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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His great pride and glory was his wife, his one great sorrow that their only child had died almost in infancy.
His solicisms in syntax and society were many, he was given at times to profanity, and at others when Madame was away to draw poker.
But officers and men alike proclaimed him a man of metal, and never hesitated to go to him when in financial straits, sure of unserious aid.
But even had this not been the case, the popularity of his better half would have carried him through, for there was hardly a woman at train to speak of her except in terms of genuine respect and
Mrs.
Hay was truth-telling, sympathetic, a peacemaker, a resolute opponent of gossip and scandal of every kind, a woman who minded her own business and was only mildly insistent that others should do likewise.
She declined all overtures leading to confidences as to her past and demanded recognition only upon the standard of the present, which was unimpeachable.
All the same it came something like a shock to society at Frane, that when she appeared at the post this beautiful autumn of eighteen hundred and eighty blank, nearly three months later than the usual time, she should be accompanied by this brilliant and beautiful girl of whom no one of their number had previously heard.
and whom she smilingly confidently presented as my niece, Miss Flower.
There was a dance the night the Dades got home from Laramie.
Nearly all day long had they driven in the open buckboard over the rough winding road along the platform.
And Mrs.
Dade was far too tired to think of going, but Esther was so eager that her father put aside his precious paper, tucked her under his arm, and trudged cheerily away across the parade toward the bright lights of the hop room.
They had a fairly good string orchestra at Train that year, and one of Strauss's most witching waltzes, sounds from the Vienna Woods, had just been begun as father and daughter entered.
A dozen people, men and women both, saw them and noted what followed.
With bright, almost dilated eyes and a sweet, warm color mantling her smiling face, Esther stood gazing about the room, nodding bleatily as she caught the glance of many a friend, yet obviously searching for still another.
Then of a sudden they saw the bonny face light up with joy uncontrollable.
For Mr.
Field came bounding in at the side door, opening from the veranda of the adjutant's office.
He saw her, smiled joyous greeting as he came swiftly toward her, then stopped short as a girl in black grenadine dropped the arm of her cavalier, the officer with whom she was promenading, and without a moment's hesitation placed her left hand, fan bearing, close to the shoulder knot on his stalwart right arm, and
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