"
Carley leaned her elbows on the table and gazed at him curiously and
admiringly. "Old fellow, you're a wonder. I can't tell you how proud I am
of you. That you could come West weak and sick, and fight your way to
health, and learn to be self-sufficient! It is a splendid achievement. It
amazes me. I don't grasp it. I want to think. Nevertheless I--"
"What?" he queried, as she hesitated.
"Oh, never mind now," she replied, hastily, averting her eyes.
The day was far spent when Carley returned to the Lodge--and in spite of the
discomfort of cold and sleet, and the bitter wind that beat in her face as
she struggled up the trail--it was a day never to be forgotten. Nothing had
been wanting in Glenn's attention or affection. He had been comrade, lover,
all she craved for. And but for his few singular words about work and
children there had been no serious talk. Only a play day in his canyon and
his cabin! Yet had she appeared at her best? Something vague and perplexing
knocked at the gate of her consciousness.
CHAPTER IV
Two warm sunny days in early May inclined Mr. Hutter to the opinion that
pleasant spring weather was at hand and that it would be a propitious time
to climb up on the desert to look after his sheep interests.
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