e himself from this West； and as he would visit it now and then； she had already begun forming plans of her own。 She could stand a month in Arizona at long intervals。
〃Hutter and I will go into cattle raising some day；〃 went on Glenn。 〃And that Deep Lake place is what I want for myself。〃
〃What work are you doing for Hutter？〃 asked Carley。
〃Anything from building fence to cutting timber；〃 laughed Glenn。 〃I've not yet the experience to be a foreman like Lee Stanton。 Besides； I have a little business all my own。 I put all my money in that。〃
〃You mean herethisthis farm？〃
〃Yes。 And the stock I'm raisin'。 You see I have to feed corn。 And believe me； Carley； those cornfields represent some job。〃
〃I can well believe that；〃 replied Carley。 〃Youyou looked it。〃
〃Oh； the hard work is over。 All I have to do now it to plant and keep the weeds out。〃
〃Glenn； do sheep eat corn？〃
〃I plant corn to feed my hogs。〃
〃Hogs？〃 she echoed； vaguely。
〃Yes； hogs；〃 he said； with quiet gravity。 〃The first day you visited my cabin I told you I raised hogs； and I fried my own ham for your dinner。〃
〃Is that what youput your money in？〃
〃Yes。 And Hutter says I've done well。〃
〃Hogs！〃 ejaculated Carley； aghast。
〃My dear； are you growin' dull of comprehension？〃 retorted Glenn。 〃H…o…g…s。〃 He spelled the word out。 〃I'm in the hog…raising business； and pretty blamed well pleased over my success so far。〃
Carley caught herself in time to quell outwardly a shock of amaze and revulsion。 She laughed； and exclaimed against her stupidity。 The look of Glenn was no less astounding than the content of his words。 He was actually proud of his work。 Moreover； he showed not the least sign that he had any idea such information might be startlingly obnoxious to his fiancee。
〃Glenn！ It's soso queer；〃 she ejaculated。 〃That youGlenn Kilbourne… should ever go in forfor hogs！ 。 。 。 It's unbelievable。 How'd you everever happen to do it？〃
〃By Heaven！ you're hard on me！〃 he burst out； in sudden dark； fierce passion。 〃How'd I ever happen to do it？ 。 。 。 What was there left for me？ I gave my soul and heart and body to the governmentto fight for my country。 I came home a wreck。 What did my government do for me？ What did my employers do for me？ What did the people I fought for do for me？ 。 。 。 Nothingso help me Godnothing！ 。 。 。 I got a ribbon and a bouqueta little applause for an hourand then the sight of me sickened my countrymen。 I was broken and used。 I was absolutely forgotten。 。 。 。 But my body； my life； my soul meant all to me。 My future was ruined； but I wanted to live。 I had killed men who never harmed meI was not fit to die。 。 。 。 I tried to live。 So I fought out my battle alone。 Alone！ 。 。 。 No one understood。 No one cared。 I came West to keep from dying of consumption in sight of the indifferent mob for whom I had sacrificed myself。 I chose to die on my feet away off alone somewhere。 。 。 。 But I got well。 And what made me welland saved my soulwas the first work that offered。 Raising and tending hogs！〃
The dead whiteness of Glenn's face； the lightning scorn of his eyes； the grim； stark strangeness of him then had for Carley a terrible harmony with this passionate denunciation of her； of her kind； of the America for whom he had lost all。
〃Oh； Glenn！forgiveme！ 〃 she faltered。 〃I was onlytalking。 What do I know？ Oh； I am blindblind and little！〃
She could not bear to face him for a moment； and she hung her head。 Her intelligence seemed concentrating swift； wild thoughts round the shock to her consciousness。 By that terrible expression of his face； by those thundering words of scorn； would she come to realize the mighty truth of his descent into the abyss and his rise to the heights。 Vaguely she began to see。 An awful sense of her deadness； of her soul…blighting selfishness； began to dawn upon her as something monstrous out of dim； gray obscurity。 She trembled under the reality of thoughts that were not new。 How she had babbled about Glenn and the crippled soldiers！ How she had imagined she sympathized！ But she had only been a vain； worldly； complacent； effusive little fool。 She had here the shock of her life； and she sensed a greater one； impossible to grasp。
〃Carley； that was coming to you；〃 said Glenn； presently； with deep； heavy expulsion of breath。
〃I only know I love youmoremore；〃 she cried； wildly； looking up and wanting desperately to throw herself in his arms。
〃I guess you doa little；〃 he replied。 〃Sometimes I feel you are a kid。 Then again you represent the worldyour world with its age…old customits unalterable。 。 。 。 But； Carley； let's get back to my work。〃
〃Yesyes；〃 exclaimed Carley； gladly。 〃I'm ready toto go pet your hogs… …anything。〃
〃By George！ I'll take you up；〃 he declared。 〃I'll bet you won't go near one of my hogpens。〃
〃Lead me to it！〃 she replied； with a hilarity that was only a nervous reversion of her state。
〃Well； maybe I'd better hedge on the bet；〃 he said； laughing again。 〃You have more in you than I suspect。 You sure fooled me when you stood for the sheep…dip。 But； come on； I'll take you anyway。〃
So that was how Carley found herself walking arm in arm with Glenn down the canyon trail。 A few moments of action gave her at least an appearance of outward composure。 And the state of her emotion was so strained and intense that her slightest show of interest must deceive Glenn into thinking her eager； responsive； enthusiastic。 It certainly appeared to loosen his tongue。 But Carley knew she was farther from normal than ever before in her life； and that the subtle； inscrutable woman's intuition of her presaged another shock。 Just as she had seemed to change； so had the aspects of the canyon undergone some illusive transformation。 The beauty of green foliage and amber stream and brown tree trunks and gray rocks and red walls was there； and the summer drowsiness and languor lay as deep； and the loneliness and solitude brooded with its same eternal significance。 But some nameless enchantment； perhaps of hope； seemed no longer to encompass her。 A blow had fallen upon her； the nature of which only time could divulge。
Glenn led her around the clearing and up to the base of the west wall； where against a shelving portion of the cliff had been constructed a rude fence of poles。 It formed three sides of a pen； and the fourth side was solid rock。 A bushy cedar tree stood in the center。 Water flowed from under the cliff； which accounted for the boggy condition of the red earth。 This pen was occupied by a huge sow and a litter of pigs。
Carley climbed on the fence and sat there while Glenn leaned over the top pole and began to wax eloquent on a subject evidently dear to his heart。 Today of all days Carley made an inspiring listener。 Even the shiny； muddy； suspicious old sow in no wise daunted her fictitious courage。 That filthy pen of mud a foot deep； and of odor rancid； had no terrors for her。 With an arm round Glenn's shoulder she watched the rooting and squealing little pigs； and was amused and interested； as if they were far removed from the vital issue of the hour。 But all the time as she looked and laughed； and encouraged Glenn to talk； there seemed to be a strange； solemn； oppressive knocking at her heart。 Was it only the beat…beat…beat of blood？
〃There were twelve pigs in that litter；〃 Glenn was saying； 〃and now you see there are only nine。 I've lost three。 Mountain lions； bears； coyotes； wild cats are all likely to steal a pig。 And at first I was sure one of these varmints had been robbing me。 But as I could not find any tracks； I knew I had to lay the blame on something else。 So I kept watch pretty closely in daytime； and at night I shut the pigs up in the corner there； where you see I've built a pen。 Yesterday I heard squealingand； by George！ I saw an eagle flying off with one of my pigs。 Say； I was mad。 A great old bald…headed eaglethe regal bird you see with America's stars and stripes had degraded himself to the level of a coyote。 I ran for my rifle； and I took some quick shots at him as he flew up。 Tried to hit him； too； but I failed。 And the old rascal hung on to my pig。 I watched him carry it to that sharp crag way up there on the rim。〃
〃Poor little piggy！〃 exclaimed Carley。 〃To think of our American emblemour stately bird of noble warlike mienour symbol of lonely grandeur and freedom of the heightsthink of him being a robber of pigpens！Glenn； I begin to appreciate the many…sidedness of things。 Even my hide…bound narrowness is susceptible to change。 It's never too late to learn。 This should apply to the Society for the Preservation of the American Eagle。〃
Glenn led her along the base of the wall to three other pens； in each of which was a fat old sow with a litter。 And at the last enclosure； that owing to dry soil was not so dirty； Glenn picked up a little pig and held it squealing out to Carley as she leaned over the fence。 It was fairly white and clean； a little pink and fuzzy； and certainly cute with its curled tall。
〃Carley Burch； take it in your hands；〃 commanded Glenn。
The feat seemed monstrous and impossible of accomplishment for Carley。 Yet such was her temper at the moment that she would have undertaken anything。
〃Why； shore I will； as Flo says；〃 replied Carley； extending her ungloved hands。 〃Come here； piggy。 I christen you Pinky。〃 And hiding an almost insupportable squeamishness from Glenn； she took the pig in her hands and fondled it。
〃By George！〃 exclaimed Glenn； in huge delight。 〃I wouldn't have believed it。 Carley； I hope you tell your fastidious and immaculate Morrison that you held one of my pigs in your beautiful hands。〃
〃Wouldn't it please you more to tell him yourself？〃 asked Carley。
〃Yes； it would；〃 declared Glenn； grimly。
This incident inspired Glenn to a Homeric narration of his hog…raising experience。 In spite of herself the content of his talk interested her。 And as for the effect upon her of his singular enthusiasm； it was deep and compelling。 The little…boned Berkshire razorback hogs grew so large and fat and heavy that their bones broke under their weight。 The Duroc jerseys were the best breed in that latitude； owing to their larger and stronger bones； that enabled them to stand up under the greatest accumulation of fat。
Glenn told