She looked to the eastward where a pale luminosity of afterglow shone in the heavens.

Far distant seemed the home of her childhood, the friends she had scorned and forsaken, the city of complaining and striving millions.

If only some miracle might illumine the minds of her friends, as she felt that hers was to be illumined here in the solitude.

But she well realized that not all problems could be solved by a call out of the West.

Any open and lonely land that might have saved Glenn Kilbourne would have sufficed for her.