She must turn on the lights, every one of them, so if any travelers happened to come her way the signal would summon them to her aid.  Then she must get warm, one might freeze on a night like this.  She put up the curtains on the car and wrapped herself as best she could in rugs and rain coats.  Even then she doubted her ability to withstand the penetrating chill.

“Well,” she said grimly, “if I freeze I am going to do it with a pleasant smile on my lips, so they will be sorry when they find me.”  Tears of sympathy for herself came into her eyes.  She hoped Prince would be quite heart-broken, and serve him right, too.  But it was terrible that poor dear Carol should have this added sorrow, after all her years of trial.  And it was all Connie’s own fault.  Would women ever have sense enough to learn that men must think of business now and then, and that even the dearest women in the world are nuisances at times?

Well, anyhow, she was paying dearly for her folly, and perhaps other women could profit by it.  And all that literary material wasted.  “But it is a good thing I am not leaving eleven children motherless,” she concluded philosophically.

If men must think of business, and they say they must, there are times when it is sheer necessity that drives and not at all desire.  Prince Ingram hated Brush that day with a mortal hatred.  Only two days more of Connie, and a few thousand silly sheep were taking him away.  Well, he had paid five hundred dollars for Ruby and he would find out if she was worth it.  He used his spurs so sharply that the high-spirited mare snorted angrily, and plunged away at her most furious pace.  It was not an unpleasant ride.  His time had been so fully occupied with the most wonderful girl, that he had not had one moment to think how really wonderful she was.  This was his chance and he utilized it fully.

His business partner in Brush was shocked at Prince’s lack of interest in a matter of ten thousand dollars.  He wondered if perhaps King Devil had not bounced him up more than people realized.  But Prince was pliant, far more so than usual, accepted his partner’s suggestions without dissent, and grew really enthusiastic when he said finally: 

“Well, I guess that is all.”

Prince shook hands with him then, seeming almost on the point of kissing him, and Ruby was whirling down the road in a chariot of dust before the bewildered partner had time to explain that his wife was expecting Prince home with them for dinner.

Prince fell from the saddle in front of the Bijou and looked expectantly at the porch.  He was sentimental enough to think it must be splendid to have a girl waiting on the porch when one got home from any place.  Connie was not there.  Well, it was a good thing, he was grimy with dust and perspiration, and Connie was so alarmingly clean.  But Carol called him before he had time to escape.

“Is it going to storm?” she asked anxiously.