The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1898-03-22

Idluy Iurner was promptly, proper
ly and virtuously indignant in her denial
of the story. Never had she said to a
living soul what she was represented as
having said. She had never presumed
to oriticise Mrs. Gregg All she said
was that she heard that Mrs Gregg's
means were greatly straitened since
the failure Of their bank, and she won
dered people should be SO inoonsiderate
as to send in their bills at such time,
when, il they would only wait Captain
Gregg would see that they were all set
tied. Everybody knew he was as honest
as he could be, and all she ever said
about court martial was that there had
been cases where officers were brought
to trial for not paying their bills, and
she knew how dreadfully Mrs. Gregg
would feel, etc. 1t was all very glib and
plausible, and the moistened eyes and
flushed cheeks of the fair speaker might
have pleaded for her, too, but unluckily
she and Mrs. Gregg had had their little
day Of devoted intimacy and unbounded
condolences in the past. Mrs. Gregg
knew how she could talk, had heard
from one of her lady friends of Mrs
Turner's theories and statements regard
ing the receipted bills, and had been re-
ferred to others who also had heard,
whereat, bristling with Indignation,
Mrs. Gregg investigated and dragged
the truth to light. Over the scene of
upbraiding, denials, determinations and
counter accusations that occurred at
Mrs Raymond's that afternoon let US
draw veil. All poor Turner's forebod.
ings were amply justified. The ladies
parted with the determination Of never
speaking to each other again, and, what
really was serious. Mrs. Gregg wrote a
long, long letter to her husband, set
ting forth all the hateful, abominable
things Fanny Turner had said, and, just
as Turner had predicted, another old
comrade and friend with whom he had
campaigned all over the country,
marched and secuted. skirmished and
starved, shared his last drop or crust or
blanket many and many time, now
coldly avoided him, and Turner's sad,
sallow face grew sadder still as the two
battalions came jogging homeward.
There was no need to ask what was the
matter, no use in trying to explain or
condone. ut is all my fault" was the
burden of his song. ~ should have cor.
rected that tendency long years ago. 1t
is too late now"
Accustomed as she was to spats Of
this character, however, Mrs. Turner
still sorely missed the close companion
ship of some garrison friend and init
mate this electric day. Even Mrs. Ray
mond, Sighted and snubbed for the new
found friend, now refused to be cajoled
back to semblance of the old relations
She was almost as ICY as Mrs. Gregg
had been volcanic. There was no longer
for Mrs. Turner the rapture of the first
bloom of her fellowship with Miss May
nard. That Mohawk maiden had failed
to warmly champion her cause when
she fled to her in tears after the battle
at the Raymonds' and told her side Of
the story. Mrs. Turner had sobbed out
something to the effect that, being SO
much younger and less experienced than
Mrs. Gregg, she had incautiously con-
fided certain statements to Mrs. Ray.
mond and one or two ladies whom she
supposed trustworthy, and they had be.
trayed her. Miss Maynard innocently