Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-03-31
THE YELLOW DANGER
THE STORY OF THE WORLDS GREATEST WAR.
BY NJ. P. SHIEL..
Copyright. 1890. by r. F. Fenno Co.,

She continued her voyage. She stopped
at Amsterdam, at Boulogne. at Bordeaux,
at Genoa, at Constantinople, at Odessa, at
seventy-hye European ports. At each she
left two Cinnamon with needlepricks In
their forearms.
Wen, well. Brassey," said Hardy in the
Hirosaki cabin, his arm flung spasmodicai-
iy round the neck OF BraSsey. who had re-
manned with him. well. well, boy. / was
once-I was once-different from this
His arm dropped heavily. Then suddenly
he pushed BrasSey violently on the breast.
Go away-go away-sir." he cried.
And in an instant his arm dropped heav-
lily again, his chin on his breast.
He was no longer sane. His hand was
thicker than Itself withbrothers blood, His
final hour of darkness and tragedy was
hasting to meet his life. All his sky was an
ink OF clouds. Now again he tarried, cow
ering in Gethsemaue.
He no longer slept Now he roamed the
cabin Ike wild man; now he sat still and
ianguid, his head on his hands. his eyes
having In them the senility OF old peoples
livery five minutes he bent double in
paroxysms OF moist coughing. Always the
sailor, Brassey, was by him.
The Hirosah arrived at Dover on the
Friday evening at Z. A red brand of fever
was then on Hardys brow.
He was taken through the crowd in n
close carriage to the Lord Warden Hotel.
news was flashed abroad that he had
arrived, and ell the bells Of England glad
ly lifted and welcomed his coming. Hardy
could not hear them.
For him was neither 10y nor sleep Doc
tors were summoned. but Hardy would not
see them.
He threw himself on a bed, but rose
again and paced the chamber in shirt ana
trousers and socks to a late hour.
At IL there was ring. Brassey, who
was in an anteroom, received GARD at the
door from a servant but said there was TO
be no admittance OF any sort that night.
Hardy appeared suddenly at the inner
door of the anteroom; he said:
g. =
Brassey handed him the card and Hardy
looked at IL.
''Ha! ha! hal" he laughed at once. My
friend Edrapol! Ha! hal hal Edrapoi'
my old friend!"
He had wholly forgotten Edrapol,
Behind the ruins of St Marys Church.
northeast OF the town, at that morning.
they fought. :,
Here the strong, prone will of Hardy had
asserted itself He had insisted and could
not lie withstood by Brassey. Edraofs sec~'
ond was a sailor from the Hlrosaki.i
Hardy's was Brassey; and the WeapohS
used were Hirosaki swords japanese De-
sign.
full moon shone. Yonder on the foot.
path leading from the East Cliffs waits a.
carriage which has been coachmanned by,
Brassey.
1t is a barbarous duel. There is doc
tor there. Positively only four men are in
the secret.
They take place. sword in hand, stripped
TO their shirts The seconds take their,i
places, too. There are two Admiral Colomb'
Ship-lanterns.
This is a duel without venom on either!
side. In one mind there is the mere prone
desperation OF an hour of tragic gloom; in
the other a mere coxcombish pleasure at
finding once more sword In his hand ana
an antagonist before him.
Only two hearts throb as though they,
must burst the imprisoning bosom-th0
hearts of the seconds. The hearts of the
principals are cool, though Hardy 8 BODY,
burns with fever.
The moment comes. Hardy coughs Ed
rapol waits. Then the swords lift and
| cross.
And now ensues a three minutes con-
| test between the most exquisite conceivable
| science on the one side and the shrewdest.
quickest wit on the other.
Brlskly ply the complex. cleaning steels.
with feint and thrust and parry. in uerca
and quartz and staccado stab and hew-tol
the infinite surprice of Edrapol, who finds
here a man that can fight, and is glad.
He braces himself to the matter. EdrapoI.
He rises a la hauteur of his antagonist.
But rise as he may. the fame of great Ed
rapol is henceforth stained, and his sleeve
with q thin trickle of blood.
He flushes somewhat, Edrapol Is Il nee
essary, then, to couper court? He rises to a
still greater height. Among the long white
hairs of the famous man plays the night
wind.
Then there is the sudden All" andi
the limp failure, and the strongest contrast.
of red on white, and the sword clatteringI
to the ground. The steel OF Edrapol is n
Hardy's bosom.
The next morning Britain learned with
woe and terror that he was wounded. Hei
lay at the Lord Warden Hotel and wasi
unconscious; but as to the wound, 1t was
not dangerous. So ran the bulletins.
But by the next night he was tossing IN!
acute hyperpyrexia and was delrious. MISC
,lNnI low hod htirr az IN 10 eli in q Il.
most crazy scare, and about his apartment
waited two royal ladies. In one of the ante
rooms of the suite sat old Mason, stricken
to death, swaying his decrepit body from
side to side
HaIf-hourly bulletins were issued by the
royal physicians
At one time during the second night
Hardy seems to have gone back In imagi-
nation to the period of his tortures. utter
ing fearful screams and exhibiting signs Of
the most abject terror. But toward morn
ing he became calmer under the influence
of opiates.
About noon Miss Jays hand being then
firmly grpped in his he said quite cooily: =
"A good strong coffin of Harveyed nickel
steel dropped into the middle Of the cham
And there stopped Nor spoke again TIL
some three hours afterward, when, liftin8
up his right arm, he cried in a loud voice: .
by the Lord, 1 warn you, yen
After this the delirium appeared to leave
him. He sank into a quiet sleep, which, !
however. was made ominous by throat
rattle and the venous transparency OF his
far-sunken eyelids.
The nation waited on in a bitterness OF
suspense. humbling before the Almighty in
anguished prayer for his life, but for his
life > . D
But at in the evening the end came.
Hardy suddenly woke from his feeble slunl.
Der. jerked his body upright on the bed. as
IL an answer to some official summons and
roli-cail, screamed a sharp Here and
gasped and died.
His Calvary was not heroic-without
''vigor and rigor'
That the great man of England should
perish by the hand of an impossible, very
foreign professional duelist here was the
very irony of destiny. But SO IL was.
(To be concluded tomorrow