The Independence Day Horror at KillsburyCoolidge, Asenath Carver
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The Independence Day Horror at Killsbury
Coolidge, Asenath Carver
Children -- Death -- Fiction; Didactic fiction; Fireworks -- Fiction; Fourth of July -- Fiction
"How horrible!" exclaimed Adelaide. "What need have we for such powerful
explosives? Are we commanded to wreck the world--or grind it into powder?
I heard a few days ago of a man who had invented a machine that would
crunch up great rocks in its horrible jaws in less time than it takes a
dog to eat a bone. At that rate there wouldn't be a rock left in a few
years' time and the blessed earth would be little else than a succession
of pitfalls!"
"Pretty good," laughed Bombs. "It's time for the inventor of safety
appliances to come to the rescue, eh! Miss Adelaide."
"We cry safety! and yet there is no safety with such monsters all around
us. If we were all good and wise--full grown savants, we might talk of
safety--but there are the children who don't know how to use safety
appliances and the criminal who is using dynamite to terrorize the
railroads."
"There's where my explosive has the advantage. There isn't but one way to
explode it; and there's too much science about it for the child, the idiot
or the railroad dynamiter. He couldn't be on hand with an electric
battery; and it can't be exploded by accident.
"Let me show you something," said Bombs, fumbling in his pocket and
bringing forth a small piece of reddish brown substance. "You see how
harmless it looks; and so it is ordinarily but by employing certain
agencies it could be made to blow up as large an establishment as your
library building."
She shuddered involuntarily.
"I see you have no confidence in it, Miss Adelaide," he said tossing it up
and down in his hand. "I have some larger pieces in my traveling case. I
will prove them to you some day if you like."
"No! no! Mr. Bombs. I don't want any proof! This is no longer a fit place
for proving grounds, as you will see."
She looked out over the network of walks and added: "The children have
gone home to dinner, but they will be back again soon. They come and go
like the birds of heaven."
"O Adelaide, how cruel," exclaimed Bombs, half in jest. "If your father
were here, he would receive me with open arms. He would be proud to have
me show up my discoveries and inventions. He built the Queery at my
instigation; but you--"
"Father told me I might do as I liked and he knew I did not like dangerous
things. We were alone here for several weeks and we talked it all over and
made plans," sobbed Adelaide.
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