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

look in them big white eyes o. his-and
then a-whistlin right on, 'sef he hadn't
said nothin'.
mot muchi" says the Teller, sorto
s'prised-like, as eff such a idy as that
had never struck him afor Never was
'skunked' myself; but I've saw fellers in
my time at wuz" says he.
But from that time on I noticed the
Teller 'peared to play more keerful, and
rally launched into the game with some
pin like interest. Yves he seemed to be
jest a-limberin' -up-like; and-sir, blame
me! If he didn't walk the fellers log fer
, him that time, 'thout no 'pearent trouble
at all
And, now" says Yves. all quiet-like
a-squarin the board fer another -
we're kindo' gittin' at things right.
Move" And away went that little I'M
concerned whistle o. his ag'in, and Mr..
Cityman Jest gittin white and sweaty
| too-he wuz so nervous. Ner he didn t
| pear to find much to laugh at in the next
| game-ner the next two games nuther.
Things wuz a-gettin' mighty interestin'
bout them times, and guess the Teller
wuz ser ous-like a-walxin' up to the SOL
EN- fact at 1t TUX bout all his snare
time to keep up his end o. the row, and
even that state O. pore satisfaction wuz
a-creepin furder and furder away from
Whilse es jest 'peared to git more DELHI
| er't and certain ever game; and that
unendin' se'f-satisfied and comfortin, lit
tie whistle o'his never drapped a stitch,
but toed out ever gene alke,-to rds
the last. and, fer the most part, disas-
| terss to the Teller at had started in with
SIGH confidence and actchui promise.
| don't you know.
| Well-sir, the Teller stuck the whole
| forenoon out, and then the afternoon:
and then knuckled down to it way into
| the night-yes, and plum midnight!-And
| he buckled into the thing bright and
airly the next morning. And-sir, fer two
long days and nights, a-hardly a-stoppin'
long enough to eat, the Teller stuck 1t
out.-and Yves Attest a-warpin' it to him
hand-over-f1st, and leavin' him furder
behind ever gamei-till finally, lords
| the last. the Teller got so blame-don
| worked up and excited-like, he jes' pear
actchully purt' nigh plum crazy and his
turical as a womani
| 1t wuz a-gettin late into the shank of
| the second day and the boys he'd lest lit
a candle fer EN- to finish out one of the
| clostest games the feller'd played Yves
| fer some time. But Yves wuz lest as
cool and cam as ever, and still a-whist-
lin consolin hissef-liSe, whilse the fell
Ter jest 'peared wore out and ready to
| drap right in his tracks any minute.
| Durn your he snarled out at Yves.
haint you never goern to mover And
there set Yves, a-balancin checker-man
above the board. a-studyin' whur to ser
It, and a-flllin' in the time with that-air
| whistle.
| "Flamesand flashesl' says the Teller
| agin will you ever stop that death-se-
| ducin' tune O. your'n long enough "a
| move?'-And as Yves deliber'tly set his
| man down whur the Teller see he'd had
| to jump 1t and lose two men and a king
Yves wuz a-singin', low and sad-like, as
| eff all to hissef
20 wen move that man, and leave him
| there
Fer the love OF B-a-r-b-bry Al-len!'
Well-sir the Teller jest jumped to his
feet, upset the board, and tore out of the
shop stak-starin crazy-blame eff he
| wuzn't-'cause some of us putt out after
him and overlook him way beyent tn