Saying this, the stranger put fifty guineas into his Grace's
hand, and retired, adding--'I shall play no more to-day.'
The prelate was delighted; though he could not tell what to make
of this extraordinary man. The guineas were all good; and the
archbishop applied them to the use of the poor, as he had been
The archbishop, on his return, stopped at the same town, and
could not help going in search of the chess-player, whom he found
engaged as before, when the following dialogue ensued:--
Abp. 'How has the chance stood since we met before?'
Str. 'Sometimes for me--sometimes against me. I have lost and
Abp. 'Are you at play now?'
Str. 'Yes, sir. We have played several games to-day.'
Abp. 'Who wins?'
Str. 'The advantage is on my side. The game is just over. I
have a fine stroke--check-mate-- there it is.'
Abp. 'How much have you won?'
Str. 'Five hundred guineas.'
Abp. 'That is a large sum. How are you to he paid?'
Str. 'God always sends some good rich man when I win, and YOU
are the person. He is remarkably punctual on these occasions.'