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
"Well, don't cry, Adelaide. I shall not insist. I ought not to wonder that
you feel as you do especially since his death and about anything of the
same nature that caused it; but you will change your mind I am sure when
you see that my invention is entirely the reverse of the old and
everlastingly dangerous ones. I am going to have some experiments tried
with it by Government authority at the Indian Head Proving Grounds later
on, and I hope you will be induced to come and see for yourself that it
will be a blessing rather than a curse. It is ten times more powerful when
its power is needed than the horrible dynamite of which you have had such
a sad experience; but it is religiously believed that the very might of
it will make disastrous celebrations and even war practically impossible."
"Religiously believed!" exclaimed Adelaide. "I should say that it was
anything but religious to believe that disastrous celebrations and wars
are to be done away with by monstrous life destroying agencies instead of
the human and divine agencies of love and true friendliness. No! no, Mr.
Bombs! That is treacherous military pretense. We have never had any
Independence Day accidents here since the fireworks were abolished. We had
a great many before. Ruth Cornwallis began the crusade against them and
our Golden Rule President with his earnest appeals and wise prohibitions
made a clean sweep of them. You remember Laurens Cornwallis's mysterious
death. You said you would tell me what you knew about it when you came
back. Please tell me now, Mr. Bombs."
CHAPTER XXIII.
MR. BOMBS TELLS ALL HE KNOWS ABOUT LAURENS CORNWALLIS' MYSTERIOUS DEATH.
Bombs began to explain and Adelaide listened with silent attention until
he came to the point where he sent the four boys to the river bank to make
Laurens divide the fireworks with them.
"How could you think of doing such a thing?" she asked.
"I didn't stop to think, Miss Adelaide. I knew they were little rascals;
but I had a feeling that Laurens was too goody-goody, and that somehow or
other the two extremes would be equalized by setting them onto each
other."
"How dreadful! Mr. Bombs! And so you set your four little devils on to one
little angel, to overpower him? You must have known they would destroy
him!"
"No! No! Miss Adelaide. I did not know that. I had the unwisdom and
rashness of youth. I was only fifteen years old. I had a perfect passion
for pyro-spectacles. I had been brought up on them you know; and I had
faith in my inventions. They were intended to amuse, scare and mystify. I
had been taught early and late that danger gives zest to enjoyment.
Besides I had never known of anybody of consequence within my circle of
acquaintance, being killed by fireworks; and I was of the opinion that
they never would injure anybody except idiots, who deserved to be
injured."
"But you knew that Laurens Cornwallis was not an idiot, and that the boys
were reckless and the fireworks dangerous."
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