Jens was less quick-witted. He offered some objection apparently, but
it was promptly overruled by the burgomaster, who pushed him out with a
friendly but decisive nod and bade him be gone.
"Very little ones--two, mind. And don't let her see."
Whereupon the burgomaster put on his overcoat and went out, too.
Before the church bells rang in the holy eve, all the gossips in town
were busy with the report that the burgomaster had been buying enough
Christmas toys and candles to stock an orphan asylum. What had come
over the man? Five dolls, counted the toy-shop woman, with eyes that
grew wide in the telling--five! And they alone, the two of them, in
the big house with never a Christmas tree there that any one could
remember! It must be that they were expecting company.
Nothing was further from the mind of the burgomasterinde as she went
along with her preparations for the holiday. It had been a lonesome
day with her, for all she had tried to fill it with housewifely tasks.
Christmas eve always was. Now, as she sat with her knitting, her
thoughts dwelt upon the days long gone when it had meant something to
them; when a child's laughter had thrilled her mother heart. To her it
was no unfamiliar road she was travelling. The memory of her child,
which her husband had tried to shut out of his life lest it unman him
for his work, she had cherished in her heart, and all life's burdens
had been lightened and sweetened by it. Her one grief was that this of
all things she could not share with him. No one ever heard her speak
Gertrude's name, but there was sometimes a wistful look in her face
which caused the burgomaster vague alarm, and once or twice had led
to grave conferences with the family practitioner about Mrs. Brent's
health. The old doctor, who was also the family friend, shook his
head. The burgomasterinde was a well woman; his pills were not needed.
Once he had hinted that her loss--but the burgomaster had interrupted
him hastily. She would get over that, if indeed she had not quite
forgotten; to stir it up would do no good. And the doctor, who was wise
in other ways than those of his books, dropped the subject.
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