hans brinker-第58章
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ld 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 of his boy to be very meek。 〃The fact is； mynheer； I prefer an active； out…of…door life； myself。 But if the lad's inclined to study for a meester； and he'd have the benefit of your good word to push him on in the world； it's all one to me。 The money's all that's wanting； but it mightn't be long； with two strong pair of arms to earn it； before we〃
〃Tut； tut！〃 interrupted the doctor。 〃If I take your right…hand man away； I must pay the cost； and glad enough will I be to do it。 It will be like having TWO sons； eh； Laurens？ One a merchant and the other a surgeon。 I shall be the happiest man in Holland！ Come to me in the morning； Hans； and we will arrange matters at once。〃
Hans bowed assent。 He dared not trust himself to speak。
〃And； Brinker；〃 continued the doctor； 〃my son Laurens will need a trusty； ready man like you； when he opens his warehouse in Amsterdam； someone to oversee matters； and see that the lazy clowns round about the place do their duty。 Someone toWhy don't you tell him yourself； you rascal！〃
This last was addressed to the son and did not sound half as fierce as it looks in print。 The rascal and Raff soon understood each other perfectly。
〃I'm loath to leave the dikes；〃 said the latter； after they had talked together awhile； 〃but it is such a good offer； mynheer； I'd be robbing my family if I let it go past me。〃
Take a long look at Hans as he sits there staring gratefully at the meester； for you shall not see him again for many years。
And Gretelah； what a vista of puzzling work suddenly opens before her！ Yes； for dear Hans's sake she will study now。 If he really is to be a meester； his sister must not shame his greatness。
How faithfully those glancing eyes shall yet seek for the jewels that lie hidden in rocky schoolbooks！ And how they shall yet brighten and droop at the coming of one whom she knows of now only as the boy who wore a red cap on that wonderful day when she found the silver skates in her apron！
But the doctor and Laurens are going。 Dame Brinker is making her best curtsy。 Raff stands beside her； looking every inch a man as he grasps the meester's hand。 Through the open cottage door we can look out upon the level Dutch landscape； all alive with the falling snow。
Conclusion
Our story is nearly told。 Time passes in Holland just as surely and steadily as here。 In that respect no country is odd。
To the Brinker family it has brought great changes。 Hans has spent the years faithfully and profitably； conquering obstacles as they arose and pursuing one object with all the energy of his nature。 If often the way has been rugged； his resolution has never failed。 Sometimes he echoes； with his good friend； the words said long ago in that little cottage near Broek： 〃Surgery is an ugly business；〃 but always in his heart of hearts lingers the echo of those truer words： 〃It is great and noble！ It awakes a reverence for God's work！〃
Were you in Amsterdam today； you might see the famous Dr。 Brinker riding in his grand coach to visit his patients； or； it might be； you would see him skating with his own boys and girls upon the frozen canal。 For Annie Bouman； the beautiful； frank…hearted peasant girl； you would inquire in vain； but Annie Brinker； the vrouw of the great physician； is very like heronly； as Hans says； she is even lovelier； wiser； more like a fairy godmother than ever。
Peter van Holp； also； is a married man。 I could have told you before that he and Hilda would join hands and glide through life together； just as years ago they skimmed side by side over the frozen sunlit river。
At one time； I came near hinting that Katrinka and Carl would join hands。 It is fortunate that the report was not started； for Katrinka changed her mind and is single to this day。 The lady is not quite so merry as formerly； and； I grieve to say； some of the tinkling bells are out of tune。 But she is the life of her social circle； still。 I wish she would be in earnest； just for a little while； but no； it is not in her nature。 Her cares and sorrows do nothing more than disturb the tinkling； they never waken any deeper music。
Rychie's soul has been stirred to its depths during these long years。 Her history would tell how seed carelessly sown is sometimes reaped in anguish and how a golden harvest may follow a painful planting。 If I mistake not； you may be able to read the written record before long； that is； if you are familiar with the Dutch language。 In the witty but earnest author whose words are welcomed to this day in thousands of Holland homes； few could recognize the haughty； flippant Rychie who scoffed at little Gretel。
Lambert van Mounen and Ludwig van Holp are good Christian men and； what is more easily to be seen at a glance； thriving citizens。 Both are dwellers in Amsterdam； but one clings to the old city of that name and the other is a pilgrim to the new。 Van Mounen's present home is not far from Central Park； and he says if the New Yorkers do their duty the park will in time equal his beautiful Bosch； near The Hague。 He often thinks of the Katrinka of his
