riders of the purple sage-第36节
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the purple of that scudding front； swept beyond the eastern rampart of the valley。 The purple deepened to black。 Broad sheets of lightning flared over the western wall。 There were not yet any ropes or zigzag streaks darting down through the gathering darkness。 The storm center was still beyond Surprise Valley。
〃Listen！。。。Listen！〃 cried Bess； with her lips close to Venters's ear。 〃You'll hear Oldring's knell！〃
〃What's that？〃
〃Oldring's knell。 When the wind blows a gale in the caves it makes what the rustlers call Oldring's knell。 They believe it bodes his death。 I think he believes so； too。 It's not like any sound on earth。。。。It's beginning。 Listen！〃
The gale swooped down with a hollow unearthly howl。 It yelled and pealed and shrilled and shrieked。 It was made up of a thousand piercing cries。 It was a rising and a moving sound。 Beginning at the western break of the valley； it rushed along each gigantic cliff； whistling into the caves and cracks； to mount in power； to bellow a blast through the great stone bridge。 Gone； as into an engulfing roar of surging waters； it seemed to shoot back and begin all over again。
It was only wind； thought Venters。 Here sped and shrieked the sculptor that carved out the wonderful caves in the cliffs。 It was only a gale； but as Venters listened； as his ears became accustomed to the fury and strife； out of it all or through it or above it pealed low and perfectly clear and persistently uniform a strange sound that had no counterpart in all the sounds of the elements。 It was not of earth or of life。 It was the grief and agony of the gale。 A knell of all upon which it blew！
Black night enfolded the valley。 Venters could not see his companion； and knew of her presence only through the tightening hold of her hand on his arm。 He felt the dogs huddle closer to him。 Suddenly the dense； black vault overhead split asunder to a blue…white； dazzling streak of lightning。 The whole valley lay vividly clear and luminously bright in his sight。 Upreared； vast and magnificent； the stone bridge glimmered like some grand god of storm in the lightning's fire。 Then all flashed black againblacker than pitcha thick； impenetrable coal…blackness。 And there came a ripping； crashing report。 Instantly an echo resounded with clapping crash。 The initial report was nothing to the echo。 It was a terrible； living； reverberating； detonating crash。 The wall threw the sound across； and could have made no greater roar if it had slipped in avalanche。 From cliff to cliff the echo went in crashing retort and banged in lessening power； and boomed in thinner volume； and clapped weaker and weaker till a final clap could not reach across the waiting cliff。
In the pitchy darkness Venters led Bess； and； groping his way； by feel of hand found the entrance to her cave and lifted her up。 On the instant a blinding flash of lightning illumined the cave and all about him。 He saw Bess's face white now with dark； frightened eyes。 He saw the dogs leap up； and he followed suit。 The golden glare vanished； all was black； then came the splitting crack and the infernal din of echoes。
Bess shrank closer to him and closer； found his hands； and pressed them tightly over her ears； and dropped her face upon his shoulder； and hid her eyes。
Then the storm burst with a succession of ropes and streaks and shafts of lightning； playing continuously； filling the valley with a broken radiance； and the cracking shots followed each other swiftly till the echoes blended in one fearful； deafening crash。
Venters looked out upon the beautiful valleybeautiful now as never beforemystic in its transparent； luminous gloom； weird in the quivering； golden haze of lightning。 The dark spruces were tipped with glimmering lights； the aspens bent low in the winds； as waves in a tempest at sea； the forest of oaks tossed wildly and shone with gleams of fire。 Across the valley the huge cavern of the cliff…dwellers yawned in the glare； every little black window as clear as at noonday； but the night and the storm added to their tragedy。 Flung arching to the black clouds； the great stone bridge seemed to bear the brunt of the storm。 It caught the full fury of the rushing wind。 It lifted its noble crown to meet the lightnings。 Venters thought of the eagles and their lofty nest in a niche under the arch。 A driving pall of rain； black as the clouds； came sweeping on to obscure the bridge and the gleaming walls and the shining valley。 The lightning played incessantly； streaking down through opaque darkness of rain。 The roar of the wind； with its strange knell and the re…crashing echoes； mingled with the roar of the flooding rain； and all seemingly were deadened and drowned in a world of sound。
In the dimming pale light Venters looked down upon the girl。 She had sunk into his arms； upon his breast； burying her face。 She clung to him。 He felt the softness of her； and the warmth； and the quick heave of her breast。 He saw the dark； slender； graceful outline of her form。 A woman lay in his arms！ And he held her closer。 He who had been alone in the sad； silent watches of the night was not now and never must be again alone。 He who had yearned for the touch of a hand felt the long tremble and the heart…beat of a woman。 By what strange chance had she come to love him！ By what changeby what marvel had she grown into a treasure！
No more did he listen to the rush and roar of the thunder…storm。 For with the touch of clinging hands and the throbbing bosom he grew conscious of an inward stormthe tingling of new chords of thought； strange music of unheard； joyous bells sad dreams dawning to wakeful delight； dissolving doubt； resurging hope； force； fire； and freedom； unutterable sweetness of desire。 A storm in his breasta storm of real love。
CHAPTER XIV。 WEST WIND
When the storm abated Venters sought his own cave； and late in the night； as his blood cooled and the stir and throb and thrill subsided； he fell asleep。
With the breaking of dawn his eyes unclosed。 The valley lay drenched and bathed； a burnished oval of glittering green。 The rain…washed walls glistened in the morning light。 Waterfalls of many forms poured over the rims。 One； a broad； lacy sheet； thin as smoke； slid over the western notch and struck a ledge in its downward fall； to bound into broader leap； to burst far below into white and gold and rosy mist。
Venters prepared for the day； knowing himself a different man。
〃It's a glorious morning；〃 said Bess； in greeting。
〃Yes。 After the storm the west wind；〃 he replied。
〃Last night was Ivery much of a baby？〃 she asked； watching him。
〃Pretty much。〃
〃Oh； I couldn't help it！〃
〃I'm glad you were afraid。〃
〃Why？〃 she asked； in slow surprise。
〃I'll tell you some day；〃 he answered； soberly。 Then around the camp…fire and through the morning meal he was silent； afterward he strolled thoughtfully off alone along the terrace。 He climbed a great yellow rock raising its crest among the spruces； and there he sat down to face the valley and the west。
〃I love her！〃
Aloud he spokeunburdened his heartconfessed his secret。 For an instant the golden valley swam before his eyes； and the walls waved； and all about him whirled with tumult within。
〃I love her！。。。I understand now。〃
Reviving memory of Jane Withersteen and thought of the complications of the present amazed him with proof of how far he had drifted from his old life。 He discovered that he hated to take up the broken threads； to delve into dark problems and difficulties。 In this beautiful valley he had been living a beautiful dream。 Tranquillity had come to him； and the joy of solitude； and interest in all the wild creatures and crannies of this incomparable valleyand love。 Under the shadow of the great stone bridge God had revealed Himself to Venters。
〃The world seems very far away；〃 he muttered； 〃but it's thereand I'm not yet done with it。 Perhaps I never shall be。。。。Onlyhow glorious it would be to live here always and never think again！〃
Whereupon the resurging reality of the present； as if in irony of his wish； steeped him instantly in contending thought。 Out of it all he presently evolved these things： he must go to Cottonwoods； he must bring supplies back to Surprise Valley； he must cultivate the soil and raise corn and stock； and； most imperative of all； he must decide the future of the girl who loved him and whom he loved。 The first of these things required tremendous effort； the last one； concerning Bess； seemed simply and naturally easy of accomplishment。 He would marry her。 Suddenly； as from roots of poisonous fire； flamed up the forgotten truth concerning her。 It seemed to wither and shrivel up all his joy on its hot； tearing way to his heart。 She had been Oldring's Masked Rider。 To Venters's question； 〃What were you to Oldring？〃 she had answered with scarlet shame and drooping head。
〃What do I care who she is or what she was！〃 he cried； passionately。 And he knew it was not his old self speaking。 It was this softer； gentler man who had awakened to new thoughts in the quiet valley。 Tenderness； masterful in him now； matched the absence of joy and blunted the knife…edge of entering jealousy。 Strong and passionate effort of will； surprising to him； held back the poison from
