The Montgomery advertiser., 1908-05-31
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wonderful troop created by CnaEl9s DlcTs ems ss sydney CaEtos ten oh IA A 1sss s,,. tbor's one close approach Co the has- torical novel Even at 8 tlrne when the cities were % dreadfuliy worried ey ss erssSiy s ansi-picSsns. ni cs they feit com pelled to admit that the scenes of tho French Revolution unrolled in H were extraordinary from Enreiy . asseEsry .s.si,.sYy The novel is excellently constructed and should serve aA a model Of porrect poss to tn modern writer of historical No other novel by Dickens adheres SO closely to his original design or has @ excellent a plot.
 .Eightsen yearsg' said Mir. Lorry of Telison's Bank to himself, looking out over the English Chamnell Gracious creator of dayi To he buried alive for ejgh teen years"
 Old Mir. Lorry, very orderly and pre- else. dressed in the neatest and trinl- meat and most respectable of brown. as became the confidential man of the great London institution, was bound for France in this year of 1775 on strange errand.
 It led him fo a place in Paris where neither the gentlemen of his bank nor their clients might be expected to ap pear-the suburb of Saint Antoine. peo- pied with rags and nightcaps, cursed with ignorance and want. with hunEer xattiing It's dried bones over the rough, jagged stones of the alleys.
 Into this kennel went Mir. Lorry. leading slight. pretty girl with a quantity of golden hair and q pair of beautiful blue eyes that looked around in fear and pity Entering a wine shop, he asked for the proprietor, Mon- sieur DefRrge. A dark man, with good eyes and good. bold breadth between them. wu4 Monsieur Defarge 2 good humcred looking man on the whole. but implacabIA looking. too.
 Madame, his wife sat in the shop be- hind the counter. Madame had a wa8chful eya that ue8naad to look at nothing, a large hand, strong features Her knitting was before her. Madame looked upon the misery. the starvation, the deaths h the pit of saint Antoine and knttted. She iistensd ko the wntn- ing and screams of tha human animals under the iaaf of their noble masters and knitted. Spies caxne and went In Saint Antoine, for though 1t groveled de was suspected. She noted them with the composed eyes that seemed to note nothing and knitted.
 Once man said to her. "Yog work hard, Madame, W'haa do you maker Among other things" said Madame, ~ghrond9."'
 Stepping to the door with Monsieur Defarge Mir. Lorry said a few words n the dark entry Dsfarge bent sud- denly to one knee and put the giri's hand to his lips. Tt was a gentle ace tion; but dn that moment he became a secret angry. dangerous man.
 The three aScendsd the black stair eaae and DefarEe threw open door. MT. Lorry put his arm around the girl fts q wa1itehaired man sat on a bench. very busy making shoes.
 He did not look up. Defarge spoke co hdTn. He answered humbly. In q faint voice. What is your nasBe at last asked the keeper of the wine shop
 TOne Hundred and Five. North Tow- er. answered the wtite figure.
 ''Is that all
 '.one Hundred and, Five, North Tow. ar.
 The broken figure pathetically- turn cd back to its work. The girl sank taintins on a bench. Mir. Lorry looked h0pelessly at Defarge. The latter struck the wall with his hand and nut tered terrible curse. No other an- aver could have been half 60 fonefhle. Thus did Lucie Manette find her fa@ tner againr-her father who. as pr. Ma nette, rising young surgeon of Beau vais. had disappeared eighteen years
 
 could trace hlm. His wife died, worn out by her futile search and her de- spair. Then at last after eIgalteen years. as nysteriousiy as he had dis appeared, white, bent. piteous figure was liherated from ceil One Hundred and Five, North Tower. in the Bastile. and brought to Monsieur Defarge, who had been Dr. Manette's servant,
 Can you recognize him, Monsieur 7'' asked Defarge in a whisper. "So he was when they found me and demanded to know if l would take him any at my peril be discreet. So he Is novg.''
 So they took him to England, tragic figure, with scared blank wonder in it's face, reaching miserably with trem- bling hands for his shoemaker's tools as he sat In the coach. But now and then. as the hours passed. his eompan- Ions saw something come over him that was new. He looked at Lucie and at MT Lorry, who had been his dearest friend in the old days. and he would way.i
 On the trip across the Channel a young man, well-grown. waIi-iooking. with sun-burned cheek and a dark eye, offered them some little services. He introduced himself as Charles Dar- nay.
 Five years came and went Nursed by the daughter whom he had never seen till then. Dr. Manette slowly. slow. ly, but surely, won back his reason. Now and then. under his strangely white hair, his face assumed a pon- dertng, self-communing intensity and he looked as if he were very old; but when 1t was stirred and broke away. he became handsome. resoiuke man not beyond the prime of life. His mind was sharp and clear again. His raeFl- ory of the past had been restored. That he knew by what dark agency he had been buried alive, a guiltiess man charged with nothing, his friends per- ceived; but, by never word or sign did Dr. Manette divuige the secret
 Then there came day when Charles Darneyf In his turn was taken and hur. ried away, not to the Bastir1e but to the Tower of London, charged with be- ing a French spy. He had made many mysterious trips to France He ad- mitted that his name was an assumed one. but declined absolutely to say what affairs. had taken him back and forth SO much, saying that 1t was fam- fly business which he could not d.. vulge without harn1ing others.
 Lucie Manette was called by the Crown as a witness to prove one of these trips. The witnesses who fol- lowed, Roger ciy and John Barsad. two professional spies, tried to prove trea- sonable actions by the prisoner, but broke down completely Indeed, the case for the Crown was farcical, till e final witness was called who swore that he had seen Darney. in i775. eol-