"I reckon so. I'm not begrudging Glenn what--what you care. I'm only

afraid I'll lose you."

"I never promised to marry you, did I?"

"Not in words. But kisses ought to--?"

"Yes, kisses mean a lot," she replied. "And so far I stand committed.

I suppose I'll marry you some day and be blamed lucky. I'll be happy,

too--don't you overlook that hunch.... You needn't worry. Glenn is in

love with Carley. She's beautiful, rich--and of his class. How could he

ever see me?"

"Flo, you can never tell," replied Stanton, thoughtfully. "I didn't like

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her at first. But I'm comin' round. The thing is, Flo, does she love him

as you love him?"

"Oh, I think so--I hope so," answered Flo, as if in distress.

"I'm not so shore. But then I can't savvy her. Lord knows I hope so,

too. If she doesn't--if she goes back East an' leaves him here--I reckon

my case--"

"Hush! I know she's out here to take him back. Let's go downstairs now."

"Aw, wait--Flo," he begged. "What's your hurry?... Come-give me--"

"There! That's all you get, birthday or no birthday," replied Flo,

gayly.

Carley heard the soft kiss and Stanton's deep breath, and then footsteps

as they walked away in the gloom toward the stairway. Carley leaned

against the log wall. She felt the rough wood--smelled the rusty pine

rosin. Her other hand pressed her bosom where her heart beat with

unwonted vigor. Footsteps and voices sounded beneath her. Twilight had

deepened into night. The low murmur of the waterfall and the babble of

the brook floated to her strained ears.

Listeners never heard good of themselves. But Stanton's subtle doubt of

any depth to her, though it hurt, was not so conflicting as the ringing

truth of Flo Hutter's love for Glenn. This unsought knowledge powerfully

affected Carley. She was forewarned and forearmed now. It saddened her,

yet did not lessen her confidence in her hold on Glenn. But it stirred

to perplexing pitch her curiosity in regard to the mystery that seemed

to cling round Glenn's transformation of character. This Western girl

really knew more about Glenn than his fiancee knew. Carley suffered

a humiliating shock when she realized that she had been thinking of

herself, of her love, her life, her needs, her wants instead of Glenn's.

It took no keen intelligence or insight into human nature to see that

Glenn needed her more than she needed him.

Thus unwontedly stirred and upset and flung back upon pride of herself,

Carley went downstairs to meet the assembled company. And never had

she shown to greater contrast, never had circumstance and state of mind

contrived to make her so radiant and gay and unbending. She heard

many remarks not intended for her far-reaching ears. An old grizzled

Westerner remarked to Hutter: "Wall, she's shore an unbroke filly."

Another of the company--a woman--remarked: "Sweet an' pretty as a

columbine. But I'd like her better if she was dressed decent." And a

gaunt range rider, who stood with others at the porch door, looking on,

asked a comrade: "Do you reckon that's style back East?" To which the

other replied: "Mebbe, but I'd gamble they're short on silk back East

an' likewise sheriffs."




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