The Rim of the Desert eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 474 pages of information about The Rim of the Desert.

The Rim of the Desert eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 474 pages of information about The Rim of the Desert.

“So,” he said, when he had taken the reins, “so you are as fond of horses as this.”

“Horses like these, yes.  I haven’t felt as happy and young since I gave up Pedro and Don Jose.”

Tisdale turned a little to look in her face.  She had said “young” with the tone of one whose youth is past, yet the most conservative judge could not place her age a day over twenty-five.  And she was so buoyant, so vibrant.  His pulses quickened.  It was as though currents of her vitality were being continually transmitted through his veins.

As they ascended, the plain unfolded like a map below; harvest fields, pastures of feeding cattle or sheep, meadows of alfalfa, unreclaimed reaches of sage-brush, and, far off among her shade-trees, the roofs of Ellensburg reflecting the late sun.  Above the opposite range that hemmed the valley southward some thunder-heads crowded fast towards a loftier snow-peak.  Far away across the divide, white, symmetrical, wrought of alabaster, inlaid with opal, lifted a peerless dome.

“Mount Rainier!” exclaimed Tisdale.

“I knew it.”  Her voice vibrated softly.  “Even at this distance I knew.  It was like seeing unexpectedly, in an unfamiliar country, the head of a noble friend lifting above the crowd.”

Tisdale’s glance returned to her face.  Surprise and understanding shone softly in his own.  She turned, and met the look with a smile.  It was then, for the first time, he discovered unsounded depths through the subdued lights of her eyes.  “You must have known old Rainier intimately,” he said.

She shook her head.  “Not nearer than Puget Sound.  But I have a marvelous view from my hotel windows in Seattle, and often in long summer twilights from the deck of Mr. Morganstein’s yacht, I’ve watched the changing Alpine glow on the mountain.  I always draw my south curtains first, at Vivian Court, to see whether the dome is clear or promises a wet day.  I’ve learned a mountain, surely as a person, has individuality; every cloud effect is to me a different mood, and sometimes, when I’ve been most unhappy or hard-pressed, the sight of Rainier rising so serene, so pure, so high above the fretting clouds, has given me new courage.  Can you understand that, Mr. Tisdale?  How a mountain can become an influence, an inspiration, in a life?”

“I think so, yes.”  Tisdale paused, then added quietly:  “But I would like to be the first to show you old Rainier at close range.”

At this she moved a little; he felt the invisible barrier stiffen between them.  “Mr. Morganstein promised to motor us through to the National Park Inn when the new Government road was finished, but we’ve been waiting for the heavy summer travel to be over.  It has been like the road to Mecca since the foot of the mountain has been accessible.”

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