The White Rose of MemphisFalkner, William C. (Clark)
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The White Rose of Memphis
Falkner, William C. (Clark)
Memphis (Tenn.) -- Fiction
“‘Well, you have my good wishes in this new enterprise, and if I can
assist you, command me; but here we are at the gate--will you walk in
and take tea with me?’
“‘No, not to-night, Wallingford; I’ll go home now; but where can I see
you early in the morning?’
“‘At my office.’
“‘Very well, I’ll call early. Good-night, and pleasant dreams to you.’
“When Heartsell parted with Wallingford he sauntered toward his home
whistling ‘Mollie Darling’ while visions of triumph floated gaily before
his imagination. Since the dreaded enemy had ingloriously fled, he
thought as the victor he was entitled to the spoils; in other words, he
imagined that since Demar’s flight, Lottie would be glad to throw
herself into his arms. He was vain enough to believe that she would be
ready to thank him for the great service he had rendered and ask his
pardon for having once rejected his suit.
“When Wallingford arrived at home he went immediately to his sleeping
room to change his toilet before the supper bell rang. Lighting the gas
and looking at his watch, he found it only lacked five minutes to eight;
he hurriedly began to arrange his dress. Ten minutes had elapsed after
he entered the room when he was startled by a loud scream that went
ringing through the house; he ran rapidly to Lottie’s boudoir.
“‘What is the matter, mother?’ exclaimed Wallingford, as he appeared at
the door where he saw Lottie lying insensible on a sofa, and Mrs.
Rockland standing in the middle of the room wringing her hands,
apparently wild with terror. ‘Speak, mother! what in Heaven’s name has
happened?’
“‘Some terrible news must have been brought in that letter, for she
still holds it crumpled up in her hand. Doctor Demar’s clerk delivered
it to her a few moments ago, and when she began to read it she turned
deadly pale, then screamed and fainted.’
“‘Demar has eloped with another woman, and she has just now found it
out!’
“‘Merciful Providence! my son, is that true?’
“‘It is certainly so; and I trust she will at once discard the hateful
villain’s memory from her mind.’
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