Weekly Chillicothe crisis., 1881-06-23
WINNING THE GAME.

You observe, your queen is in danger"
"lf l lose her, may yet win an
other"
"Not at your rate of playing, sir.
You would have to advance a pawn"
"Pardon, Miss Chiswick, but do
play the game so badly? The loss is
mine. | would play better if could.
Teach me how, Miss Chiswick."
81 will take you through this one
move, but / fear you do not attend to
my instructions. My bishop may be
removed by your knight, which, how
ever, is at once sacrificed by my rOok,
which commands that square, if |
choose to take him."
"Thank you. l take your bishop,
then, and offer you this knight, en-
blem of myself"
81 am not obliged to take him."
"No; but hope YOU will not reject
him."
a short pause, while the dark, rich
face of the yong lady bends studiously
over the gliltering board of mother-Of-
pearl and pink cornclian, willie The pal
lid, ulsset bearded face of the gentle
man quiycrs and wakes paler yet.
"Not obliged TO take him. murmuls
the lady again, her white hand hover
ing over the mimic field of war. ain
fact, if do, you will win the game, in
spite Of all your bad play, SO"
"Tale him-pray-pray do! almost
whispered her adversary.
Miss Chiswick's hand descCnds on
her rook, and twirling it unlecidedly,
she lifts her eyes with look of sur
prise and questioning TO Mr.. Stanley's
"Arc you so very anxious to win II
game Of cheSs?' asks she.
He looks at her silently.
That "white nush," as the poet has
aptly called it, is drifting over his co,n-
tenanCC.
In his eyes there is look which no
woman can misunderstood.
"This is but the emblem of another"
he says, at last, in Il low, but intensely
passionate tone.
The lady drops her eyes and pOnders.
Her gay smile has faded; there is Il
troubled frown family carved upon her
smooth brow.
1--WE will consider this draw game" "
she says, very quietly; "and instead of
playing another | will, if you choose,
tell you story. 1t will amuse and
instruct you"
Pale and hopeless, Mr.. Stanley leans
upon the shining chess table with his
b eyes half shaded by his hand.
With a quick glance at his detected
attitude, and deepening OF the troub-
led frown the lady speaks:
TIavcyou ever been at Baden-Baden
But of course you have; who has not
Do you remember Die Hohe Felsen,
and Das Alte Schloss,' on the side of
the hill ard how the road winds down
into the valley through the Black For
est, with the lovely village lying be-
neath?"
"Some years ago was spending a
few months at Baden with my mother
she glmces at her black garments with
heavy sigh--"who was ordered there
to drink the waters. One afternoon
we had driven up to the 'Alte Schloss,
and while my mother rested there
climbed up above to see the IIoht
Felsen
"You know they are within ten min
utes' walk of the castle, and / never
dreamed of danger.
"lIOweyer, | was mistaken. 1t wa'
so early in the season that the forest
was not swarming with tourists and
pleasure parties--in fact, it seemed
quite deserted.
81 sat down at the foot of one of the
rocks, and was soon lost in contempla
ton of the sublime view below.
at was not long before l heart
voices, and before could rise from tht
sort of niche which / had chosen, two
rough looking Frenchmen flung them
selves upon the moss within six feet o.
me, and all unaware of my presence
began to discuss plot which causet
me to tremble with horror.
at appeared from their converse
tion that a certain baron was becoming
celebrated in the Kursaal for his un
precedented run of luck 1T the gaming
tables; that, in fact, the bankers hat
that day entreated him to seek som,
other field where to pursue his sue
cesses, as they were well nigh ruined
that he was, in consequence, going I,
leave Baden-Baden, and should drivt
through the Black Forest on his wa,
to Freiburg, starting at midnight.
"'The plan of the two robbers (for Il
my terror ! discovered them TO be moth
ing else was to waylay the baron
carriage near the 'Alte Schloss,' de
mand his money, and if resisted, t,
back the horses over the precipice, AM
descending after the wreck, help them
selves TO the plunder.
at was not without much wrang
ling, however, that they finally agree,
upon this friendly course Of action, an,
meantime l crouched in my nook
quaking lest they should discover me
while the sun sank low, and the musi
from the 'Conversationhaus Garden.
stole up on the breeze, warning m
that it was time for mother to be a
Trlnkhalle' for the draught of watel
H.. u. u