The White Rose of MemphisFalkner, William C. (Clark)
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The White Rose of Memphis
Falkner, William C. (Clark)
Memphis (Tenn.) -- Fiction
“‘Are you tired, Lottie?’ inquired Harry after we had marched about five
miles from the city. ‘If you are, we will stop and rest awhile.’
“With her usual smile lighting up her sweet face, she answered in the
negative, shaking her head till the golden curls danced about her
shoulders. ‘Go on, brother, pray don’t mind me; I am not the least
tired.’
“As the sun began to disappear behind the steep hill that rose on the
west side of the road, and the shadows of the tall trees on the hill-top
were growing very long, we began to think of the manner in which we
should pass the night.
“‘Shall we stop at a way-side inn?’ said Harry; ‘or shall we camp in the
woods?’
“‘We had better camp out,’ I replied; ‘because we will soon be out of
money if we undertake to secure lodging at a way-side inn.’
“This was the first time that the money question had been mentioned or
thought of by either of us. Harry and I both instinctively commenced to
examine our pockets to see how much money we could command, and found
that the sum total, when put together, amounted to two dollars and
seventy-five cents.
“‘I have got twenty-five cents,’ exclaimed Lottie, as she produced the
shining coin from her pocket, and handed it to Harry, looking as if she
thought it sufficient for all expenses.
“Harry was unanimously chosen cashier, and the funds all handed over to
him, the grand total amounting to three dollars; and this little sum was
all we had to depend on for our subsistence. Harry sighed as he held the
money in his hand, evidently beginning to reflect seriously now (when it
was too late) as to the folly of undertaking such a journey with so
small a sum of money. This was perhaps the first time that either of us
had given a thought to the question of finance, and those who are
inclined to sneer at our ignorance must not lose sight of the fact that
we had a double excuse for it. In the first place we were mere
children--I being then in my thirteenth year, Harry in his twelfth, and
Lottie not quite eleven. Besides this, we had been so suddenly deprived
of both our parents that our great sorrow absorbed all our thoughts; but
now, when the situation began to be disclosed, it was too late to mend
the matter.
“‘We will not stop in a house,’ observed Harry sadly. ‘We can’t afford
to incur the expense. We must economize in every way we can.’
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