Ah! that was where Glenn
lived now. Carley strained at her will to keep it fighting her memory. The
glory and the dream were gone!
A touch of spur urged her mustang into a gallop. The splashing ford of the
creek--the still, eddying pool beyond--the green orchards--the white lacy
waterfall--and Lolomi Lodge!
Nothing had altered. But Carley seemed returning after many years. Slowly
she dismounted--slowly she climbed the porch steps. Was there no one at
home? Yet the vacant doorway, the silence--something attested to the
knowledge of Carley's presence. Then suddenly Mrs. Hutter fluttered out
with Flo behind her.
"You dear girl--I'm so glad!" cried Mrs. Hutter, her voice trembling.
"I'm glad to see you, too," said Carley, bending to receive Mrs. Hutter's
embrace. Carley saw dim eyes--the stress of agitation, but no surprise.
"Oh, Carley!" burst out the Western girl, with voice rich and full, yet
tremulous.
"Flo, I've come to wish you happiness," replied Carley, very low.
Was it the same Flo? This seemed more of a woman--strange now--white and
strained--beautiful, eager, questioning. A cry of gladness burst from her.
Carley felt herself enveloped in strong close clasp--and then a warm, quick
kiss of joy, It shocked her, yet somehow thrilled.
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