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And all that is past....Is there anything left? If so what?"She flung her query out to the winds of the desert.But the desert seemed too gray, too vast, too remote, too aloof, too measureless.It was not concerned with her little life.Then she turned to the mountain kingdom.

It seemed overpoweringly near at hand.It loomed above her to pierce the fleecy clouds.It was only a stupendous upheaval of earth-crust, grown over at the base by leagues and leagues of pine forest, belted along the middle by vast slanting zigzag slopes of aspen, rent and riven toward the heights into canyon and gorge, bared above to cliffs and corners of craggy rock, whitened at the sky-piercing peaks by snow.Its beauty and sublimity were lost upon Carley now; she was concerned with its travail, its age, its endurance, its strength.And she studied it with magnified sight.

What incomprehensible subterranean force had swelled those immense slopes and lifted the huge bulk aloft to the clouds? Cataclysm of nature--the expanding or shrinking of the earth-vast volcanic action under the surface!

Whatever it had been, it had left its expression of the travail of the universe.This mountain mass had been hot gas when flung from the parent sun, and now it was solid granite.What had it endured in the making? What indeed had been its dimensions before the millions of years of its struggle?

Eruption, earthquake, avalanche, the attrition of glacier, the erosion of water, the cracking of frost, the weathering of rain and wind and snow--these it had eternally fought and resisted in vain, yet still it stood magnificent, frowning, battle-scarred and undefeated.Its sky-piercing peaks were as cries for mercy to the Infinite.This old mountain realized its doom.It had to go, perhaps to make room for a newer and better kingdom.But it endured because of the spirit of nature.The great notched circular line of rock below and between the peaks, in the body of the mountains, showed where in ages past the heart of living granite had blown out, to let loose on all the near surrounding desert the streams of black lava and the hills of black cinders.Despite its fringe of green it was hoary with age.Every looming gray-faced wall, massive and sublime, seemed a monument of its mastery over time.Every deep-cut canyon, showing the skeleton ribs, the caverns and caves, its avalanche-carved slides, its long, fan-shaped, spreading taluses, carried conviction to the spectator that it was but a frail bit of rock, that its life was little and brief, that upon it had been laid the merciless curse of nature.Change! Change must unknit the very knots of the center of the earth.So its strength lay in the sublimity of its defiance.It meant to endure to the last rolling grain of sand.It was a dead mountain of rock, without spirit, yet it taught a grand lesson to the seeing eye.

Life was only a part, perhaps an infinitely small part of nature's plan.

Death and decay were just as important to her inscrutable design.The uni-verse had not been created for life, ease, pleasure, and happiness of a man creature developed from lower organisms.If nature's secret was the developing of a spirit through all time, Carley divined that she had it within her.So the present meant little.

"I have no right to be unhappy," concluded Carley."I had no right to Glenn Kilbourne.I failed him.In that I failed myself.Neither life nor nature failed me--nor love.It is no longer a mystery.Unhappiness is only a change.Happiness itself is only change.So what does it matter? The great thing is to see life--to understand--to feel--to work--to fight--to endure.

It is not my fault I am here.But it is my fault if I leave this strange old earth the poorer for my failure....I will no longer be little.Iwill find strength.I will endure....I still have eyes, ears, nose, taste.I can feel the sun, the wind, the nip of frost.Must I slink like a craven because I've lost the love of one man? Must I hate Flo Hutter because she will make Glenn happy? Never!...All of this seems better so, because through it I am changed.I might have lived on, a selfish clod!"Carley turned from the mountain kingdom and faced her future with the profound and sad and far-seeing look that had come with her lesson.She knew what to give.Sometime and somewhere there would be recompense.She would hide her wound in the faith that time would heat it.And the ordeal she set herself, to prove her sincerity and strength, was to ride down to Oak Creek Canyon.

Carley did not wait many days.Strange how the old vanity held her back until something of the havoc in her face should be gone!

One morning she set out early, riding her best horse, and she took a sheep trail across country.The distance by road was much farther.The June morning was cool, sparkling, fragrant.Mocking birds sang from the topmost twig of cedars; doves cooed in the pines; sparrow hawks sailed low over the open grassy patches.Desert primroses showed their rounded pink clusters in sunny places, and here and there burned the carmine of Indian paint-brush.

Jack rabbits and cotton-tails bounded and scampered away through the sage.

The desert had life and color and movement this June day.And as always there was the dry fragrance on the air.

Her mustang had been inured to long and consistent travel over the desert.

Her weight was nothing to him and he kept to the swinging lope for miles.

As she approached Oak Creek Canyon, however, she drew him to a trot, and then a walk.Sight of the deep red-walled and green-floored canyon was a shock to her.