PART VI.
VILLAGE CRONIES: A GAME OF CHECKERS AT THE GROCERY The village life abounds with jokers, Shiftless, conscienceless and shrewd.
SOME VILLAGE CRONIES.
Colonel Peavy had just begun the rubber with Squire Gordon, of Cerro Gordo County.

They were seated in Robie's grocery, behind the rusty old cannon stove, the checkerboard spread out on their knees.

The Colonel was grinning in great glee, wringing his bony yellow hands in nervous excitement, in strong contrast to the stolid calm of the fat Squire.
The Colonel had won the last game by a large margin, and was sure he had his opponent's dodges well in hand.

It was early in the evening, and the grocery was comparatively empty.

Robie was figuring at a desk, and old Judge Brown stood in legal gravity warming his legs at the red-hot stove, and swaying gently back and forth in speechless content.