South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1919-09-12

-@E =s5. the English m@u-cOach,
on It's way from London to Dover.
was carrying among its passengers
q Mr. Jarvis Igorry. a London banker
OF the well known firm Of TellsOr
and Co As the coach stumbled
along In the darkness. there arose
before him the vision OF an ema-
ciated figure with hair prematurely
white All night between him and
tho spectre the same WORDS repeated
themselves again and again:
Buried how long,"
Almost is years"
I hope you care 20 Iive2"
''I can't say"
About IS years before the story
opens. DR. Manette. prominent
young physician OF Paris, had sud-
denly disappeared Everything was
done to discover some trace OF him.
but In vain The loss OF her hus-
band caused his wife such anguish
that she resolved TO bring up her
little daughter in ignorance of her
fathers fate. and when in two years
she died. she left little Lucie under
the guardianship Of TeIlson and Co.
TO whose care Dr. Manette for many
years had intrusted his financial af-
"a 'rs.
strange tidinEs concerning the
doctor had just come from Paris.
and Mr. Lorry was on his way 90
meet his ward and explain TO her
the facts OF her early life. This was
duty from which the kind-hearted
banker shrank. and when he saw
the slight authenticated girl who
came 20 meet him. his heart almost
failed him. but his task was ac-
complished 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 D. 20 identify him,
YOU TO restore him 20 life and love"
The servant that sheltered Dr.
Manette was a man by the name Of
Defarge who. with his wife kept "a
wine-shop in the obscure district of
St Antoine The banker and Lucie
were taken 10 an attic where bag
gard white haired man sat on low
bench. making shoes. a wreck Of a
man oblivious Of all around him.
Again was the channel crossed.
and again the old inquiry whispered
in the ear OF Jarvis LOFTY:
'T hope you care TO be recalled
10 Hfe?"
IT 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
dividuaI by the name of sydney Car
ton. With his eyes fixed on the cell
ing. he was unobservant, apparent
II. OF all tht passed around him; but
IL was ne. who first noticing the eX-
traordfnarv resemblance between
the prisoner and himself. rescued
Charles Darnay from the web of de-
ceit which had spun around him.
Between these two young men,
the striking resem blanCe was in out
ward appearance only. Charles Oar
nav was Of noble birth; but his an
cestors had for many years so cruel
IL oppressed the French peasantry
that the name OF Evremonde was
hated and despised Wholly unlike
them in charac ter. this last descend
ant Of his race had given up his
name and estate. and had to come
10 England as a private gentleman,
eager tC begin life anew.
sydney Carton was a young Eng
ush lawyer. brilliant in intellect, but
steadily deteriorating through his
life Of dissipation, able 10 advise
bur unable to guide himself, con
scious of the blight on him and re-
signing himself TO let it eat him
away"
he and Darnay soon became fire.
auent visitors at the small house in
soho SQUARE. the home of DR..
Nlanette and his daughter Through
Iucies are and devotion, the doctor
had aIul.--t wholly recovered from
the effects of his long imprisonment.
and IL was only in times Of strong
excitement that any trace of his past
insanity could be detected. The
sweet face OF Lucie Manette soon
won the hearts Of both the young
men. but it was Darnay 10 whom she
gave her love.
And so that interview between
I.ucie and sydney Carton has a
pathos that vrinss our hearts He
knew that even If his love could have
been returned. il would have added
only 20 his bitterness and sorrow. for
felt 10 would have been powerless 10
Iift him from the slough OF selfish
ness and SensuaHty that had engulf-
ed him. But ne could not resist this
last SD confession OF his love, and
when she weeps at the sorrow OF
which she has been the innocent
cause. he implores- DO not weep,
dear Miss Nanetue the life I lead
renders me unworthy of your pure
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