The Wahpeton times., 1904-04-01
4 CANE Of CHESS. S.


II I - hss. may Jet win an.
,aehee."
"Not .t Jour rate Of playing, sir.
3eu vcu0 have to advance pawn"
Pasdon. Hiss Cheswick, but do
0aay the game % badly. The loss is
mine. I would play better II / could.
Teach me how, Nfis Cheswick."
II will guide you through this one
move; but fear you do not attend to
ny instructions. My bishop may be
removed by your knight which, how.
over, is at once sacrificed to my rock,
which commands that square, If I
choose to take him ill.,"
'Thank you. take your bishop,
then, and offer you this knight, emblem
Of myself"
Il am not obliged to take him"
mo; but hope you will not reject
him"
A short pause, while til dark, rich
lace Of the young lady bends studious-
y over the glittering board. of mother
of-pearl and pink cornelian. while the
pallid, russet-bearded face of the gen.
ueman quivers and wakes palerXet.
Not obliged to take him." murmurs
the slady again, her white hand hover
Ing over the minnie field Of war. In
fact, If do, you viii win the game, in
spite OF all your bad play, So
whispers her aay.Isary.
Miss Choou,icI,Sc l,,,.S .,,.,..> T.. 80. 49,.
rook, and twirling it unGecidedly she
and questioning to Mr.. Stanley's.
Are you so very :D:::vr,s to win a
game Of chess?" asks she.
He looks at her silently. That .swhite
nush," as the poet has aptly called 1t,
is drifting over his countenance. In
his eyes there is look which no
woman can misunderstood.
This is but the emblem of another"
he says, at last, in a low, but intensely
passionate, tone.
The lady drops her eyes and ponders.
Her gay smile has faded; there is a
troubled frown family carved upon her
smooth brow.
I'VE will consider this a drawn
game" she says, very quietly: land
instead OF playing another, I will, if
you choose, tell you stor;. It viii
amuse and-and Instruct You,
Pale and hopeless. Mr.. Stanley leans
Upon the shining chcss-tuhle with his
eyes half-shaded by his hand.
With d quick glance at his dclreted
attitude, and deepening Of the trou.
bled frown, the lady speaks.
Have you ever been at Baden Ba-
ttNy,
not! Do you Remember Die Hohe
Felsen,' and sDas Alte Sclloss,' on the
side Of the hill, and ;low the road
winds down into the valley through
the Black Forest, with the lovely vii
lage lying beneath?
Some years ago I Was spending a
few months at Baden With my mother"
she glances ut her black garments
With heavy sish-'who was ordered
there to drink tie waters. One after
noon we had driven up to the 'Alte
Schloss,' and while my mother rested
there climbed up above to see the
'Hohe Felsen.' You know they are
within ten minutes walk of the castle,
and l never dreamed of danger. How
ever, was imprudent. 1t was so early
in the season that the forest was not
sWarning with tourists and pleasure
parties-in fact, it seemed quite de-
serted.
II 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 be-
fore could rise from the sort of niche
which had chosen. two rough-looking
Frenchmen flung themselves upon the
moss within six feet of me, and, all una
ware of my presence, began to discuss
q plot which caused me to tremble with
horror.
1T appeared from their conversation
that certain baron was becoming eel
ebrated In the KNrsasl soz his unpre.
cedented run Of luck at the gaming
tables-<hat. in fact, the bankers had
that day entreated him to seek some
other field wherein to pursue his sue
oesses, as they were well-nigh ruined:
that ne was. In consequence, going to
leave Baden Baden, and should drive
through the Black Forest on his way to
Freiburg, starting at midnight.
The plan Of the two robbers-for
10 my terror discovered them to bs
nothing else-was to waylay the baron's
carriage near the 'Alte Schloss.' de.
mand his money, and, II he resisted. to
>>Ss>'>s' VI.
descending after the wreck, help them.
selves to the plunder. 1t was not with.
out much wrangling. however, that
they finally agreel upon this fiendish
course OF action, aud. meantime, I
crouched in luy nook. quaking lest they
should discover the, while the sun sank
low, and the music from the Converse.
t1onla'ls Gardens stole M on the
breeze. warning me ti,at it was time
for mother to l"' at the 'Trinkhalle' for
her draught Of water. and that she
must even now he in state of great
disluic;usls concerning my long alb
sence.
Il think 1 have told YOU that nv
mother died OF lcart-dise;lse. and that
for years before her death. our great
aim was to preserve her from every
mental shock. Imagine, then. my ex.
treme anxiety 70 return To her, and 10
return safely.
so urgent Gid this necessity become,
that at length rose. determined 10
slip away so softly that they should