hall　free　you　from　it。　　In　this　new　land；　let　life　be　new　with　you。　　Let　not　the　shadow　of　the　old　rest　upon　you。〃　　He　gathered　the　boy　up　in　his　strong　arms　and　strained　him　to　his　breast。　　〃Now　farewell；　my　son。　　Ah！　God　in　Heaven！〃　he　cried；　his　tears　raining　down　upon　the　boy's　face；　〃must　I　give　up　this　too！　　Ah；　those　eyes　are　her　eyes；　that　face　her　face！　　Is　this　the　last？　　Is　this　all？　　How　bitter　is　life！〃　　He　rocked　back　and　forward　on　the　bench；　his　boy's　arms　tight　about　his　neck。　　〃My　boy；　my　boy！　the　last　of　life　I　give　up　here！　　Keep　faith。　　This；〃　pulling　out　the　miniature；　〃I　would　give　you　now；　but　it　is　all　I　have　left。　　When　I　die　I　will　send　it　to　you。　　Your　sister　I　give　to　your　charge。　　When　you　are　a　man　guard　her。　　Now　go。　　Farewell。〃
  The　guard　appeared　at　the　door。
  〃Come；　you　must　go。　　Time's　up；〃　he　said　roughly。
  〃Time　is　up；〃　cried　the　father；　〃and　all　time　henceforth　is　useless　to　me。　　Farewell；　my　son！〃　kissing　him。　　〃You　must　go　from　me。　Don抰　be　ashamed　of　your　father；　though　he　may　die　a　prisoner　or　wander　an　exile。〃
  The　boy　clung　fast　to　his　father抯　neck；　drawing　deep　sobbing　breaths。
  〃Boy；　boy；〃　said　the　father；　mingling　his　sobs　with　those　of　his　son；　〃help　me　to　bear　it！〃
  It　was　a　piteous　appeal；　and　it　reached　the　boy抯　heart。　　At　once　he　loosened　one　hand　from　its　hold；　put　it　up　and　stroked　his　father抯　face　as　his　sobs　grew　quiet。　　At　the　touch　upon　his　face；　the　father　straightened　himself　up；　gently　removed　his　son's　clinging　arm　from　his　neck。
  〃My　son；〃　he　said　quietly；〃　we　must　be　men。　　The　men　of　our　blood　meet　not　death　so。〃
  Immediately　the　boy　slipped　from　his　father's　arms　and　stood　erect　and　quiet；　looking　up　into　the　dark　face　above　him　watchful　for　the　next　word　or　sign。　　The　father　waved　his　hand　toward　the　door。
  〃We　now　say　farewell；〃　he　said　quietly。　　He　stooped　down；　kissed　his　son　gravely　and　tenderly　first　upon　the　lips；　then　upon　the　brow；　walked　with　him　to　the　barred　door。
  〃We　are　ready；〃　he　said　quietly　to　the　guard　who　stood　near　by。
  The　boy　passed　out；　and　gave　his　hand　to　Paulina；　who　stood　waiting　for　him。
  〃Simon　Ketzel；〃　said　Kalmar；　as　he　bade　him　farewell；　〃you　will　befriend　my　boy？〃
  〃Master；　brother；〃　said　Simon；　〃I　will　serve　your　children　with　my　life。〃　　He　knelt；　kissed　the　prisoner's　hand；　and　went　out。
  That　afternoon；　the　name　of　Michael　Kalmar　was　entered　upon　the　roll　of　the　Provincial　Penitentiary；　and　he　took　up　his　burden　of　life；　no　longer　a　man；　but　a　mere　human　animal　driven　at　the　will　of　some　petty　tyrant；　doomed　to　toil　without　reward；　to　isolation　from　all　that　makes　life　dear；　to　deprivation　of　the　freedom　of　God's　sweet　light　and　air；　to　degradation　without　hope　of　recovery。　Before　him　stretched　fourteen　long　years　of　slow　agony；　with　cruel　abundance　of　leisure　to　feed　his　soul　with　maddening　memories　of　defeated　vengeance；　with　fearful　anxieties　for　the　future　of　those　dear　as　life；　with　feelings　of　despair　over　a　cause　for　which　he　had　sacrificed　his　all。
  CHAPTER　IX
  BROTHER　AND　SISTER
  Before　summer　had　gone；　Winnipeg　was　reminded　of　the　existence　of　the　foreign　colony　by　the　escape　from　the　Provincial　Penitentiary　of　the　Russian　prisoner　Kalmar。　　The　man　who　could　not　be　held　by　Siberian　bars　and　guards　found　escape　from　a　Canadian　prison　easy。　That　he　had　accomplices　was　evident；　but　who　they　were　could　not　be　discovered。　　Suspicion　naturally　fell　upon　Simon　Ketzel　and　Joseph　Pinkas；　but　after　the　most　searching　investigation　they　were　released　and　Winnipeg　went　back　to　its　ways　and　forgot。　　The　big　business　men　rebuilding　fortunes　shattered　by　the　boom；　the　little　business　men　laying　foundations　for　fortunes　to　be；　the　women　within　the　charmed　circle　of　Society　bound　to　the　whirling　wheel　of　social　functions；　other　women　outside　and　striving　to　beg；　or　buy；　or　break　their　way　into　the　circle；　and　still　other　women　who　cared　not　a　pin's　head　whether　they　were　within　or　without；　being　sufficient　for　themselves；　the　busy　people　of　the　churches　with　their　philanthropies；　their　religious　activities；　striving　to　gather　into　their　several　folds　the　waifs　and　strays　that　came　stumbling　into　their　city　from　all　landsall　alike；　unaware　of　the　growing　danger　area　in　their　young　city；　forgot　the　foreign　colony；　its　problems　and　its　needs。
  Meantime；　summer　followed　winter；　and　winter　summer；　the　months　and　years　went　on　while　the　foreign　colony　grew　in　numbers　and　more　slowly　in　wealth。　　More　slowly　in　wealth；　because　as　an　individual　member　grew　in　wealth　he　departed　from　the　colony　and　went　out　to　make　an　independent　home　for　himself　in　one　of　the　farming　colonies　which　the　Government　was　establishing　in　some　of　the　more　barren　and　forbidding　sections　of　the　country；　or　it　may　be；　loving　the　city　and　its　ways　of　business；　he　rapidly　sloughed　off　with　his　foreign　clothes　his　foreign　speech　and　manner　of　life；　and　his　foreign　ideals　as　well；　and　became　a　Canadian　citizen；　distinguished　from　his　cosmopolitan　fellow　citizen　only　by　the　slight　difficulty　he　displayed　with　some　of　the　consonants　of　the　language。
  Such　a　man　was　Simon　Ketzel。　　Simon　was　by　trade　a　carpenter；　but　he　had　received　in　the　old　land　a　good　educational　foundation；　he　had；　moreover；　a　shrewd　head　for　affairs；　and　so　he　turned　his　energies　to　business；　and　with　conspicuous　success。　　For　in　addition　to　all　his　excellent　qualities；　Simon　possessed　as　the　most　valuable　part　of　his　equipment　a　tidy；　thrifty　wife；　who　saved　what　her　husband　earned　and　kept　guard　over　him　on　feast　days；　saved　and　kept　guard　so　faithfully　that　before　long　Simon　came　to　see　the　wisdom　of　her　policy　and　became　himself　a　shrewd　and　sober　and　well…doing　Canadian；　able　to　hold　his　own　with　the　best　of　them。
  His　sobriety　and　steadiness　Simon　owed　mostly　to　his　thrifty　wife；　but　his　rapid　transformation　into　Canadian　citizenship　he　owed　chiefly　to　his　little　daughter　Margaret。　　It　was　Margaret　that　taught　him　his　English；　as　she　conned　over　her　lessons　with　him　in　the　evenings。　　It　was　Margaret　who　carried　home　from　the　little　Methodist　mission　near　by；　the　illustrated　paper　and　the　library　book；　and　thus　set　him　a…reading。　　It　was　Margaret　that　brought　both　Simon　and　Lena；　his　wife；　to　the　social　gathering　of　the　Sunday　School　and　of　the　church。　　It　was　thus　to　little　Margaret　that　the　Ketzels　owed　their　introduction　to　Canadian　life　and　manners；　and　to　the　finer　sides　of　Canadian　religion。　　And　through　little　Margaret　it　was　that　those　greatest　of　all　Canadianising　influences；　the　school　and　the　mission；　made　their　impact　upon　the　hearts　and　the　home　of　the　Ketzel　family。　　And　as　time　went　on　it　came　to　pass　that　from　the　Ketzel　home；　clean；　orderly；　and　Canadian；　there　went　out　into　the　foul　wastes　about；　streams　of　healing　and　cleansing　that　did　their　beneficent　work　where　they　went。
  One　of　these　streams　reached　the　home　of　Paulina；　to　the　great　good　of　herself　and　her　family。　　Here；　again；　it　was　chiefly　little　Margaret　who　became　the　channel　of　the　new　life；　for　with　Paulina　both　Simon　and　Lena　had　utterly　failed。　　She　was　too　dull；　too　apathetic；　too　hopeless　and　too　suspicious　even　of　her　own　kind　to　allow　the　Ketzels　an　entrance　to　her　heart。　　But　even　had　she　not　been　all　this；　she　was　too　sorely　oppressed　with　the　burden　of　her　daily　toil　to　yield　to　such　influence　as　they　had　to　offer。　　For　Rosenblatt　was　again　in　charge　of　her　household。　　In　a　manner　best　known　to　himself；　he　had　secured　the　mortgage　on　her　home；　and　thus　became　her　landlord；　renting　her　the　room　in　which　she　and　her　family　dwelt；　and　for　which　they　all　paid　in　daily　labour；　and　dearly　enough。　　Rosenblatt；　thus　being　her　master；　would　not　let　her　go。　　She　was　too　valuable　for　that。　　Strong；　patient；　diligent；　from　early　dawn　till　late　at　night　she　toiled　and　moiled　with　her　baking　and　scrubbing；　fighting　out　that　ancient　and　primitive　and　endless　fight　against　dirt　and　hunger；　beaten　by　the　one；　but　triumphing　over　the　other。　　She　carried　in　her　heart　a　dull　sense　of　injustice；　a　feeling　that　somehow　wrong　was　being　done　her；　but　when　Rosenblatt　flourished　before　her　a　formidable　legal　document；　and　had　the　same　interpreted　to　her　by　his　smart　young　clerk；　Samuel　Sprink；　she；　with　true　Slavic　and　fatalistic　passivity；　accepted　her　lot　and　bent　her　strong　back　to　her　burden　without　complaint。　　What　was　the　use　of　complaint？　　Who　in　all　the　city　was　there　to　care　for　a　poor；　stupid；　Galician　woman　with　none　too　savoury　a　reputation？　　Many　and　generous　were　the　philanthropies　of　Winnipeg；　but　as　yet　there　was　none　that　had　to　do　with　the　dirt；　disease　and　degradation　that　were　too　often　found　in　the　environment　of　the　foreign　people。　　There　were　many　churches　in　the　city　rich　in　good　work；　with　many　committees　that　met　to　confer　and　report；　but　there　was　not　yet　one　whose　special　duty　it　was　to　confer　and　to　report　upon　the　unhappy　and　struggling　and　unsavoury　foreigner　within　their　city　gate。
  Yes；　there　was　one。　　The　little　Methodist　mission　hard　by　the　foreign　colony　had　such　a　committee；　a　remarkable　committee　in　a　way；　a　committee　with　no　fine…spun　theories　of　wholesale　reform；　a　committee　with　no　delicate　nostril　to　be　buried　in　a　perfumed　handkerchief　when　pursuing　a