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"Oh, ah! she was very pale and very a well, tearful, you know. Been crying, I suppose," and Webb shifted uncomfortably. He couldn't get over that picture exactly, Mrs. Truscott springing up from the sofa all tears; Ray standing there burning a letter, all confusion. Still, he believed it something susceptible of explanation, and did not care to talk about it.
Stannard; jail is preferable to Fort Russell so far as his treatment is concerned," he said, indignantly. "You seem to be the only friend he has." Mrs. Stannard flushed and lowered her voice. "Did you explain to him, or rather did he ask why Mrs. Truscott could not receive his letter?" "What was there to explain? What was there to ask?" he broke forth in wrath.
Then, as the "halt" is sounded, and the vigilant line forms big semicircle to ward off further attack, and the little pack-mules with their escort come ambling briskly in from the south, Jack Truscott comes quietly back, lining his broad-brimmed scouting-hat and wiping the sweat from his brow; and as they throng about him officers and men almost the first question asked is, "And where is Ray?"
Truscott, blushing brightly and showing welcome and pleasure in her lovely eyes, but with the reserve of younger wifehood, had held forth one little hand. Then she heard the voluble gush with which Mrs.
Out in the dining-room could be heard voluble voices, weeping, and Irish expletives of mingled wrath and grief, and then, with eyes dilating with horror, with streaming hair, with pallid lips and a ghastly look in her white face, Grace Truscott, clad in a morning wrapper, came rushing through the little parlor into the hall, gave one glance at her girl friend, and then, stretching forth her arms, she cried,
Gleason saw that her face had paled, and that she was gazing intently on the approaching soldier and on Mrs. Truscott, who, absorbed in laughing talk with her escort, had apparently not observed him. As he halted and saluted, Mr. Gleason could not but note that she started, then that she had flushed crimson.
Webb and Truscott, if consulted, would have named a far better instructor among their lieutenants, but Colonel Whaling issued the order from post headquarters, and there was nothing for it but obey. Gleason lent his best efforts to the work, and he and his drill sergeants were ceaseless in their squad instruction.
Captain Webb had been called back to Kansas as a witness before a civil court, and to Truscott the order of the division commander was conveyed that he should march with the two troops at Russell without delay, and join the th wherever he could find them north of the Platte. Three of the four infantry companies would also march for Laramie at dawn.
Gleason; I believe I'll wait here," was the reply, pleasant but decided. "Why, Marion! Do come in!" cried Mrs. Truscott, hastening to the door. Miss Sanford's face was flushing slightly, but her voice was gentle as usual. "I'll wait for you, Grace; but I do not care for a lemonade, and would rather not go in." "Indeed, I don't care for one either.
Father insisted though, and so those six weeks had to be spent at with them. It is mockery to call it home." And a deep trouble seemed to settle on her beautiful face. Mrs. Truscott leaned nearer to her friend, an eager tremor in her voice.
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