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〃You'll pick out the lad quick enough； mynheer； because he's in company with Peter van Holp； and his hair curls up over his forehead like foreign folk's； and if you hear him speak； he talks of big and fast； only it's English； but that wouldn't be any hindrance to your honor。〃
The doctor had already lifted his hat to go。 With a beaming face he muttered something about its being just like the young scamp to give himself a rascally English name； called Hans 〃my son；〃 thereby making that young gentleman as happy as a lord； and left the cottage with very little ceremony； considering what a great meester he was。
The grumbling coachman comforted himself by speaking his mind as he drove back to Amsterdam。 Since the doctor was safely stowed away in the coach and could not hear a word； it was a fine time to say terrible things of folks who hadn't no manner of feeling for nobody； and who were always wanting the horses a dozen times of a night。
Mysterious Disappearance of Thomas Higgs
Higgs's factory was a mine of delight for the gossips of Birmingham。 It was a small building but quite large enough to hold a mystery。 Who the proprietor was； or where he came from none could tell。 He looked like a gentleman； that was certain； though everybody knew he had risen from an apprenticeship； and he could handle his pen like a writing master。
Years ago he had suddenly appeared in the place a lad of eighteen； learned his trade faithfully； and risen in the confidence of his employer； been taken in as a partner soon after the time was up。 Finally； when old Willett died； had assumed the business on his own hands。 This was all that was known of his affairs。
It was a common remark among some of the good people that he never had a word to say to a Christian soul； while others declared that though he spoke beautifully when he chose to； there was something wrong in his accent。 A tidy man； too； they called him； all but for having that scandalous green pond alongside of his factory； which wasn't deep enough for an eel and was 〃just a fever nest； as sure as you live。〃
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