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Grey, Zane, 1872-1939

"The Call of the Canyon"


"I'm here," she said to her pale, yet happy face in the mirror. "The
impossible has happened. I have accepted Glenn's life. I have answered that
strange call out of the West."
She wanted to throw herself on the sunlit woolly blankets of her bed and
hug them, to think and think of the bewildering present happiness, to dream
of the future, but she could not lie or sit still, nor keep her mind from
grasping at actualities and possibilities of this place, nor her hands from
itching to do things.
It developed, presently, that she could not have idled away the time even
if she had wanted to, for the Mexican woman came for her, with smiling
gesticulation and jabber that manifestly meant dinner. Carley could not
understand many Mexican words, and herein she saw another task. This
swarthy woman and her sloe-eyed husband favorably impressed Carley.
Next to claim her was Hoyle, the superintendent. "Miss Burch," he said, "in
the early days we could run up a log cabin in a jiffy. Axes, horses, strong
arms, and a few pegs--that was all we needed. But this house you've planned
is different. It's good you've come to take the responsibility."
Carley had chosen the site for her home on top of the knoll where Glenn had
taken her to show her the magnificent view of mountains and desert.


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