The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1894-01-04
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... IF lose her,
may yet win another"
MOT at your rate of playing, sir.
You would have to advance
PAWN
pardon, Miss Cheswick, but do I
play the game SO badly? The loss is
mine. would play better if I could.
Teach me how Miss Cheswicl1"
81 will guide 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 to my rock,
(which commands, that square, if I
choose to take him.
''Thanl> you. I take your bishop,
then, and offer you this knight, en-
'blem of myself"
II am not obliged to take him.
mo; but hope you will not reject
him."
A short pause, while the dark, rich
face of the young lady bends stu
diously over the GATHERING board of
mother of pearl and pink comedian,
while the pallid. russell bearded face
of the gentleman qulvers and wakes
paler yet.
Not obliged to take him." murmurs
the lady again, her white hand hover
ing over the mimic field of war. "In
fact, it do, you will win the game,
in spite of all your bad play, So"
Take him--pray, pray do!' almost
whispers her adversary.
Miss Cheswick's hand descends on
her rock, and twirling it undoubtedly,
she lifts her eyes with look of sur
prise and questioning to Mr.. Stanley's.
Are you so very anxious to win a
game of chess?" she asks.
He looks at her silently. That
''white flush," as the poet las aptly
called it, IS drifting over his coun-
tenance. In his eyes there is look
which no woman can misunderstood.
''This is but the EN- blem of another"
be says, at last in a low, but intensely
passionate tone.
The lady drops her eyes and pen
ders. Her gay smile has faded there
is troubled frown family carved
upon her smooth brow.
I'VE will consider this drawn
game she says, very quietly; land in
stead of playing another. will, if
you choose, tell you story. 1t will
amuse and-and instruct YOU"
Pale and hopeless Mr.. Stanley leans
upon the shining chess-table with his
eyes half-shaded by his hand.
With quick glance at his detected
attitude, and a deepening of the
troub led frown, the lady speaks.
"Have you 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, and how the road
winds down into the valley through
the Black Forest, with the lovely vii.
lage lying beneath?
sSOme years ago l was spending a
few months at Baden with my mother
she chances at her black garments
with a heavy sigh--''who was ordered
there to drink the waters. One after
noon we had driven up to the 'Alte
Schloss,' and while my mother rested
there l climbed up above to see the
'Hohe Felsen.' You know they are
within ten minutes walk of the castle,
and | never dreamed of danger. How
ever, L was imprudent 1t was so
early in the season that the forest was
not swarining. 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. 1t
was not long before | heard voices,
and before | could rise from the sort
rough-looking Frenchmen flung them
selves upon the mess within six feet
of me, and. all unaware of my pres
ence, began TO discuss a plot which
caused me to tremb e with horror.
at appeared from their conversa-
ton that a certain baron was becom-
ing celebrated in the Kursaal for his
unprecedented run Of luck at the
gaming Ia bles-that, in fact, the bank
ers had that day entreated him to
seek some other field wherein to pur-
sue his success, as they.were well-nigh
ruined; that he was, in consequence,
going to- leave Baden Baden, and
should drive through the Black Fores
on his way to Freiburg, starting al
midnight.
1.-The plan of the two robbers-for
to my terror l discovered them to be
nothing else-was to waylay the
barons carriage near the 'Alte
schloss,' demand his money, and, il
he resisted, to back the horses over
the precipice, and, descending afte,
the wreck. help themselves to the
plumber 1t was not without much
wrangling, however, that they finally
agreed upon this tiendish. course OF
action, and meantime, l crouched in
my nook, quakinS lest they should
and the music from the Converse.
tlonhaus Gardens stole uron the
b. eeze, warning me that it was time
for mother to be at the 'Trinkhalle
for her draught of water. and tina
she must even now be n state OF
great disquielude concerning my long
absence.
II think | have told you that nv
mother died of heart-disease, AID tina,
for years before her death, our great
aim was to preserve her from every
mental shock. Imagine, then, my ex-
stre.-.e anxiety to return to her, and to
return safely.
$50 urgent did this necessity be-
come, that at length l rose, deter
mined to slip away SO softly that they
should not perceive me. I had not
gone many PAGES, however. until an
angry exclamation from one of them
warned me that I was discovered. !
rushed down the path at the top OF
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