The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1898-03-08

turb your breakfast, SIR" answers Il
subaltern, shade Of embarrassment {
his fine, frank face. "Mrs. Turner W;
sogood as to say If I would come arour
this morning-er-she' d teach me son
new methods at patience, and the adj,
tant has just detailed me to take pl
troll to go to town after some absente,
still on pay day spree. II you'll be kin
enough to tell her-I suppose she's nj
yet down after dancing every dance III
til Q this morning
"I'll tell her, says Turner. ..She'
be disappointed, Of course, but COIN
again some other time. Any news Of th
| Officer"
"Why, yes, sir. There's quite littl
stir there. 1t seems gang of the south
ern Cheyennes have had row wit
their agent and have been playing th
mischief about their reservation. Til
agent has wired for troops, and if the,
are sent from Leavenworth and Gibsol
they say the Indians will jump. Sprin,
has set in down there. The chief believe
that in that event we'll be called upo,
to head them off,. ="
MAY the Lord deliver us from +,
winter campaign, says Turner anxious
ly.~ Well, I'll tell Mrs. Turner. Wisl
you good luck in catching the runa
waya How many are still out?"
Eight sir; SO I'm told at the Office
Then I'll say good morning" And Mr..
Maynard starts to go.
But a soft, silvery voice, voice ut
terly unlike the petulant tones so re.
Gently heard at the breakfast table,
comes from behind the portiere that
hangs from the archway between the
parlor and dining room and halts him
at the threshold.
Don't look back, Mr.. Maynard I'm
simply fright this morning, but l
couldn't help speaking to you. I'm SO
sorry you can't be here at II. Come
this afternoon, if you get back in time,
won't you? Come at 8. That'll give
you an hour before stables Do"
Maynard hesitated. "L'd like to aw-
fully, Mrs. Turner" he says, "but l.
I've got an engagement at that hour. :"
"Ah, yesl" answers Mrs. Turner.
"No need to say where. l know who's
expecting you at the Barrys'. I'm posi-
lively getting jealous, Mr.. Maynard.
The young fellows cheeks are burn
ing with flush that is not caused by
the bufetings of the Wyoming winds.
"Ill be glad to come almost any other
time you say, Mrs. Turner. I'm sure
it's very good Of you. But pardon me,
won't you? The patrol is saddling at the
stable, and l must hurry down there"
She has no time to fire another shot
before he Is out Of the house and Slam
ming the storm door behind him. Then
she comes into the parlor and peers out
Of the window as though to see whether
he goes at once to stables or stops, as
she more than half believes he will, at
the Barrys'. The captain is pulling on
his "arctios" in the hallway and pres
emily appears at the door, looping the
frogs of bis heavy fur lined ooat-a coat
that had once been a handsome gar.
ment, but is old and worn and shabby
now.
II think Mrs. Barry ought to put
stop to that affair before it goes any
further" says Mrs. Turner, whereat
the captain becomes sphinxlike and in
Apparently he hasn t heard.
Neither Of them has cent in the
world except his second lieutenant's
pay" she goes on, and Turner finds
himself rummaging through his pockets
a. though in search of some much need
ID article, for he still has nothing to
'ay. Then she turns and faces him.
Don't your" she asks.
Don't what?" he replies, in simu-
ated ignorance. He is fencing for time.
NOW, Captain Turner, know You
heard what asked. You always be-
rave in this absurd way when what l
m thinking and talking about doesn't
Iappen to suit you. I said neither Mr..
daynard nor Miss Baird had a cent,
nd that Mrs Barry ought to put a stop
o their Irritation at Once-and you
card it"
II think it is none Of our business,
amy" says Turner mildly. "Just as l
aid about Mrs. Gregg's gown. can't
clip wishing you concerned yourself
'ss about other peoples affairs, my
ear little woman" he adds, after a
ause. "You-you haven't said any.
hing to anybody but me as to the let
RS that came for Mrs. Gregg, have
ou2" be asks almost timidly.
"Her bills, l suppose you mean. I'll
ave, Captain Turner, it only serves her !,
ght I'm sure she has shown me little
eroy or consideration. q
"Well, dear, for my sake, then, don't
eak Of it to anybody. Gregg is one of
y firmest friends. and whatever you
y Of bis wife Is sure to get around to
EN- sooner or later in aggravated-ex-
gerated form, and it would hurt him
uelly." 4
Mrs. Turner has impatiently whirled Z
out and is once more gazing out upon
Q parade. A petulant exclamation es-
pes her before his words are finished.
70 is black browed-pouting now.
"You haven't spoken Of it to any one,
We you, dearP" he asks
No answer
Turner walks close up to her as she
nds half shrouded by the curtains.
DON'T be afraid to tell me, Fam" be
lads. 81 think I ought to know"
"Afraidr' she flashes Indignantly
What is there to be afraid Of? Very
'sibly l have spoken Of it to Mrs
ymond. who notices just exactly
at l have-and there may have been Or
'ers who heard, for all care. They of
ow it's just exactly as I say. How ne
! you be SO absurd and make such a 81
8 over such little matter? I'd just IN
lief say it to her face be
Say it to no one, are Turner's next w
rds "Your imprudence has cost me tn
} or three friendships valued, and I ov
uld hate to be at odds with Gregg. sn
W 1t is time for me to 60. Do not ex- tn
t me until luncheon. The moment ye
TT adjourns l must go to the troop
70" 20
he never turns to say goodby. Her mi
ell face is pressed close to the pane, tn
she darts buck quickly as two tail
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