the call of the canyon-第29节
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et 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 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； butbut〃
〃But I don't look happy；〃 interrupted Carley。 〃I am happy to get hometo see you all 。 。 。 Butmymy 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 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。 〃II hated the West。 It was so rawso violentso big。 I think I hate it morenow。 。 。 。 But it changed memade me over physicallyand did something to my soulGod 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 soundor seem。 Glenn is absorbed in his work。 I hated itI 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…lovingtoo spoiled。 And all the time he knew thisknew I'd never be big enough to marry him。 。 。 。 That broke my heart。 I left him freeand here I am。 。 。 。 I beg youdon't ask me any moreand never to mention it to meso 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 c
