The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1904-10-22
NEW hooks.
Something 10 Stir the Blood.

Something TO Stir the Blood.
We confess to having read with some
thing very like avidity Mr.. +. Phillips OPP
penheim's story OF "The Betrayal" (Dodd,
Mead a Coz. Here at the start was young
Ducaine, starved, disappointed and miser-
able, battling his way home in the storm.
A wretched home, without heat or light,
or anything TO eat. To be sure, Miss Blanche
Moyat had invited him to supper, but she
was obviously setting her cap for him, and
he was not selling himself for ham and
eggs and tea much al he needed the same.
He reports in vivid fashion the tempest
that was abroad, and adds
Through 1t all battled my way. hatless,
soaked to the skin, yet finding certain
wild pleasure In the storm. BY the time
/ had reached my little dwelling was ex-
hausted. My hair and clothes were in wild
disorder, my boots we're like pulp upon my
feet. My remaining strength was expended
in closing the door. The fire was out, the
place struck colds ] staggered toward the
easy chair, but the floor seemed suddenly
to heave beneath my feet. was conscious
OF the fact that for two days had had little
to eat, and that my larder was empty. My
limbs were giving way, mist was before
my eyes and the roar Of the sea seemed to
be In my ears, even in my brain. My hands
went out like blind mans, and | suppose
broke my fall. There was rest, at least
In the unconsciousness which came down
Hike black pail upon my SENSES
In this dire TX the heroine found him.
She came in devil wagon along with that
remarkable character Col Mostyn Ray.
We should not have liked to engage in a
controversy with Col Ray. He was a
giant with "the blacklist and heaviest eye
brows" Ducaine had ever seen. Lady
Angela, the heroine. smiled as she laid her
hand on Ducaines shoulder. Pleasant
things proceeded to happen. That I'M
happy and happy young man reports:
Il heard them rummaging about in my
back room and soon heard the chopping
Of sticks Presently heard the cracking
OF flames, and knew that fire had been
lit. A dreamy, partial Inconsistencies,
destitute Of all pain, and not in itself I'M
pleasant, stole over me. l felt my boots
cut from my feet. Some of my outer gar
ments were removed. The Colonel got
out his flask and called for spoon. @She
brought him one directly. He stopped
down and felt the metal strike my teeth.
The brandy seemed to set all my blood
flowing once more warmly in my veins.
The heat OF the fire, too, was delicious
And then the strangest thing Of all hap
pened. opened my eyes. My chair was
drawn sideways to the fire and immedi-
ately facing the window. The first thing
that I saw was this. Pressed against it,
peering into the room, was the white face
OF man, an entire stranger to me-"
tfl, pnt hny RI 10 rlx
remarkable. Might not, but, in fact, it was
Ducaine proceeds: "They both hurried to
my side. / was sitting up in my chair
pointing, my eyes fixed with surprise.
do not know even now why the incident
should SO much have alarmed me, but it is
Q fact that for the moment l was palsed
with fear. There had been murder in the
mans eyes. loathsome things in his white,
unkempt face. My tongue Glove to the
roof Of my mouth. They gave me some
more brandy"
Col. Mostyn Ray went out presently and
killed the interloper. He did it with his
bare hands and with a GOODNESS that befitted
Q man Of his appearance and size. Who
the interloper was and why the Colonel
killed him Is the opening mystery In story
that comes speedily to be crowded with
mysteries. lncy leu tne neT dHu etoChtu
his larder with delicacies, including cham
payne. In due time he became secretary
to the Board of National Defence. a board
whose business it was to Illustrate the mach
nations Of the French. II we tried to tell
the plot we should have our hands full.
The hero, after he had been resuscitated,
ventured to remark to Col. Mostyn Ray
that the Colonel had spoken of his father.
At this point Ducaine's story proceeds:
'The look he threw upon me was little
short Of terrible. 'Ay,' he answered, I
have spoken of him. Let me tell you this.
young man. II believed that you were
creature OF his breed, if believed that a
drop OF his black blood ran in your veins,
/ would take you by the neck now and throw
you into the nearest creek where the water
was deep enough to drown / rose to my
feet, trembling. II those are your feel
ings, sir declared, I have no wish to
claim your kindness sit down, boy
he answered coldly. I have no fear of
you. Nature does not play lis so evil a