Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-08-01
A GAME OF CHESS.
Tho Young Man Who Boat Sule1>
 mann Half a Century Ago.
How Egypt's Most Famous Warrior and Champion Chess Player Made tho Ac. qnaintance of the (sreat Stratesist
 of the North.


 q"aintance of tho Great Strategist
 of the North.
 On summer afternoon, almost fifty years ago, Sulejmann Pasha, commander-in-chief Of the Egyptian artillery, sat at coffee in a cafe on the Nile terrace in Cairo, says the New York Sun. At tables near him were many soldiers who had helped him fight the armies of Sultan Mahmud not many months before. Several of them had been with him in the battle of Nizib, when he routed the Turkish armies under Hahz Pasha and Colonel von Moltke, then in the Sultan's service. But Sulejmann Pasha was not thinking of the soldiers about him. nor of Hafiz Pasha, nor Colonel won Moltke, nor the great battle of Nizib. His whole atten- tion was concentrated on the chessboard be- fore hlm.
 Sulejmann Pasha was a famous chess player. In the first few weeks after his re- turn to Cairo he had beaten dozens of times Ulema Reschid Aga, formerly the champion chess player of Northern Egypt He re- somewhat akin to his reputation as war rior. He considered chess to be pre-emi- nently soldiers game, and never tired of making elaborate comparisons between strategy on the chess board and strategy on the field of battle. Every afternoon he met Ulema Reschid Aga at the cafe on the Nile terrace and beat him two or three games
 On this particular afternoon almost fifty years ago Ulema Reschid Aga was little late in coming to his waterloo and Sulej- mann Pasha was having preliminary skirmish with himself while awaiting his opponents arrival. His diversion was in. terrupted by the appearance on the terrace of long, gaunt, bony young stranger. The stranger strode right up to the Pasha's table, and, after making a half-military salute, said so loudly that every one in the. terrace could hear:
 "Pasha, I challenge you to a game of chess"
 All the officers on the terrace sat quite still and stared at the thin, pale young man who stood before their great commander. The Pasha looked him over curiously.
 ''I am at your service," was his answer, after long pause. "How high do you usually playl'
 "Sometimes for nothing, sometimes for great deal You fix the stakes, Pasha."
 "Well, one hundred ducats will not be too much"
 The stranger nodded and sat down. The lots were cast. The game was begun. All the officers in the cafe left their coffee to orowd, around the players. The first few moves convinced them that the long, bony fingers of the stranger had moved chess-men many times before. At the end of twenty minutes the Pasha's eyes sud denly frightened and he smiled. He had an invincible combination. He placed his queen before his opponents queen. The officers began to grumble, for they thought their commander had lost his head. Only Reschid Aga, who in the meantime had joined the crowd of spectators, looked happy. He had guessed his friends com bination, and hc, too, was sure that it was invincible.
 "He will take the queen," commented the spectators, anxiously.
 ''Then he will be checkmated in eight moves," whispered back Reschid Aga. And if he doesn't take her7" "He will lose his own," said the ex-cham- pion, triumphantly.
 The stranger moved pawn. Sulejmann took his queen. The officers thought 1t was all up with the gaunt young man and started back to their coffee. They were called back, however, by the first words the Pasha's op. ponent had spoken since he sat down to the table.
 ''Pasha, in twelve moves you will be checkmated."
 The interest of the Pasha's friends became intense. They counted each move aloud wO-three-four-andt the Pasha was already hard pushed. Fve-six-seven- eight-nine-and his men were hemmed tn on all sides. Ten-the Pasha tried in vain to break the blockade by sacrificing his queen. Eleven-and he drew back his king into a corner. Twelve-and the stranger cried out: "Checkmate." There was dead silence and all stared at the Pasha. He thought hard for several minutes without uttering word. Then he l looked searchingly into the strangers face and said:
 "Once before have seen chess played as you play It. Your strategy is not new to me- l although can not cope with 1t. The game l that your playing reminds me of was muct l finer than this. It was played with cavalry | and infantry and heavy artillery until the l ground shook under our feet. The great l chess-player from the North who was ther | against me had 150, 900 men. In his hands ! they were invincible. The mad and envious | interference of Hafiz Pasha ruined his com l binations, however, and gave us the game The Pasha stopped a moment to scrutinizt ! the strangers face. It was expressionless | Then he continued:
 "Young man, you remind me of thnt grea ! chess player from the North who all bu 1 routed us at Nizib, as you have routed ma | here. Young man. only one man in the l world can play chess like that He is Colone won Moltke."
 "You have it." answered the stranger | reaching the Pasha his hand. s'I an