The Birmingham age-herald., 1908-05-31

pointing 10 the doctOr, 'nau peeH coh- fined in Cell One Hundred and Five, North Tower, in the Bastile. As l serve my gun that day of the attack on the accursed place. resolve to examine that cell. In the chimney I find hid den paper. Here it is.' In dead stiffness the paper was read.
 It was Dr. Manette's story, written by him in the agony of his tenth year in prison. when he felt his mind going from him.
 Tn it he told how he had been seized one night and carried away to attend two peasants-a girl who was dying in delirium and a boy who was dying from a sword thrust Before the boy died he oonfded to him that he had been run through by the brother Of the Marquis St. Evermonde because he tried to defend his sister whom the same nobleman had taken from her husband by force with the result that she went mad.
 After the two victims had died the nobleman tried to force a roll of gold on Dr. Manette, which he refused. He was taken back to his home where in a few days the wife of the Marquis called on him with her son, a pretty boy whom she called Charles.
 For his sake. doctor" she said pointing to the boy, T want to make what poor amends I can for the wick edness of my husbands brother. I be- lieve that there Is younger sister of the poor girl and I want to beg you to tell me where I can find her, that may do something to avert the wrath of heaven from a house that Is hateful to the suffering. What I have left of my own I shall make 1t the first charge of my boy here to bestow on that out ragged family"
 Unable to help her, as he knew no more about the victims than few words told him by the brother, the doc tor saw her drive away again in tears The next night he was lured from the house gagged and taken to the Bastile. of 1t had pleased God" ended the pa per, "to put it in the hard heart of eith- CT of the brothers, In all these frigh tful years, to grant me any tidings of my dearest wife, so much as to let me know by word whether alive or dead, I might have thought that He had not quite abandoned them. But now I be- lieve that they have no part in His mercies, and them and their descend ants, to the last of their race, I. Alex ander Manette, unhappy prisoner, do in my unbearable agony denounce to the time when all these things shall be
 answered for. I denounce them to heaven and to earth"
 A terrible sound arose when the reading of this document was done, a sound of craving and eagerness that had nothing articulate in it but blood. There was not head in the nation but must have dropped before 1t.
 Little need to show that the detested name of Evermonde had long been knitted into the fatal register kept by Mime. Defarge-that the mortally wounded peasant was her brother. that the sister for whom he was killed was her sister. that those dead were her dead, and that the summons to answer for those things descended to her.
 At every juryman's voice. as he an- nounced his verdict there was a roar. Unanimously voted! Back to the Con- ciergerie, and death within four-and- twenty hours!
 strong arm caught Lucie Manette as she fell. It was Sydney Cartons. His arm trembled as he raised her, yet there was an air about him that was not all of pity, but had flush of pride in 1t.
 He had arrived late the night before, to the great surprise of 4dr. Lorry, to see if he could be of use. Now he re- turned to the lodgings with Lucie and her father, who was prostrated by the fearful complication, which robbed him in one terrible moment of the great in fiuence he had owned. It was but too clear that he could not save Darnay again.
 'Listen," said Sydney Carton to MT. Lorry. "Dr. Manette has his passport made out for himself his daughter and their child. Now, Mir Lorry here is mine made out to Sydney Carton. Eng lishman. permitting me to leave Paris at any time. Take this and keep 1t for me until tomorrow. Early tomorrow morning have your horses ready, so that you san start with them for the coast at moments notice. Quietly and stealthily have all these arrange ments made, even to the taking of your seats in the carriage The moment I come to you drive away. Promise me solemnly that nothing shall influence you to alter this course in the slight est"
 Sydney Carton walked forth. In an obscure chemists shop he bought two powders. You know the consequence of mixing these, citizen?" asked the ch enlist. "Be careful to keep them separate"
 Then he walked boldly to the quarter of Saint Antoine and entered the wine shop of Defarge. He asked in very in- different French for a glass of wine. Madame looked at him, carelessly at first. then keenly. At last she ad- vanced to him herself and brought him what he had ordered.
 English? asked Madame.
 "Yes, madame" answered he, in his former strong accent, hesitating as if even a single French word were slow to express itself.
 When she returned to the counter he heard her say: "I swear to you, like Evermonde"
 Having sat still, under pretense of slowly spelling his way through the paper. till Madames husband and tn cir capped lieutenants and her own fierce female lieutenants had in turn stared at him, he arose and bade them good evening.
 As soon as he was out of sight he walked swiftly to place where he met a man with whom Charles Darnay had