The Soul of Nicholas Snyders | Page 7

me a
father."
"Listen to me, Christina," he said. "It is the soul that is the man, not the
body. Could you not love me for my new soul?"
"But I do love you," answered Christina, smiling through her tears.
"Could you as a husband?" The firelight fell upon her face. Nicholas,
holding it between his withered hands, looked into it long and hard; and
reading what he read there, laid it back against his breast and soothed it
with his withered hand.

"I was jesting, little one," he said. "Girls for boys, and old women for
old men. And so, in spite of all, you still love Jan?"
"I love him," answered Christina. "I cannot help it."
"And if he would, you would marry him, let his soul be what it may?"
"I love him," answered Christina. "I cannot help it."
Old Nicholas sat alone before the dying fire. Is it the soul or the body
that is the real man? The answer was not so simple as he had thought it.
"Christina loved Jan"--so Nicholas mumbled to the dying fire--"when
he had the soul of Jan. She loves him still, though he has the soul of
Nicholas Snyders. When I asked her if she could love me, it was terror
I read in her eyes, though Jan's soul is now in me; she divined it. It
must be the body that is the real Jan, the real Nicholas. If the soul of
Christina entered into the body of Dame Toelast, should I turn from
Christina, from her golden hair, her fathomless eyes, her asking lips, to
desire the shrivelled carcass of Dame Toelast? No; I should still
shudder at the thought of her. Yet when I had the soul of Nicholas
Snyders, I did not loathe her, while Christina was naught to me. It must
be with the soul that we love, else Jan would still love Christina and I
should be Miser Nick. Yet here am I loving Christina, using Nicholas
Snyders' brain and gold to thwart Nicholas Snyders' every scheme,
doing everything that I know will make him mad when he comes back
into his own body; while Jan cares no longer for Christina, would
marry Dame Toelast for her broad lands, her many mills. Clearly it is
the soul that is the real man. Then ought I not to be glad, thinking I am
going back into my own body, knowing that I shall wed Christina? But
I am not glad; I am very miserable. I shall not go with Jan's soul, I feel
it; my own soul will come back to me. I shall be again the hard, cruel,
mean old man I was before, only now I shall be poor and helpless. The
folks will laugh at me, and I shall curse them, powerless to do them evil.
Even Dame Toelast will not want me when she learns all. And yet I
must do this thing. So long as Jan's soul is in me, I love Christina better
than myself. I must do this for her sake. I love her--I cannot help it."

Old Nicholas rose, took from the place, where a month before he had
hidden it, the silver flask of cunning workmanship.
"Just two more glassfuls left," mused Nicholas, as he gently shook the
flask against his ear. He laid it on the desk before him, then opened
once again the old green ledger, for there still remained work to be
done.
He woke Christina early. "Take these letters, Christina," he
commanded. "When you have delivered them all, but not before, go to
Jan; tell him I am waiting here to see him on a matter of business." He
kissed her and seemed loth to let her go.
"I shall only be a little while," smiled Christina.
"All partings take but a little while," he answered.
Old Nicholas had foreseen the trouble he would have. Jan was content,
had no desire to be again a sentimental young fool, eager to saddle
himself with a penniless wife. Jan had other dreams.
"Drink, man, drink!" cried Nicholas impatiently, "before I am tempted
to change my mind. Christina, provided you marry her, is the richest
bride in Zandam. There is the deed; read it; and read quickly."
Then Jan consented, and the two men drank. And there passed a breath
between them as before; and Jan with his hands covered his eyes a
moment.
It was a pity, perhaps, that he did so, for in that moment Nicholas
snatched at the deed that lay beside Jan on the desk. The next instant it
was blazing in the fire.
"Not so poor as you thought!" came the croaking voice of Nicholas.
"Not so poor as you thought! I can build again, I can build again!" And
the