The Adopted Daughter
carved legs beneath, a sort of shelf raised a little from the floor. In her glance, swift and fearful, she directed my uncle's attention to this board.
It was a long piece of veneered mahogany, making a shelf down the whole length of the table. On it my uncle saw a big folded cloth of squares white and black, and a set of huge ivory chess-men. The cloth was made to spread across the top of the table, and the chess-men were of unusual size in proportion to the squares; the round knobs on the heads of the pawns were as big as marbles. Beside these things was a rosewood box for dueling-pistols, after the fashion of the time.
My uncle stooped over, took up these articles and set them on the table.
"And so, Flornoy," he said, "you played at chess with your brother Sheppard."
The man turned swiftly; then he paused and drank his glass of liquor.
"I entertained my brother," he said, "as I could; there is no coffee-house to enter, nor any dancing women to please the eye, in the mountains of Virginia."
"For what stake?" said my uncle.
"I have forgotten, Abner," replied the man, "—some trifle."
"And who won?" said my uncle.
"I won," replied the man. He spoke promptly.
"You won," said my uncle, "and you remember
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