Christmas Eve was here! The men came shuffling home at a heavy trot, and the factory-girls came rushing in. Here and there a feeble wail filtered out of one of the long corridors, so that the milk-filled breast ached.
Children incessantly ran in and out, fetching the last ingredients of the feast. Down by the exit into the street they had to push two tramps, who stood there shuddering in the cold. They were suspicious-looking people. "There are two men down there, but they aren"t genuine," said Karl. "They look as if they came out of a music-hall."
"Run over to old Madam Frandsen and tell her that," said Pelle. But her only answer was, "G.o.d be thanked, then they haven"t caught him yet!"
Over at Olsen"s their daughter Elvira had come home. The blind was not drawn, and she was standing at the window with her huge hat with flowers in it, allowing herself to be admired. Marie came running in. "Have you seen how fine she is, Pelle?" she said, quite stupefied. "And she gets all that for nothing from the gentlemen, just because they think she"s so pretty. But at night she paints her naked back!"
The children were running about in the gangway, waiting until Pelle should have finished. They would not keep Christmas without him. But now he, too, had finished work; he pulled on a jacket, wrapped up his work, and ran off.
Out on the platform he stood still for a moment. He could see the light of the city glimmering in the deep, star-filled sky. The night was so solemnly beautiful. Below him the galleries were forsaken; they were creaking in the frost. All the doors were closed to keep the cold out and the joy in. "Down, down from the green fir-trees!"--it sounded from every corner. The light shone through the window and in all directions through the woodwork. Suddenly there was a dull booming sound on the stairs--it was the hea.r.s.e-driver staggering home with a ham under either arm. Then all grew quiet--quiet as it never was at other times in the "Ark," where night or day some one was always complaining. A child came out and lifted a pair of questioning eyes, in order to look at the Star of Bethlehem! There was a light at Madam Frandsen"s. She had hung a white sheet over the window today, and had drawn it tight; the lamp stood close to the window, so that any one moving within would cast no shadow across it.
The poor old worm! thought Pelle, as he ran past; she might have spared herself the trouble! When he had delivered his work he hurried over to Holberg Street, in order to wish Ellen a happy Christmas. The table was finely decked out in his room when he got home; there was pork chops, rice boiled in milk, and Christmas beer. Marie was glowing with pride over her performance; she sat helping the others, but she herself took nothing.
"You ought to cook a dinner as good as this every day, la.s.s!" said Karl, as he set to. "G.o.d knows, you might well get a situation in the King"s kitchen."
"Why don"t you eat any of this nice food?" said Pelle.
"Oh, no, I can"t," she replied, touching her cheeks; her eyes beamed upon him.
They laughed and chattered and clinked their gla.s.ses together. Karl came out with the latest puns and the newest street-songs; so he had gained something by his scouring of the city streets. Peter sat there looking impenetrably now at one, now at another; he never laughed, but from time to time he made a dry remark by which one knew that he was amusing himself. Now and again they looked over at old Madam Frandsen"s window--it was a pity that she wouldn"t be with them.
Five candles were now burning over there--they were apparently fixed on a little Christmas tree which stood in a flowerpot. They twinkled like distant stars through the white curtain, and Madam Frandsen"s voice sounded cracked and thin: "O thou joyful, O thou holy, mercy-bringing Christmas-tide!" Pelle opened his window and listened; he wondered that the old woman should be so cheerful.
Suddenly a warning voice sounded from below: "Madam Frandsen, there are visitors coming!"
Doors and windows flew open on the galleries round about. People tumbled out of doorways, their food in their hands, and leaned over the railings. "Who dares to disturb our Christmas rejoicings?" cried a deep, threatening voice.
"The officers of the law!" the reply came out of the darkness. "Keep quiet, all of you--in the name of the law!"
Over on Madam Frandsen"s side two figures became visible, noiselessly running up on all fours. Upstairs nothing was happening; apparently they had lost their heads. "Ferdinand, Ferdinand!" shrieked a girl"s voice wildly; "they"re coming now!"
At the same moment the door flew open, and with a leap Ferdinand stood on the platform. He flung a chair down at his pursuers, and violently swayed the hand-rope, in order to sweep them off the steps. Then he seized the gutter and swung himself up onto the roof. "Good-bye, mother!" he cried from above, and his leap resounded in the darkness.
"Good-bye, mother, and a merry Christmas!" A howl like that of a wounded beast flung the alarm far out into the night, and they heard the stumbling pursuit of the policemen over the roofs. And then all was still.
They returned unsuccessful. "Well, then you haven"t got him!" cried Olsen, leaning out of his window down below.
"No; d"you think we are going to break our necks for the like of him?"
retorted the policemen, as they scrambled down. "Any one going to stand a gla.s.s of Christmas beer?" As no response followed, they departed.
Old Madam Frandsen went into her room and locked up; she was tired and worried and wanted to go to bed. But after a time she came shuffling down the long gangway. "Pelle," she whispered, "he"s in bed in my room!
While they were scrambling about on the roofs he slipped quietly back over the garrets and got into my bed! Good G.o.d, he hasn"t slept in a bed for four months! He"s snoring already!" And she slipped out again.
Yes, that was an annoying interruption! No one felt inclined to begin all over again excepting Karl, and Marie did not count him, as he was always hungry. So she cleared away, gossiping as she went in and out; she did not like to see Pelle so serious.
"But the secret!" she cried of a sudden, quite startled. The boys ran in to her; then they came back, close together, with Marie behind them, carrying something under her ap.r.o.n. The two boys flung themselves upon Pelle and closed his eyes, while Marie inserted something in his mouth.
"Guess now!" she cried, "guess now!" It was a porcelain pipe with a green silken ta.s.sel. On the bowl of the pipe, which was Ellen"s Christmas gift, was a representation of a ten-kroner note. The children had inserted a screw of tobacco. "Now you"ll be able to smoke properly,"
said Marie, pursing her lips together round the mouthpiece; "you are so clever in everything else."
The children had invited guests for the Christmas-tree; the seamstress, the old night-watchman from the courtyard, the factory-hand with her little boy; all those who were sitting at home and keeping Christmas all alone. They didn"t know themselves, there were so many of them! Hanne and her mother were invited too, but they had gone to bed early--they were not inclined for sociability. One after another they were pulled into the room, and they came with cheerful faces. Marie turned the lamp out and went in to light up the Christmas tree.
They sat in silence and expectation. The light from the stove flickered cheerfully to and fro in the room, lighting up a face with closed eyelids and eager features, and dying away with a little crash. The factory hand"s little boy was the only one to chatter; he had sought a refuge on Pelle"s knee and felt quite safe in the darkness; his childish voice sounded strangely bright in the firelight. "Paul must be quite good and quiet," repeated the mother admonishingly.
"Mus"n"t Paul "peak?" asked the child, feeling for Pelle"s face.
"Yes, to-night Paul can do just as he likes," replied Pelle. Then the youngster chattered on and kicked out at the darkness with his little legs.
"Now you can come!" cried Marie, and she opened the door leading to the gangway. In the children"s room everything had been cleared away. The Christmas-tree stood in the middle, on the floor, and was blazing with light. And how splendid it was--and how tall! Now they could have a proper good look! The lights were reflected in their eyes, and in the window-panes, and in the old mahogany-framed mirror, and the gla.s.s of the cheap pictures, so that they seemed suddenly to be moving about in the midst of myriads of stars, and forgot all their miseries. It was as though they had escaped from all their griefs and cares, and had entered straightway into glory, and all of a sudden a pure, clear voice arose, tremulous with embarra.s.sment, and the voice sang:
"O little angel, make us glad!
Down from high Heaven"s halls Through sunshine flown, in splendor clad, Earth"s shadow on thee falls!"
It sounded like a greeting from the clouds. They closed their eyes and wandered, hand in hand, about the tree. Then the seamstress fell silent, blushing. "You aren"t singing with me!" she cried.
"We"ll sing the Yule Song--we all know that," said Pelle.
"Down, down from the high green tree!"--It was Karl who struck up. And they just did sing that! It fitted in so admirably--even the name of Peter fitted in! And it was great fun, too, when all the presents cropped up in the song; every single person was remembered! Only, the lines about the purse, at the end, were all too true! There wasn"t much more to be said for that song! But suddenly the boys set the ring-dance going; they stamped like a couple of soldiers, and then they all went whirling round in frantic movement--a real witches" dance!
"Hey d.i.c.ker d.i.c.k, My man fell smack; It was on Christmas Eve!
I took a stick And broke it on his back, It was on Christmas Eve!"
How hot all the candles made it, and how it all went to one"s head! They had to open the door on to the gangway.
And there outside stood the inmates of the garrets, listening and craning their necks. "Come inside," cried the boys. "There"s room enough if we make two rings!" So once again they moved round the tree, singing Christmas carols. Every time there was a pause somebody struck up a new carol, that had to be sung through. The doors opposite were open too, the old rag-picker sat at the head of his table singing on his own account. He had a loaf of black bread and a plate of bacon in front of him, and after every carol he took a mouthful. In the other doorway sat three coal-porters playing "sixty-six" for beer and brandy. They sat facing toward the Christmas-tree, and they joined in the singing as they played; but from time to time they broke off in the middle of a verse in order to say something or to cry "Trumped!" Now they suddenly threw down their cards and came into the room. "We don"t want to sit here idle and look on while others are working," they said, and they joined the circle.
Finally they had all had enough of circling round the tree and singing.
So chairs and stools were brought in from the other rooms; they had to squeeze close together, right under the sloping roof, and some sat up on the window-sill. There was a clear circle left round the Christmas-tree.
And there they sat gossiping, crouching in all sorts of distorted postures, as though that was the only way in which their bodies could really find repose, their arms hanging loosely between their knees. But their faces were still eager and excited; and the smoke from the candles and the crackling fir-boughs of the tree veiled them in a bluish cloud, through which they loomed as round as so many moons. The burning turpentine gave the smoke a mysterious, alluring fragrance, and the devout and attentive faces were like so many murmuring spirits, hovering in the clouds, each above its outworn body.
Pelle sat there considering them till his heart bled for them--that was his Christmas devotion. Poor storm-beaten birds, what was this splendid experience which outweighed all their privations? Only a little light!
And they looked as though they could fall down before it and give up their lives! He knew the life"s story of each one of them better than they knew. But their faces were still eager and excited; and they themselves; when they approached the light they always burned themselves in it, like the moths, they were so chilled!
"All the same, that"s a queer invention, when one thinks about it," said one of the dockers, nodding toward the Christmas-tree. "But it"s fine.
G.o.d knows what it really is supposed to mean!"
"It means that now the year is returning toward the light again," said the old night-watchman.
"No; it stands for the joy of the shepherds over the birth of Christ,"
said the rag-picker, stepping into the doorway.
"The shepherds were poor folks, like ourselves, who lived in the darkness. That"s why they rejoiced so over Him, because He came with the light."
"Well, it don"t seem to me we"ve been granted such a terrible deal of light! Oh, yes, the Christmas-tree here, that"s splendid, Lord knows it is, and we should all of us like to thank the children for it--but one can"t have trees like that to set light to every day; and as for the sun--well, you see, the rich folks have got a monopoly of that!"
"Yes, you are right there, Jacob," said Pelle, who was moving about round the tree, taking down the hearts and packages for the children, who distributed the sweets. "You are all three of you right--curiously enough. The Christmas-tree is to remind us of Christ"s birth, and also that the year is returning toward the sun--but that"s all the same thing. And then it"s to remind us, too, that we too ought to have a share in things; Christ was born especially to remind the poor of their rights! Yes, that is so! For the Lord G.o.d isn"t one to give long-winded directions as to how one should go ahead; He sends the sun rolling round the earth every day, and each of us must look out for himself, and see how best he himself can get into the sunshine. It"s just like the wife of a public-house keeper I remember at home, who used to tell travellers, "What would you like to eat? You can have ducks or pork chops or sweets--anything you"ve brought with you!""
"That was a devilish funny statement!" said his hearers, laughing.
"Yes, it"s easy enough to invite one to all sorts of fine things when all the time one has to bring them along one"s self! You ought to have been a preacher."