The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1890-05-08

mur OF u1Scontent arose amongst the
spectators; the game seemed lost for the
Pasha; he must have overlooked that
his Queen Is left unprotected. The face
OF Reshid Aga, who also looked on,
oeamed with pleasure; at a glance he
mad thoroughly mastered the combina-
tlon of his friend. The stranger took a
much longer time to consider than usual
before he slowly lifted his lean hand.
mo doubt he will take the Queen"
the spectators whispered to each other.
'Then he will be mate in eight
moves Reshid Aga said, gleefully rub
bing his hands.
And If he does not take her?"
'"Then he will lose his own"
For moment the stranger appeared
undecided; but suddenly like lightning
his hand descended on the board.
Quietly and calmly he moved one of his
pawns a square ahead. All looked sur
prised at each other, muttering: 'To
lose the Queen is losing the gameI'
while Suleiman Pasha, smiling triumph
antly, removed the hostile Queen from
the board.
The onlookers, who mostly sided with
the Pasha, breathed as if they had been
relieved from heavy load. In their
opinion the game was decided, for White
could not hold out without the Queen.
Several of them were already on the
point of withdrawing, when they were
suddenly startled by the clear ringing
voice of the stranger, who called out:
''Mate in twelve moves"
Suleiman Pashas looks grew dark
the smile died on his lips. A change
had as suddenly overcast the features of
Reshid Aga; almost beside himself, he
jumped on seat to follow the game
from more elevated point, while the
spectators, barely daring to draw breath,
counted the moves as they followed
each other.
With masterly skill White now led his
force into the field, encircling the hos
tile King in powerful grasp and keep
ing him within an iron ring. At the
tenth move the Pasha tried to break
through the blockade by sacrificing his
Queen, but in vain. White declined to
accept the sacrifice, and moved his
Knight with "Check to the King.
Eleventh move! The spectators, whose
excitement had nearly reached fever,
heat, now saw that their Pasha, never
before vanquished, would be checkmated
, the next move. Suleiman's King was
compelled to withdraw into corner
and with the twelfth move, as he
had predicted, the stranger pronounced
: ''Checkmate"
A murmur of admiration was heard
from the spectators, while the Pasha sa
: there with bent head, as if trying t.
search in his memory, when suddenly
as if a thought had flashed upon him, h'
J turned upon the stranger. ''Once al
: ready in my life," he said, ST have seel
! chess played in the manner in whicl
: thou hast played to-day. Thy masterl,
moves are not unknown to me, but wa
:, unable to resist them. The game, how
y ever, which was then played before m,
: eyes was great deal more beautiful
even than to-daY's. Guns of the heavies
: caliber represented the Castles, flee
= cavalry were the Knights, and in plac
. of the Pawns well-armed infantr,
. formed the vanguard. And when tn
guns on the one side thundere
!" , their Check to the other, tn
L ground beneath our feet seemed t
shake, as if burning lava was throw
3 from volcano. At that time we stoo
opposed to an army of one hundred an
fifty thousand men, terrible number
which, led by the genius of a sing1
. man, threatened to crush us completely
= And this man whose genius made oU
! II Il +oIx fO nd
= it was impossible to Withstand, was
!" son of the cold North. 1t was only
=, the recklessness of Hafz Pasha, th
Turkish commander-in-chief, who envie
~ the youthful genius his brilliant su
=: y cess, and who, though fully warnet
= wildly pursued the Egyptians, that v
u owed the victory of Nisib, which othe
. wise we never should have gained"
2 The Pasha stopped, and casting
- long and penetrating look on his adve
- sary suddenly, cried out enthusiast
; ally: stranger, thy incompatible pla
of to-day recalls to my memory aires
- the game of chess at Nisib and it's ski
a full player. Only one man can play lii
that, and that man is-Colonel Moltke
a ''Thou hast hit it, Pasha," the stral
a ger calmly replied. my name
Moltke.''
h This indeed was Count Won Moltke
in alive still, and with the reputation
r. the greatest soldier in Europe. Viii
ID young man he went to the East, al
was in the service of Sultan MahmoI
re from 1885 to 1889. He was present
Z the battle of Nisib, when, as abo'
said, the Turkish commander-in-chie
a. jealous of the great abilities of tt
$. young soldier, refused to follow Moltke
to advice, and so lost the battle.-Chal
re ber's Journal
to The Most wonderful kittens.