The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1919-08-06
TALE OF TWO CITIES
BY CHARLES DICKENS
Condensation by Miss Sara A. Han,iin

Condensation by MI
On a cold November night, in the
year 1775, the English mail-coach, on
Its way from London to Dover, was
carrying among its passengers Mr..
Jarvis Lorry, London banker of the
we'll known firm Of Tellson and Com.
pany. AS the coach stumbled along In
the darkness, there arose before him
the vision of an emaciated figure with
hair prematuely white. All night be-
tween him and the spectre the same
words repeated themselves again and
again:
Buried how long,"
Almost eighteen years"
Il hope you care to lve?"
Il can't say"
About eighteen years before the
story opens, DR.. Mannette, promi.
nent young physician of Paris, had
suddenly disappeared. EVERYTHING was
done to discover some tr; Of him,
but in vain. The loss of h. husband
caused his wife such anguish that she
resolved to bring up her little daugh-
ter in ignorance Of her fathers fate;
and when in two years she died, she
left little Lucie under the guardian
ship of Tellson and Company, to
whose care DIR. Mannette for many
years had intrusted his financial at
fairs.
Strange tidings concerning the doc
tor had just come from Paris, and Mr..
Lorry was on his way to meet his
ward and explain to her the facts
of her early life. This was a duty
from which the End-hearted banker
shrank, and when he saw the slight
golden-haired girl coming to meet him,
his heart almost failed him; but his
task was accomplished at last.
And now" concluded Mr.. Lorry,
your father has been found. He is
alive; greatly changed, but alive. He
has been taken to the house of a
former servant in Paris, and we are
going there. l, to identify him, and
| you to restore him to life and love-"
The servant that sheltered DR.. Man
cite was a man by the name OF De-
FARCE, who with his wife, kept wine.
shop in the obscure district OF St.
Antoine. The banker and Lucille were
taken to an attic where a haggard
white-haired man sat on a low bench,
making shoes. a wreck Of man OBJ
vious to all around him.
Again was the Channel crossed, and
again the old inquiry whispered in the
ear Of Jarvis Lorry:
Il hope you care to be recalled to
life?"
Il can't say"
Five years later, in the court room
of the Old Bailey in London, a young
Frenchman was on trial for his life.
Near him sat an untidy looking in
dividual by the name of Sydney Car.
ton. With his eyes fixed on the cell.
ing, he was unobservant, apparently.
of all that passed around him; but
it was he, who first noticed the extra
ordinary resemblance between the
prisoner and himself. and rescued
Charles Darnay from the web Of de.
ceit which had been spun around him.
| Between these two young men, the
striking resemblance was in outward
appearance only. Charles Darnay was
of noble birth; but his ancestors had
for many years SO cruelty oppressed
the French peasantry that the name
of Evermonde was hated and despised.
Wholly unlike them In character. this
last descendant Of his race had given
up his name and estate, and had come
to England as a private gentleman
eager to begin life anew.
Sydney Carton was a young English
lawyer, brilliant in intellect, but stead,
lily deteriorating through his life OF
dissipation. able to advise others, but
unable to guide himself, conscious OF
the blight on him and resigning him
self to let it eat him away"
He and Darnay soon became fire.
quent visitors at the small house in
Soho Square, the home of DR.. Manette
and his daughter Through Lucie's
care and devotion the doctor had al
most wholly recovered from the ef
fects of his long Imprisonment, and II
was only in times Of strong excite
ment that any trace of his past in
sanity could be detected. The sweet
face Of Lucie Manette soon won the
hearts Of both young men, but it was
to Darnay to whom she gave her love
And SO that interview between Lu
Gle and Sydney Carton has a Patio,
that wrings our hearts. He knew tina,
even If his love could have been re
turned, 1t would have added only tt
, his bitterness and sorrow, for he felt
. he would have been powerless to lif,
himself from the slough of Selfish
ness and Sensuality that had engulfe6
him. But he could not resist this
last sad confession Of his love; anc
when she weeps at the sorrow Of
which she has been the innocent
cause, he ipplores: do not weep
) dear Miss Manette, the Life I lead rem
. ders me unworthy OF your pure love
My last supplication 10 this. thinl
now and then that there is a man who
would give his life to keep a life 20,
love beside you"
But dark days were to come. In thu
year 1889, the down-trodden French
peasantry turned upon their oppres
4 sors. The streets OF Paris We're. allet