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His nationality was a great puzzle。 The English name spoke plain enough for ONE side of his house； but of what manner of nation was his mother？ If she'd been an American； he'd certainly have had high cheekbones and reddish skin； if a German； he would have known the language； and Squire Smith declared that he didn't； if French （and his having that frog pond made it seem likely）； it would come out in his speech。 No； there was nothing he could be but Dutch。 And； strangest of all； though the man always pricked up his ears when you talked of Holland； he didn't seem to know the first thing about the country when you put him to the point。
Anyhow； as no letters ever came to him from his mother's family in Holland； and as nobody living had ever seen old Higgs； the family couldn't be anything much。 Probably Thomas Higgs himself was no better than he should be； for all he pretended to carry himself so straight； and for their parts； the gossips declared； they were not going to trouble their heads about him。 Consequently Thomas Higgs and his affairs were never…failing subjects of discussion。
Picture； then； the consternation among all the good people when it was announced by 〃somebody who was there and ought to know；〃 that the postboy had that very morning handed Higgs a foreign…looking letter； and the man had 〃turned as white as the wall； rushed to his factory； talked a bit with one of the head workmen； and without bidding a creature good…bye； was off bag and baggage； before you could wink； ma'am。〃 Mistress Scrubbs； his landlady； was in deep affliction。 The dear soul became quite out of breath while speaking of him。 〃To leave lodgin's in that suddent way； without never so much as a day's warnin'； which was what every woman who didn't wish to be trodden underfoot； which thank hevving wasn't HER way； had a perfect right to expect； yes； and a week's warnin' now you mention it； and without even so much as sayin' 'Many thanks； Mistress Scrubbs； for all past kindnesses；' which was most numerous； though she said it who shouldn't say it； leastwise she wasn't never no kind of person to be lookin' for thanks every minnit。 It was really scanderlous； though to be sure Mister 'iggs paid up everythin' to the last farthin' and it fairly brought tears to my eyes to see his dear empty boots lyin' there in the corner of his room； which alone showed trouble of mind for he always stood 'em up straight as solgers； though bein' half…soled twice they hadn't； of course； been worth takin' away。〃
Whereupon her dearest friend； Miss Scrumpkins； ran home to tell all about it。 And； as everybody knew the Scrumpkinses； a shining gossamer of news was soon woven from one end of the street to the other。
An investigating committee met that evening at Mrs。 Snigham'ssitting in secret session over her best china。 Though invited only to a quiet 〃tea；〃 the amount of judicial business they transacted on the occasion was prodigious。 The biscuits were actually cold before the committee had a chance to eat anything。 There was so much to talk over； and it was so important that it should be firmly established that each member had always been 〃certain sure that something extraordinary would be happening to that man yet；〃 that it was nearly eight o'clock before Mrs。 Snigham gave anybody a second cup。
Broad Sunshine
One snowy day in January Laurens Boekman went with his father to pay his respects to the Brinker family。
Raff was resting after the labors of the day； Gretel； having filled and lighted his pipe； was brushing every speck of ash from the hearth； the dame was spinning； and Hans； perched upon a stool by the window； was diligently studying his lessons。 It was a peaceful； happy household whose main excitement during the past week had been the looking forward to this possible visit from Thomas Higgs。
As soon as the grand presentation was over； Dame Brinker insisted upon giving her guests some hot tea； it was enough to freeze anyone； she said； to be out in such crazy； blustering weather。 While they were talking with her husband she whispered to Gretel that the young gentleman's eyes and her boy's were certainly as much alike as four beans； to say nothing of a way they both had of looking as if they were stupid and yet knew as much as a body's grandfather。
Gretel was disappointed。 She had looked forward to a tragic scene； such as Annie Bouman had often described to her； from storybooks； and here was the gentleman who came so near being a murderer； who for ten years had been wandering over the face of the earth； who believed himself deserted and scorned by his fatherthe very young gentleman who had fled from his country in such magnificent trouble； sitting by the fire just as pleasant and natural as could be！
To be sure； his voice had trembled when he talked with her parents； and he had met his father's look with a bright kind of smile that would have suited a dragon…killer bringing the waters of perpetual youth to his king； but after all； he wasn't at all like the conquered hero in Annie's book。 He did not say； lifting his arm toward heaven； 〃I hereby swear to be forever faithful to my home； my God； and my country！〃 which would have been only right and proper under the circumstances。
All things considered； Gretel was disappointed。 Raff； however； was perfectly satisfied。 The message was delivered。 Dr。 Boekman had his son safe and sound； and the poor lad had done nothing sinful after all； except in thinking that his father would have abandoned him for an accident。 To be sure； the graceful stripling had become rather a heavy man。 Raff had unconsciously hoped to clasp that same boyish hand again； but all things were changed to Raff； for that matter。 So he pushed back every feeling but joy as he saw father and son sitting side by side at his hearthstone。 Meantime； Hans was wholly occupied in the thought of Thomas Higgs's happiness in being able to be the meester's assistant again； and Dame Brinker was sighing softly to herself； wishing that the lad's mother were alive to see himsuch a fine young gentleman as he wasand wondering how Dr。 Boekman could bear to see the silver watch getting so dull。 He had worn it ever since Raff handed it over； that was evident。 What had he done with the gold one he used to wear？
The light was shining full upon Dr。 Boekman's face。 How contented he looked； how much younger and brighter than formerly。 The hard lines were quite melting away。 He was laughing as he said to the father； 〃Am I not a happy man； Raff Brinker？ My son will sell out his factory this month and open a warehouse in Amsterdam。 I shall have all my spectacle cases for nothing。〃
Hans started from his reverie。 〃A warehouse； mynheer！ And will Thomas HiggsI mean； is your son not to be your assistant again？〃
A shade passed over the meester's face； but he brightened with an effort as he replied； 〃Oh； no； Laurens has had quite enough of that。 He wishes to be a merchant。〃
Hans appeared so surprised and disappointed that his friend asked good…naturedly； 〃Why so silent； boy？ Is it any disgrace to be a merchant？〃
〃N…not a disgrace； mynheer；〃 stammered Hans； 〃but〃
〃But what？〃
〃Why； the other calling is so much better；〃 answered Hans； 〃so much nobler。 I think； mynheer；〃 he added with enthusiasm； 〃that to be a surgeon； to cure the sick and crippled； to save human life； to be able to do what you have done for my father； is the grandest thing on earth。〃
The doctor was regarding him sternly。 Hans felt rebuked。 His cheeks were flushed； hot tears were gathering under his lashes。
〃It is an ugly business； boy； this surgery；〃 said the doctor； still frowning at Hans。 〃It requires great patience； self…denial； and perseverance。〃
〃I am sure that it does；〃 cried Hans。 〃It calls for wisdom； too； and a reverence for God's work。 Ah； mynheer； it may have its trials and drawbacks； but you do not mean what you say。 It is great and noble； not ugly！ Pardon me； mynheer。 It is not for me to speak so boldly。〃
Dr。 Boekman was evidently displeased。 He turned his back on the boy and conferred aside with Laurens。 Meanwhile the dame scowled a terrible warning at Hans。 These great people； she knew well enough； never like to hear poor folk speak up so pertly。
The meester turned around。
〃How old are you； Hans Brinker？〃
〃Fifteen； mynheer；〃 was the startled reply。
〃Would you like to become a physician？〃
〃Yes； mynheer；〃 answered Hans； quivering with excitement。
〃Would you be willing； with your parents' consent； to devote yourself to study； to go to the university； and； in time； be a student in my office？〃
〃Yes； mynheer。〃
〃You would not grow restless； think you； and change your mind just as I had set my heart upon preparing you to be my successor？〃
Hans's eyes flashed。
〃No； mynheer； I would not change。〃
〃You may believe him there；〃 cried the dame； who could remain quiet no longer。 〃Hans is like a rock when once he decides； and as for study； mynheer； the child has almost grown fast to his books of late。 He can jumble off Latin already； like any priest！〃
The doctor smiled。 〃Well； Hans； I see nothing to prevent us from carrying out this plan； if your father agrees。〃
〃Ahem；〃 said Raff； too proud