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Presently there came the sound of quick, springy footsteps along the asphalt from the direction of the barracks. Mrs. Truscott raised her head. "It is Sergeant Wolf, Marion. I think he is coming here."
She turned rapidly over the pages until she reached a cabinet picture of a dark-eyed, dark-haired, trim-built young officer in cavalry undress uniform. "You did not tell me who this was, Mr. Gleason." "That? Oh! That is Mr. Ray of our regiment," was the reply, in a tone lack-lustre of all interest. "Mr. Ray? Where? Let me see," exclaimed Mrs. Truscott, coming quickly to them.
Truscott would have gone to the window to peep and see who it was who sang so delightfully, Miss Sanford restrained her, quietly saying that this was his second visit, and she knew it to be Sergeant Wolf. Mrs. Turner and other ladies, eagerly and naturally curious to find out who it was that serenaded one house in the garrison twice, and similarly honored no others, had plied Mrs.
It's really quite a romance, but I wish " And Mrs. Truscott broke off abruptly without saying what she did wish. Miss Sanford was silent. She had recovered her self-control, and the traces of recent tears were vanishing. Once more Mrs. Truscott seated herself by her side.
Then we can have the band all day and nobody to dance with. It's always the way." "Well, I like Mr. Billings, too," said Mrs. Raymond, eager to say something pleasant of Mrs. Stannard's friend; "and Captain Raymond says he is a very soldierly officer, very military, I mean, and knows his duties so well, only we can't help contrasting him with Mr. Truscott. Mr.
He took it to Mrs. Truscott this day, and threatened her with full exposure; accused her, in fact, of corresponding with you because you mentioned other letters." "Oh, my God! my God!
The ladies had twice asked to be excused when Mrs. Whaling and Mrs. Turner called. Mrs. Truscott was feeling unable to see any one, said the servant, but Mrs. Stannard was with her. But Blake had expected nothing better of Mrs. Turner, and attached little importance to her opinion. What had stung him to the quick was the sight of Ray's suffering when that note came back to him refused.
In a minute he was back with letters for all three, but Miss Sanford's was a mere note in reply to an order she had sent East, and while Mrs. Stannard and Mrs. Truscott retired to read the long letters that had come from their respective lords, once more Miss Sanford found herself entertaining the assiduous Gleason. She was beginning to think army life distasteful.
Perhaps Captain Truscott had reasons of his own for not permitting that, Ray was smitten with her, I don't care what Mrs. Raymond says. Have you heard where Mr. Ray is?" "Not a word. I wish I knew," said Mrs. Stannard, wistfully. "Have you have you heard anything about his being in any trouble, in anything likely to keep him from going with the regiment?" asked Mrs.
Truscott, whose girlhood had been passed in garrison at times, and whose earliest recollections were of papa's dragoons. "I will tell the captain as soon as he returns." And she stepped backward towards the chairs. The sergeant paused one moment.
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