That, and the earning of her endurance,
seemed to bring closer a wonderful reward, still nameless and spiritual,
that had been unattainable, but now breathed to her on the fragrant desert
wind and in the brooding silence.
The time came when each afternoon's ride or climb called to Carley with
increasing delight. But the fact that she must soon reveal to Glenn her
presence and transformation did not seem to be all the cause. She could
ride without pain, walk without losing her breath, work without blistering
her hands; and in this there was compensation. The building of the house
that was to become a home, the development of water resources and land that
meant the making of a ranch--these did not altogether constitute the
anticipation of content. To be active, to accomplish things, to recall to
mind her knowledge of manual training, of domestic science, of designing
and painting, to learn to cook--these were indeed measures full of reward,
but they were not all. In her wondering, pondering meditation she arrived
at the point where she tried to assign to her love the growing fullness of
her life. This, too, splendid and all-pervading as it was, she had to
reject. Some exceedingly illusive and vital significance of life had
insidiously come to Carley.
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