Among the Galicians of the colony, he was their acknowledged leader, because he did justly by them and because, although a Canadian among Canadians, he never forgot to own and to honour the Slav blood that flowed in his veins, and to labour for the advancement of his people.
But full of work and ambition as he was, yet there were times when Jack French read in his eyes the hunger of his heart.

For after all, it is in the heart a man carries his life, it is through the heart come his finest ideals, from the heart his truest words and deeds.
At one such time, and the week before she came again, Jack French, looking through the window of his own heart and filled with a great pity for the young man who had come to be more than brother to him, had ventured to speak.

But only once, for with such finality of tone and manner as made answer impossible, Kalman had made reply.
"No, Jack, I had my dream.

It was great while it lasted, but it is past, and I shall dream no more." "Kalman, my boy, don't make a mistake.

Life is a long thing, and can be very dreary." There was no mistaking the pain in Jack's voice.
"Is it, Jack ?" said Kalman.