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f chest。 And in addition to these physical manifestations there were subtle intimations of a delight in a freedom of body she had never before known； of an exhilaration in action that made her hot and made her breathe； of a sloughing off of numberless petty and fussy and luxurious little superficialities which she had supposed were necessary to her happiness。 What she had undertaken in vain conquest of Glenn's pride and Flo Hutter's Western tolerance she had found to be a boomerang。 She had won Glenn's admiration； she had won the Western girl's recognition。 But her passionate； stubborn desire had been ignoble； and was proved so by the rebound of her achievement； coming home to her with a sweetness she had not the courage to accept。 She forced it from her。 This West with its rawness； its ruggedness； she hated。
Nevertheless； the June days passed； growing dreamily swift； growing more incomprehensibly full； and still she had not broached to Glenn the main object of her visitto take him back East。 Yet a little while longer！ She hated his work and had not talked of that。 Yet an honest consciousness told her that as time flew by she feared more and more to tell him that he was wasting his life there and that she could not bear it。 Still was he wasting it？ Once in a while a timid and unfamiliar Carley Burch voiced a pregnant query。 Perhaps what held Carley back most was the happiness she achieved in her walks and rides with Glenn。 She lingered because of them。 Every day she loved him more； and yetthere was something。 Was it in her or in him？ She had a woman's assurance of his love and sometimes she caught her breathso sweet and strong was the tumultuous emotion it stirred。 She preferred to enjoy while she could； to dream instead of think。 But it was not possible to hold a blank； dreamy； lulled consciousness all the time。 Thought would return。 And not always could she drive away a feeling that Glenn would never be her slave。 She divined something in his mind that kept him gentle and kindly； restrained always； sometimes melancholy and aloof； as if he were an impassive destiny waiting for the iron consequences he knew inevitably must fall。 What was this that he knew which she did not know？ The idea haunted her。 Perhaps it was that which compelled her to use all her woman's wiles and charms on Glenn。 Still； though it thrilled her to see she made him love her more as the days passed； she could not blind herself to the truth that no softness or allurement of hers changed this strange restraint in him。 How that baffled her！ Was it resistance or knowledge or nobility or doubt？
Flo Hutter's twentieth birthday came along the middle of June； and all the neighbors and range hands for miles around were invited to celebrate it。
For the second time during her visit Carley put on the white gown that had made Flo gasp with delight； and had stunned Mrs。 Hutter； and had brought a reluctant compliment from Glenn。 Carley liked to create a sensation。 What were exquisite and expensive gowns for； if not that？
It was twilight on this particular June night when she was ready to go downstairs； and she tarried a while on the long porch。 The evening star； so lonely and radiant； so cold and passionless in the dusky blue； had become an object she waited for and watched； the same as she had come to love the dreaming； murmuring melody of the waterfall。 She lingered there。 What had the sights and sounds and smells of this wild canyon come to mean to her？ She could not say。 But they had changed immeasurably。
Her soft slippers made no sound on the porch； and as she turned the corner of the house； where shadows hovered thick； she heard Lee Stanton's voice：
〃But； Flo； you loved me before Kilbourne came。〃
The content； the pathos； of his voice chained Carley to the spot。 Some situations； like fate； were beyond resisting。
〃Shore I did；〃 replied Flo； dreamily。 This was the voice of a girl who was being confronted by happy and sad thoughts on her birthday。
〃Don't youlove mestill？〃 he asked； huskily。
〃Why； of course； Lee！ I don't change；〃 she said。
〃But then； why〃 There for the moment his utterance or courage failed。
〃Lee； do you want the honest to God's truth？〃
〃I reckonI do。〃
〃Well； I love you just as I always did；〃 replied Flo； earnestly。 〃But； Lee； I love him more than you or anybody。〃
〃My Heaven！ Floyou'll ruin us all！〃 he exclaimed； hoarsely。
〃No； I won't either。 You can't say I'm not level headed。 I hated to tell you this； Lee； but you made me。〃
〃Flo； you love me an' himtwo men？〃 queried Stanton； incredulously。
〃I shore do；〃 she drawled； with a soft laugh。 〃And it's no fun。〃
〃Reckon I don't cut much of a figure alongside Kilbourne；〃 said Stanton； disconsolately。
〃Lee； you could stand alongside any man；〃 replied Flo； eloquently。 〃You're Western； and you're steady and loyal； and you'llwell； some day you'll be like dad。 Could I say more？ 。 。 。 But； Lee； this man is different。 He is wonderful。 I can't explain it； but I feel it。 He has been through hell's fire。 Oh！ will I ever forget his ravings when he lay so ill？ He means more to me than just one man。 He's American。 You're American； too； Lee； and you trained to be a soldier； and you would have made a grand oneif I know old Arizona。 But you were not called to France。 。 。 。 Glenn Kilbourne went。 God only knows what that means。 But he went。 And there's the difference。 I saw the wreck of him。 I did a little to save his life and his mind。 I wouldn't be an American girl if I didn't love him。 。 。 。 Oh； Lee； can't you understand？〃
〃I reckon so。 I'm not begrudging Glenn whatwhat you care。 I'm only afraid I'll lose you。〃
〃I never promised to marry you； did I？〃
〃Not in words。 But kisses ought to？〃
〃Yes； kisses mean a lot；〃 she replied。 〃And so far I stand committed。 I suppose I'll marry you some day and be blamed lucky。 I'll be happy； too don't you overlook that hunch。 。 。 。 You needn't worry。 Glenn is in love with Carley。 She's beautiful； richand of his class。 How could he ever see me？〃
〃Flo； you can never tell；〃 replied Stanton； thoughtfully。 〃I didn't like her at first。 But I'm comin' round。 The thing is； Flo； does she love him as you love him？〃
〃Oh； I think soI hope so；〃 answered Flo； as if in distress。
〃I'm not so shore。 But then I can't savvy her。 Lord knows I hope so； too。 If she doesn'tif she goes back East an' leaves him hereI reckon my case〃
〃Hush！ I know she's out here to take him back。 Let's go downstairs now。〃
〃Aw； waitFlo；〃 he begged。 〃What's your hurry？ 。 。 。 Come…give me〃
〃There！ That's all you get； birthday or no birthday；〃 replied Flo； gayly。
Carley heard the soft kiss and Stanton's deep breath； and then footsteps as they walked away in the gloom toward the stairway。 Carley leaned against the log wall。 She felt the rough woodsmelled the rusty pine rosin。 Her other hand pressed her bosom where her heart beat with unwonted vigor。 Footsteps and voices sounded beneath her。 Twilight had deepened into night。 The low murmur of the waterfall and the babble of the brook floated to her strained ears。
Listeners never heard good of themselves。 But Stanton's subtle doubt of any depth to her； though it hurt； was not so conflicting as the ri