Ah, well, that was a long time ago and she was nothing but a
child and she had thrown herself at his head. Perhaps it was
different with him now and if it was, she would give him the
chance to withdraw from everything. It would be right and fair and
then life was so full for her now. She was dependent on nobody--on
nothing. A rainbow spanned the heaven above her and the other end
of it was not in the hills. But one end was and to that end she
was on her way. She was going to just such people as she had seen
at the station. Her father and her kinsmen were just such men--her
step-mother and kinswomen were just such women. Her home was
little more than just such a cabin as the desolate ones that
stirred her pity when she swept by them. She thought of how she
felt when she had first gone to Lonesome Cove after a few months
at the Gap, and she shuddered to think how she would feel now. She
was getting restless by this time and aimlessly she got up and
walked to the front of the car and back again to her seat, hardly
noticing that the other occupants were staring at her with some
wonder. She sat down for a few minutes and then she went to the
rear and stood outside on the platform, clutching a brass rod of
the railing and looking back on the dropping darkness in which the
hills seemed to be rushing together far behind as the train
crashed on with its wake of spark-lit rolling smoke.
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