The White Rose of Memphis
William Falkner
William C. Falkner
The White Rose of Memphis
PUBLISHERS’ PREFACE
For thirty-one years, this book has met popular favor, and a sale of one hundred and sixty thousand copies. Its sale now is steadily increasing, notwithstanding the worn condition of the plates.
This 35th edition, now printed from new plates, is offered, believing it will outlive its fifty-six years of copyright.
But few works of fiction are accredited with such favor, or with such extensive circulation.
CHAPTER I
“SPEAK it out, captain; I know by your looks you have something to say, and I am full of curiosity to hear it.”
“Very true, my dear fellow; I have at last hit on a scheme which I think will prove very profitable, and will be glad to take you in as an equal partner.”
“Glad to hear it; I am ready for anything to make an honest living.”
“I have chartered the best boat on the river, and mean to put her to work on the line between here and New Orleans, and shall of course be her commander, and would be glad to have you take charge of the office, and we will divide profits.”
“I am truly grateful, captain, for the manifestation of confidence contained in your offer, and will gladly undertake the business.”
“Very good; then we may consider it settled so far. The next thing to be done is to get up a handsome advertisement, and meantime the boat must be re-painted, re-furnished and overhauled generally.”
“Give the necessary instructions as to these things, captain, and draw on me for my share of the expenses. By the by, what boat have you chartered?”
“The �Star of the West;’ but I will have her name changed, as I do not like that one. What shall her new name be?”
“I leave that to you, and trust you will select a pretty name; there is nothing like having a pretty name for a pretty boat. Shakespeare was decidedly mistaken when he thought that there was nothing in a name.”
“I agree with you there, Sam, and insist that you shall select the name.”
“No, no; but I’ll tell you what we will do: you write down three names, and I’ll write three; we’ll put them in a hat, and the first one drawn shall be her name.”
“All right.”
The names were written, placed in the captain’s hat, and Sam was requested to draw out one.
“What have you got, Sam?” said the captain.
“The prettiest name that ever was seen on a wheel-house. You might have given me a month to think about it, and I never should have thought of such a sweet-sounding name.”
“Well, what is it?”
“THE WHITE ROSE OF MEMPHIS.”
“I am truly glad to know that you think it a pretty name, and we will have the letters made in gold.”
“When can we be ready to start, captain?”
“It will take six weeks to get everything ready. We must manage to make a grand display when we start on our first trip.”
“You had better prepare the advertisement, then, and let it appear at once. Suppose we give a grand masquerade ball on board just before we start.”
“Capital idea, Sam; we’ll make the first trip one of pleasure, so as to attract the attention of the public. I’ll prepare the advertisement at once.”
The foregoing conversation was carried on between Captain Oliver Quitman and Samuel Brazzleman, two well-known and very popular steam-boat men of Memphis, whose experience in that business had won for them an established reputation for reliability and integrity.
The following advertisement appeared in one of the morning papers a few days after the conversation above related:
The new and splendid passenger boat, “White Rose of Memphis,” has been purchased by Captain Oliver Quitman, and will be put on the line between Memphis and New Orleans. She will start on her first trip at 9 A. M., on May 1st, for the Crescent City, under the immediate command of her owner. Samuel Brazzleman will officiate at the clerk’s desk, and Dave Halliman, at the wheel. The old reliable river man, Thomas Henderson, has agreed to take charge of the engine. Professor Frazzlebrains’s splen