The White Rose of MemphisFalkner, William C. (Clark)
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The White Rose of Memphis
Falkner, William C. (Clark)
Memphis (Tenn.) -- Fiction
“‘Tell Burley to prepare a good dinner for two, and that we will dine in
the magnolia grove to-day; send us a small table here, and tell her to
be in a hurry, for industrious people are always hungry.
“‘Now, Edward, here is a nice seat for you, and here is one for me,--now
we will rest from our labors and have a cozy chat about old times,
unless you have got something new to talk about.’ Then for the first
time since my arrival at the garden, the memory of the mysterious
warnings I had received rose up like Banquo’s ghost before me. ‘What is
the matter with you, Edward; are you not well? I declare, your face is
very pale!’
“‘I must have exerted myself a little too much while working among the
flowers. I guess a little rest in this delightful shade will soon effect
a cure.’
“‘See here, Edward,’ she exclaimed, as she fixed her beautiful eyes on
me, ‘you are attempting to do that which you ought to know you cannot
accomplish.’
“‘How is that?’
“‘You are endeavoring to deceive me, which it is high time you were
learning you cannot do. If you do not immediately proceed to inform me
what has happened to distress you, I shall at once conclude that your
professions of love for me are nothing more than sounding brass and
tinkling cymbals. I knew as soon as I laid my eyes on you this morning
that your mind was disturbed about something; and then I must remind you
of the fact that I am a first-class mind-reader, and if you refuse to
disgorge, I shall at once make a revelation that will startle you.’
“I began to dodge the question by an attempt to change the subject, but
she gently placed her hand over my mouth.
“‘Not another word shall you utter until you make up your mind to tell
me the whole truth--I have a presentiment that our bright sky is about
to be obscured by lowering clouds--an invisible influence has been
working on my mind, whispering ominous tales of approaching misfortunes.
Our smooth sea is soon to be ruffled, and it is high time for us to set
about trimming our sails so as to be ready for the storm which I fear is
soon to burst upon us.’
“I proceeded to give her a minute history of the mysterious
communications which had so disturbed and annoyed me. I noticed that the
charming color of the rose that beautified her cheeks gradually
disappeared as I imparted the mysterious news to her, and her hand
slightly trembled as she attempted to arrange a bouquet from a quantity
of flowers which she had gathered. ‘Now, Lottie, what do you think it
all means?’
“‘I will answer you in real Yankee fashion. Do you know of any person
who bears malice or ill-will toward you?’
“‘No.’
“‘Have you had any misunderstanding or quarrel with any man lately?’
“‘No.’
“‘Have you had any legal entanglements which could cause any one to
dislike you?’
“‘No.’
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