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He stepped nearer Rosenblatt and stood in the full light and in the attitude of a soldier at attention. "Behold," he cried, "Michael Kalmar!" "Ah-h-h-h!" Rosenblatt's voice was prolonged into a wail of despair as from a damned soul. "My father!" cried Kalman from across the ravine. "My father! Don't commit this crime! For my sake, for Christ's dear sake!"
Around the open glade with its three worshippers breathed the silent night, above it shone the stars, the mysterious stars, but nearer than night, and nearer than the stars, seemed God, listening and aware. Through all his after years Kalman would look back to that night as the night on which God first became to him something other than a name.
What iss the harm of a drop when you are not well?" "You not well!" exclaimed Kalman scornfully. Mackenzie shook his head sadly, sinking back upon the grass. "It iss many years now since I have suffered with an indisposeetion of the bowels. It iss a coalic, I am thinking, and it iss hard on me. But, Callum, man, it will soon be denner time. Just put your horses in and I will be following you."
Fitzpatrick, kissing her hand as well. He motioned his children toward him. "Heart of my heart," he murmured in a broken voice, straining his daughter to his breast. "God, if God there be, and all the saints, if saints there be, have you in their keeping. Kalman, my son," throwing one arm about him, "Farewell! farewell!" He was fast losing control of himself.
A few strong sweeps of the paddle, and Kalman had the old priest in tow, and in a few minutes, with Brown's aid, into the hospital and snugly in bed, with his canoe, and what of his stuff could be rescued, safe under cover. Two days of Irma's nursing and of Brown's treatment, and the ill effects of his chilly dip had disappeared sufficiently to allow the Father to proceed on his way.
After some time Mackenzie appeared with a lantern, a short, grizzled, thick-set man, rubbing his eyes and yawning prodigiously. "I nefer thought you would be coming home to-night," he said. "What brought ye at this time?" "Never mind, Mac," said French. "Get the horses out, and Kalman and I will unload this stuff."
There was something so terrible in his look and in his voice that Mackenzie fairly ran to obey his order. Kalman stood before his master pale and shaking. He was weak from lack of food, but more from anxiety and grief. "I did the best I could," he said, struggling manfully to keep his voice steady, "and I am awful glad you're better." His command was all gone.
"Kalman!" she cried with a joyous note in her voice. "Hello! Elizabeth Ketzel, what do you want?" answered the boy, pulling up panting. "Will you be singing to-night?" asked the little girl timidly. "Sure, I will," replied the lad, who had already mastered in the school of the streets the intricacies of the Canadian vernacular. "I wish I could come and listen."
The Galician came up smiling, and French proceeded to give him his first lesson in the manly art, Kalman interpreting his directions. "Put up your hands so. Now I am going to tap your forehead." Tap, tap, went French's open knuckles upon the Galician's forehead. "Look out, man." Tap, tap, tap, the knuckles went rapping on the man's forehead, despite his flying arms. "Now," said French, "hit me."
"It means, Kalman," said the little woman, offering him both hands, "we are so glad that we don't know what to do. We have got back our mine." "The mine!" gasped Kalman faintly. "Impossible! Why, Brown there " "Yes! Brown here," yelled that individual; "I know Brown. He's a corker! But he's sometimes wrong, and this is one of the times. A mine, and a company! And there's the man that did it!
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