The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-04-02
THE WEB OF FATE

from the oven. Ruth, fetch Mr.. Hebbe-
thWalte a chair out Of the parlor-he'I like
an armchair best"
All right, mother'-and Ruth disappeared,
returning in a minute with od-fashioned
chalr, with loose cushions, which she held In
one hand.
Hebblethwaite ran CALAMITY forward to
help her. and in their haste the seat was dis
logged and multitude of little things.
string, papers, buster, and hairbrush fell
TO the floor at their feet.
There!' said Mrs. Tiddiman; tsee what
you've done with your larking, Ruth. Mr..
Hebblethwaite will think you sloven now!"
I can't have anything but a nice opinion
of Ruth" Hebblethwaite said, pleasantly,
locking at her amorously with his cross eyes.
But the girl was bending down over the
things on the floor
I've been looking everywhere for this
brush" she said, unabashed. Its one Jack
Pecker gave me for faring, and I thought
one of our dodgers must have nabbed it.
Lcok! it's real mother-o pearl turning the
back to Hebblethwalte.
There, sit down. said Mrs. Tiddiman,
rather sharply, for she had poured out the
tea; "or everything'n be spoiled"
So Mr.. HebblethWaite seated himself with
| alacrity, and began 60 discuss the viands with
the utmost appreciation.
When tea was over, rising from the
table Ruth caught sight Of large wallet
purse at Hebblethwalte's feet and pointed
at it.
you've lost your purse Mr.. Hebblethwaite,
haven't you?" she asked
May, it's not mine he sad turning it
over and over with a scrutinizing look. "It
seems full of something-let's hope it's bank
notes! I'd not refuse 'em if I were you Mrs.
Tiddiman.'
Give it me-" she answered. cit won't be
the dodgers, for they don't come in here
and she took it from him and opened it, the
others looking eagerly at her. There's
naught in it-only likeness of young man
and some papers," she said, regretfully, toss
ing it to Ruth.
seen anyone like this''-and she passed the
carte-de-visite to Mr.. Hebblethwaite. Have
your"
He started.
"Why-its-it's that young man." he STAN
mered excitedly.
What young man do you mean?"
His names Mannering saw him at the
football wicket"
Tiddiman, who had been opening the pa
pers. .'Juliette Rivers and Jasper Manner
ing. Now will that be the same young man,
I wonder? How's it got here?
Why screamed Ruth it'll have be-
longed to her, mother-she must have put it
under the cushion-she had the front parlor,
you know
ITO whom, Ruth?" asked Mrs Tiddiman,
perplexedly. "Dear.e me, lass, how you do
shout!''
ITO her as was murdered Ruth cried ex-
citedly; her name was Julia Mandeville' and
/ that near enough to Mannering!"
! ,aHebblethWaite jumped from his chair and
snote his palms together.
Now 1 know where I've seen him!" he ex-
claimed; sit was the night of my fancy dress
ball-he was coming down the steps, and
thought him chap from the lecture. It's
him. ring and all, but he's younger here than
he is in reality"
'fWas he in evening dress?' Ruth cried
Yes, he was; and putting paletot
such as gentlemen wear over their SUITS he
answered. Il knew I'd seen him before
I'm not oft mistaken in face when I've
once seen it,
Then it's him that murdered her." Ruth
said. Mark my words, it's him that's the
murderer! Oh the poor, poor thing!-oh, the
heartless villain to kill his welded wife!'-
and her excitement and horror eliminated in
a food of tears, il which Mrs. Tiddiman
joined.
Now don't cry, my dear" said Hebble-
thwaite, soothingly. It's a shocking affair."
but you mustn't give way like this. There's
it, and put it into shape, and then, Mrs. It'd
diman, if we find we've evidence, into the
hands of the law it must go. The poor woman
must have Justice done her.
Eth, that she shall have if I can give it
her!" sobbed Ruth. MEMS a bad lot!'
dear. Now don't you cry-you've too feeling
a heart'-and as soon he had succeeded in
restoring little of their usual eQuanimity to
the pair HebbethWaite went home to con-
sider how to lay the matter before the po-
lice.
CHAPTER v.
Breakfast was just over at Manor Holt
when Miss Bertha Joel, who took that meal
in her own apartment entered the room. She
already Veronica found her a. trying guest
to entertain. Miss Bertha Joel, novelist was
a woman cropped to the head, and parted at
one side; her complexion was good, though