted from him. She rode on. If she
+could pass West Fork she believed her courage would rise to the completion
+of this ordeal. Places were what she feared. Places that she had loved
+while blindly believing she hated! There the narrow gap of green and blue
+split the looming red wall. She was looking into West Fork. Up there stood
+the cabin. How fierce a pang rent her breast! She faltered at the crossing
+of the branch stream, and almost surrendered. The water murmured, the
+leaves rustled, the bees hummed, the birds sang--all with some sad
+sweetness that seemed of the past.
+
+Then the trail leading up West Fork was like a barrier. She saw horse
+tracks in it. Next she descried boot tracks the shape of which was so
+well-remembered that it shook her heart. There were fresh tracks in the
+sand, pointing in the direction of the Lodge. Ah! that was where Glenn
+lived now. Carley strained at her will to keep it fighting her memory. The
+glory and the dream were gone!
+
+A touch of spur urged her mustang into a gallop. The splashing ford of the
+creek--the still, eddying pool beyond--the green orchards--the white lacy
+waterfall--and Lolomi Lodge!
+
+Nothing had altered. But Carley seemed returning after many years. Slowly
+she dismounted--slowly she climbed the porch steps. Was there no one at
+home? Yet the vacant doorway, the silence--something attested to the
+knowledge of Carley's presence. Then suddenly Mrs. Hutter fluttered out
+with Flo behind her.
+
+"You dear girl--I'm so glad!" cried Mrs. Hutter, her voice trembling.
+
+"I'm glad to see you, too," said Carley, bending to receive Mrs. Hutter's
+embrace. Carley saw dim eyes--the stress of agitation, but no surprise.
+
+"Oh, Carley!" burst out the Western girl, with voice rich and full, yet
+tremulous.
+
+"Flo, I've come to wish you happiness," replied Carley, very low.
+
+Was it the same Flo? This seemed more of a woman--strange now--white and
+strained--beautiful, eager, questioning. A cry of gladness burst from her.
+Carley felt herself enveloped in strong close clasp--and then a warm, quick
+kiss of joy, It shocked her, yet somehow thrilled. Sure was the welcome
+here. Sure was the strained situation, also, but the voice rang too glad a
+note for Carley. It touched her deeply, yet she could not understand. She
+had not measured the depth of Western friendship.
+
+"Have you--seen Glenn?" queried Flo, breathlessly.
+
+"Oh no, indeed not," replied Carley, slowly gaining composure. The nervous
+agitation of these women had stilled her own. "I just rode up the trail.
+Where is he?"
+
+"He was here--a moment ago," panted Flo. "Oh, Carley, we sure are locoed.
+. . . Why, we only heard an hour ago--that you were at Deep Lake. . . .
+Charley rode in. He told us. . . . I thought my heart would break. Poor
+Glenn! When he heard it. . . . But never mind me. Jump your horse and run
+to West Fork!"
+
+The spirit of her was like the strength of her arms as she hurried Carley
+across the porch and shoved her down the steps.
+
+"Climb on and run, Carley," cried Flo. "If you only knew how glad he'll be
+that you came!"
+
+Carley leaped into the saddle and wheeled the mustang. But she had no
+answer for the girl's singular, almost wild exultance. Then like a shot the
+spirited mustang was off down the lane. Carley wondered with swelling
+heart. Was her coming such a wondrous surprise--so unexpected and big in
+generosity--something that would make Kilbourne as glad as it had seemed to
+make Flo? Carley thrilled to this assurance.
+
+Down the lane she flew. The red walls blurred and the sweet wind whipped
+her face. At the trail she swerved the mustang, but did not check his gait.
+Under the great pines he sped and round the bulging wall. At the rocky
+incline leading to the creek she pulled the fiery animal to a trot. How low
+and clear the water! As Carley forded it fresh cool drops splashed into her
+face. Again she spurred her mount and again trees and walls rushed by. Up
+and down the yellow bits of trail--on over the brown mats of pine needles
+--until there in the sunlight shone the little gray log cabin with a tall
+form standing in the door. One instant the canyon tilted on end for Carley
+and she was riding into the blue sky. Then some magic of soul sustained
+her, so that she saw clearly. Reaching the cabin she reined in her mustang.
+
+"Hello, Glenn! Look who's here!" she cried, not wholly failing of gayety.
+
+He threw up his sombrero.
+
+"Whoopee!" he yelled, in stentorian voice that rolled across the canyon and
+bellowed in hollow echo and then clapped from wall to wall. The unexpected
+Western yell, so strange from Glenn, disconcerted Carley. Had he only
+answered her spirit of greeting? Had hers rung false?
+
+But he was coming to her. She had seen the bronze of his face turn to
+white. How gaunt and worn he looked. Older he appeared, with deeper lines
+and whiter hair. His jaw quivered.
+
+"Carley Burch, so it was you?" he queried, hoarsely.
+
+"Glenn, I reckon it was," she replied. "I bought your Deep Lake ranch site.
+I came back too late . . . . But it is never too late for some things. . . .
+I've come to wish you and Flo all the happiness in the world--and to say
+we must be friends."
+
+The way he looked at her made her tremble. He strode up beside the mustang,
+and he was so tall that his shoulder came abreast of her. He placed a big
+warm hand on hers, as it rested, ungloved, on the pommel of the saddle.
+
+"Have you seen Flo?" he asked.
+
+"I just left her. It was funny--the way she rushed me off after you. As if
+there weren't two--"
+
+Was it Glenn's eyes or the movement of his hand that checked her utterance?
+His gaze pierced her soul. His hand slid along her arm to her waist--around
+it. Her heart seemed to burst.
+
+"Kick your feet out of the stirrups," he ordered.
+
+Instinctively she obeyed. Then with a strong pull he hauled her half out of
+the saddle, pellmell into his arms. Carley had no resistance. She sank
+limp, in an agony of amaze. Was this a dream? Swift and hard his lips met
+hers--and again--and again. . . .
+
+"Oh, my God!--Glenn, are--you--mad?" she whispered, almost swooning.
+
+"Sure--I reckon I am," he replied, huskily, and pulled her all the way out
+of the saddle.
+
+Carley would have fallen but for his support. She could not think. She was
+all instinct. Only the amaze--the sudden horror--drifted--faded as before
+fires of her heart!
+
+"Kiss me!" he commanded.
+
+She would have kissed him if death were the penalty. How his face blurred
+in her dimmed sight! Was that a strange smile? Then he held her back from
+him.
+
+"Carley--you came to wish Flo and me happiness?" he asked.
+
+"Oh, yes--yes. . . . Pity me, Glenn--let me go. I meant well. . . . I
+should--never have come."
+
+"Do you love me?" he went on, with passionate, shaking clasp.
+
+"God help me--I do--I do! . . . And now it will kill me!"
+
+"What did that damned fool Charley tell you?"
+
+The strange content of his query, the trenchant force of it, brought her
+upright, with sight suddenly cleared. Was this giant the tragic Glenn who
+had strode to her from the cabin door?
+
+"Charley told me--you and Flo--were married," she whispered.
+
+"You didn't believe him!" returned Glenn.
+
+She could no longer speak. She could only see her lover, as if
+transfigured, limned dark against the looming red wall.
+
+"That was one of Charley's queer jokes. I told you to beware of him. Flo is
+married, yes--and very happy. . . . I'm unutterably happy, too--but I'm not
+married. Lee Stanton was the lucky bridegroom. . . . Carley, the moment I
+saw you I knew you had come back to me."
+
+
+
+
+
+End of The Project Gutenberg Etext The Call of the Canyon, by Zane Grey
+
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