The latter part of September Carley returned to New York.
Soon after her arrival she received by letter a formal proposal of marriage from Elbert Harrington, who had been quietly attentive to her during her sojourn at Lake Placid.He was a lawyer of distinction, somewhat older than most of her friends, and a man of means and fine family.Carley was quite surprised.Harrington was really one of the few of her acquaintances whom she regarded as somewhat behind the times, and liked him the better for that.But she could not marry him, and replied to his letter in as kindly a manner as possible.Then he called personally.
"Carley, I've come to ask you to reconsider," he said, with a smile in his gray eyes.He was not a tall or handsome man, but he had what women called a nice strong face.
"Elbert, you embarrass me," she replied, trying to laugh it out."Indeed Ifeel honored, and I thank you.But I can't marry you.""Why not? he asked, quietly.
"Because I don't love you," she replied.
"I did not expect you to," he said."I hoped in time you might come to care.I've known you a good many years, Carley.Forgive me if I tell you Isee you are breaking--wearing yourself down.Maybe it is not a husband you need so much now, but you do need a home and children.You are wasting your life.""All you say may be true, my friend," replied Carley, with a helpless little upflinging of hands."Yet it does not alter my feelings.""But you will marry sooner or later?" he queried, persistently.
This straightforward question struck Carley as singularly as if it was one she might never have encountered.It forced her to think of things she had buried.
"I don't believe I ever will," she answered, thoughtfully.
"That is nonsense, Carley," he went on."You'll have to marry.What else can you do? With all due respect to your feelings--that affair with Kilbourne is ended--and you're not the wishy-washy heartbreak kind of a girl.""You can never tell what a woman will do," she said, somewhat coldly.
"Certainly not.That's why I refuse to take no.Carley, be reasonable.You like me--respect me, do you not?""Why, of course I do!"
"I'm only thirty-five, and I could give you all any sensible woman wants,"he said."Let's make a real American home.Have you thought at all about that, Carley? Something is wrong today.Men are not marrying.Wives are not having children.Of all the friends I have, not one has a real American home.Why, it is a terrible fact! But, Carley, you are not a sentimentalist, or a melancholiac.Nor are you a waster.You have fine qualities.You need something to do some one to care for.""Pray do not think me ungrateful, Elbert," she replied, "nor insensible to the truth of what you say.But my answer is no!"When Harrington had gone Carley went to her room, and precisely as upon her return from Arizona she faced her m rror skeptically and relentlessly."Iam such a liar that I'll do well to look at myself," she meditated."Here Iam again.Now! The world expects me to marry.But what do I expect?"There was a raw unheated wound in Carley's heart.Seldom had she permitted herself to think about it, let alone to probe it with hard materialistic queries.But custom to her was as inexorable as life.If she chose to live in the world she must conform to its customs.For a woman marriage was the aim and the end and the all of existence.Nevertheless, for Carley it could not be without love.Before she had gone West she might have had many of the conventional modern ideas about women and marriage.But because out there in the wilds her love and perception had broadened, now her arraignment of herself and her *** was bigger, sterner, more exacting.The months she had been home seemed fuller than all the months of her life.She had tried to forget and enjoy; she had not succeeded; but she had looked with far-seeing eyes at her world.Glenn Kilbourne's tragic fate had opened her eyes.
Either the world was all wrong or the people in it were.But if that were an extravagant and erroneous supposition, there certainly was proof positive that her own small individual world was wrong.The women did not do any real work; they did not bear children; they lived on excitement and luxury.They had no ideals.How greatly were men to blame? Carley doubted her judgment here.But as men could not live without the smiles and comradeship and love of women, it was only natural that they should give the women what they wanted.Indeed, they had no choice.It was give or go without.How much of real love entered into the marriages among her acquaintances? Before marriage Carley wanted a girl to be sweet, proud, aloof, with a heart of golden fire.Not attainable except through love! It would be better that no children be born at all unless born of such beautiful love.Perhaps that was why so few children were born.Nature's balance and revenge! In Arizona Carley had learned something of the ruthlessness and inevitableness of nature.She was finding out she had learned this with many other staggering facts.
"I love Glenn still," she whispered, passionately, with trembling lips, as she faced the tragic-eyed image of herself in the mirror."I love him more--more.Oh, my God! If I were honest I'd cry out the truth! It is terrible.
