The White Rose of MemphisFalkner, William C. (Clark)
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The White Rose of Memphis
Falkner, William C. (Clark)
Memphis (Tenn.) -- Fiction
Then some days we would
traverse the streets from early morning until night without finding any
work to do, and when this would happen our scanty supply of provisions
would grow more scant, until we found the wolf at our very door. I do
not know how my father managed to obtain his meals, for he scarcely ever
came home, and when he did come he was so much overcome with brandy that
he would fall down on a bed and sleep for many hours, then rise and go
straight to the nearest whisky shop. It was about six months after we
were compelled to quit school that a strange-looking man, with red nose,
and bloated face, and very shabbily dressed, staggered into our house,
and informed my mother that her husband had fallen from a second-story
window and broken his neck. I learned that my father had been carousing
with a gang of disreputable men in the second story of a drinking and
gambling house, and had staggered through the window, falling
head-foremost on the stone pavement below. His neck was dislocated, his
head and face mangled, and he was quite dead when his drunken companions
went to him. This dreadful ending of my poor father’s life gave my
mother such a shock that she was compelled to take to her bed, from
which she never rose again. It was not quite a month after my father’s
remains were deposited in the grave when my darling step-mother’s gentle
spirit went to its eternal home. The last days of her life were not days
of suffering, as is usual in such cases, for she informed her weeping
children that she was perfectly free from pain.
“‘Come here, my son, and sit near me,’ she said to Harry one day a short
time before her death. ‘I wish to speak to you about what you shall do
when I am gone.’
“Poor boy! he was weeping as if his heart would break. No one ever loved
a darling mother more than Harry loved his; and no mother ever had a
more noble, dutiful son than Harry.
“‘You must not grieve about me after I am taken from you, my darling
boy; but you will live such a life as will enable you to come to meet me
when it is ended. I need not advise you to be good, noble, honorable,
all through life, because I feel assured that you will be all that. But
few mothers have been blessed with such children as I have, and
therefore I can depart from them with a loving faith and hope of meeting
them again. One promise I shall ask you to make, though, and that is
that you will devote your life to the protection of your sister, Lottie.
The pitfalls and dangers which lie in the path of human life are much
more numerous and much greater in the road of a young girl than are to
be found in the one of a young man.’
“‘Dear mother,’ said I, as I knelt by the bedside and seized her little
pale hand, ‘I now solemnly promise to join Harry in this sacred duty. I
will follow him through life to aid in protecting my darling sister; for
I love her with all my heart, and do here now swear to devote my life to
her service!’
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