f the truth of what Farwell was saying dashed Glenn's temper with
fear. Hard and cruel as he was, he was not devoid of affection of a
clammy sort, and for an instant Priscilla as a helpless girl wandering
among strangers replaced Priscilla, the rebellious daughter, and pity
moved him.

"Well, what do you suggest?" he asked grudgingly.

"Simply this: You can trust me. Good Lord you surely can trust me with
her! Let me teach her and bring a little diversion into her life. What
she wants is what all young things want--freedom and fun--pure, simple
fun. Don't let her think you are expecting evil of her; let her alone!"

The extent of Glenn's confusion may be estimated by the fact that he
permitted Priscilla thereafter to go, when she chose, to Kenmore and
learn of Farwell what Farwell chose to give her, and, for the first time
in the girl's life, she felt a glow of appreciation toward her father.

With this new freedom she became happier, less restless, and her
admiration for Farwell knew no bounds.

The schoolmaster managed to procure a violin and laboriously practised
upon it until an almost forgotten gift was somewhat restored. He did not
play as Travers did--he had only his ear to depend upon; he had never
been well taught--but his music sufficed to accompany Priscilla's nimble
feet, and it gave Farwell himself an added interest in his dull life.

"She'll marry Jerry-Jo McAlpin some day," the schoolmaster thought at
times; "and have a brood of half-breeds--no quarter-breeds--and all this
joy and gladness will become a blurred, or blotted-out, background. Good
God!"

CHAPTER V

Mrs. McAdam of the White Fish Lodge came out upon the village Green one
evening in late August and, in a loud voice, hailed Jerry McAlpin:

"I've heard it said," called she, "that you, you Jerry McAlpin, are not
against the taking away of my license; not against the making of Kenmore
a teetotal town!"

There was menace in the high-pitched voice; warning in the accusation.
But Jerry had not taken a drop to drink since his self-releasement from
jail (after an apology from Hornby), and he was uncannily clear headed.

"I've said that same!" he replied, and stopped short in his walk.

Two or three other men, followed by dogs, paused to listen. Then a boat,
coming in loaded with fish, tied up to the wharf, and the crew, leaning
over the sides, waited for developments.

"And for why?" called Mary, hands on hips and her sharp eyes bl