The White Rose of MemphisFalkner, William C. (Clark)
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The White Rose of Memphis
Falkner, William C. (Clark)
Memphis (Tenn.) -- Fiction
“I humbly crave your Majesty’s pardon, as I fear that I shall be so
unfortunate as to interfere with your amusements. The fact is, madame, I
am under the necessity of performing an unpleasant duty, but it must be
discharged. We officers of the law are very frequently called upon to
perform services, in the name of the State, of an unpleasant nature. We
have postponed this matter as long as the character of the case will
justify. Myself and Mr. Peniwinkle are peace officers, regularly
commissioned. We have the honor to hold in our possession a
proclamation, or, more properly speaking, a requisition, from the
Governor of Mississippi on the Governor of Tennessee, demanding the
delivery to us of the body of one escaped murderer. Our papers, as you
may see, are all properly authenticated, as the law directs. His
Excellency the Governor of Tennessee, has issued his warrant, and we
here offer to show it.”
Then turning to Ingomar, who appeared perfectly composed, he said:
“Mr. Ingomar, or Demar, or whoever you are, we arrest you in the name of
the State of Mississippi, under a warrant we have here now. You will
consider yourself as our prisoner.”
Then taking a pair of handcuffs from his pocket, he made a move as if to
fasten them on Ingomar’s wrists.
“Look to the queen,” cried Scottie; “she is falling!”
Ingomar caught her in time to prevent the fall, and carried her down to
her state-room. He then returned to the deck, where the officers were,
and addressed them:
“Now, sir, I am ready to settle this little matter with you. In the
first place, you will oblige me by tossing those handcuffs into the
river; and you had better be quick about it, else I shall put you in
along with them.”
The officer was a very small man. Ingomar looked like a huge Colossus as
his tall, handsome person towered above the little officer, who began to
tremble with fear as he cast an imploring look up into his face.
“My dear sir,” began the officer in a tremulous voice, “you don’t mean
to defy the law, I hope? We are nothing but humble representatives of
the law, modestly attempting to discharge a simple duty.”
“Will you throw those handcuffs into the river? or would you prefer to
go in yourself? I give you two seconds to decide.”
The little man threw the irons into the river instantly.
“Now, sir,” said Ingomar, “you may consider me your prisoner, if you
wish it, and I will accompany you anywhere you may want me to go; but if
you have any more irons about you, I advise you to send them after the
others without delay.”
Mr. Peniwinkle then took another pair of handcuffs from his pocket and
tossed them overboard.
“Now, gentlemen, you may take seats here, if you like, and listen to the
remainder of a little story which I have been relating for the amusement
of my friends. I can finish it by the time we reach Vicksburg; then I
will be pleased to go with you to Jackson, Mississippi, to answer any
demands which the law may require of me.”
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