Rosenblatt again.  He has got a mortgage on her house and forces the woman to do his will.  The woman is a poor stupid creature, and she has just slaved away for this man.  The boy is different.  He is a fine handsome little fellow, thirteen or fourteen years old, who makes his living selling newspapers and, I am afraid, is learning a great many things that he would be better without.’  “Which is true of more than him,” growled Jack.  ’Of course, he does not like Rosenblatt.  A little while ago there was a dance and, as always at the dances, that awful beer!  The men got drunk and a good deal of fighting took place.  Rosenblatt and a friend of his got abusing the girl.  The boy flew at him and wounded him with a knife,’ “And served him jolly well right,” said Jack with an oath. ’and then Rosenblatt nearly killed him and threw him out in the snow.  There he would have certainly died, had not Dr. Wright happened along and carried him to the hospital, where he has been ever since.  The doctor had Rosenblatt up before the Court, but he brought a dozen men to swear that the boy was a bad and dangerous boy and that he was only defending himself.  Fancy a great big man against a boy thirteen!  Well, would you believe it, Rosenblatt escaped and laid a charge against the boy, and would actually have had him sent to jail, but I went to the magistrate and offered to take him and find a home for him outside of the city.’  “Good brave little lady!  I know you well,” cried Jack.

‘I thought of you, Jack,’ “Bless your kind little heart,” said Jack. ’and I knew that if you could get him you would make a man of him.’  “Aha!  You did!” exclaimed Jack.  ’Here he is getting worse and worse every day.  He is so quick and so clever, he has never been to school, but he reads and speaks English well.  He is very popular with his own people, for he is a wonderful singer, and they like him at their feasts.  And I have heard that he is as fond of beer as any of them.  He was terribly battered, but he is all right again, and has been living with his sister and his step-mother in the house of a friend of his father’s.  But I have promised to get him out of the city, and if I do not, I know Rosenblatt will be after him.  Besides this, I am afraid something will happen if he remains.  The boy says quite quietly, but you can’t help feeling that he means it, that he will kill Rosenblatt some day.  It is terribly sad, for he is such a nice boy.’  “Seems considerable of an angel,” agreed Jack.  ’I am afraid you will have to teach him a good many things, Jack, for he has some bad habits.  But if he is with you and away from the bad people he meets with here, I am sure he will soon forget the bad 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.