The Birmingham age-herald. [volume] (Birmingham, Ala.) 1902-1950, 1902-07-27

end there round the country. OF course,
your friend here" he won't on, smilin'
sociable at bes, he'll take 1t all in good
part eff l should happen to lead him a
little-jest as I'd do he says, ''ef 1t wuz
possible fer him to lead me-"
IVES" says !, has warmed the wax
in the yeers of some mighty good checker
players" says l. as he squared The board
around still a-whistlin' to hissc Like, as
the stranger TUX his place a-smilin-like
Move" says Yves.
faruesyi vaolcpa,'
No" says the Teller, with a polite
flourish of his hands, the first move
shall be your n" And, By jucksl fer all
he wouldn't take even the advantage of
starter. he axed it to ives the fust
game In less'n fifteen minutes.
Right shore you've give me your best
player?" he says smilin round at the
crowd, as Yves set squarin' the board
fer another game and whistlin' as on
commemorative as eff nothin' had happen
ed moren ordinary.
"S your move" says Yves, a-squirtin'
| out into the game bout forty foot from
shore and a-whistlin purt nigh in a
whisper.
| Well-sir, it 'peared-like the Teller rally
| didn't try to play; and you could see, too.
at Yves knowed he'd about met his
match, and played accordin'. He didn't
make no move at all at he didn't give
keerful thought to; wbilse the feller-l
| well. as l was sayin 1t jest 'peared-like
| Checkers wuz child's-play fer himi Putt
in most o. the time long through the
| game a-sayin things callxilated to kindo
| bore a ordinary man. But Yves helt his
SET purity level and didn't show nc signs,
| and KEEP up his whistlin', mighty we'll
| considerin' reckon you play the .lddle toe
as well as Checkers?" says the fellel
sx.f n
the little end of the second game ano
went on a-fixin' fer the next round
IS my novel" says Yves, thought
seemin' to notice the feler's tantalizin
words whatsomever.
"'I.! this time" thinks 1, MIR. Smarty
from the metrolopin deestricts you're
liable to git waxed-shore!' But the fel-
Ter didn't pear to thing so at all, and
played right ahead as glib-like and keer-
less as eyer-'casion'ly a-throwin' IN
| them sarcastic remarks o. his'n,-'bout
| bein' ''slow and shore" bout things In
| gineral-"L Liked to see that" he said -
Liked to see fellers do things with
| plenty o. elaboration. and even eff a fell
| Ter wuzn't much of a checker-play er,
| then tend his own funeral" he says
and march in the p'sesson-to his own
music" says he.-And Jest then his re-
marks wuz brung to a close by Yves a.
| jumpin' two men, and a-lightfn' square
| In the king-row
Grown that" says Yves, a-droppin
back into his old tune. And fer the res,
othat game Yves helt the feler purity
level, but had to finally knock under-bu,
by jest the clos test kind o. shave O.
winnin
They amt much use" says the Teller
20 keepin' this thing up-'less l coulo
manage some way er other, to git beat
onc't n a whiei'
"Morce." says \, es, a-drappin' back in
to the same old whistle and a-settlin
there.
" Music has charms as the Good
Book tells u.s. says the Teller kindo
nervous-like, and a-roachn' his hail
back as eff some sort o. p'tracted head
ache wuz a-settin in.
Never wuz 'skunked,' wuz YER says
Yves, kindo student-hke. with a fur-on