第 9 节
作者:津夏      更新:2021-02-21 14:26      字数:9322
  fingers rose the perfect melodies of old masters。 Ay; but the sweet eyes had
  been closed in death many a long; long; year; the sweet voice hushed in
  silence。 He had watched the dear life ebb away; the fire in the blue eyes
  fade out。 He had felt each day that the clasp of the little greeting fingers
  was less close; each day he had seen the outline of the face grow sharper;
  and at last   there had   come   one when   the   poor little   English…woman   met
  him with the gaze of one who knew him not; and babbled; not of green
  fields;   but   of   horses   and   dogs;   and   of   a   brother   Jack;   who;   five   years
  before; had gone down with her Majesty's ship /Alligator/ in mid…Atlantic。
  Ay; but that was many and many a year agone。 His young; blue…eyed
  love stood out alone in life's history; a thing apart。 Of the gentler sex; in a
  general way; the old professor had not seen that which had raised it in his
  estimation   to   the   level   of   the   one   woman   over   whose   memory   hung   a
  bright halo of romance。
  Fifteen   years   had   passed   away;   the   old   professor   of   osteology   had
  passed away with them; and in the large house on the Domplein lived a
  baron;  with   half   a dozen noisy;  happy;  healthy  children;young /fraulas/
  and /jonkheers/;who scampered up and down the marble passages; and
  fell headlong down the steep; narrow; unlighted stairways; to the imminent
  danger of dislocating their aristocratic little necks。 There was a new race
  of neat maids; clad in the same neat livery of lilac and black; who scoured
  and cleaned; just as Koosje and Dortje had done in the old professor's day。
  You might; indeed; have heard the selfsame names resounding through the
  echoing rooms: 〃Koos…je! Dort…je!〃
  But   the   Koosje   and   Dortje   were   not   the   same。  What   had   become   of
  Dortje     I  cannot   say;   but  on   the  left…hand    side   of  the  busy;   bustling;
  picturesque      Oude    Gracht    there   was    a  handsome      shop   filled   with   all
  manner      of  cakes;   sweeties;    confections;    and    liquorsfrom     absinthe   to
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  Benedictine;       or  arrack    to  chartreuse。     In  that   shop   was    a  handsome;
  prosperous;      middle…aged      woman;      well   dressed    and   well   mannered;      no
  longer Professor van Dijck's Koosje; but the Jevrouw van Kampen。
  Yes;    Koosje     had   come    to  be   a  prosperous      tradeswoman       of   good
  position;   respected   by   all。   But   she   was   Koosje   van   Kampen   still;   the
  romance which had come to so disastrous and abrupt an end had sufficed
  for her life。 Many an offer had been made to her; it is true; but she had
  always declared that she had had enough of loversshe had found out their
  real value。
  I must tell you that at the time of Jan's infidelity; after the first flush of
  rage was over; Koosje disdained to show any sign of grief or regret。 She
  was very proud; this Netherland servant…maid; far too proud to let those by
  whom   she   was   surrounded   imagine   she   was   wearing   the   willow   for   the
  faithless Jan; and when Dortje; on the day of the wedding; remarked that
  for   her   part   she   had   always   considered   Koosje   remarkably   cool   on   the
  subject   of   matrimony;   Koosje   with   a   careless   out…turning   of   her   hands;
  palms uppermost; answered that she was right。
  Very soon after their marriage Jan and his young wife left Utrecht for
  Arnheim; where Jan had promise of higher wages; and thus they passed; as
  Koosje thought; completely out of her life。
  〃I don't wish to hear anything more about them; ifyouplease;〃 she
  said; severely and emphatically; to Dortje。
  But not so。 In time the professor died; leaving Koosje the large legacy
  with which she set up the handsome shop in the Oude Gracht; and several
  years passed on。
  It happened one day that Koosje was sitting in her shop sewing。 In the
  large   inner   room   a   party   of   ladies   and   officers   were   eating   cakes   and
  drinking chocolates and liquors with a good deal of fun and laughter; when
  the   door   opened   timidly;   thereby   letting   in   a   gust   of   bitter   wind;   and   a
  woman crept fearfully in; followed by two small; crying children。
  Could   the   lady   give   her   something   to   eat?   she   asked;   they   had   had
  nothing during the day; and the little ones were almost famished。
  Koosje; who was very charitable; lifted a tray of large; plain buns; and
  was   about   to   give   her   some;   when   her   eyes   fell   upon   the   poor   beggar's
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  faded face; and she exclaimed:
  〃Truide!〃
  Truide; for it was she; looked up in startled surprise。
  〃I   did   not   know;   or   I   would   not   have   come   in;   Koosje;〃   she   said;
  humbly; 〃for I treated you very badly。〃
  〃Ve…ry bad…ly;〃 returned Koosje; emphatically。 〃Then where is Jan?〃
  〃Dead!〃 murmured Truide; sadly。
  〃Dead!   soah;   well!   I   suppose   I   must   do   something   for   you。   Here
  Yanke!〃 opening the door and calling; 〃Yanke!〃
  〃/Je; jevrouw/;〃 a voice cried; in reply。
  The next moment a maid came running into the shop。
  〃Take these people into the   kitchen   and   give   them  something   to   eat。
  Put them by the stove while you prepare it。 There is some soup and that
  smoked ham we had for /koffy/。 Then come here and take my place for a
  while。〃
  〃/Je;   jevrouw/;〃   said   Yanke;   disappearing   again;   followed   by   Truide
  and her children。
  Then Koosje sat down again; and began to think。
  〃I   said;〃   she   mused;   presently;   〃/that/   night   that   the   next   time   I   fell
  over a bundle I'd leave it where I found it。 Ah; well! I'm not a barbarian; I
  couldn't do that。 I never thought; though; it would be Truide。〃
  〃/Hi; jevrouw/;〃 was called from the inner room。
  〃/Je; mynheer/;〃 jumping up and going to her customers。
  She attended to their wants; and presently bowed them out。
  〃I   never thought   it   would   be Truide;〃   she  repeated   to   herself;  as   she
  closed the door behind the last of the gay uniforms and jingling scabbards。
  〃And Jan is deadah; well!〃
  Then   she   went   into   the   kitchen;   where   the   miserable   childrengirls
  both of them; and pretty had they been clean and less forlornly clad were
  playing about the stove。
  〃So Jan is dead;〃 began Koosje; seating herself。
  〃Yes; Jan is dead;〃 Truide answered。
  〃And he left you nothing?〃 Koosje asked。
  〃We   had   had   nothing   for   a   long   time;〃   Truide   replied;   in   her   sad;
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  crushed voice。 〃We didn't get on very well; he soon got tired of me。〃
  〃That was a weakness of his;〃 remarked Koosje; drily。
  〃We   lost   five   little   ones;   one   after   another;〃   Truide   continued。   〃And
  Jan was fond of them; and somehow it seemed to sour him。 As for me; I
  was sorry enough at the time; Heaven knows; but it was as well。 But Jan
  said it seemed as if a curse had fallen upon us; he began to wish you back
  again; and to blame me for having come between you。 And then he took to
  /genever/; and then to wish for something stronger; so at last every stiver
  went for absinthe; and once or twice he beat me; and then he died。〃
  〃Just as well;〃 muttered Koosje; under her breath。
  〃It is very good of you to have fed and warmed us;〃 Truide went on; in
  her faint; complaining tones。 〃Many a one would have let me starve; and I
  should have deserved it。 It is very good of you and we are grateful; but 'tis
  time we were going; Koosje and Mina;〃 then added; with a shake of her
  head; 〃but I don't know where。〃
  〃Oh; you'd better stay;〃 said Koosje; hurriedly。 〃I live in this big house
  by myself; and I dare say you'll be more useful in the shop than Yankeif
  your tongue is as glib as it used to be; that is。 You know some English; too;
  don't you?〃
  〃A little;〃 Truide answered; eagerly。
  〃And after all;〃 Koosje said; philosophically; shrugging her shoulders;
  〃you saved me from the beatings and the starvings and the rest。 I owe you
  something for that。 Why; if it hadn't been for you I should have been silly
  enough to have married him。〃
  And then she went back to her shop; saying to herself:
  〃The   professor   said   it   was   a   blessing   in   disguise;   God   sends   all   our
  trials to work