The White Rose of MemphisFalkner, William C. (Clark)
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The White Rose of Memphis
Falkner, William C. (Clark)
Memphis (Tenn.) -- Fiction
“Doctor Dodson had the utmost contempt for idle young men, and usually
expressed his opinion in language by no means complimentary to that
class. I was highly pleased to know that I was to be admitted into the
firm as an equal partner--it would enable me to support my Lottie as a
lady in that station of life to which her accomplishments and beauty
entitled her. It was my duty to make known my engagement to Mr.
Rockland, and to ask his consent to our marriage; and this was a task
which I dreaded exceedingly; because I was not so sure that he would
sanction the union. Mr. Rockland was a first-class lawyer who had
accumulated a splendid fortune by his profession, and he was one of
those austere, cold-natured kind of men whose ambition had usurped many
of his good qualities; yet he loved Lottie with all his heart, and so
did his wife; but I had a strong suspicion that they were inclined to
encourage Mr. Heartsell in his suit for Lottie’s hand. The more I
thought the matter over, the more I dreaded to mention it to Mr.
Rockland; I had a high regard for him because he loved Lottie. He had
given her a home, a real happy home, where she had been surrounded with
all the comforts and luxuries that money could procure; he had given her
a first-class education--nay, more than that, he had educated Harry, who
was now preparing to enter the legal profession with brilliant
prospects. Mr. Rockland was always busy--in fact, he was injuring his
health by incessant labor, and I knew he would be annoyed if I should
attempt to seek an interview with him during business hours; I therefore
watched for an opportunity to speak to him when he should be passing
from his office to his residence. One evening, about three days after
Lottie had promised to marry me, I saw Mr. Rockland walking toward his
residence, with a large bundle of papers under his arm. He was looking
very pale and sad, and I felt my knees trembling as I approached him for
the purpose of speaking to him about Lottie.
“‘Are you in a great hurry, Mr. Rockland?’ I inquired timidly.
“‘Yes, Edward,’ was the solemn answer, ‘I am always in a hurry; but why
do you ask the question?’
“‘I was wanting to speak to you about a matter of great moment; but if
you are busy, I can wait.’
“‘Will it occupy much time, Edward?’
“‘No, sir.’
“‘Then walk with me to my residence, and I’ll hear what you have to
say.’
“I walked in silence by his side as he led the way to his home. Lottie
met us at the gate, and greeted Mr. Rockland with a kiss, then took my
arm.
“‘What is the matter with you, Eddie? you look as if you had been ill.’
“‘You must be mistaken, Lottie, for I never was in better health in my
life.’
“‘Come then with me into the garden; I wish to show you my new pet--it
is the prettiest one of all.’
“‘I beg you will excuse me just now; I have come to see Mr. Rockland on
a matter of importance; and he has kindly granted me an interview; when
that is attended to, I shall be more than pleased to see your pets.’
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