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or Nell。 。 。 。 We were not going to let the Huns treat you as they treated French and Belgian girls。 。 。 。 And think！ Nell was engaged to meshe loved meand； by God！ She married a slacker when I lay half dead on the battlefield！〃
〃She was not worth loving or fighting for；〃 said Carley； with agitation。
〃Ah！ now you've said something；〃 he declared。 〃If I can only hold to that truth！ What does one girl amount to？ I do not count。 It is the sum that counts。 We love Americaour homesour women！ 。 。 。 Carley； I've had comfort and strength come to me through you。 Glenn will have his reward in your love。 Somehow I seem to share it； a little。 Poor Glenn！ He got his； too。 Why； Carley； that guy wouldn't let you do what he could do for you。 He was cut to pieces〃
〃PleaseRustdon't say any more。 I am unstrung；〃 she pleaded。
〃Why not？ It's due you to know how splendid Glenn was。 。 。 。 I tell you； Carley； all the boys here love you for the way you've stuck to Glenn。 Some of them knew him； and I've told the rest。 We thought he'd never pull through。 But he has； and we know how you helped。 Going West to see him！ He didn't write it to me； but I know。 。 。 。 I'm wise。 I'm happy for himthe lucky dog。 Next time you go West〃
〃Hush！〃 cried Carley。 She could endure no more。 She could no longer be a lie。
〃You're whiteyou're shaking；〃 exclaimed Rust； in concern。 〃Oh； Iwhat did I say？ Forgive me〃
〃Rust； I am no more worth loving and fighting for than your Nell。〃
〃What！〃 he ejaculated。
〃I have not told you the truth；〃 she said； swiftly。 〃I have let you believe a lie。 。 。 。 I shall never marry Glenn。 I broke my engagement to him。〃
Slowly Rust sank back upon the pillow； his large luminous eyes piercingly fixed upon her； as if he would read her soul。
〃I went Westyes〃 continued Carley。 〃But it was selfishly。 I wanted Glenn to come back here。 。 。 。 He had suffered as you have。 He nearly died。 But he foughthe foughtOh！ he went through hell！ And after a long； slow； horrible struggle he began to mend。 He worked。 He went to raising hogs。 He lived alone。 He worked harder and harder。 。 。 。 The West and his work saved him； body and soul 。 。 。 。 He had learned to love both the West and his work。 I did not blame him。 But I could not live out there。 He needed me。 But I was too littletoo selfish。 I could not marry him。 I gave him up。 。 。 。 I lefthimalone！〃
Carley shrank under the scorn in Rust's eyes。
〃And there's another man；〃 he said； 〃a clean； straight； unscarred fellow who wouldn't fight！〃
〃Oh； no…II swear there's not；〃 whispered Carley。
〃You； too；〃 he replied； thickly。 Then slowly he turned that worn dark face to the wall。 His frail breast heaved。 And his lean hand made her a slight gesture of dismissal； significant and imperious。
Carley fled。 She could scarcely see to find the car。 All her internal being seemed convulsed； and a deadly faintness made her sick and cold。
CHAPTER X
Carley's edifice of hopes； dreams； aspirations； and struggles fell in ruins about her。 It had been built upon false sands。 It had no ideal for foundation。 It had to fall。
Something inevitable had forced her confession to Rust。 Dissimulation had been a habit of her mind； it was more a habit of her class than sincerity。 But she had reached a point in her mental strife where she could not stand before Rust and let him believe she was noble and faithful when she knew she was neither。 Would not the next step in this painful metamorphosis of her character be a fierce and passionate repudiation of herself and all she represented？
She went home and locked herself in her room； deaf to telephone and servants。 There she gave up to her shame。 Scorneddespiseddismissed by that poor crippled flame…spirited Virgil Rust！ He had reverenced her； and the truth had earned his hate。 Would she ever forget his lookincredulous shockedbitterand blazing with unutterable contempt？ Carley Burch was only another Nella jilta mocker of the manhood of soldiers！ Would she ever cease to shudder at memory of Rust's slight movement of hand？ Go！ Get out of my sight！ Leave me to my agony as you left Glenn Kilbourne alone to fight his！ Men such as I am do not want the smile of your face； the touch of your hand！ We gave for womanhood！ Pass on to lesser men who loved the fleshpots and who would buy your charms！ So Carley interpreted that slight gesture； and writhed in her abasement。
Rust threw a white； illuminating light upon her desertion of Glenn。 She had betrayed him。 She had left him alone。 Dwarfed and stunted was her narrow soul！ To a man who had given all for her she had returned nothing。 Stone for bread！ Betrayal for love！ Cowardice for courage！
The hours of contending passions gave birth to vague； slow…forming revolt。
She became haunted by memory pictures and sounds and smells of Oak Creek Canyon。 As from afar she saw the great sculptured rent in the earth； green and red and brown； with its shining； flashing ribbons of waterfalls and streams。 The mighty pines stood up magnificent and stately。 The walls loomed high； shadowed under the shelves； gleaming in the sunlight； and they seemed dreaming； waiting； watching。 For what？ For her return to their serene fastnessesto the little gray log cabin。 The thought stormed Carley's soul。
Vivid and intense shone the images before her shut eyes。 She saw the winding forest floor； green with grass and fern； colorful with flower and rock。 A thousand aisles； glades； nooks； and caverns called her to come。 Nature was every woman's mother。 The populated city was a delusion。 Disease and death and corruption stalked in the shadows of the streets。 But her canyon promised hard work； playful hours； dreaming idleness； beauty； health； fragrance； loneliness； peace； wisdom； love； children； and long life。 In the hateful shut…in isolation of her room Carley stretched forth her arms as if to embrace the vision。 Pale close walls； gleaming placid stretches of brook； churning amber and white rapids； mossy banks and pine…matted ledges； the towers and turrets and ramparts where the eagles wheeledshe saw them all as beloved images lost to her save in anguished memory。
She heard the murmur of flowing water； soft； low； now loud； and again lulling； hollow and eager； tinkling over rocks； bellowing into the deep pools； washing with silky seep of wind…swept waves the hanging willows。 Shrill and piercing and far…aloft pealed the scream of the eagle。 And she seemed to listen to a mocking bird while he mocked her with his melody of many birds。 The bees hummed； the wind moaned； the leaves rustled； the waterfall murmured。 Then came the sharp rare note of a canyon swift； most mysterious of birds； significant of the heights。
A breath of fragrance seemed to blow with her shifting senses。 The dry； sweet； tangy canyon smells returned to herof fresh…cut timber； of wood smoke； of the cabin fire with its steaming pots； of flowers and earth； and of the wet stones； of the redolent pines and the pungent cedars。
And suddenly； clearly； amazingly； Carley beheld in her mind's sight the hard features； the bold eyes； the slight smile； the coarse face of Haze Ruff。 She had forgotten him。 But he now returned。 And with memory of him flashed a revelation as to his meaning i