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62 LIVING IN REBELLION. them there isa power mightier than that of their genealogies, and set his heel on all their prejudices and arrogant pretensions. Then they learn to bow before him. Asa rule, it is far easier to govern and keep men under than is generally supposed. You must know how to overawe them, Therein lies the whole secret of success.” | Gabrielle shook her head slightly. “These are hard principles.” “They result from my experience of the world, and I have thirty years’ advantage over you in this respect. Do you think I never had my grand ideals, my dreams, and my enthusiasm? Do you think my heart was never fired with all the ardent imagin- ings of youth? But these things die out as we ad- vance in life. I could not carry my dreams with me into such acareeras mine. They hold you to the ground; it was my wish to mount, and 1 have mounted. Truly, I had to pay a high price for my chance—too high a price, perhaps; but no matter, 1 have attained my end.” “And has it made you happy?” The question ee almost involuntarily from the young girl’s ips. | Raven shrugved his shoulders. “Happy? Life isa struggle, not a state of beati- tude. One must throw one’s adversary, or be thrown—there is no third issue. You, indeed, look on all this with other eyes as yet. To you, life is still one long summer day, bright as the light shining out yonder. You still believe that far away in the glistening distance, over those blue moun- tains, there lies a paradise of joy and content. You are mistaken, child. The golden sun shines down on endless sorrow and misery, and over beyond the blue mountains is nothing but the toilsome road from the cradle tothe grave, the long route we diversify with so much strife and hatred. Life is only one great battle to be fought every day afresh; men are but puppets to be governed—and despised.” There was an indescribable hardness and harsh- ness in his words, but there was in them also al] the decision and energy proper tothe man. He <comiecbooks: co