The Birmingham age-herald., 1908-05-31
( <<TIGHTBEN yearsn' said Mir. LOT ry of Tellson's bank to himself,
 A@ looking out over the English

 channel, Gracious creator of day! 70 be buried alive for IS years!"
 old MT Lorry. very orderly and pre- else dressed in the neatest and trimmest and most respectable of brown, as be- came the confidential man of the great London institution, was bound for France in this year of 1775 on strange errand.
 It led him to 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, pep pied with rags and night nightcaps, cursed with ignorance and want, with hunger rattling it's dry bones over the rough, jagged stones of the alleys.
 Into this kennel went MT. Lorry, lead Ing a slight pretty girl with a quantity of golden hair and a pair of beautiful blue eyes that looked around in fear and .pity. Entering a wine shop he asked fos the proprietor Monsieur Defarge. A dark man. with good eyes and a good, bold breadth between them was Monsieur De- large; a good humored looking on the whole but unplacable looking, too.
 Madame his wife, sat in the shop be- hind the counter. Madame had a watch full eye that seemed 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 knitted. She listened to the winnings and screams of the human animals under the lash of their noble masters-and knitted. Spies came and went in Saint Antoine, for though il Froveled it was suspected She noted them with the composed eyes which seemed to note nothing-and knitted
 Once a man said to her: You work hard Madame. What do you maker"
 Among other things" said Madame. ''shrouds."
 Stepping to the door with Monsieur De- large, MT, Lorry said a few words. In the dark entry Defarge bent suddenly to one knee and put the girls head to his lips. It was a gentle action; but in that fmoment he became a secret, angry dan gerous man.
 The three aseended the black staircase and Defarge threw open door MT. LOT ny put this arm around the girl Tears started in his eyes. In the gloom white shaired man. sat on a bench. very busy making shoes.
 He did not look up Defarge spoke to him. He answered humbly in a faint voice. What is your name?" at last asked the keeper of the wine shop.
 "one Hundred and Five, North Tower. , answered the white figure.
 "Is that all?"
 "One Hundred and Five, North Tower" r-b I back to it's work. The girl sank fainting on bench. MT. Lorry looked hopelessly at Defarge. The latter struck the wall with his hand and muttered a terrible curse No other answer could have been half so forcble.
 Thus did Lucie Manette find her father sagain-her father who Dr. Manet+e, rising young surgeon of Beauvais, had disappeared IS years before, when she Twas a baby. No art could trace him. His wife died, worn out by her futile search and her despair. Then at last, after IS years as mysteriously as he had dsap- peared white bent, piteous figure was f1iberated from cell One Hundred and Five, North Tower, in the Bastille, and brought to Monsieur Defarge, who had been Dr. Manette's servant.
 Gan you recognize him, Monsieur?' asked Defarge in whisper. "So he was when they found me and demanded to know if I would take him and at my peril be discreet. So he is now.'
 So they took him to England, a tragic figure, with a scared, blank wonder in its 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 companions saw something come over him that was new He looked at Lucie and al MT Lorry who had been his dearest friend in the old days. and he would put his hands to his head in a wild. lost way.
 On the trip across the Channel young man. well-grown. well-looking, with a sun-burned cheek and dark eye, offered them some little services. He introduced himself as Charles Darnay.
 Five years came and went. Nursed by the daughter whom he had never seen till then, Dr. Manette slowly, slowly, but surely, won back his reason. Now and then under his strangely white hair, his face assumed a ponderng, self-commun- ing intensity, and he looked as if he were very old; but when he was stirred and broke away, he became handsome res olute man not beyond the prime of life. His mind was sharp and clear again. His memory of the past had been restored. That he knew by what dark agency ne had been buried alive, a gultless man charge with nothing, his friends per- ceived; but by never a, word or sign did Dr. Manette dlvulge the secret.
 Then there came a day when Charles Darnay In his turn taken and hur- ried away, not to the Bastille, but to the Tower of London, charged with being a French spy. He had made many myste- rious trips to France. He admitted that his name was an assumed one, but de- clined absolutely to say what affairs had taken him back and forth so much say- ing that 1t was family business which he could not divuge without harming others.
 Lucie Manette was called by the Crown ni Q witness to prove one of these trips. The witnesses who followed, Roger Cly Ind John Barsad, two professional spies. kried to prove reasonable actions by the