The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1911-12-17
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You have acted as II You do he said
at last, but / don't think you do"
II don't think do. either" said Mr.
Carton. Il begin to have very good
opinion of your understanding"
Nevertheless" said Darnay, ring
ing the bell. there is nothing in that,
hope, to prevent my calling the rock
onins, and our parting without ILL
blood on either side"
Nothing in life" said Darnay. do
you call the whole reckoninS?''
When he answered in the amrmative,
Carton said 10 the waiter: Then bring
me another bottle of the same wine,
and como and wake me at ten"
When Darnay had gone he took up a
ca ndlc and went to mirror. "po YOU
particularly like the MANI" he muttereu
at his image. why should you par
tic,lIarly like a man who resembles
you? There is nothing In you to like:
YOU know that. good reason for
taking 10 n man, that ne shows you
what you have fallen away from, and
what you might have been. Change
places with him. and wouL you have
been looked at by those blue eyes as
he was, and commsserated by that
a gitatcd face rs he was? Come on, and
have II out in plain words, You hate
the fellow.'
He resortcd 10 rbls wine for consoia :
ton, drank 1t all in few minutes and
FELL asleep on his arms, with his hair
struggling over the table and long
winding-sheet In TIE candle dripping :;
down upon him.
When at last lie awoke and went into
the street. the night was cold and sa1.
the duil sky overcast, the river dark
and dim. the whole scene like lfe-
Der in II well OF houses, he threw him
self down in his clothes on & neglect
ed bed, and It's pillow was wet with
wasted tears.
Sadly, sadly, the sun rose. II rose on
no sadder sight than the man Of go otl
abilities anil good emotions. incapable
of their directed exercise, incapable cf
his own help and his own happiness,
sensible of the blight upon him. and
resigning iinselS TO let it eat him
away.
Yet from that night there were some
evenings every week when nc did not
lie drunk across some tavern table.
They were evenings that he spout III
Or. Manctto's house. He did not shine
there. Sometimes. when he cared 20
talk. he talked we'll: but mostly mo was
no more than a morose and moody
lounger.
sull. though he was so silent when
nc was there. he did care some thing
for the street that cnvironed that
house. Many night he wandered
there. vague and unhappy. And otter
Lucie thought that she saw softcned
less reckless, lock in his face.
Once. when that look was particu-
larry plain she ventured to remark on
his manner OF life and to hint at het
hone that lie might change il. There
were tears in her eyes, and she was
amazed when she saw that there were
tears In his.
1T is too late for THAR said he. 81
Shall never be better than I am. J
shall sink lower. and be worse"
"oh. Mr.. Carton!" she cried. Think
again! Try again."
lie shook his head. Since have
known yon." said he, Il have been
troubled by a remorse that l thought
would never reproach mo again. and
have heard whispers from old voices
lmpeiiins me upward THAT j thought
were silent forever. I have had I'M
formed Ideas OF striving afresh. IT is
too late. know myself TO be quite
understanding. But entreat you. Nils
Manette. to believe that for you. and
for any dear to you, | would do any