Carley had wired her aunt and two of her intimate friends to meet her at the Grand Central Station.This reunion soon to come affected Carley in recurrent emotions of relief, gladness, and shame.She did not sleep well, and arose early, and when the train reached Albany she felt that she could hardly endure the tedious hours.The majestic Hudson and the palatial mansions on the wooded bluffs proclaimed to Carley that she was back in the East.How long a time seemed to have passed! Either she was not the same or the aspect of everything had changed.But she believed that as soon as she got over the ordeal of meeting her friends, and was home again, she would soon see things rationally.
At last the train sheered away from the broad Hudson and entered the environs of New York.Carley sat perfectly still, to all outward appearances a calm, superbly-poised New York woman returning home, but inwardly raging with contending tides.In her own sight she was a disgraceful failure, a prodigal sneaking back to the ease and protection of loyal friends who did not know her truly.Every familiar landmark in the approach to the city gave her a thrill, yet a vague unsatisfied something lingered after each sensation.
Then the train with rush and roar crossed the Harlem River to enter New York City.As one waking from a dream Carley saw the blocks and squares of gray apartment houses and red buildings, the miles of roofs and chimneys, the long hot glaring streets full of playing children and cars.Then above the roar of the train sounded the high notes of a hurdy-gurdy.Indeed she was home.Next to startle her was the dark tunnel, and then the slowing of the train to a stop.As she walked behind a porter up the long incline toward the station gate her legs seemed to be dead.
In the circle of expectant faces beyond the gate she saw her aunt's, eager and agitated, then the handsome pale face of Eleanor Harmon, and beside her the sweet thin one of Beatrice Lovell.As they saw her how quick the change from expectancy to joy! It seemed they all rushed upon her, and embraced her, and exclaimed over her together.Carley never recalled what she said.
But her heart was full.
"Oh, how perfectly stunning you look!" cried Eleanor, backing away from Carley and gazing with glad, surprised eyes.
"Carley!" gasped Beatrice."You wonderful golden-skinned goddess!...
You're young again, like you were in our school days."It was before Aunt Mary's shrewd, penetrating, loving gaze that Carley quailed.
"Yes, Carley, you look well-better than I ever saw you, but--but--""But I don't look happy," interrupted Carley."I am happy to get home--to see you all...But--my--my heart is broken!"A little shocked silence ensued, then Carley found herself being led across the lower level and up the wide stairway.As she mounted to the vast-domed cathedral-like chamber of the station a strange sensation pierced her with a pang.Not the old thrill of leaving New York or returning! Nor was it welcome sight of the hurrying, well-dressed throng of travelers and commuters, nor the stately beauty of the station.Carley shut her eyes, and then she knew.The dim light of vast space above, the looming gray walls, shadowy with tracery of figures, the lofty dome like the blue sky, brought back to her the walls of Oak Creek Canyon and the great caverns under the ramparts.As suddenly as she had shut her eyes Carley opened them to face her friends.
"Let me get it over-quickly," she burst out, with hot blood surging to her face."I--I hated the West.It was so raw--so violent--so big.I think Ihate it more--now....But it changed me--made me over physically--and did something to my soul--God knows what....And it has saved Glenn.Oh!
he is wonderful! You would never know him....For long I had not the courage to tell him I came to bring him back East.I kept putting it off.
And I rode, I climbed, I camped, I lived outdoors.At first it nearly killed me.Then it grew bearable, and easier, until I forgot.I wouldn't be honest if I didn't admit now that somehow I had a wonderful time, in spite of all....Glenn's business is raising hogs.He has a hog ranch.Doesn't it sound sordid? But things are not always what they sound--or seem.Glenn is absorbed in his work.I hated it--I expected to ridicule it.But I ended by infinitely respecting him.I learned through his hog-raising the real nobility of work....Well, at last I found courage to ask him when he was coming back to New York.He said 'never!'...I realized then my blindness, my selfishness.I could not be his wife and live there.I could not.I was too small, too miserable, too comfort-loving--too spoiled.And all the time he knew this--knew I'd never be big enough to marry him....
That broke my heart.I left him free--and here I am....I beg you--don't ask me any more--and never to mention it to me--so I can forget."The tender unspoken sympathy of women who loved her proved comforting in that trying hour.With the confession ruthlessly made the hard compression in Carley's breast subsided, and her eyes cleared of a hateful dimness.
When they reached the taxi stand outside the station Carley felt a rush of hot devitalized air from the street.She seemed not to be able to get air into her lungs.
"Isn't it dreadfully hot?" she asked.
"This is a cool spell to what we had last week," replied Eleanor.
"Cool!" exclaimed Carley, as she wiped her moist face."I wonder if you Easterners know the real significance of words."Then they entered a taxi, to be whisked away apparently through a labyrinthine maze of cars and streets, where pedestrians had to run and jump for their lives.A congestion of traffic at Fifth Avenue and Forty-second Street halted their taxi for a few moments, and here in the thick of it Carley had full assurance that she was back in the metropolis.
