the call of the canyon-第35章
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e 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 breakingwearing 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 feelingsthat affair with Kilbourne is endedand 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 merespect 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 m rror 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 himonly kill that love。 Then I might love another manand if I did love himno 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 huska 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 balancerevenged 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 beenI 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 truehow 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。
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