The Black Tulip by Alexandre Dumas

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    • 23-12-2010
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    The Black Tulip by Alexandre Dumas

    Chapter 1

    Happy life
    [align=justify][align=justify]In the small town of Dort in Holland. In the year 1672, there lived a really happy man. There are few really happy men in the world. And Cornelius van Baerle was one of these few.
    Cornelius began life as a doctor, but when his father died he gave up that work.
    Van Baerle's father had gained a lot of money in trade. When he was near death be said to his son, Cornelius " Be happy. Working all day in an office is not a happy life. Do not be like me, a trader. Do not be like Cornelius De Witte, a politician. For he will certainly end in trouble. Live quietly and , above all, be happy".
    So cornelius van Baerle remained in the large house. He did not know how to pass the time. So he began to grow tulip. At this time people were very interested in the growing of tulips and great prizes were offered to anyone who could grow some new kind – a tulip of some new shape or new colour. Van Baerle grow three new kinds of tulips: he called them Jane (after his mother). Van Baerle (after his father). And Cornelius (after Cornelius De Witte his father's friend).
    In the next house to van Baerle lived a man named Isaac Boxtel. He also was a tulip grower, but he was not rich. He worked very hard – and he hated van Baerle. He was afraid that this rich man might grow better tulips than his own. He looked over the garden wall and watched everything that van Baerle did. He even bought a telescope so that he might look into the window of van Baerle's house and see him working with his seeds and bulbs. Tulips are grown from bulbs.
    When he saw van Baerle's garden filled with the most beautiful flowers. He tied two cats together and dropped them the wall at night. The cats broke down all the flowers.
    Van Baerle then put a watchman in the garden to guard his flowers against cats (for he did not know that Boxtel had put the cats there).
    Just at this time a prize was offered to anyone who could grow a black tulip without any other colour on it at all. The prize offered was one hundred thousand guilders.
    Van Baerle set to work. He grow deep red tulips. Then, from these dark red tulips, he got brown tulips. Next year he had very dark brown tulips.
    Boxtel had, up to this time, only got tulips of a light brown colour. He was very angry. He was so angry that he could not work. He could do nothing but watch van Baerle. He sat at this telescope and looked at van Baerle working with his bulbs and seeds so as to mix one kind of tulips with another. The more Boxtel watched Van Baerle, the more he hated him.
    And just at this time Dornelius De Witte arrived in the town .Boxtel watched Van Baerle, the more he hated him.
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  • منيره الفهري
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    • 21-12-2010
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    أهلا أهلا بالاستاذ القدير
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    • حسن العباسي
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      • 16-04-2012
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      شكرا لك أستاذ منتظر السوادي على الحضور وتذكيرنا بواحدة من روائع الأدب
      The Black Tulip by Alexandre Dumas

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        [align=justify]Chapter 2
        Important Letter
        Cornelius De Witte reached Van Baerle's house one evening in the month of January, 1673. He looked at the whole house; he saw everything. Then he said "I wish to be alone with you for a few minutes".
        "come to my seed room". Said van Baerle.
        All this time Boxtel was watching everything through his telescope.
        Van Baerle took a lamp and led De Witte to the seed room. Here was a large box in which the seeds and bulbs were kept. Boxtel watched though his telescope more carefully then ever! He saw the light come into the room. He saw De Witte and knew who he was (for Cornelius De Witte was well known as a leader of the government).
        De Witte said a few words to Van Baerle. Boxtel could not tell what those word were. Then De Witte took out a number of papers all tied together. De Witte gave papers to Van Baerle. It was clear that the papers were very important. Boxtel thought that they were papers about matters of government. But why (thought Boxtel) were government papers given to Van Baerle who was and interested in public matters at all?
        Boxtel knew that the public did not like Cornelius De Witte. Evry month they hated him more perhaps those papers were some secret of the government which De Witte did not wish to have known.
        Van Baerle took the papers and put them in a box with his bulbs. De Witte then said something; he shook Van Baerle's hand. They went out of the room. Soonafterwards De Witte went out into the street.
        Boxtel was right in his thoughts. The papers which De Witte gave to Van Baerle were letters to the king of France. But De Witte was careful not to tell his friend what was in the papers. He only asked him to keep them carefully and not to give them up to anyone except himself or a person whom he might send.
        Van Baeirle put the papers away in the box and thought no more about them.
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        • منيره الفهري
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          • 21-12-2010
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          الأستاذ القدير
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          شكرااا للنشر و الاختيار
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            • 23-12-2010
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            [align=justify]Chapter 3
            Message from prison
            The Hague was the chief city of Holland. On August 20th, 1672., its streets were full of men carrying guns. They were all hurrying towards the prison.
            Just outside the prison was a company of horse men keeping back the crowd; and inside the prison were Cornelius De Witte and his brother John De Witte.
            " on ther prison!" shouted the crowd "the brothers De Witte shall not escape! Kill them!"
            The soldiers outside the prison remained still.
            "kill the brothers De Witte" shouted the crowd.
            The captain of the soldiers rode forward.
            "what do you want?" he said.
            "we want the brother De Witte! We want to kill them!"
            "My orders", said the captain, "are to allow no one near the prison, and if you come any nearer, I shall shoot!"
            The crowd drew back.
            Inside the prison Cornelius De Witte was lying ill on a bed john stood by his side.
            "dear Cornelius", he said, "are you better? I have a carriage near the back of the prison, all ready for your escape".
            "death to the brothers De Witte", shouted the crowd.
            "I hear the noise of the crowd". Said Cornelius.
            "yes", answered john; "they are crying out against us because of our letters to the french king. Where are those letters?"
            "I have left them with Van Baerle". Answered Cornelius. "He lives at Dort".
            "Van Baerle" cried John. " poor Van Baerle! He knows nothing about these matters. But, if the letters are found in his house, he will be killed or put in the prison".
            "death to the brothers De Witte"! shouted the crowd from below.
            "Those letters must be burnt", said John. " We must send orders to Van Baerle to burn them".
            "Whom can we send?" said Cornelius.
            " send Craeke, my servant. He is here," answered John.
            There was a book on the table. Cornelius took it. He took the page from the book and wrote on it:
            "My dear Van Baerle,
            Please burn the letters which I gave you without looking at them. It is not safe for you to know what is written in them. Burn them and you will save the lives and good name of Cornelius and John De Witte.
            Cournelius De Witte.
            August 20th, 1672".
            John took the letter and gave it to Craeke.
            The noise of the crowd was louder: "death to the brothers De Witte!".
            "Come", said John, "We must go".
            A man mad his way through the crowd.
            "I have an order from government", said the man.
            "The order tells you to take away the soldiers".
            The crowd came closer to the soldiers.
            "stop!" cried the officer. "or I shall shoot".
            "It is an order, Shouted the man. " it is an older to you to take your men away".
            "this mean death to the brothers De Witte". Said the offecer, "but I must obey. Men! Right tun! Forward".
            The soldiers moved away.
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