The White Rose of MemphisFalkner, William C. (Clark)
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The White Rose of Memphis
Falkner, William C. (Clark)
Memphis (Tenn.) -- Fiction
“The mayor seemed to be at a loss how to proceed; for he was afraid to
offend Doctor Dodson, who had been his family physician for many years;
besides this, he was largely indebted to the doctor; and it was not
exactly convenient for him to pay the debt just then. On the other hand,
Benjamin Bowles was the son of a merchant to whom he was owing a very
considerable sum, and he was anxious to decide the case so as not to
offend him. The idea of deciding the case according to the rules of law
and justice from the evidence never for a moment came into his mind.
“‘My dear doctor,’ said the mayor, as he scrambled up from his seat,
‘let me consult with you a moment privately.’
“The doctor followed him into a private room, when the mayor said:
‘Doctor, what do you know about those three children?’
“‘I know enough to convince me that the boys are heroes, and that the
girl is a lovely little heroine. I know that they are friendless
orphans, which should entitle them to the sympathies of all good men. I
know that any one who would oppress or wrong them ought to go to the ----’
“‘Yes, yes, I know, doctor; I’ll discharge them at once.’
“‘You should never have molested them at first. What business had that
Bowles boy at their camp, I should like to know? You knew that he was
the meanest, most unprincipled boy in this county, and I am surprised
that you should so far have forgotten yourself as to have those poor
helpless children dragged into court as if they were thieves. Now
that’s what I think of the whole business. You go in there and discharge
those children immediately, else we are enemies for life.’
“‘Oh, my dear doctor, I beseech you, don’t for a moment imagine that I
would oppress the orphans, or deal harshly with the helpless. I was
going to discharge them anyway. I was merely investigating the case for
form’s sake. You know one has to appear stern and unbending sometimes,
while his heart is melting with pity.’
“‘Yes, I know how it is. I have long been acquainted with the secret
goodness of your heart; I wonder how you could keep it smothered so
well.’
“‘Ah! doc, one in my position has much to contend with. It’s a difficult
thing to hold the scales of justice so as to be impartial. I am not fit
to be in office--my heart is too tender; I can’t keep from sympathizing
with the weak and helpless, even when they have violated the law. I
think I shall resign.’
“‘I would if I were you; your heart is too tender for the place; but let
us go in and have the children discharged.’
“The mayor resumed his seat, adjusted his spectacles, and deliberately
surveyed the crowd.
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