The Call Of The Canyon by Zane Grey (most inspirational books .txt) π
Laid The Letter In Her Lap And Gazed Dreamily Through The Window.
It Was A Day Typical Of Early April In New York, Rather Cold And Gray, With
Steely Sunlight. Spring Breathed In The Air, But The Women Passing Along
Fifty-Seventh Street Wore Furs And Wraps. She Heard The Distant Clatter Of
An L Train And Then The Hum Of A Motor Car. A Hurdy-Gurdy Jarred Into The
Interval Of Quiet.
"Glenn Has Been Gone Over A Year," She Mused, "Three Months Over A Year--
And Of All His Strange Letters This Seems The Strangest Yet."
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White. How Gaunt And Worn He Looked. Older He Appeared, With Deeper Lines
And Whiter Hair. His Jaw Quivered.
"Carley Burch, So It Was You?" He Queried, Hoarsely.
"Glenn, I Reckon It Was," She Replied. "I Bought Your Deep Lake Ranch Site.
I Came Back Too Late . . . . But It Is Never Too Late For Some Things. . . .
I've Come To Wish You And Flo All The Happiness In The World--And To Say
We Must Be Friends."
The Way He Looked At Her Made Her Tremble. He Strode Up Beside The Mustang,
And He Was So Tall That His Shoulder Came Abreast Of Her. He Placed A Big
Warm Hand On Hers, As It Rested, Ungloved, On The Pommel Of The Saddle.
"Have You Seen Flo?" He Asked.
"I Just Left Her. It Was Funny--The Way She Rushed Me Off After You. As If
There Weren't Two--"
Was It Glenn's Eyes Or The Movement Of His Hand That Checked Her Utterance?
His Gaze Pierced Her Soul. His Hand Slid Along Her Arm To Her Waist--Around
It. Her Heart Seemed To Burst.
"Kick Your Feet Out Of The Stirrups," He Ordered.
Instinctively She Obeyed. Then With A Strong Pull He Hauled Her Half Out Of
The Saddle, Pellmell Into His Arms. Carley Had No Resistance. She Sank
Limp, In An Agony Of Amaze. Was This A Dream? Swift And Hard His Lips Met
Hers--And Again--And Again. . . .
"Oh, My God!--Glenn, Are--You--Mad?" She Whispered, Almost Swooning.
"Sure--I Reckon I Am," He Replied, Huskily, And Pulled Her All The Way Out
Of The Saddle.
Carley Would Have Fallen But For His Support. She Could Not Think. She Was
All Instinct. Only The Amaze--The Sudden Horror--Drifted--Faded As Before
Fires Of Her Heart!
"Kiss Me!" He Commanded.
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She Would Have Kissed Him If Death Were The Penalty. How His Face Blurred
In Her Dimmed Sight! Was That A Strange Smile? Then He Held Her Back From
Him.
"Carley--You Came To Wish Flo And Me Happiness?" He Asked.
"Oh, Yes--Yes. . . . Pity Me, Glenn--Let Me Go. I Meant Well. . . . I
Should--Never Have Come."
"Do You Love Me?" He Went On, With Passionate, Shaking Clasp.
"God Help Me--I Do--I Do! . . . And Now It Will Kill Me!"
"What Did That Damned Fool Charley Tell You?"
The Strange Content Of His Query, The Trenchant Force Of It, Brought Her
Upright, With Sight Suddenly Cleared. Was This Giant The Tragic Glenn Who
Had Strode To Her From The Cabin Door?
"Charley Told Me--You And Flo--Were Married," She Whispered.
"You Didn't Believe Him!" Returned Glenn.
She Could No Longer Speak. She Could Only See Her Lover, As If
Transfigured, Limned Dark Against The Looming Red Wall.
"That Was One Of Charley's Queer Jokes. I Told You To Beware Of Him. Flo Is
Married, Yes--And Very Happy. . . . I'm Unutterably Happy, Too--But I'm Not
Married. Lee Stanton Was The Lucky Bridegroom. . . . Carley, The Moment I
Saw You I Knew You Had Come Back To Me."
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