the call of the canyon-第34章
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ost 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 herthe 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 I 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。 II 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？〃
〃Ohyes！ 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 pleaseI 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…yardsthe 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 we 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 Westsomething you haven't hereand I don't want it all squeezed out of me。〃
The latter days of July Carley made busyso 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
