The White Rose of MemphisFalkner, William C. (Clark)
General
The White Rose of Memphis
Falkner, William C. (Clark)
Memphis (Tenn.) -- Fiction
“DEAR EDWARD--This is to inform you that I am going to spend the
day in my flower garden, for the purpose of superintending the
transplanting of some of my flowers, and if it will not interfere
with your professional duties, I should be delighted to have the
benefit of your advice and assistance. Mother and Mrs. Dodson have
very kindly consented to spend the day with Viola, which enables me
to look after my flowers; they, you know, have been sadly neglected
of late.
“‘LOTTIE.’
“When I arrived I found Lottie busily engaged in arranging a fresh bed
where she was preparing to plant some tube-roses.
“‘I am so glad you have come, Edward!’ she exclaimed, as she came to
meet me; ‘you may make up your mind to do a good day’s work here--just
see how the weeds are choking my pretty jasmines yonder! and there are
my geraniums all dying for lack of attention! I declare, it is too bad,
and I must give Uncle Zack a good scolding for neglecting my flowers.’
“Notwithstanding her declarations about the lack of attention which her
garden had been subjected to, I was filled with delicious pleasure at
the beautiful prospect before me. The air was loaded with ravishing
odors arising from different kinds of fragrant flowers. A new fountain,
with a bronze statue of Diana standing in the center, had been lately
put up near the summer-house. The goddess held her bow and arrow in her
hand, while a jet of sparkling water came gushing out from the end of
the arrow, and fell into a large marble basin at her feet. A marble
Cupid stood on the south side of the basin, holding a gilded dart
pointed toward a statue of Venus, as she appears rising up out of the
water. Innumerable green turfy walks meandered about among the charming
flowers, while hundreds of beautiful vases in china and gold, red, blue
and green, lined each side, filled with all kinds of sweet-scented
plants. I was so completely intoxicated by the charming sweetness with
which the murmuring breeze was impregnated by fragrant flowers, that I
could scarcely keep from giving expression to my delightful feelings in
shouts of joy. As I stood gazing intently at Lottie as she moved about
among the flowers like a beautiful fairy, I lifted up my soul in humble
thanks to God, for giving me the heart of such a noble woman.
“‘Why do you stand there all the day idle, Eddie, when there is so much
work to do? why do you not come and help me transplant these flowers?’
“Those questions had the effect of rousing me from my delightful
reverie, and I went to work in good earnest and did not stop until the
perspiration began to stream from my brow.
“‘There now, Edward, the job is complete, and we will rest under the
shade of the magnolias--I am going to give you a nice picnic dinner
to-day, to compensate you for assisting me.’
“Then addressing Uncle Zack she said:
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account