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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On her account and that of one other, for that request meant another long morning in saddle with Miss Flower, who
another long morning in which the sweetest girl in the garrison, so said they all, would go about her daily duties with an aching heart,
There was no woman at Fort Frayne who did not know that Esther Dade thought all the world of Beverly Field, and
There was only one man who apparently had no inkling of it.
Beverly Field himself.
She was the only daughter of a veteran officer, a captain of infantry, who, at the age of fifty, after having held a high command in the volunteers during the Civil War,
was still meekly doing duty as a company officer of regulars nearly two decades after
She had been carefully reared by a most loving and thoughtful mother, even in the crude old days of the army, when its fighting force was scattered in small detachments all over the wide frontier, and men and women too lived on soldier rations eked out with game and
And dwelt in tents or ramshackle one storied huts built by the labor of troops.
At twelve she had been placed at school in the Far East, while her father enjoyed a two years tour on recruiting service, and there, under the care of a noble woman who taught her girls to be women indeed, not vapid votaries of pleasure and fashion
Esther spent five useful years coming back to her fond father's soldier roof a winsome picture of girlish health and grace and comeliness.
A girl who could ride, walk, and run if need be, who could bake and cook, mend and sew, cut, fashion, and make her own simple wardrobe.
Who knew algebra, geometry, and trig quite as well as and history, geography, and grammar far better than most of the young West Pointers.
A girl who spoke her own tongue with accuracy and was not badly versed in French and
A girl who performed fairly well on the piano and guitar, but who sang full throated, rejoiceful, exulting like the lark.
The soulful music that brought delight to her aging father, half crippled by the wounds of the war days, and
And to the mother who so devotedly loved and carefully planned for her.
Within a month from her graduation at Madame Piotz, she had become the darling of Fort Frain, the pet of many a household, the treasure of her own.
With other young gallants of the garrison, Beverly Field had been prompt to call, prompt to be her escort when dance or drive, ride or picnic was planned in her honor and
Especially the ride, for Mr Adjutant Field loved the saddle, the open prairie, or the bold undulating bluffs.
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