THE SUPERB MOMENT
"Ah, no she doesn't." Mrs. Rader's tone was significant.
"Why, what did she say?" he inquired uneasily.
Rader's voice entered the conversation suddenly. He could not have overheard them. He must have spoken from the heart of his own thought. "She doesn't speak—she doesn't look at me—she hasn't moved since she came back an hour ago."
The words produced the impression of a weight falling, awakening a silence. "Back from where?" Carron asked. "Where has she been?"
"The place where it is, the cañon, the cave," Mrs. Rader explained. "She wouldn't believe us. She wouldn't even believe George. She went out there herself to see."
To see! He understood what those words meant. All the tongues in the world could not have convinced her; but the sight of the eyes, that power to stir up passions! Here was an end to silence, to dreaming, to everything but facts. It did not appear to Carron then that men had a part in the making of facts. They looked entirely the work of fate. "Where is she?" he asked.
"In the stable. She sits there just as she got off the horse." There came a slight quiver of the mother's lips at the memory. "I can't make her come away."
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