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Carley disrobed and； donning her dressing gown； she unpacked her bags and hung her things upon pegs under the curtained shelves。 Then she lay down to rest； with no intention of slumber。 But there was a strange magic in the fragrance of the room； like the piny tang outdoors； and in the feel of the bed； and especially in the low； dreamy hum and murmur of the waterfall。 She fell asleep。 When she awakened it was five o'clock。 The fire in the stove was out； but the water was still warm。 She bathed and dressed； not without care； yet as swiftly as was her habit at home； and she wore white because Glenn had always liked her best in white。 But it was assuredly not a gown to wear in a country house where draughts of cold air filled the unheated rooms and halls。 So she threw round her a warm sweater…shawl； with colorful bars becoming to her dark eyes and hair。
All the time that she dressed and thought； her very being seemed to be permeated by that soft murmuring sound of falling water。 No moment of waking life there at Lolomi Lodge； or perhaps of slumber hours； could be wholly free of that sound。 It vaguely tormented Carley； yet was not uncomfortable。 She went out upon the porch。 The small alcove space held a bed and a rustic chair。 Above her the peeled poles of the roof descended to within a few feet of her head。 She had to lean over the rail of the porch to look up。 The green and red rock wall sheered ponderously near： The waterfall showed first at the notch of a fissure； where the cliff split； and down over smooth places the water gleamed； to narrow in a crack with little drops； and suddenly to leap into a thin white sheet。
Out from the porch the view was restricted to glimpses between the pines； and beyond to the opposite wall of the canyon。 How shut…in； how walled in this home！
〃In summer it might be good to spend a couple of weeks here；〃 soliloquized Carley。 〃But to live here？ Heavens！ A person might as well be buried。〃
Heavy footsteps upon the porch below accompanied by a man's voice quickened Carley's pulse。 Did they belong to Glenn？ After a strained second she decided not。 Nevertheless； the acceleration of her blood and an unwonted glow of excitement； long a stranger to her； persisted as she left the porch and entered the boarded hall。 How gray and barn…like this upper part of the house！ From the head of the stairway； however； the big living room presented a cheerful contrast。 There were warm colors； some comfortable rockers； a lamp that shed a bright light； and an open fire which alone would have dispelled the raw gloom of the day。
A large man in corduroys and top boots advanced to meet Carley。 He had a clean…shaven face that might have been hard and stern but for his smile； and one look into his eyes revealed their resemblance to Flo's。
〃I'm Tom Hutter； an' I'm shore glad to welcome you to Lolomi； Miss Carley；〃 he said。 His voice was deep and slow。 There were ease and force in his presence； and the grip he gave Carley's hand was that of a man who made no distinction in hand…shaking。 Carley； quick in her perceptions； instantly liked him and sensed in him a strong personality。 She greeted him in turn and expressed her thanks for his goodness to Glenn。 Naturally Carley expected him to say something about her fiance； but he did not。
〃Well； Miss Carley； if you don't mind； I'll say you're prettier than your picture；〃 said Hutter。 〃An' that is shore sayin' a lot。 All the sheep herders in the country have taken a peep at your picture。 Without permission； you understand。〃
〃I'm greatly flattered；〃 laughed Carley。
〃We're glad you've come；〃 replied Hutter； simply。 〃I just got back from the East myself。 Chicago an' Kansas City。 I came to Arizona from Illinois over thirty years ago。 An' this was my first trip since。 Reckon I've not got back my breath yet。 Times have changed； Miss Carley。 Times an' people！〃
Mrs。 Hutter bustled in from the kitchen； where manifestly she had been importantly engaged。 〃For the land's sakes！〃 she exclaimed； fervently； as she threw up her hands at sight of Carley。 Her expression was indeed a compliment； but there was a suggestion of shock in it。 Then Flo came in。 She wore a simple gray gown that reached the top of her high shoes。
〃Carley； don't mind mother；〃 said Flo。 〃She means your dress is lovely。 Which is my say； too。 。 。 。 But； listen。 I just saw Glenn comin' up the road。〃
Carley ran to the open door with more haste than dignity。 She saw a tall man striding along。 Something about him appeared familiar。 It was his walkan erect swift carriage； with a swing of the march still visible。 She recognized Glenn。 And all within her seemed to become unstable。 She watched him cross the road； face the house。 How changed！ Nothis was not Glenn Kilbourne。 This was a bronzed man； wide of shoulder； roughly garbed； heavy limbed； quite different from the Glenn she remembered。 He mounted the porch steps。 And Carley； still unseen herself； saw his face。 YesGlenn！ Hot blood seemed to be tingling liberated in her veins。 Wheeling away； she backed against the wall behind the door and held up a warning finger to Flo； who stood nearest。 Strange and disturbing then； to see something in Flo Hutter's eyes that could be read by a woman in only one way！
A tall form darkened the doorway。 It strode in and halted。
〃Flo！whowhere？〃 he began； breathlessly。
His voice； so well remembered； yet deeper； huskier； fell upon Carley's ears as something unconsciously longed for。 His frame had so filled out that she did not recognize it。 His face； too； had unbelievably changednot in the regularity of feature that had been its chief charm； but in contour of cheek and vanishing of pallid hue and tragic line。 Carley's heart swelled with joy。 Beyond all else she had hoped to see the sad fixed hopelessness； the havoc； gone from his face。 Therefore the restraint and nonchalance upon which Carley prided herself sustained eclipse。
〃Glenn！ Lookwho'shere！〃 she called； in voice she could not have steadied to save her life。 This meeting was more than she had anticipated。
Glenn whirled with an inarticulate cry。 He saw Carley。 Thenno matter how unreasonable or exacting had been Carley's longings； they were satisfied。
〃You！〃 he cried； and leaped at her with radiant face。
Carley not only did not care about the spectators of this meeting； but forgot them utterly。 More than the joy of seeing Glenn； more than the all satisfying assurance to her woman's heart that she was still beloved； welled up a deep； strange； profound something that shook her to her depths。 It was beyond selfishness。 It was gratitude to God and to the West that had restored him。
〃Carley！ I couldn't believe it was you；〃 he declared； releasing her from his close embrace； yet still holding her。
〃Yes； Glennit's Iall you've left of me；〃 she replied； tremulously； and she sought with unsteady hands to put up her dishevelled hair。 〃Youyou big sheep herder！ You Goliath！〃
〃I never was so knocked off my pins；〃 he said。 〃A lady to see mefrom New York！ 。 。 。 Of course it had to be you。 But I couldn't believe。 Carley； you were good to come。〃
Somehow the soft； warm took of his dark eyes hurt her。 New and strange indeed it was to her； as were other things ab