The Soul of Nicholas Snyders | Page 2

Jerome K. Jerome
tired of the taste, Nicholas Snyders?
Wouldn't you like a change? Think of it, Nicholas Snyders--the joy of
being loved, of hearing yourself blessed, instead of cursed! Wouldn't it
be good fun, Nicholas Snyders--just by way of a change? If you don't
like it, you can return and be yourself again."
What Nicholas Snyders, recalling all things afterwards, could never
understand was why he sat there, listening in patience to the stranger's
talk; for, at the time, it seemed to him the jesting of a wandering fool.
But something about the stranger had impressed him.

"I have it with me," continued the odd pedlar; "and as for price--" The
stranger made a gesture indicating dismissal of all sordid details. "I
look for my reward in watching the result of the experiment. I am
something of a philosopher. I take an interest in these matters. See."
The stranger dived between his legs and produced from his pack a
silver flask of cunning workmanship and laid it on the table.
"Its flavour is not unpleasant," explained the stranger. "A little bitter;
but one does not drink it by the goblet: a wineglassful, such as one
would of old Tokay, while the mind of both is fixed on the same
thought: 'May my soul pass into him, may his pass into me!' The
operation is quite simple: the secret lies within the drug." The stranger
patted the quaint flask as though it had been some little dog.
"You will say: 'Who will exchange souls with Nicholas Snyders?'" The
stranger appeared to have come prepared with an answer to all
questions. "My friend, you are rich; you need not fear. It is the
possession men value the least of all they have. Choose your soul and
drive your bargain. I leave that to you with one word of counsel only:
you will find the young readier than the old--the young, to whom the
world promises all things for gold. Choose you a fine, fair, fresh, young
soul, Nicholas Snyders; and choose it quickly. Your hair is somewhat
grey, my friend. Taste, before you die, the joy of living."
The strange pedlar laughed and, rising, closed his pack. Nicholas
Snyders neither moved nor spoke, until with the soft clanging of the
massive door his senses returned to him. Then, seizing the flask the
stranger had left behind him, he sprang from his chair, meaning to fling
it after him into the street. But the flashing of the firelight on its
burnished surface stayed his hand.
"After all, the case is of value," Nicholas chuckled, and put the flask
aside and, lighting the two tall candles, buried himself again in his
green-bound ledger. Yet still from time to time Nicholas Snyders' eye
would wander to where the silver flask remained half hidden among
dusty papers. And later there came again a knocking at the door, and
this time it really was young Jan who entered.

Jan held out his great hand across the littered desk.
"We parted in anger, Nicholas Snyders. It was my fault. You were in
the right. I ask you to forgive me. I was poor. It was selfish of me to
wish the little maid to share with me my poverty. But now I am no
longer poor."
"Sit down," responded Nicholas in kindly tone. "I have heard of it. So
now you are master and the owner of your ship--your very own."
"My very own after one more voyage," laughed Jan. "I have
Burgomaster Allart's promise."
"A promise is not a performance," hinted Nicholas. "Burgomaster
Allart is not a rich man; a higher bid might tempt him. Another might
step in between you and become the owner."
Jan only laughed. "Why, that would be the work of an enemy, which,
God be praised, I do not think that I possess."
"Lucky lad!" commented Nicholas; "so few of us are without enemies.
And your parents, Jan, will they live with you?"
"We wished it," answered Jan, "both Christina and I. But the mother is
feeble. The old mill has grown into her life."
"I can understand," agreed Nicholas. "The old vine torn from the old
wall withers. And your father, Jan; people will gossip. The mill is
paying?"
Jan shook his head. "It never will again; and the debts haunt him. But
all that, as I tell him, is a thing of the past. His creditors have agreed to
look to me and wait."
"All of them?" queried Nicholas.
"All of them I could discover," laughed Jan.
Nicholas Snyders pushed back his chair and looked at Jan with a smile

upon his wrinkled face. "And so you and Christina have arranged it
all?"
"With your consent, sir," answered Jan.
"You will wait for that?" asked Nicholas.
"We should like to have it, sir." Jan smiled,
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