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第59章

But Ruff had found her a lie.She invited what she did not want.And his scorn had been commensurate with the falsehood of her.So might any man have been justified in his insult to her, in his rejection of her.Haze Ruff had found her unfit for his idea of dalliance.Virgil Rust had found her false to the ideals of womanhood for which he had sacrificed all but life itself.What then had Glenn Kilbourne found her? He possessed the greatness of noble love.He had loved her before the dark and changeful tide of war had come between them.How had he judged her? That last sight of him standing alone, leaning with head bowed, a solitary figure trenchant with suggestion of tragic resignation and strength, returned to flay Carley.He had loved, trusted, and hoped.She saw now what his hope had been-that she would have instilled into her blood the subtle, red, and revivifying essence of calling life in the open, the strength of the wives of earlier years, an emanation from canyon, desert, mountain, forest, of health, of spirit, of forward-gazing natural love, of the mysterious saving instinct he had gotten out of the West.And she had been too little too steeped in the indulgence of luxurious life too slight-natured and pale-blooded! And suddenly there pierced into the black storm of Carley's mind a blazing, white-streaked thought--she had left Glenn to the Western girl, Flo Hutter.Humiliated, and abased in her own sight, Carley fell prey to a fury of jealousy.

She went back to the old life.But it was in a bitter, restless, critical spirit, conscious of the fact that she could derive neither forgetfulness nor pleasure from it, nor see any release from the habit of years.

One afternoon, late in the fall, she motored out to a Long Island club where the last of the season's golf was being enjoyed by some of her most intimate friends.Carley did not play.Aimlessly she walked around the grounds, finding the autumn colors subdued and drab, like her mind.The air held a promise of early winter.She thought that she would go South before the cold came.Always trying to escape anything rigorous, hard, painful, or disagreeable! Later she returned to the clubhouse to find her party assembled on an inclosed porch, chatting and partaking of refreshment.Morrison was there.He had not taken kindly to her late habit of denying herself to him.

During a lull in the idle conversation Morrison addressed Carley pointedly.

"Well, Carley, how's your Arizona hog-raiser?" he queried, with a little gleam in his usually lusterless eyes.

"I have not heard lately," she replied, coldly.

The assembled company suddenly quieted with a portent inimical to their leisurely content of the moment.Carley felt them all looking at her, and underneath the exterior she preserved with extreme difficulty, there burned so fierce an anger that she seemed to have swelling veins of fire.

"Queer how Kilbourne went into raising hogs," observed Morrison."Such a low-down sort of work, you know.""He had no choice," replied Carley."Glenn didn't have a father who made tainted millions out of the war.He had to work.And I must differ with you about its being low-down.No honest work is that.It is idleness that is low down.""But so foolish of Glenn when he might have married money," rejoined Morrison, sarcastcally.

"The honor of soldiers is beyond your ken, Mr.Morrison."He flushed darkly and bit his lip.

"You women make a man sick with this rot about soldiers," he said, the gleam in his eye growing ugly."A uniform goes to a woman's head no matter what's inside it.I don't see where your vaunted honor of soldiers comes in considering how they accepted the let-down of women during and after the war.""How could you see when you stayed comfortably at home?" retorted Carley.

"All I could see was women falling into soldiers' arms," he said, sullenly.

"Certainly.Could an American girl desire any greater happiness--or opportunity to prove her gratitude?" flashed Carley, with proud uplift of head.

"It didn't look like gratitude to me," returned Morrison.

"Well, it was gratitude," declared Carley, ringingly."If women of America did throw themselves at soldiers it was not owing to the moral lapse of the day.It was woman's instinct to save the race! Always, in every war, women have sacrificed themselves to the future.Not vile, but noble!...You insult both soldiers and women, Mr.Morrison.I wonder--did any American girls throw themselves at you?"Morrison turned a dead white, and his mouth twisted to a distorted checking of speech, disagreeable to see.

"No, you were a slacker," went on Carley, with scathing scorn."You let the other men go fight for American girls.Do you imagine one of them will ever marry you?...All your life, Mr.Morrison, you will be a marked man--outside the pale of friendship with real American men and the respect of real American girls."Morrison leaped up, almost knocking the table over, and he glared at Carley as he gathered up his hat and cane.She turned her back upon him.From that moment he ceased to exist for Carley.She never spoke to him again.

Next day Carley called upon her dearest friend, whom she had not seen for some time.

"Carley dear, you don't look so very well," said Eleanor, after greetings had been exchanged.

"Oh, what does it matter how I look?" queried Carley, impatiently.

"You were so wonderful when you got home from Arizona.""If I was wonderful and am now commonplace you can thank your old New York for it.""Carley, don't you care for New York any more?" asked Eleanor.

"Oh, New York is all right, I suppose.It's I who am wrong.""My dear, you puzzle me these days.You've changed.I'm sorry.I'm afraid you're unhappy.""Me? Oh, impossible! I'm in a seventh heaven," replied Carley, with a hard little laugh."What 're you doing this afternoon? Let's go out--riding--or somewhere.""I'm expecting the dressmaker."

"Where are you going to-night?"

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