man. I won't have to humiliate myself like that a second time."

"But I presume you will still continue to go out somewhere,"
protested Condy Rivers.

She shook her head.

"I have thought it all over, and I've talked about it with Papum.
There's no half way about it. The only way to stop is to stop
short. Just this afternoon I've regretted three functions for
next week, and I shall resign from the 'Saturday Evening.' Oh,
it's not the Jack Carter affair alone!" she exclaimed; "the whole
thing tires me. Mind, Condy," she exclaimed, "I'm not going to
break with it because I have any 'purpose in life,' or that sort
of thing. I want to have a good time, and I'm going to see if I
can't have it in my own way. If the kind of thing that makes Jack
Carter possible is conventionality, then I'm done with
conventionality for good. I am going to try, from this time on,
to be just as true to myself as I can be. I am going to be
sincere, and not pretend to like people and things that I don't
like; and I'm going to do the things that I like to do--just so
long as they are the things a good girl can do. See, Condy?"

"You're fine," murmured Condy breathless. "You're fine as gold,
Travis, and I--I love you all the better for it."

"Ah, NOW!" exclaimed Travis, with a brusque movement, "there's
mother thing we must talk about. No more foolishness between us.
We've had a jolly little flirtation, I know, and it's been good
fun while it lasted. I know you like me, and you know that I like