The Soul of Nicholas Snyders
The Soul of Nicholas Snyders
Once upon a time in Zandam, which is by the Zuider Zee, there lived a wicked man
named Nicholas Snyders. He was mean and hard and cruel, and loved but one thing in the
world, and that was gold. And even that not for its own sake. He loved the power gold
gave him--the power to tyrannize and to oppress, the power to cause suffering at his will.
They said he had no soul, but there they were wrong. All men own--or, to speak more
correctly, are owned by--a soul; and the soul of Nicholas Snyders was an evil soul. He
lived in the old windmill which still is standing on the quay, with only little Christina to
wait upon him and keep house for him. Christina was an orphan whose parents had died
in debt. Nicholas, to Christina's everlasting gratitude, had cleared their memory--it cost
but a few hundred florins--in consideration that Christina should work for him without
wages. Christina formed his entire household, and only one willing visitor ever darkened
his door, the widow Toelast. Dame Toelast was rich and almost as great a miser as
Nicholas himself. "Why should not we two marry?" Nicholas had once croaked to the
widow Toelast. "Together we should be masters of all Zandam." Dame Toelast had
answered with a cackling laugh; but Nicholas was never in haste.
One afternoon Nicholas Snyders sat alone at his desk in the centre of the great semi-
circular room that took up half the ground floor of the windmill, and that served him for
an office, and there came a knocking at the outer door.
"Come in!" cried Nicholas Snyders. He spoke in a tone quite kind for Nicholas Snyders.
He felt so sure it was Jan knocking at the door--Jan Van der Voort, the young sailor, now
master of his own ship, come to demand of him the hand of little Christina. In
anticipation, Nicholas Snyders tasted the joy of dashing Jan's hopes to the ground; of
hearing him plead, then rave; of watching the growing pallor that would overspread Jan's
handsome face as Nicholas would, point by point, explain to him the consequences of
defiance--how, firstly, Jan's old mother should be turned out of her home, his old father
put into prison for debt; how, secondly, Jan himself should be pursued without remorse,
his ship be bought over his head before he could complete the purchase. The interview
would afford to Nicholas Snyders sport after his own soul. Since Jan's return the day
before, he had been looking forward to it. Therefore, feeling sure it was Jan, he cried
"Come in!" quite cheerily.
But it was not Jan. It was somebody Nicholas Snyders had never set eyes on before. And
neither, after that one visit, did Nicholas Snyders ever set eyes upon him again. The light
was fading, and Nicholas Snyders was not the man to light candles before they were
needed, so that he was never able to describe with any precision the stranger's
appearance. Nicholas thought he seemed an old man, but alert in all his movements;
while his eyes--the one thing about him Nicholas saw with any clearness--were curiously
bright and piercing.
"Who are you?" asked Nicholas Snyders, taking no pains to disguise his disappointment.