the call of the canyon-第48章
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golden sunset。 It passed。 What should she askwhat 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 ishow are they all？〃 faltered Carley。 There was a strange wall here between her thought and her utterance。
〃Everybody satisfied； I reckon；〃 replied Charley。
〃Flohow 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 allit 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 strugglemy victorynot 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 herand 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 fellhour 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 shirkto 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 I 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； 〃Nowwhat do I owe you？〃 It was not her voice that answered。 It was beyond her。 But it said： 〃Go on！ You
