things he has learned.' "Dear lady, God grant
you may never know," said Jack ruefully.

'This is a long letter, dear Jack. How I should like to go up
to Night Hawk Ranch and see you, for I know you will not come
to Winnipeg, and we do not see enough of each other. We ought to,
for my sake and for Herbert's too.' "Ah God! and what of me?"
groaned Jack. 'I cannot begin to thank you for all your kindness.
And, Jack, you must stop sending me money, for I do not need it
and I will not use it, and I just keep putting what you send me
in the bank for you. The Lord has given me many friends, and He
never has allowed me to want.

'I shall wait two weeks, and then send you Kalman--that is his
name, Kalman Kalmar, a nice name, isn't it? And he is a dear good
boy; that is, he might be.' "Good heart, so might we all," cried
Jack. 'But I love him just as he is.' "Happy boy." 'Wouldn't it
be fine if you could make him a good man? How much he might do for
his people! And if he stays here he will get to be terrible, for
his father was terrible, although, poor man, it was hardly his
fault.' "I surely believe in God's mercy," said poor Jack.

'This is a long rambling letter, dear Jack, but you will forgive
me. I sometimes get pretty tired.' And Jack's brown lean hand
closed swiftly. 'There is so much to do. But I am pretty well and
I have many kind friends. So much to do, so many sick and poor
and lonely. They need a friend. The Winnipeg people are very kind,
but they are very busy.

'Now, my dear Jack, will you do for Kalman all you can? And--may
I say it?--remember, he is just a boy. I do not want to preach to
you, but he needs to be under the care of a good man, and that is
why I send him to you.
'Your loving sister,
'Margaret.'

There was a grim look on Jack French's face as he finished reading
the letter the second time.

"You're a good one," he said, "and you have a wise little head as
well as a tender heart. Don't want to preach to me, eh? But you
get your work in all the same. Two weeks! Let's see, this letter
has been four weeks on the way--up to Edmonton and back! By Jove!
That boy ought to be along with Macmillan's outfit. I say, Jimmy,"
this to Jimmy Green, who, besides representing Her Majesty in the
office of Postmaster, was general store keeper and trader to the
community, "when will Macmillan be in?"

"Couple of days, Jack."

"Well, I guess I'll have to wait."