Southward, farther still, surrounded by crude greenhouses
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 half way 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 denizen 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 girl's 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; afterwards, except the major, they sought to
see Miss Flower when other fellows were not present.
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