The farmer and mechanic. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 18??-19??, 1911-12-19

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Take up the pen and finish" SAID
Carton. Hurry! Hurry
Again his hand stole softly and
watchfully down. He dictated a few
more words, his hand was at the
Oft into unintelligible signs,
Cartons hand stayed at Eyre
monde's nostrils. The prisoner
sprang up with a reproachful look.
but the hand was firm and close.
Within a minute he was stretched
senseleSs on the ground.
With desperate Swiftness, yet with
hands true and steady, losing not a
second, Carton exchanged clothes with
Evremonde, even to the hair ribbons.
Then he called softly: Enter there,
Come in" The spy presented himself.
You see?" said Carton. Now get
me-him-to the coach. l was weak
and faint when you brought me in.
The parting interview has o~verpow-
cred me. Your life is in your own
hands! Quick, Call assistance.
Take him yourself to Mr.. Lorry. tell
him yourself to give him no restora-
tive but air, and to remember my
words of last night, and his promise
Of last night, and to drive away"
$50 afflicted to find that his friend
has drawn a prize in the lottery OF
Sainte GuillOtine?" said one of tho
men with whom the spy returned.
They picked up the unconscious fig
ure and carried it away.
Left alone, Carton listened with
beating heart for n sound that
might denote suspicion or discovery.
None came. But presently there came
sounds that he did not fear, for he
knew what they meant. Cell doors
were being opened in succession, and
finally his own, and a keeper looked
IN a Nd n~1oro1 him ~ falINu-
He was led into d large dark room.
darkened still more by the dark win
ter's day that was drawing to its
early close. There were many fig
ures in the shadows, some pacing
restlessly, some weeping and some
door opened and more came in.
Fifty-twO were to die that afternoon.
Suddenly, he was frightened with
fear Of discovery. A young woman
stepped up to him and said: "Citi-
zen Evremonde, l was with you in
La Force. I heard you were released.
I hoped it was true"
ct was" he answered. But [ was
taken again."
"If l should be put to ride with
YOU" said she, will you let me hold
your hand? 1t will give me more
courage"
The patient eyes were lifted to his
az GIN Ao "a AZ iA> NAShs
doubt, then establishment. He press
ed her cold fingers and touched his
lips.
Are you dying for him." she
whispered.
And his wife and children. Hush!
Yes!"
"Oh, you will let me hold your
brave hand, Stranger"
flush! Yes, my poor sister, to the
last"
1t is time. The prisoners ara
bound and led to the tumbrils. There
are six tumbrils. In the late after
Moons ghostly light they roll toward
the place Of execution.
The horsemen abreast of the third
tumbril often point out n man with
their swords. There is great curiosity
to know which is he. He stands at
bent down to converse with a young
girl and has her hand in his.
Here and there, cries are raised
against him. II they move him at
all. it is only to a quiet smile. as he
shakes his hair a little more loosely
touch it. his arms being tied in front
of him.
The ministers OF Sainte Guillotine
are robed and ready. The tumbrils
discharge their loads. In front, seated
on chairs as in a garden Of public
diversion, are many M busily
knitting.
Crash. A head is held up. and the
knitting who scarcely lifted
their eyes to look at it q ago
when it could think and speak, count
One.
The second tumbril empties and
move on; the third comes up.
The one who is supposed to be Eyre
monde descends, and the girl is lifted
out after him. He places her gently
with her BAG to the crashing engine
that constantly whirs up and falls,
and h thanks him: Il think you
were sent to me by Heaven"
cor you to me-" says Sydney Car
ton. Keep your yes or me-, and
mind no other object"
Il mind nothing while / hold your
hand. l shall mind nothing when [
let it go, if they are rapid"
They will be rapid. Fear not"