Daily globe., 1881-01-16

20 Ralph street. This was the entry
he m0e in his note. book, In case his
memoiy proved treacherous. Itseemed
af If fortune favored his plans.
Only the next day, happening TO go
into large flower and fruit shop, he
saw Fred Holt selecting the contents
| Of large fancy basket OF choicest
fruits and rarest blossoms. Nodding
carelessly to Harvey, he wrote the nd.
dress on card, and attached 1t TO the
pretty basket.
"You will send this up at once, he
said, and left the shop.
And Harvey, taking the place Fred
had just vacated, read the card, MRS.
| +. Holt, No. % Ralph street"
What proof was needed nowf Itwas
not in the nature Of Harvey Foster to
work openly in any scheme. A blow
in the dark suited him better. Feeling
sure of his position now, he hurried
| home TO write two anonymous letters,
| which would, he fondly hoped, olsen
herit and utterly confound his long
successful rival.
One OF these venom0us missives
| found Maud Chester in her pretty
boudoir. trifling with some embroid.
cry. and dreaming sweet dreams Of her
love and Fred Holt's devotion. She
was n handsome, dignilied girl Of nine.
teen. full Of womanly sweetness, and
,inspoiled by her great wealth. She
loved Fred Holt with the whole
strength of her young heart, and she
| was sure that her love was returned.
The dainty work under the slender
fingers progressed slowly, as Maud lay
back in her deep chair, looking In
| to the glowing fire and building castles
Of future happiness. From this tend
er reverie she was aroused by serv-
ant, who handed her squarely folded
letter. awltwardly addressed and fast
ened with Il wafer.
Wondering who her unknown cores
pondent could be,she opened the paper.
Only these few lines were written.
"lf you would have proof of the
falsehood of one you believe true, go
ut eight o'clock this evening to the
second floor of No. % Ralph street,
and you will find Mr. Fred Holt and
his wife.
anonymous the proud girl said,
her lips curling and her eyes flashing.
1T is faleehood y
She threw the note upon the Goals
as she spoke, and watched the flames
curl and blacken the paper till it flash
ed out Of sight up the chimney. Then,
with all the color stricken from her
face, she took up her embroidery
! Had Harvey watched her then, he
would have thought that that poisoned
arrow had missed its aim. But it was
not 30. The work was thrown aside,
the piano rang out under her restless
fingers. Il novel was opened, II room
was put in order; but, while the calm
face betrayed no secret suffering. the
girl was tortured al day by the words
of the anonymous note:
Fired Holt and his wifeF'
Could it be? Had the frank brown
eyes that had looked 80 lovingly into
hers mirrored only false heaftf Was
she. indeed. 80 far deceivedY
Long before eight o'clock Maud
Cherter had resolved to prove or fal-
aify the words that seemed burned up
on her brain. Surely. of all the world
she had the best right to test the truth
Of such Il monatrous charge against her
betrothed lover.
| And while she waa striving to hide
from any eyes the torture she endured,
James Rutherford WAS atofming up
and down his library, holding the sec.
ond Of Harvey Fosters comm,nica'
tiona in his hand. In the same awk.
ward handwriting, the same facts were
stated. the same hour and place to veri'
fy the writer's words.
But the peppefy old bachelor made
no secret Of his wrath. To have list
ened to him, one would have supposed
that making mince-mett Of his disobe-
dient nephew was the least he intend
ed to do
He called him all the pet names sug.
gested by II furious rage, he used ny
all the abueiye adiectives in the die.
tionafy to describe Mr.. Fred Holt.
He exhausted every threat that he
could devise; long before eight O'Clock
he had wrought himself up into II rage
that was ffightful to witness.
II was with ehuckle of satisfaction
that Harvey Foster, secretly hidden IN
IL narrow courtway, watched "a tall,
stately figure leave carriage at the
head Of Ralph street, and walk to
the door of No. 2S. In tho quiet of
the street he heard n clear voice ask
the servant who opened the door
Does Mrs. Holt live heref"
Yes ma am, second floor.
lis her husband Mt homef"
"Oh. yea, ma am, you will find them
both there"
Then Maud Chester entered the
house, just as II short, painting man
dashed up the stairs, and not pausing
to make inquiry, also entered.
In the passage Maud Chester, turn.
ing, as rapid atepa followed her, faced
James Rutherford.
"You herer' he said. "You have
heard, too, then. of the trick this un.
grateful hound has played upon both
of usf'
II have heard" abe answered in n
cold voice. ''that your nephcw's wife
lives in this house. wish 70 tecer-
tain If 1t IL true
| 1--WE will aoon see, We will soon