ttle 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