Mary Rhody
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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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Her black gloved right and his white kitted left
And instantly they were gliding away together, he nodding half in whimsical apology, half in merriment over the black spangled shoulder of the
And the roseate light died slowly from the sweet, smiling face of the
The smile itself seemed slowly freezing, as the still dilated eyes followed the graceful movements of the couple, slowly, harmoniously winding and reversing about the waxen floor.
Even at the point she had never seen more beautiful dancing.
Even when her stanchest friend, Mrs.
Blake, pounced upon her with fond, anxious, welcoming words, and Mrs.
Ray, seeing it all, broke from her partner's encircling arm and sped to add her greeting.
The child could hardly regain self control and
And one loving hearted woman cried herself to sleep that night, for the woe that had come into the soft and tender eyes, which had first beamed with joy at sight of Beverly Field, then filled with sudden dread immeasurable.
But the major sought to block that morning ride in vain.
The impetuous will of the young soldier prevailed, as he might have known it would, and from the rear gallery of his quarters, with his strong field glass, Major Webb watched the pair fording the plat far up beyond Pyramid Butte.
Going over to that damn Sioux village again, he swore between his set teeth.
That makes the third time she's headed him there this week.
And with strange annoyance at heart, he turned away to seek comfort in counsel with his stanch henchman, Captain Ray, who
When the orderly came bounding up the steps with a telegraphic despatch, which the major opened, read, turned a shade greyer, and whistled lo.
My compliments to captains Blake and Ray, said he, to the silent young soldier, standing attention at the doorstep of the
And say I should be glad to see them here at once.
That night the sentries had just called off half past one, when there was some commotion at the guard house.
A courier had ridden in post haste from the outlying station of Fort Beecher, far up under the lee of the Bighorn Range.
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