ver。〃
〃What's a girl to do？〃 protested Carley。
〃You are twenty…six years old； Carley；〃 retorted Aunt Mary。
〃Suppose I am。 I'm as youngas I ever was。〃
〃Well； let's not argue about modern girls and modern times。 We never get anywhere；〃 returned her aunt； kindly。 〃But I can tell you something of what Glenn Kilbourne means in that letterif you want to hear it。〃
〃I doindeed。〃
〃The war did something horrible to Glenn aside from wrecking his health。 Shell…shock； they said！ I don't understand that。 Out of his mind； they said！ But that never was true。 Glenn was as sane as I am； and； my dear； that's pretty sane； I'll have you remember。 But he must have suffered some terrible blight to his spiritsome blunting of his soul。 For months after he returned he walked as one in a trance。 Then came a change。 He grew restless。 Perhaps that change was for the better。 At least it showed he'd roused。 Glenn saw you and your friends and the life you lead； and all the present； with eyes from which the scales had dropped。 He saw what was wrong。 He never said so to me； but I knew it。 It wasn't only to get well that he went West。 It was to get away。 。 。 。 And； Carley Burch； if your happiness depends on him you had better be up and doingor you'll lose him！〃
〃Aunt Mary！〃 gasped Carley。
〃I mean it。 That letter shows how near he came to the Valley of the Shadowand how he has become a man。 。 。 。 If I were you I'd go out West。 Surely there must be a place where it would be all right for you to stay。〃
〃Oh； yes；〃 replied Carley； eagerly。 〃Glenn wrote me there was a lodge where people went in nice weatherright down in the canyon not far from his place。 Then； of course； the townFlagstaffisn't far。 。 。 。 Aunt Mary； I think I'll go。〃
〃I would。 You're certainly wasting your time here。〃
〃But I could only go for a visit；〃 rejoined Carley； thoughtfully。 〃A month； perhaps six weeks； if I could stand it。〃
〃Seems to me if you can stand New York you could stand that place；〃 said Aunt Mary； dryly。
〃The idea of staying away from New York any length of timewhy； I couldn't do it I 。 。 。 But I can stay out there long enough to bring Glenn back with me。〃
〃That may take you longer than you think；〃 replied her aunt； with a gleam in her shrewd eyes。 〃If you want my advice you will surprise Glenn。 Don't write himdon't give him a chance towell to suggest courteously that you'd better not come just yet。 I don't like his words 'just yet。'〃
〃Auntie； you'rerathermore than blunt；〃 said Carley； divided between resentment and amaze。 〃Glenn would be simply wild to have me come。〃
〃Maybe he would。 Has he ever asked you？〃
〃No…ocome to think of it； he hasn't；〃 replied Carley； reluctantly。 〃Aunt Mary； you hurt my feelings。〃
〃Well； child； I'm glad to learn your feelings are hurt；〃 returned the aunt。 〃I'm sure； Carley； that underneath all thisthis blase ultra something you've acquired； there's a real heart。 Only you must hurry and listen to itor〃
〃Or what？〃 queried Carley。
Aunt Mary shook her gray head sagely。 〃Never mind what。 Carley； I'd like your idea of the most significant thing in Glenn's letter。〃
〃Why； his love for me； of course！〃 replied Carley。
〃Naturally you think that。 But I don't。 What struck me most were his words； 'out of the West。' Carley； you'd do well to ponder over them。〃
〃I will；〃 rejoined Carley； positively。 〃I'll do more。 I'll go out to his wonderful West and see what he meant by them。〃
Carley Burch possessed in full degree the prevailing modern craze for speed。 She loved a motor…car ride at sixty miles an hour along a smooth； straight road； or； better； on the level seashore of Ormond； where on moonlight nights the white blanched sand seemed to flash toward her。 Therefore quite to her taste was the Twentieth Century Limited which was hurtling her on the way to Chicago。 The unceasingly smooth and even rush of the train satisfied something in her。 An old lady sitting in an adjoining seat with a companion amused Carley by the remark： 〃I wish we didn't go so fast。 People nowadays haven't time to draw a comfortable breath。 Suppose we should run off the track！〃
Carley had no fear of express trains； or motor cars； or transatlantic liners； in fact； she prided herself in not being afraid of anything。 But she wondered if this was not the false courage of association with a crowd。 Before this enterprise at hand she could not remember anything she had undertaken alone。 Her thrills seemed to be in abeyance to the end of her journey。 That night her sleep was permeated with the steady low whirring of the wheels。 Once； roused by a jerk； she lay awake in the darkness while the thought came to her that she and all her fellow passengers were really at the mercy of the engineer。 Who was he； and did he stand at his throttle keen and vigilant； thinking of the lives intrusted to him？ Such thoughts vaguely annoyed Carley； and she dismissed them。
A long half…day wait in Chicago was a tedious preliminary to the second part of her journey。 But at last she found herself aboard the California Limited； and went to bed with a relief quite a stranger to her。 The glare of the sun under the curtain awakened her。 Propped up on her pillows； she looked out at apparently endless green fields or pastures； dotted now and then with little farmhouses and tree…skirted villages。 This country； she thought； must be the prairie land she remembered lay west of the Mississippi。
Later； in the dining car； the steward smilingly answered her question： 〃This is Kansas； and those green fields out there are the wheat that feeds the nation。〃
Carley was not impressed。 The color of the short wheat appeared soft and rich； and the boundless fields stretched away monotonously。 She had not known there was so much flat land in the world； and she imagined it might be a fine country for automobile roads。 When she got back to her seat she drew the blinds down and read her magazines。 Then tiring of that； she went back to the observation car。 Carley was accustomed to attracting attention； and did not resent it； unless she was annoyed。 The train evidently had a full complement of passengers； who； as far as Carley could see； were people not of her station in life。 The glare from the many windows； and the rather crass interest of several men； drove her back to her own section。 There she discovered that some one had drawn up her window shades。 Carley promptly pulled them down and settled herself comfortably。 Then she heard a woman speak； not particularly low： 〃I thought people traveled west to see the country。〃 And a man replied； rather dryly。 〃Wal； not always。〃 His companion went on： 〃If that girl was mine I'd let down her skirt。〃 The man laughed and replied： 〃Martha； you're shore behind the times。 Look at the pictures in the magazines。〃
Such remarks amused Carley； and later she took advantage of an opportunity to notice her neighbors。 They appeared a rather quaint old couple； reminding her of the natives of country towns in the Adirondacks。 She was not amused； however； when another of her woman neighbors； speaking low； referred to her as a 〃lunger。〃 Carley appreciated the fact that she was pale； but she assured herself that there ended any possible resemblance she might have to a consumptive。 And she was somewhat pleased to hear this woman's male companion forcibly voice her own convictions。 In fact； he was nothing if not admiring。
Kansas was interminably long to Carley； and she went to sleep before riding out of it。 Next morning she found herself looking out at the rough gray and black land of New Mexico。 She searched the horizon for mountains； but there did not appear to be any。 She received a vague； slow…dawning impression that was hard to define。 She did not like the country； though that was not the impression which eluded her。 Bare gray flats； low scrub…fringed hills； bleak cliffs； jumble after jumble of rocks； and occasionally a long vista down a valley； somehow compelling…these passed before her gaze until she tired of them。 Where was the West Glenn had written about？ One thing seemed sure； and it was that every mile of this crude country brought her nearer to him。 This recurring thought gave Carley all the pleasure she had felt so far in this endless ride。 It struck her that England or France could be dropped down into New Mexico and scarcely noticed。
By and by the sun grew hot； the train wound slowly and creakingly upgrade； the car became full of dust； all of which was disagreeable to Carley。 She dozed on her pillow for hours； until she was stirred by a passenger crying out； delightedly： 〃Look！ Indians！〃
Carley looked； not without interest。 As a child she had read about Indians； and memory returned images both colorful and romantic。 From the car window she espied dusty flat barrens； low squat mud houses； and queer…looking little people； children naked or extremely ragged and dirty； women in loose garments with flares of red； and men in white man's garb； slovenly and motley。 All these strange individuals stared apathetically as the train slowly passed。
〃Indians；〃 muttered Carley； incredulously。 〃Well； if they are the noble red people； my illusions are dispelled。〃 She did not look out of the window again； not even when the brakeman called out the remarkable name of Albuquerque。
Next day Carley's languid attention quickened to the name of Arizona； and to the frowning red walls of rock； and to the vast rolling stretches of cedar…dotted land。 Nevertheless； it affronted her。 This was no country for people to live in； and so far as she could see it was indeed uninhabited。 Her sensations were not； however； limited to sight。 She became aware of unfamiliar disturbing little shocks or vibrations in her ear drums； and after that a disagreeable bleeding of the nose。 The porter told her this was owing to the altitude。 Thus； one thing and another kept Carley most of the time away from the window； so that she really saw very little of the country。 From what she had seen she drew the conviction that she had not missed much。 At sunset she deliberately gazed out to discover what an Arizona sunset was like just a pale yellow flare！ She had seen better than that above the Palisades。 Not until reaching Winslow did she realize how near she was to her journey's end and that she wo