The White Rose of MemphisFalkner, William C. (Clark)
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The White Rose of Memphis
Falkner, William C. (Clark)
Memphis (Tenn.) -- Fiction
“That will make no difference,” replied the queen; “we will be
entertained by our Barbarian Chief during the day, and the poetical
readings during the night.”
“That will be a most excellent plan,” said Captain Quitman; “variety is
the spice of life you know.”
“Yes, and I beg to remind your Majesty,” exclaimed the duke, “that the
opportunity to shake the fantastic toe must be provided for.”
“Of course,” ejaculated Captain Quitman; “that is a consummation
devoutly to be wished. We can find plenty of time for that. Dancing
hours will be from seven till nine, and the literary exercises will
commence at nine, and continue until Morpheus takes command.”
“I wonder what kind of a story the Barbarian Chief is going to dish out
to us,” said George III. “Will it treat of war, love, or politics; will
it tell of battles, and blood, or will it describe sweet birds, sweet
flowers, and sweet love?”
“It would be better, perhaps, to tell the story first, and answer your
questions afterward,” replied Ingomar. “I shall tell it under protest.
The materials which are at my disposal, if skillfully handled, would
construct an interesting novel; but I am not vain enough to imagine that
I can weave them into anything like a good story. My life has been
crowded with many thrilling incidents--I have tasted the bitterest dregs
in fortune’s cup, and I have sailed on the smooth ocean of pleasure; and
as her Majesty has commanded me to entertain her guests with a story, I
shall confine myself to a truthful history of scenes in which I have
been an actor. In order to save time, I shall group the most prominent
incidents, and set them down in the city of Memphis and vicinity, taking
the liberty to change the venue of an important criminal case from New
York to the Bluff City. If you should ask me by what authority I venture
to change the venue from one State to another, I would answer by
referring you to the numerous instances where the United States Courts
have exercised the arbitrary power to do such things. Shall I, as a
champion story teller, regularly commissioned by a mighty and beauteous
queen, be denied the privileges claimed by a little United States Court?
I say the venue is changed to Memphis, and when I begin to describe the
interesting trial, I trust no one will be so inquisitive as to examine
the records, with a view to contradicting my truthful history. If I
choose to introduce my _dramatis personæ_ under _nom de plumes_, I hope
my friends will raise no objections, because, while I claim that the
acts of public men constitute public property, I am afraid to take too
much liberty in that respect, lest I should endanger my valuable
person.”
“We command you to cease your continuous talk about preliminaries,”
observed Queen Mary, as she waved her hand impatiently toward Ingomar;
“no one shall be compelled to listen to the tale. Tell the story, and
let us judge for ourselves as to its merits.”
“I obey your Majesty’s commands,” replied Ingomar.
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