ong for you, and
you'll do it. Now listen to me. Tuck this away in your subconscious
mind, and leave it there until you need it. When that time comes get on
a train for Denver. From Denver take another to Estes Park. That's the
Rocky Mountains, and they're your destination, because that's where
the horizon lives and has its being. When you get there ask for Heyl's
place. They'll just hand you from one to the other, gently, until you
get there. I may be there, but more likely I shan't. The key's in the
mail box, tied to a string. You'll find a fire already laid, in the
fireplace, with fat pine knots that will blaze up at the touch of a
match. My books are there, along the walls. The bedding's in the cedar
chest, and the lamps are filled. There's tinned stuff in the pantry. And
the mountains are there, girl, to make you clean and whole again. And
the pines that are nature's prophylactic brushes. And the sky. And
peace. That sounds like a railway folder, but it's true. I know." They
trudged along in silence for a little while. "Got that?"

"M-m," replied Fanny, disinterestedly, without looking at him.

Heyl's jaw set. You could see the muscles show white for an instant.
Then he said: "It has been a wonderful day, Fanny, but you haven't told
me a thing about yourself. I'd like to know about your work. I'd like to
know what you're doing; what your plan is. You looked so darned
definite up there in that office. Whom do you play with? And who's this
Fenger--wasn't that the name?--who saw that you looked tired?"

"All right, Clancy. I'll tell you all about it," Fanny agreed, briskly.

"All right--who!"

"Well, I can't call you Clarence. It doesn't fit. So just for the rest
of the day let's make it Clancy, even if you do look like one of the
minor Hebrew prophets, minus the beard."

And so she began to tell him of her work and her aims. I think that she
had been craving just this chance to talk. That which she told him was,
unconsciously, a confession. She told him of Theodore and his marriage;
of her mother's death; of her coming to Haynes-Cooper, and the changes
she had brought about there. She showed him the infinite possibilities
for advancement there. Slosson she tossed aside. Then, rather haltingly,
she told him of Fenger, of his business genius, his magnetic qualities,
of his career. She even sketched a deft word-picture of the limp and
irritating Mrs. Fenger.

"Is this Fenger in love with you?" asked Heyl, startli