y are all nice except that horrid little Sprink。〃
〃Did you not dance with him？〃
〃Yes；〃 replied his sister； making a little face； 〃I danced with him too； but he wants me to dance with no one else； and I don't like that。 He makes me afraid； too； just like Rosenblatt。〃
〃Afraid！〃 said her brother scornfully。
〃No； not afraid；〃 said Irma quickly。 〃But never mind； here is the pudding。 I am sorry it is cold。〃
〃All right；〃 said the boy； mumbling with a full mouth； 〃it is fine。 Don't you be afraid of that Sprink； I'll knock his head off if he harms you。〃
〃Not yet； Kalman；〃 said Irma； smiling at him。 〃Wait a year or two before you talk like that。〃
〃A year or two！ I shall be a man then。〃
〃Oh； indeed！〃 mocked his sister； 〃a man of fifteen years。〃
〃You are only fifteen yourself；〃 said Kalman。
〃And a half；〃 she interrupted。
〃And look at you with your dress and your hair up on your head； andand I am a boy。 But I am not afraid of Sprink。 Only yesterday I〃
〃Oh； I know you were fighting again。 You are terrible； Kalman。 I hear all the boys talking about you； and the girls too。 Did you beat him？ But of course you did。〃
〃I don't know；〃 said her brother doubtfully； 〃but I don't think he will bother me any more。〃
〃Oh； Kalman；〃 said his sister anxiously； 〃why do you fight so much？〃
〃They make me fight；〃 said the boy。 〃They try to drive me off the corner； and he called me a greasy Dook。 But I showed him I am no Doukhobor。 Doukhobors won't fight。〃
〃Tell me；〃 cried his sister； her face aglow〃but no； I don't want to hear about it。 Did youhow did you beat him？ But you should not fight so； Kalman。〃 In spite of herself she could not avoid showing her interest in the fight and her pride in her fighting brother。
〃Why not？〃 said her brother； 〃it is right to fight for your rights； and if they bother me or try to crowd me off； I will fight till I die。〃
But Irma shook her head at him。
〃Well； never mind just now；〃 she cried。 〃Listen to the noise。 That is Jacob singing； isn't it awful？ Are you going in？〃
〃Yes； I am。 Here is my money； Irma； and that is forthat brute。 Give it to Paulina for him。 I can hardly keep my knife out of him。 Some day〃 The boy closed his lips hard。
〃No； no； Kalman；〃 implored his sister； 〃that must not be； not now nor ever。 This is not Russia； or Hungary； but Canada。〃
The boy made no reply。
〃Hurry and wash yourself and come out。 They will want you to sing。 I shall wait for you。〃
〃No； no； go on。 I shall come after。〃
A shout greeted the girl as she entered the crowded room。 There was no one like her in the dances of her people。
〃It is my dance；〃 cried one。
〃Not so； she is promised to me。〃
〃I tell you this mazurka is mine。〃
So they crowded about her in eager but good…natured contention。
〃I cannot dance with you all；〃 cried the girl； laughing； 〃and so I will dance by myself。〃
At this there was a shout of applause； and in a moment more she was whirling in the bewildering intricacies of a pas seul followed in every step by the admiring gaze and the enthusiastic plaudits of the whole company。 As she finished； laughing and breathless； she caught sight of Kalman； who had just entered。
〃There；〃 she exclaimed； 〃I have lost my breath； and Kalman will sing now。〃
Immediately her suggestion was taken up on every hand。
〃A song！ A song！〃 they shouted。 〃Kalman Kalmar will sing！ Come； Kalman； 'The Shepherd's Love。'〃 〃No； 'The Soldier's Bride。'〃 〃No； no； 'My Sword and my Cup。'〃
〃First my own cup；〃 cried the boy； pressing toward the beer keg in the corner and catching up a mug。
〃Give him another；〃 shouted a voice。
〃No； Kalman；〃 said his sister in a low voice； 〃no more beer。〃
But the boy only laughed at her as he filled his mug again。
〃I am too full to sing just now；〃 he cried； 〃let us dance；〃 and； seizing Irma； he carried her off under the nose of the disappointed Sprink； joining with the rest in one of the many fascinating dances of the Hungarian people。
But the song was only postponed。 In every social function of the foreign colony； Kalman's singing was a feature。 The boy loved to sing and was ever ready to respond to any request for a song。 So when the cry for a song rose once more； Kalman was ready and eager。 He sprang upon a beer keg and cried； 〃What shall it be？〃
〃My song；〃 said Irma； who stood close to him。
The boy shook his head。 〃Not yet。〃
〃'The Soldier's Bride；'〃 cried a voice； and Kalman began to sing。 He had a beautiful face with regular clean…cut features； and the fair hair and blue grey eyes often seen in South Eastern Russia。 As he sang； his face reflected the passing shades of feeling in his heart as a windless lake the cloud and sunlight of a summer sky。 The song was a kind of Hungarian 〃Young Lochinvar。〃 The soldier lover； young and handsome； is away in the wars； the beautiful maiden； forced into a hateful union with a wealthy land owner； old and ugly； stands before the priest at the altar。 But hark！ ere the fateful vows are spoken there is a clatter of galloping hoofs； a manly form rushes in； hurls the groom insensible to the ground； snatches away the bride and before any can interfere； is off on a coal…black steed； his bride before him。 Let him follow who dares！
The boy had a voice of remarkable range and clearness； and he rendered the song with a verve and dramatic force remarkable in one of his age。 The song was received with wild cheers and loud demands for more。 The boy was about to refuse； when through the crowding faces； all aglow with enthusiastic delight； he saw the scowling face of Rosenblatt。 A fierce rage seized him。 He hesitated no longer。
〃Yes； another song；〃 he cried； and springing to the side of the musicians he hummed the air； and then took his place again upon the beer keg。
Before the musicians had finished the introductory bars； Irma came to his side and entreated； 〃Oh； Kalman； not that one！ Not that one！〃
But it was as though he did not hear her。 His face was set and white； his blue eyes glowed black。 He stood with lips parted； waiting for the cue to begin。 His audience； to most of whom the song was known； caught by a mysterious telepathy the tense emotion of the boy； and stood silent and eager； all smiles gone from their faces。 The song was in the Ruthenian tongue； but was the heart cry of a Russian exile； a cry for freedom for his native land； for death to the tyrant； for vengeance on the traitor。 Nowhere in all the Czar's dominions dared any man sing that song。
As the boy's strong； clear voice rang out in the last cry for vengeance； there thrilled in his tones an intensity of passion that gripped hard the hearts of those who had known all their lives long the bitterness of tyranny unspeakable。 In the last word the lad's voice broke in a sob。 Most of that company knew the boy's story； and knew that he was singing out his heart's deepest passion。
When the song was finished； there was silence for a few brief moments； then a man； a Russian； caught the boy in his arms； lifted him on his shoulder and carried him round the room； the rest of the men madly cheering。 All but one。 Trembling with inarticulate rage； Rosenblatt strode to the musicians。
〃Listen！〃 he hissed with an oath。 〃Do I pay you for this？ No more of this folly！ Play up a czardas； and at once！〃
The musicians hastened to obey； and before the cheers had died； the strains of the czardas filled the room。 With the quick reaction from the tragic to the gay； the company swung into this joyous and exciting dance。 Samuel Sprink； seizing Irma； whirled her off into the crowd struggling and protesting； but all in vain。 After the dance there was a general rush for the beer keg； with much noise and good…natured horse play。 At the other end of the room； however； there was a fierce struggle going on。 Samuel Sprink； excited by the dance and； it must be confessed； by an unusual devotion to the beer keg that evening； was still retaining his hold of Irma； and was making determined efforts to kiss her。
〃Let me go！〃 cried the girl； struggling to free herself。 〃You must not touch me！ Let me go！〃
〃Oh； come now； little one；〃 said Samuel pleasantly； 〃don't be so mighty stiff about it。 One kiss and I let you go。〃
〃That's right； Samuel； my boy；〃 shouted Rosenblatt； 〃she only wants coaxing just a little mucher。〃
Rosenblatt's words were followed by a chorus of encouraging cheers； for Samuel was not unpopular among the men； and none could see any good reason why a girl should object to be kissed； especially by such a man as Samuel； who was already so prosperous and who had such bright prospects for the future。
But Irma continued to struggle； till Kalman； running to her side； cried； 〃Let my sister go！〃
〃Go away； Kalman。 I am not hurting your sister。 It's only fun。 Go away；〃 said Sprink。
〃She does not think it fun；〃 said the boy quietly。 〃Let her go。〃
〃Oh； go away； you leetle kid。 Go away and sit down。 You think yourself too much。〃
It was Rosenblatt's harsh voice。 As he spoke； he seized the boy by the collar and with a quick jerk flung him back among the crowd。 It was as if he had fired some secret magazine of passion in the boy's heart。 Uttering the wild cry of a mad thing； Kalman sprang at him with such lightning swiftness that Rosenblatt was borne back and would have fallen； but for those behind。 Recovering himself； he dealt the boy a heavy blow in the face that staggered him for a moment； but only for a moment。 It seemed as if the boy had gone mad。 With the same wild cry； and this time with a knife open in his hand； he sprang at his hated enemy； stabbing quick； fierce stabs。 But this time Rosenblatt was ready。 Taking the boy's stabs on his arm； he struck the boy a terrific blow on the neck。 As Kalman fell； he clutched and hung to his foe； who； seizing him by the throat； dragged him swiftly toward the door。
〃Hold this shut；〃 he said to a friend of his who was following him close。
After they had passed through； the man shut the door and held it fast； keeping the crowd from getting out。
〃Now；〃 said Rosenblatt； dragging the half…insensible boy around to the back of the house； 〃the time is come。 The chance is too good。 You try to kill me； but there will b