Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1889-07-17
A GREAT GAME OF CHESS.
The Young Man Who Cheekmated Suleimann
Pasha in Cairo Cafe.

| Exchange.
One summer afternoon, almost fifty
years ago, Sulejmann Pasha, commander
in-ohief of the Egyptian artillery, sat at
coffee in cafe on the Nile terrace in
| Cairo.
Sulejmann Pasha was a famous chess
player. In the first few weeks after his
return to Cairo, he had beaten dozens of
times Ulema Reschid Aga, formerly the
champion chess player of Northern
| Egypt.
On this particular afternoon, almost
| fifty years ago, UleRia Reschid Aga was
little late in coming to his Waterloo,
and Suljemann Pasha was having a pre-
limiqary skirmish with himself while
awaiting his opponent g arrival. His di-
version was interrupted by the appear
a1fce on the terrace of a long, gaunt,
bony young stranger. The stranger
strobe right up to the pasha's table and,
after making half military salute, said
so loudly that every one ON the terrace
could hear:
Pasha, l challenge you to 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 COM
mander. The pasha looked him over GU
riously.
81 am at your service,'' was his an
swer, after a long pause. Glow high
do you usually play?"
Sometimes for nothing, sometimes
for great deal. You fix the stakes,
pasha. -
"wen. a hundred duoats will not be
too much.
The stranger nodded and sat down.
The lots were cast. The game was
begun. Al! the officers IN the cafe left
their coffee to crowd around the players.
The first few moves convinced them that
the long, honey fingers of the stranger
had moved chessmen many times before.
AT the end of twenty minutes the pasha IS
eyes suddenly frightened and he smiled,
He had an iDyincible combination. He
placed his queen before his opponent
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 hls friend s combination, and he,
too, was sure that it was invincible.
t'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 Il take her?''
'fHe will lose his own, - said thefex-
champion, triumphantly.
The stranger moved a pawn. Sula5-s
mann took his queen. The officers
thought JIG was all up with the gsnlxi65
young man, and started back to their
coffee. They were called back, how
ever, by the first words the Pasha 'sS6p5
ponent had spoken since he sat down tssI
the table.
"Pasha, in twelve moves you will be
checkmated. -
The interest of the Pasha s friends bez$l
came intense They counted each moveS
aloud. One-two-three-fou the
Pasha was hard pressed. Five-six-
en-eight-nine-and his men were
hemmed in on all sides. Ten-the Pasha
tried in vain to break the blockade by
sacrificing his queen. Eleven-he drew
back his king into a corner. Twelve
and the stranger cried out: ''Check-
mate!''
There was a dead silence and all stared
at the Pasha. He thought hard for sew
eral minutes without uttering a word
Then he looked searchlngIy into the
strangers face and said:
t'Once before have seen chess played
as you play it. Your strategy is not new
to me, although 1 cannot cope with it.
The game that your playing reminds me
of was much finer than this. 1t was
played with cavalry and infantry and
heavy artillery, till the ground shook
under our feet. The great chess player |
from the North, who was then against |
me had $50 900 men. In his hands they |
were invincible. The mad and envious |
interference of Hafiz Pasha ruined his
combinations, however, and gave US the |
game.
The pasha stopped moment to scru-
tinize the strangers face. 1t was ex-
pressionless. Then he continued:
''Young man, you remind me of that
great chess player from the North who
all but routed us at Nib, as you have
routed me here. Young man, only one
man in the world can play chess like
that. He is Col. Won Moltke.
sYou have it, - answered the stran-
ger, reaching the pasha his hand. 81
am Moltke. -
The Rise of the DrexeIs.