The Birmingham age-herald., 1911-12-17

quis!" ended the prisoners letter. My fault is that have been true to you Oh, Monsieur heretofore the Marquis, pray you to be true to mei''
 He knew that if he abandoned the faithful servant, he abandoned him to death; for the hideous figure of the gull lotine already had become as familiar as if it had been before the general gaze since the foundation of the world Charles Darnay, heretofore the Marquis St. Ev- remonde, sealed his letter. laid 1t beside Lucie's bed, looked at her long and hun grily and went forth with a sinking heart.
 As soon as he entered France, he per ceived that he was in a trap. There was much talk of a new decree that pro- claimed the death punishment to all aris- tocrats who might dare to return to the country. As he passed barrier after bar rier with the armed escort that had been forced on him, he realized that in reality he was their prisoner and that each bar rier was another gate that never would open to let him out
 The sullen temper of all with whom he dealt, the fury with which the people
 
 his real name, with his agents letter to show as reason for entering France-pre- pared him for the worst; and he was not surprised when he was dragged to the prison of La Force the instant the gates of Paris closed behind him.
 La Force took him in and swallowed him down. He could see no one, send for TO one. speak to no one, write to no one. La Force erased him from the living world before he was dead.
 Yet love found him, there. His wife Lucie followed /him to Paris with her father, whose fame as an old Bastile prisoner opened the way for them. In that emotional time Dr. Manettes arrival in Paris was as the arrival of hero. Men and women who had killed and burned and destroyed like raving beasts, scarcely half an hour before. reached out with their Bloody hands to touch his, and cried like children at the tale of his sufferings. MT. Manette blessed his old pain, for it opened even the gates of La Force for him, and when at last St. Eyre monde was led out to trial, again his connection with Dr. Manette changed the watchful passion drunken mob that wait
 
 that of jealousy lest the guilotine be cheated. Instead of demanding St. Eyre monde's head. they demanded his release and that of his agent, and bore him to his wife in mad screaming processiol above which tossed thousands of red caps waved aloft on bikes.
 But they seized him again, almost with in the hour. A word had gone through. the streets of Paris--a word about Eyre monde. 1t had made eye seek eye in the very crowd that had borne him home. Each eye had meaning, determined look; and the look said "Deathl"
 He had been denounced as one of a race prescribed for infamous oppression. And when pr. ,Manette tried in court to aid him again, he was confronted with the statement that he, himself, had de- nounced the prisoner
 In the roar of thirsty, lusting rage that followed, his denial passed unheard. TEen suddenly a tense silence fell on the crowd and a man produced paper wrinkled. yellow, with the ink dim on it. It was a paper he had found in secret cell when he had helped sack the bastile.
 That cell was the cell that had been occupied by Dr. Manette for IS years That paper was the story written by Dr. Manette and hidden by him. It was writ ten in the tenth year of his agony.
 It told how he had attended twn dying