e same results from all children," Farwell said,
looking afar and smiling grimly; "there's no use trying to make an
abnormal child into a normal one. Priscilla is like a wild thing of the
woods. You may tame her, if you go about it right; you'll never be able
to force her. She's kind and affectionate, but she cannot be fettered or
caged, without mischief being done. Better let her think she is having
her own way, or--she may take it!"

"I'll break her will!" muttered Glenn.

"And if you do--what then?"

"She'll fall into line--women do! Their life takes it out of them. Once I
get her on the right track, she'll go straight enough. There's no other
way for her sex, thank God!"

"She'd be a poor, despicable thing if she was cowed." Contempt rang in
Farwell's voice.

"She'd serve her purpose." Glenn was so angry that he became brutal.
"Spirit ain't needed for her job."

"Purpose? Job?" Farwell repeated.

"Yes. Child-bearing; husband-serving. If they take to it naturally
they're all the better off; if they have to be brought to terms--well,
then----"

Gradually the truth dawned upon Farwell, and his thin face flushed, while
in his heart he pitied Theodora Glenn and Priscilla.

"I wish I'd kept to my first ideas!" Glenn was saying surlily, "and never
let the limb learn of you or another. I gave her her head and here we
are!"

"Had she been taught regularly by some one better fitted than I she would
have done great credit to you. She has a bright mind and a vivid
imagination."

To this Glenn made no response, but the energy with which he applied the
brush to his horse caused the animal to rear dangerously.

"Come, come," Farwell continued; "better loosen the rein and let her run
herself out--she may settle happily after a bit. If you don't, she may
run farther than you know."

"Run? Run where?" Nathaniel, safe from the horse's heels, glared at
Farwell.

"To the States. There is no sex line on the border."

"But there's good, plain law. I'd have her back and well cowed, if she
attempted that!"

And then Farwell played his card.

"See here, Mr. Glenn, you do not want to drive this girl of yours to--to
hell! Of course there is law and of course you have the whip hand while
Priscilla is in your clutch, but with a wit like hers, if she slipped
across the border she could lose herself so completely that neither your
hate nor legal power could ever find her. Do you want to drive her to
such lengths?"

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