nent。　Did　this　explain　the　law　of　the　Persians　that　every　man　was　required　to　sweat　every　day？
  Carley　tried　to　picture　to　herself　Glenn's　attitude　of　mind　when　he　had　first　gone　to　work　here　in　the　West。　Resolutely　she　now　denied　her　shrinking；　cowardly　sensitiveness。　She　would　go　to　the　root　of　this　matter；　if　she　had　intelligence　enough。　Crippled；　ruined　in　health；　wrecked　and　broken　by　an　inexplicable　war；　soul…blighted　by　the　heartless；　callous　neglect　of　government　and　public；　on　the　verge　of　madness　at　the　insupportable　facts；　he　had　yet　been　wonderful　enough；　true　enough　to　himself　and　God；　to　fight　for　life　with　the　instinct　of　a　man；　to　fight　for　his　mind　with　a　noble　and　unquenchable　faith。　Alone　indeed　he　had　been　alone！　And　by　some　miracle　beyond　the　power　of　understanding　he　had　found　day　by　day　in　his　painful　efforts　some　hope　and　strength　to　go　on。　He　could　not　have　had　any　illusions。　For　Glenn　Kilbourne　the　health　and　happiness　and　success　most　men　held　so　dear　must　have　seemed　impossible。　His　slow；　daily；　tragic；　and　terrible　task　must　have　been　something　he　owed　himself。　Not　for　Carley　Burch！　She　like　all　the　others　had　failed　him。　How　Carley　shuddered　in　confession　of　that！　Not　for　the　country　which　had　used　him　and　cast　him　off！　Carley　divined　now；　as　if　by　a　flash　of　lightning；　the　meaning　of　Glenn's　strange；　cold；　scornful；　and　aloof　manner　when　he　had　encountered　young　men　of　his　station；　as　capable　and　as　strong　as　he；　who　had　escaped　the　service　of　the　army。　For　him　these　men　did　not　exist。　They　were　less　than　nothing。　They　had　waxed　fat　on　lucrative　jobs；　they　had　basked　in　the　presence　of　girls　whose　brothers　and　lovers　were　in　the　trenches　or　on　the　turbulent　sea；　exposed　to　the　ceaseless　dread　and　almost　ceaseless　toil　of　war。　If　Glenn's　spirit　had　lifted　him　to　endurance　of　war　for　the　sake　of　others；　how　then　could　it　fail　him　in　a　precious　duty　of　fidelity　to　himself？　Carley　could　see　him　day　by　day　toiling　in　his　lonely　canyon　plodding　to　his　lonely　cabin。　He　had　been　playing　the　gamefighting　it　out　alone　as　surely　he　knew　his　brothers　of　like　misfortune　were　fighting。
  So　Glenn　Kilbourne　loomed　heroically　in　Carley's　transfigured　sight。　He　was　one　of　Carley's　battle…scarred　warriors。　Out　of　his　travail　he　had　climbed　on　stepping…stones　of　his　dead　self。　Resurqam！　That　had　been　his　unquenchable　cry。　Who　had　heard　it？　Only　the　solitude　of　his　lonely　canyon；　only　the　waiting；　dreaming；　watching　walls；　only　the　silent　midnight　shadows；　only　the　white；　blinking；　passionless　stars；　only　the　wild　creatures　of　his　haunts；　only　the　moaning　wind　in　the　pinesonly　these　had　been　with　him　in　his　agony。　How　near　were　these　things　to　God？
  Carley's　heart　seemed　full　to　bursting。　Not　another　single　moment　could　her　mounting　love　abide　in　a　heart　that　held　a　double　purpose。　How　bitter　the　assurance　that　she　had　not　come　West　to　help　him！　It　was　self；　self；　all　self　that　had　actuated　her。　Unworthy　indeed　was　she　of　the　love　of　this　man。　Only　a　lifetime　of　devotion　to　him　could　acquit　her　in　the　eyes　of　her　better　self。　Sweetly　and　madly　raced　the　thrill　and　tumult　of　her　blood。　There　must　be　only　one　outcome　to　her　romance。　Yet　the　next　instant　there　came　a　dull　throbbing…an　oppression　which　was　painan　impondering　vague　thought　of　catastrophe。　Only　the　fearfulness　of　love　perhaps！
  She　saw　him　complete　his　task　and　wipe　his　brown　moist　face　and　stride　toward　her；　coming　nearer；　tall　and　erect　with　something　added　to　his　soldierly　bearing；　with　a　light　in　his　eyes　she　could　no　longer　bear。
  The　moment　for　which　she　had　waited　more　than　two　months　had　come　at　last。
  〃Glennwhen　will　you　go　back　East？〃　she　asked；　tensely　and　low。
  The　instant　the　words　were　spent　upon　her　lips　she　realized　that　he　had　always　been　waiting　and　prepared　for　this　question　that　had　been　so　terrible　for　her　to　ask。
  〃Carley；〃　he　replied　gently；　though　his　voice　rang；　〃I　am　never　going　back　East。〃
  An　inward　quivering　hindered　her　articulation。
  〃Never？〃　she　whispered。
  〃Never　to　live；　or　stay　any　while；〃　he　went　on。　〃I　might　go　some　time　for　a　little　visit。　。　。　。　But　never　to　live。〃
  〃OhGlenn！〃　she　gasped；　and　her　hands　fluttered　out　to　him。　The　shock　was　driving　home。　No　amaze；　no　incredulity　succeeded　her　reception　of　the　fact。　It　was　a　slow　stab。　Carley　felt　the　cold　blanch　of　her　skin。　〃Thenthis　is　itthe　something　I　felt　strange　between　us？〃
  〃Yes；　I　knewand　you　never　asked　me；〃　he　replied。
  〃That　was　it？　All　the　time　you　knew；〃　she　whispered；　huskily。　〃You　knew。　。　。　。　I'd　nevermarry　younever　live　out　here？〃
  〃Yes；　Carley；　I　knew　you'd　never　be　woman　enoughAmerican　enoughto　help　me　reconstruct　my　broken　life　out　here　in　the　West；〃　he　replied；　with　a　sad　and　bitter　smile。
  That　flayed　her。　An　insupportable　shame　and　wounded　vanity　and　clamoring　love　contended　for　dominance　of　her　emotions。　Love　beat　down　all　else。
  〃DearestI　beg　of　youdon't　break　my　heart；〃　she　implored。
  〃I　love　you；　Carley；〃　he　answered；　steadily；　with　piercing　eyes　on　hers。
  〃Then　come　backhomehome　with　me。〃
  〃No。　If　you　love　me　you　will　be　my　wife。〃
  〃Love　you！　Glenn；　I　worship　you；〃　she　broke　out；　passionately。　〃But　I　could　not　live　hereI　could　not。〃
  〃Carley；　did　you　ever　read　of　the　woman　who　said；　'Whither　thou　goest；　there　will　I　go'　。　。　。〃
  〃Oh；　don't　be　ruthless！　Don't　judge　me。　。　。　。　I　never　dreamed　of　this。　I　came　West　to　take　you　back。〃
  〃My　dear；　it　was　a　mistake；〃　he　said；　gently；　softening　to　her　distress。　〃I'm　sorry　I　did　not　write　you　more　plainly。　But；　Carley；　I　could　not　ask　you　to　share　thisthis　wilderness　home　with　me。　I　don't　ask　it　now。　I　always　knew　you　couldn't　do　it。　Yet　you've　changed　sothat　I　hoped　against　hope。　Love　makes　us　blind　even　to　what　we　see。〃
  〃Don't　try　to　spare　me。　I'm　slight　and　miserable。　I　stand　abased　in　my　own　eyes。　I　thought　I　loved　you。　But　I　must　love　best　the　crowdpeople…　…luxuryfashionthe　damned　round　of　things　I　was　born　to。〃
  〃Carley；　you　will　realize　their　insufficiency　too　late；〃　he　replied；　earnestly。　〃The　things　you　were　born　to　are　love；　work；　children；　happiness。〃
  〃Don't！　don't！　。　。　。　they　are　hollow　mockery　for　me；〃　she　cried；　passionately。　〃Glenn；　it　is　the　end。　It　must　comequickly。　。　。　。　You　are　free。〃
  〃I　do　not　ask　to　be　free。　Wait。　Go　home　and　look　at　it　again　with　different　eyes。　Think　things　over。　Remember　what　came　to　me　out　of　the　West。　I　will　always　love　youand　I　will　be　herehoping〃
  〃II　cannot　listen；〃　she　returned；　brokenly；　and　she　clenched　her　hands　tightly　to　keep　from　wringing　them。　〃II　cannot　face　you。　。　。　。　Here　isyour　ring。　。　。　。　Youarefree。　。　。　。　Don't　stop　medon't　come。　。　。　。　Oh；　Glenn；　good…by！〃
  With　breaking　heart　she　whirled　away　from　him　and　hurried　down　the　slope　toward　the　trail。　The　shade　of　the　forest　enveloped　her。　Peering　back　through　the　trees；　she　saw　Glenn　standing　where　she　had　left　him；　as　if　already　stricken　by　the　loneliness　that　must　be　his　lot。　A　sob　broke　from　Carley's　throat。　She　hated　herself。　She　was　in　a　terrible　state　of　conflict。　Decision　had　been　wrenched　from　her；　but　she　sensed　unending　strife。　She　dared　not　look　back　again。　Stumbling　and　breathless；　she　hurried　on。　How　changed　the　atmosphere　and　sunlight　and　shadow　of　the　canyon！　The　looming　walls　had　pitiless　eyes　for　her　flight。　When　she　crossed　the　mouth　of　West　Fork　an　almost　irresistible　force　breathed　to　her　from　under　the　stately　pines。
  An　hour　later　she　had　bidden　farewell　to　the　weeping　Mrs。　Hutter；　and　to　the　white…faced　Flo；　and　Lolomi　Lodge；　and　the　murmuring　waterfall；　and　the　haunting　loneliness　of　Oak　Creek　Canyon。
  CHAPTER　VIII
  At　Flagstaff；　where　Carley　arrived　a　few　minutes　before　train　time；　she　was　too　busily　engaged　with　tickets　and　baggage　to　think　of　herself　or　of　the　significance　of　leaving　Arizona。　But　as　she　walked　into　the　Pullman　she　overheard　a　passenger　remark；　〃Regular　old　Arizona　sunset；〃　and　that　shook　her　heart。　Suddenly　she　realized　she　had　come　to　love　the　colorful　sunsets；　to　watch　and　wait　for　them。　And　bitterly　she　thought　how　that　was　her　way　to　learn　the　value　of　something　when　it　was　gone。
  The　jerk　and　start　of　the　train　affected　her　with　singular　depressing　shock。　She　had　burned　her　last　bridge　behind　her。　Had　she　unconsciously　hoped　for　some　incredible　reversion　of　Glenn's　mind　or　of　her　own？　A　sense　of　irreparable　loss　flooded　over　herthe　first　check　to　shame　and　humiliation。
  From　her　window　she　looked　out　to　the　southwest。　Somewhere　across　the　cedar　and　pine…greened　uplands　lay　Oak　Creek　Canyon；　going　to　sleep　in　its　purple　and　gold　shadows　of　sunset。　Banks　of　broken　clouds　hung　to　the　horizon；　like　continents　and　islands　and　reefs　set　in　a　turquoise　sea。　Shafts　of　sunlight　streaked　down　through　creamy…edged　and　purple…centered　clouds。　Vast　flare　of　gold　dominated　the　sunset　background。
  When　the　train　rounded　a　curve　Carley's　strained　vision　became　filled　with　the　upheaved　bulk　of　the　San　Francisco　Mountains。　Ragged　gray　grass　slopes　and　green　forests　on　end；　and　black　fringed　sky　lines；　all　pointed　to　the　sharp　clear　peaks　spearing　the　sky。　And　as　she　watched；　the　peaks　slowly　flushed　with　sunset　hues；　and　the　sky　flared　golden；　and　the　strength　of　the　eternal　mountains　stood　out　in　sculpture