“Doris was very nice to him, of course,” she added. “But she told him she couldn’t marry him. She said she was in love with some one else--that she had always been in love with this stupid some one else.... Better go and help her out of the car, Thax.” But with a tempestuous rush and with the glow of all the summer winds in his face Thaxton Vail already had gone. Miss Gregg looked after him, her hard old eyes curiously soft, her thin lips moving. Then ashamed of her unwonted weakness, she drew herself together with an apologetic half-smile. To an invisible listener she said briskly: “Thank Heaven, he’s outlived his uselessness!” THE END TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES: Italicized text is surrounded by underscores: _italics_. Obvious typographical errors have been corrected. Inconsistencies in hyphenation have been standardized. Archaic or alternate spelling has been retained from the original.