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Mr。 Kuypers was a well…bred man； but this time he could not conceal his amazement。 He laid down knife and fork both； looked up and almost laughed； as he said with wonder；
〃Don't you know who I am？〃
〃We know you are our good angel to…day；〃 said Mrs。 Molyneux； bravely； 〃and that is enough to know。〃
〃But don't you know why I am here； or what sent me？〃
Mr。 Molyneux said that he understood very well that his friend wanted to see justice done； and that he had preferred to see to this in person。
〃I thought you looked queer；〃 said Mr。 Kuypers； frankly； 〃but still； I did not know I was changed。 Why； don't you remember Bruce？ You remember Mrs。 Chappell； surely。〃
〃Are you Bruce？〃 cried Mr。 Molyneux； and he fairly left his chair and went round the table to the young man。 〃Why； I can see it now。 But thenwhy； you were a boy； you know； and this black beard〃
〃But pray explain； pray explain；〃 cried Tom。 〃The mysteries increase on us。 Who is Mrs。 Chappell； and； for that matter； who is Bruce； if his real name be not Kuypers？〃
And they all laughed heartily。 People got back their self…possession a little； and Mr。 Kuypers explained。
〃I am Bruce Kuypers；〃 said he； 〃though your father does not seem to remember the Kuypers part。〃
〃No；〃 said Mr。 Molyneux； 〃I cannot remember the Kuypers part； but the Bruce part I remember very well。〃
〃My mother was Mrs。 Kuypers before she married Mr。 Chappell； and Mr。 Chappell died when my brother Ben was six years old； and little Lizzy was a baby。〃
〃Lizzy was my godchild；〃 said Mrs。 Molyneux； who now remembered everything。
〃Certainly she was； Mrs。 Molyneux； and last month Lizzy was married to as good a fellow as ever presided over the melting of ingots。 We marry them earlier at the West than you do here。〃
〃Where Lizzie would have been；〃 he said more gravely； addressing Tom again； 〃where my mother would have been； or where I should have been but for your father and mother here； it would be hard to tell。 And all to…day I have taken it for granted that to him； as to me； this has been one part of that old Christmas！ Surely you remember？〃 he turned to Mrs。 Molyneux。
Yes； Mrs。 Molyneux did remember； but her eyes were all running over with tears and she did not say so。
〃Mr。 Molyneux；〃 said Bruce Kuypers； again addressing Tom； 〃seventeen years ago this blessed day； there was a Christmas morning in the poor old tenement above Massachusetts Avenue such as you never saw； and such as I hope you never may see。
〃There was fire in the stove because your father had sent the coal。 There was oatmeal mush on the table because your father paid my mother's scot at your father's grocer。
〃But there was not much jollity in that house； and there were no Christmas presents； but what your mother had sent to Bruce and Ben and Flora； and even to the baby。 Still we kept up such courage as we could。 It was a terribly cold day； and there was a wet storm。
〃All of a sudden a carriage stopped at the door； and in came your father here。 He came to say that that day's mail had brought a letter from Dr。 Wilder of the navy； conveying the full certificate that William Chappell's death was caused by exposure in the service。 That certificate was what my mother needed for her pension。 She never could get it； but your father here had sifted and worried and worked。 The ‘Macedonian' arrived Thursday at New York； and had Dr。 Wilder on board； and Friday afternoon your father had Wilder's letter； and he left his own Christmas dinner to make light my mother's and mine。 That was not all。 Your father； as he came； had stopped to see Mr。 Birdsall； who was the Speaker of the House。 He had seen the Speaker before； and had said kind things about me。 And that day the Speaker told him to tell me to come and see him at his room at the Capitol next day。 Oh！ how my mother dressed me up！ Was there ever such a page seen before！ What with your father's kind words and my dear mother's extra buttons； the Speaker made me his own page the next day； and there I served for four years。 It was then that I was big enough to go into the War Department； and Mr。 Goodsellhe was the next Speaker； if you rememberrecommended me there。
〃After that；〃 said Bruce Kuypers； modestly； if I did not see you so often； but I used to see you sometimes； and I did not think〃this with a roguish twinkling of the eye〃that you forgot your young friends so soon。〃
〃I remember you；〃 said Tom。 〃I used to think you were the grandest man in Washington。 You gave me the first ride on a sled I ever had； when there was some exceptional fall of snow。〃
〃I think we all remember Mr。 Kuypers now；〃 said Matty； and she laughed while she blushed； 〃he always bought things for our stockings。 I have a Noah's Ark upstairs now； that he gave me。 In my youngest days I had a queer mixture of the name Bruce and the name Santa Claus。 I believe I thought Santa Claus' name was Nicholas Bruce。 I am sure I did not know that Mr。 Bruce had any other name。〃
〃If you had said you were Mr。 Chappell；〃 said Mr。 Molyneux； 〃I should have known you in a minute。〃
〃But I was not；〃 said the young man； laughing。
〃Well； if you had said you were ‘Bruce；' I should have known。〃
〃Dear me； yes； but I have been a man so long； and at Gem City nobody calls me Bruce； but my mother and Lizzy。 So I said ‘Mr。 Kuypers；' forgetting that I had ever been a boy。 But now I am in Washington again； I shall remember that things change here very fast in ten years。 And yet not so fast as they change at the mines。〃
And now everybody was at ease。 How well Mrs。 Molyneux recalled to herself what she would not speak of that Christmas Day of which Mr。 Kuypers told his story！ It was in their young married life。 She had her father and mother to dine with her； and the event was really a trial in her young experience。 And then； just as the old folks were expected； her husband came dashing in and had asked her to put dinner a little later because he had had this good news for the poor Widow Chappell； and she had to tell her father and mother； when they came； that they must all wait for his return。
The Widow Chappell was one of those waifs who seem attracted to Washington by some fatal law。 It had been two or three months before that Mr。 Molyneux had been asked to hunt her up and help her。 A letter had come； asking him to do this； from Mrs。 Fales； in Roxbury； and Mrs。 Fales had sent money for the Chappells。 But the money had gone in back rent； and shoes； and the rest； and the wolf was very near the Chappells' door； when the telegraph announced the 〃Macedonian。〃 Mr。 Molyneux had telegraphed instanter to this Dr。 Wilder。 Dr。 Wilder had some sense of Christmas promptness。 He remembered poor Chappell perfectly； and mailed that night a thorough certificate。 This certificate it was which Mr。 Molyneux had carried to the poor old tenement of Massachusetts Avenue； and this had made happy that Christmas Dayand this。
〃Why；〃 said Mr。 Bruce Kuypers； almost as if he were speaking aloud； 〃it seems so queer that Christmas comes and goes with you； and you have forgotten all about that stormy day； and your ride to Mrs。 Chappell's！
〃Why； at our place； we drink Mr。 Molyneux's health every Chr