Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1891-04-18

Il always observed that their pride |
bitterly resented the younger brothers.
Gas | call him) having crossed swords
with peasant, and that peasant boy.
The only consideration that appeared
to affect the mind of either of them was
the consideration that this was highly
degrading to the family, and was ridicu- |
lous. As often as l caught the younger
brothers eyes, their expression remind
ed me that he disliked me deeply for
Knowing what | knew from the boy. |
lie was smoother and more polite to me
than the elder, but saw this, also saw
that was an incumbrance in the mind
OF the elder, too.
MY patient died two hours before
midnight-at a time, by nv watch.
answering almost to the minute when |
had fist seen her. | was alone with
her, when her forlorn young head
dropped gently on one side, and all Ler
earthly wrongs and sorrows ended.
The brothers were waiting in a room
down stairs, impatient to ride away. Il
had heard them, alone at the bedside,
striking their boots with their riding
whips, and lettering up and down.
"'At last she is dead?' said the elder,
when l went in.
She is deau,' said l.
81 congratulate you, my BROTHER
were his words, as he turned round.
'He had before offered me money,
which had postponed taking. He now
gave me a rouleau of gold. | took it
from his hand, but laid it on the table,
had considered the question, and had
resolved to accept nothing Pray ex-
cuse me- said l Under the circum
stances, no.
"They exchanged looks, but bent their
heads to me as bent mine to them, and
we parted without another word on
either side. X X
L am weary, weary, weary-wOrn
down by misery. l cannot read what
have written with this gaunt hand.
Early in the morning the rouleau
Of gold was left at my door in a little
box, with my name on the outside
From the first l had anxiously consid-
cred what | ought to do. l decided, that
day, to write privately to the minister
stating the nature of the two cases
to which l had been summoned,
and the place to which | had gone; in
fact, stating all the circumstances. |
knew what court influence was, and
what the immunities of the mobiles were,
and [ expected that the matter would
never be heard of; but | wished to re-
lieve my own mind. | had kept the
matter a profound secret, even from my
wife; and this, too, | resolved to state
in my letter. l had no apprehension
whatever of my real danger, but was
conscious that there might be danger
for others, if others were compromised
by possessing the knowledge that [ pos
sessed
81 was much engaged that day, and
could not complete my letter that night.
l rose long before my usual time next
morning to finish it. 1t was the last day
of the year.
"That night, the last night of the
year, toward nine O'Clock, a ma. ii a
black dress rang at my gate, demanded
to see me, and softly followed my ser
want, Ernest Defarge, youth, up
stairs. When my servant came into the
room where I sat with my wife-O, my
wife, beloved of my heart My fair
young English wife we saw the man,
who was supposed to be at the gate,
standing silent behind him.
AN urgent case in the Rue st. Hon
ore,' he said. 1t would not detain me,
he had coach in waiting.
cit brought me here, it brought me
to my grave. When was clear of the
house black muller was drawn tightly
over my mouth from behind, and my
arms we're pinioned. The two brothers
crossed the road from a dark corner, and
identified me with single gesture. The
marquis took from his pocket the letter
| had written, showed it to .me, burned
it in the light of a lantern that was
held, and extinguished the ashes with
his foot. Not word was spoken. |
was brought here, was brought to my
living grave.
eff it had pleased God to put it in the
! hard heart of either of the brothers, in
all these frightfuI years, to grant me
any tidings Of my dearest wife-so much
as to let me know by a word whether
alive or dead might have thought
that he had not quite abandoned them.
But now l believe that the mark of the
red cross is fatal to them, and that they
have no part in His mercies. And
they and their descendants, to the last
Of their race, l, Alexander Manette, I'M
happy prisoner, do this last night OF the
year 1867, in my unbearable agony, de-
nounce to the times when all these
things shall be answered for. L de-
nounce them to heaven and EARTH"
At it Again.