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 boat moves slowly up stream until a point opposite the mouth of Wolf
river is reached, then makes a graceful curve to the left, and comes
flying past the city with a speed never equaled by any other boat on
that river. As the “White Rose” passed the last crowd on the bluff a
tremendous shout rose from a thousand voices, which was answered by the
throng of passengers who lined the deck of the boat. As the golden rays
of the morning sun glanced down against the side of the boat, and played
and danced with the painted glass of her cabin, a thousand dazzling
streaks of light flashed back, presenting a sight of indescribable
beauty. It was but a few moments until the boat passed round the bend
below President’s Island, and shut off from view the tall domes of the
bluff city; but the fresh green foliage with which the tall trees were
clothed presented a scene of beauty on which the beholders gazed with
delight. As might have been expected, quite a sensation was created
among the large crowd of passengers when a dozen or more men and women
appeared on deck disguised with as many different and curious costumes.
A murmur of dissatisfaction rose among some of the passengers, which
threatened to produce trouble; but finally it subsided when the clerk
announced the fact that all the maskers were well known to him, and that
they were respectable people.
“How is your royal highness this morning?” said the Duke of Wellington,
as he shook hands with George III.
“First rate, first rate, my lord. How is it with you?”
“Fine, fine, sir! Splendid day this! By the by, where is the emperor?”
“Here he is. Now let us commence the siege at once. I see her Majesty,
the queen of Sheba, and her attendants, are waiting for us. The Scottish
queen has marshaled her forces on the hurricane deck.”
“How is that?” demanded the emperor.
“They have all taken seats in a circle, and seem determined to continue
the selfish plan. Now we will take seats at a respectable distance from
them--just so as to be in hearing distance, and begin the battle
according to our original plan. Our object is to so rouse their
curiosity as to force them to come to our side, or in other words, to
induce them to come and mingle with us. A little skillful maneuvering on
our part, and the victory is ours.”
“Lead, lead, my gallant king! You shall be our commander in this fight.
Take the queen of Sheba to the field, and the emperor and I will bring
up the maids of honor, and then let the skirmishing begin.”
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