The White Rose of MemphisFalkner, William C. (Clark)
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The White Rose of Memphis
Falkner, William C. (Clark)
Memphis (Tenn.) -- Fiction
“I was delighted to see Harry so cheerful under his sufferings, because
it was plain that his wound was paining him. His leg was broken about
three inches above the ankle joint; but thanks to the skillful old
surgeon, no lameness or deformity resulted from it, and in less than
four weeks he was able to walk without crutches. The railroad men from
far and near came to see Harry, and they almost worshiped him. The old
engineer came every day to inquire how he was getting on, calling Harry
his brave little hero. Mrs. Bramlett was unremitting in her attention to
Harry, overwhelming him with grateful thanks. She said that her husband
had concluded to go with us to Memphis, and never to part from us until
he saw us safely landed with Harry’s uncle. The days of Harry’s
convalescence were days of unalloyed happiness to me; for I had nothing
to do but to saunter among the flowers with Lottie, while Harry was with
Viola all the time.”
The queen requested Ingomar to suspend a while. Then the party began to
promenade the deck.
CHAPTER VIII.
SCOTTIE was leaning on the arm of Ivanhoe, as they promenaded the deck,
conversing in subdued tones.
“Have you noticed that lady with black silk domino and yellow mask?”
“No; what about her?”
“That’s she leaning on the arm of the old gentleman with long, white
whiskers. I suppose he is her father. Her movements have a mystery about
them that excited my curiosity. She has been listening to Ingomar
attentively all the time, yet she never speaks a word to any one, except
the old gentleman, nor does she mingle with our party; yet she follows
Ingomar wherever he goes, as though she was a spy on his track.”
“Indeed! that is strange; and to add to the mystery, I see that those
two seedy men have kept close to Ingomar all the time, and appear to be
in earnest conversation, which is always carried on in whispers. I think
something unusual will develop itself soon.”
“So do I; but I hope it will be nothing against Ingomar; I believe he is
a perfect gentleman.”
“I hope you may be right there; but it won’t do to judge by
appearances.”
“Look, look! see that woman in the black domino! she is pointing at
Ingomar now, and whispering to the old gentleman. I heard her say in a
whisper to the same person last night that the suspense was killing her;
now, what could that mean?”
“You are too much for me there; but we must wait patiently for further
developments; meantime, let us get our party together and hear more of
Ingomar’s story.”
“Yes, yes; I am anxious to hear more; go see the queen, and ask her to
order the tale continued.”
“About five weeks after Harry had been hurt Mr. Bramlett came into his
room, and after talking for a few minutes on general topics, he handed
him a roll of bank bills, containing one thousand dollars.
“‘Take this, my brave little hero,’ said he, ‘as a present from Viola;
and if ever the time comes when you should need a friend, just write to
me, and I promise you that I will respond.’
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