What then had Glenn Kilbourne found her?
He possessed the greatness of noble love.

He had loved her before the dark and changeful tide of war had come between them.

How had he judged her?
That last sight of him standing alone, leaning with head bowed, a solitary figure trenchant with suggestion of tragic resignation and strength, returned to flay Carley.

He had loved, trusted, and hoped.

She saw now what his hope had been--that she would have instilled into her blood the subtle, red, and revivifying essence of calling life in the open, the strength of the wives of earlier years, an emanation from canyon, desert, mountain, forest, of health, of spirit, of forward-gazing natural love, of the mysterious saving instinct he had gotten out of the West.