Mary Rhody
speaker
967 appearances
1 recordings
1 series
first heard Jul 2026
last heard 21 Jul
Mary Rhody’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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At the southwest angle stood the guard house, where oil lamps backed by their reflectors of polished tin, sent brilliant beams of light athwart the roadway.
Beyond these low buildings, the black bulk of the Medicine Bow Mountains, only a dozen miles away, tumbled confusedly against the sparkling sky, and
All spoke of peace, security, repose, for even in the flats under the westward bluff, where lay the wide extended corrals, hay, and woodyards, and the stables, not one of the myriad dogs that hung about the post was lifting up his voice to bay the autumn moon.
Even those easily started night trumpeters, the big Missouri mules, sprawled about their roomy, sand floored stables, and drowsed in placid comfort, wearied with their musical efforts of the earlier hours of the night, and gathering emperus for the sonorous braying with which they should presently salute the dawn.
Beyond the guard house, at the edge of the plateau overlooking the westward flats, but invisible from the flagstaff bluff, stood the big wooden edifice known as the store, with its card and billiard room for the officers on the southern side, another for the enlisted men upon the northern, the bar and general merchandise establishment compressed between them.
Southward, farther still, surrounded by crude green houses, abounding in potted plants and beds of vine and vegetables, was the big and somewhat pretentious house of the post trader himself, his own stables and corral being halfway down the slope, and well away from those of the garrison.
Out of sight, muttered Webb, but by no means out of mind.
For it was safe to say the thoughts of more than half the men and women making up the social element of Fort Frayne had been centering within the last few days beneath the roof that gave shelter to that brilliant, fascinating beauty, Nanette Flower.
Ten days a denison of the fort, it seemed as though she had been there as many weeks.
So completely had she accepted the situation and possessed herself of the ins and outs of garrison life.
The women had called, of course, and gone away filled with unwilling admiration, for the girls' gowns and graces were undeniable.
The married men, as was the army way, had called with their wives on the occasion of the first visit.
The bachelors, from Webb down to the junior subaltern, had called in little squads at first to
Afterwards, except the major, they sought to see Miss Flower when other fellows were not present.
Even Hartley and Donovan
The two whose devotions to Esther Dade had been carried to the verge of oppression, and who were on terms of distant civility only when compelled to appear together in the presence of women or their other superiors, had been moved to more than one visit at the Hays, and
But Hartley speedily returned to his undesired siege at the quarters of Captain Dade, while Donovan joined forces with two other youngsters, Bruce and Putney, because it gave them comfort to Bother Field, who, being the adjutant, and a very busy man, could visit only at certain hours of the day or evening.
Now it had become apparent to the boys that despite her general attitude of cordiality, their attentions were not what Mrs.
Hay so much desired as those of the major commanding.
Twice had he been invited to dine within the week of Nanette's coming and
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