The White Rose of MemphisFalkner, William C. (Clark)
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The White Rose of Memphis
Falkner, William C. (Clark)
Memphis (Tenn.) -- Fiction
“Bowles was sworn as a witness; he took the stand, and commenced
uttering falsehoods from the start; I was almost struck dumb with
astonishment at his total disregard of the solemn oath he had made to
tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. He wore a
bandage on his head, and pretended to be suffering intense pain from the
wound on it, while he had his leg in a sling. He stated that he ‘had
been attracted to the camp by the singing, and that as soon as he
arrived there he was insulted and abused in a most rude and vulgar
manner by the two boys, the girl joining in with them. He said that
while his back was turned toward the defendant he was knocked down with
a club, and the savage dog set on him, lacerating the flesh of his leg;
that as soon as he was able to regain his feet he had made his way home,
completely prostrated from loss of blood.’
“‘Shocking, shocking!’ growled the mayor savagely, as he began to open
and shut his mouth rapidly. ‘I wish I had the power to send all of them
to the Penitentiary; they are traveling thieves, no doubt.’
“‘We are no thieves, sir,’ exclaimed Harry, springing to his feet; ‘the
insinuation is false!’
“‘Silence, sir! How dare you insult this honorable court? I guess I’ll
put you where you won’t have a chance to murder anybody soon. Any other
witnesses, Mr. Bowles?’
“‘No, sir,’ said Bowles meekly, ‘that’s all.’
“‘Have you any witnesses, sir?’ he said to Harry.
“‘My sister was present, sir, and knows all about it.’
“‘Of course, of course, she was present; and I suppose you expect me to
believe what she has to say, ha?’
“‘She will tell you the truth, sir, and nothing but the truth, and I
hope no insinuation will be made to the contrary.’
“‘Ah, no doubt; come here, gal, and be sworn; and be sure you confine
yourself to the facts. What are you shaking that way for? Nobody wants
to eat you. Put your hand on this Bible.’
“Lottie was very much frightened, and was trembling like an aspen leaf.
Tears were streaming down her cheeks and I stepped to her side to
re-assure her.
“‘Take your seat, sir, and let her tell her own story,’ said the mayor,
as he thrust his huge finger at my nose.
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