Ken Campbell
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first heard Jul 2026
last heard 21 Jul
Ken Campbell’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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He had more than liked Webb's adjutant.
He had been his staunchest friend and supporter among the troop and company commanders, and was eager to befriend him now.
He had expressed no wish to have him sent on the hurried move, but
But well he knew the post commander's reason and approved his course.
Still, now that Field was being removed for the time at least, from the possibility of entangling alliance that might prove disastrous in every way in his power, Ray meant to show the mortified, indeed sorely angered officer.
That his personal regard for him had suffered no change whatsoever.
If he could succeed in winning Field's confidence, it might well be that he could bring him to see that there were good and sufficient grounds for the post commander's action and
That for Field's own good, in fact, it was a most desirable move.
The soul of loyalty and square dealing himself, Ray had never for a moment dreamed that anything other than a foolish escapade had occurred.
A ride by moonlight, perhaps, demanded of her devotee by a thoughtless, thoroughbred croquette, whose influence over the young fellow was beginning to mars usefulness, if not indeed his future prospects.
Just what to think of Nanette Flower, Ray really did not know.
Marion, his beloved better half, was his unquestioned authority in all such matters, and it was an uncommon tenant of that young matron never to condemn until she had cause.
Instinctively she shrank from what she had seen of Miss Flower, even though her woman's eyes rejoiced in the elegance of Miss Flower's abundant toilets, and conscious of her intuitive aversion.
conversion she would utter no word that might later prove unjust.
Oddly enough, that instinctive aversion was shared by her closest friend and neighbor, Mrs.
Blake, who
But as yet the extent of their condemnation had found vent only in the half whimsical, half penulent expression on part of the younger lady, Blake's beautiful wife.
I wish her name weren't so near like mine, for Nan had been her pet name almost from babyhood.
Vaguely conscious they were both, these lords of creation, Messrs Blake and Ray, that the ladies of their love did not approve of Miss Flowers, but Ray had ridden forth without ever asking or knowing why, and so unknowing was ill prepared to grapple with the problem set before him.
It is easier to stem a torrent with a shingle than to convince a lover that his idol is a shrew.
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