the call of the canyon-第32章
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〃Then come backhomehome 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 hereI 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 thisthis wilderness home with me。 I don't ask it now。 I always knew you couldn't do it。 Yet you've changed sothat 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 crowdpeople… …luxuryfashionthe 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 comequickly。 。 。 。 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 youand I will be herehoping〃
〃II cannot listen；〃 she returned； brokenly； and she clenched her hands tightly to keep from wringing them。 〃II cannot face you。 。 。 。 Here isyour ring。 。 。 。 Youarefree。 。 。 。 Don't stop medon'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 herthe 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 valleysso different from the country she had seen coming Westso 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； lovelyas 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
