Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
This transformation froze the boy's fury into silence. He shrank back to his mother's side. "Is it the devil?" he whispered to his mother in Galician. "Kalman," said the man quietly, in the Russian language, "come to me. I am your father." The boy gazed at him fearful and perplexed. "He does not understand," said Paulina in Russian.
"Come on, then," cried Kalman, as Mackenzie reached for the bottle. "Come and show me how." "There iss no hurry," said the deliberate Mackenzie, drinking his glass with slow relish. "But first the pitaties are to be got over from Garneau's." Again and again, and with increasing rage, Kalman sought to drag Mackenzie away from his bottle and to his work.
"It is a little raw yet. What's your trouble?" "Well," said French, "I hardly know how to begin. It is Kalman." At once Brown was alert. "Sick?" "Oh! no, not he. Fit as a fiddle; but the fact is he is not doing just as well as he ought." "How do you mean?" said Brown anxiously.
Quick as a flash of light, Kalman sprang to the racing cog wheels, threw in a heavy coat that happened to be lying near, and then, as the machinery slowed, thrust in a handspike and checked the descent of the runaway car. It took less than two seconds to see, to plan, to execute. "Great work!" exclaimed a voice behind him.
There was a snap, a twinge of sharp pain, and boy and horse lay half imbedded in the loose earth. Kalman seized a stick that lay near at hand. "Get up, Jacob, you brute!" he cried, giving him a sharp blow. Jacob responded with a mighty plunge and struggled free, making it possible for Kalman to extricate himself.
"Why, sure," said Kalman. "Lots of that stuff used to come into our home in Winnipeg." "Well, let me have the case," said French. "And you needn't say anything to Mac about it. Mac is all right, but a case of liquor in the house makes him unhappy." "Unhappy? Doesn't he drink any?" "That's just it, my boy. He is unhappy while it's outside of him.
"No use," said Kalman, wishing to save him further pain. "Brown saw the entry at the Land Office, and the agent plainly told him nothing could be done." "Well, we won't just lie down yet, boy," said Jack. "Come along or well, perhaps I'd better go alone. You saddle my horse." In half an hour French appeared clean shaven, dressed in his "civilization clothes," and looking his old self again.
His enthusiasm stirred French to something like vigorous action, and even waked old Mackenzie out of his aboriginal lethargy. That very day Kalman rode down to Wakota to consult his friend Brown, upon whose guidance in all matters he had come more and more to depend.
Then he rode alone to Wakota to take counsel with his friend Brown. As he read, one phrase kept repeating itself in his mind: "The responsibility of leaving Kalman with you, I must take. What else can I do? I have no other to help me. But the responsibility for what you make him, you must take. God puts it on you, not I."
Kalman spoke out of full and varied experience of the ways of men with the lust of drink in them. "Well, well, maybe so. But the more there iss for me, the less there iss for him," said Mackenzie, jerking his head toward the inner door. "Why not empty it out?" said Kalman in an eager undertone. "Hoot! toot! man, and would you be guilty of sinful waste like yon?
Word Of The Day