m Priscilla Glenn and asked
suddenly:

"Can you keep a secret?"

Promptly, emphatically, the answer came. "Yes, I can."

"Then listen! You must stay here, hide yourself, keep yourself as best
you may, while I go to--make arrangements. I will be no longer than I can
help, but it will take time. The house is well stocked; make yourself
comfortable. There are days when no one knows whether I am here or
elsewhere. Protect yourself until I return. And when"--Farwell paused and
moistened his lips--"when you are over the border, in the whirlpool, the
past, this life, must be forgotten. Raise up a high wall, Priscilla, that
no one can scale. Begin your new life from the hour you reach the States.
The one who will befriend you need know no more than I tell him; others
must take you on faith. At any moment your father, or some one like
Jerry-Jo, might hound you unless you live behind a shield. You
understand?"

He did not plead for his own safety, and he was, at that moment, humanly
thinking of hers alone.

"If you get the worst of it, come back; but leave the gate open only
for--yourself."

"Yes, yes." And now Priscilla's eyes were shining like stars. "I will do
all that you say; I feel so brave and strong and sure. I want the test,
and I will leave the door to Kenmore ajar until the day when I can push
it wide and enter as I will, taking or bringing my dear friends with me.
I see"--she paused and her eyes grew misty--"I see My Road, stretching on
and on, and it ends--oh, Master Farwell, it ends in my Heart's Desire!"
She was childishly elated and excited.

Farwell was fascinated.

"Your Heart's Desire?" he muttered; "and what is that?"

"Who knows until--she sees it? Hurry! hurry! Master Farwell, I long to
set forth."

Forgotten was her recent experience of horror; fading already was Kenmore
from her sight. Danger by the way did not daunt her; the man bowed before
her was but a blurred speck upon her vanishing horizon; then suddenly a
sound caught her ear.

"You--you--are"--she arose and stood beside Farwell, her hand upon his
bent shoulder--"you are crying; and for why?"

"Loneliness, remorse, and fear for _you_, poor child."

And then Priscilla came back to the grim room and the cowering form.

"I will bring happiness to you," she whispered; "this I swear. In some
way you shall be happy."

But Farwell shook his head.

"To bed," he said suddenly; "to bed, girl, and to sleep. I'll take a nap
out here on th