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With face aglow and uplifted to the western sky the boy sang, gaining confidence with every word, till he himself caught and pictured to the others the vision of that "golden evening." When he came to the last verse, Brown stopped him. "Wait, Kalman," he said. "Let me read that for you. Or better, you read it," he said, passing French the book.
"Kalman," repeated his father, using the Galician speech, "come to me. I am your father." The boy hesitated, looking fixedly at his father. But three years had wiped out the memory of that face. "Come, you little Cossack," said his father, smiling at him. "Come, have you forgotten all your rides?" The boy suddenly started, as if waking from sleep.
"If it were not that I am constitutionally disinclined to an active life, I should like to join myself," said Brown; "for it will be a most remarkable mining company, if I know anything of the signs." But Kalman could not speak. He put his arm around Jack's shoulder, saying, "You are a great man, Jack. I might have known better." "All right, boy," said Jack. "From this time we shall play the man.
Without explaining to Kalman, French had suddenly ceased his visits to Wakota, but he had taken care to indicate his desire that Kalman continue his studies with Brown, and that he should assist him in every way possible with the work he was seeking to carry on among the Galicians.
Penny's vocal slumbers should be disturbed; how Marjorie told the short and simple story of her life, to Kalman all wonderful; how Kalman told the story of his life, omitting parts, and how Marjorie's tender eyes overflowed and her rosy cheeks grew pale and her hand crept toward his arm as he told the tragedy of his mother's death; how she described with suppressed laughter the alarms of her dear Aunt Janet that morning was it a month ago? how he told of Jack French, what a man he was and how good; how she spoke of her father and his strength and his tenderness, and of how he spoiled her, against which Kalman vehemently protested; how he told of Brown and his work for the poor ignorant Galicians, and of the songs they sang together; how she made him sing, at first in undertones soft and low, lest poor Mr.
As she caught sight of the doctor, she threw out her hands toward him with a loud cry. "Kalman killing! Kalman killing!" was all she could say. The doctor thrust himself forward through the struggling men, crying in a loud voice, "Here, you, let that woman go! And you there, let that girl alone!" Most of the men knew him, and at his words they immediately ceased fighting.
With a swift motion the girl put her hand to her head, gathered her garments about her, and fled to the cover of her tent, leaving Kalman and the young man together, the latter in a state of indignant wrath, for no man can bear with equanimity the ridicule of a maiden whom he is especially anxious to please. "By Jove, sir!" he exclaimed.
French turned his back upon him and proceeded to ascertain the extent of the wreck, and to advise a plan for its repair. As he stooped to examine the wagon for breakages, the wrathful Galician suddenly swung his club in the air, but before the blow fell, Kalman shrieked out in the Galician tongue, "You villain! Stop!"
Queen's powerful jaws were tearing at his throat, while Captain, having gripped him by the small of the back, was shaking him with savage fury. "Oh! the poor thing! Call off the dogs!" cried the girl, turning to Kalman. "No! No! Don't you think of it!" cried the man from the tent door. "He will attack us."
Without a word of parley or remonstrance Mackenzie shuffled off toward the field to bring in the team. French turned to the boy and, taking the bottle in his hand, said, "This is dangerous stuff, my boy. A man like Mackenzie is not to be trusted with it, and of course it is not for boys." Kalman made no reply.
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