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
She whispered loud enough to be heard across the room and Schwarmer may or
may not have heard her. He continued:
"Don't be alarmed, my dear ladies. I wouldn't have the heart to hurt a
hair of your heads, nor a hair that belonged to your children. Be assured
I shall lay up nothing against you, and I'm not going to be hard with your
husbands and lovers either, rest assured I am not. Go in peace."
He waved his hand as though waving them out; but they did not "follow the
wave."
Mrs. Normander came to the front and gave the list of accidents as Ralph
had done at the mass meeting. She also repeated the statement that the
list was out of all proportion to that of other towns throughout the
state. Then she turned upon him squarely.
This being the case the question was, why it was so? "You know how that
question was settled at the meeting, Mr. Schwarmer, and the result."
"Yes, I know," said Schwarmer, "that my property was meddled with and I
know that accidents occur or are liable to occur all over the country on
the Fourth, and we don't know where they will occur, nor how many will
occur at a given point, most assuredly we don't, and we don't know just
how many occur in our own town. They are not always reported, or made much
of. There will be accidents on that day as a matter of course, truly there
always have been and must be--it's an accidental world--full of accident
policies--eh, ladies? The Fourth of July wouldn't be the Fourth without
accidents, surely it wouldn't, would it ladies?"
"Yes it would," said Mrs. Normander. "We have had one this year--a lovely
Fourth. We all enjoyed it--especially the children. They said they had
never had such a splendid Independence Day. They had no fireworks and not
a single one was hurt. We heard there was quite a serious accident at your
place where you had an elaborate pyrotechnic display."
"O! a small one, ladies, a very small one--truly very small--not worth
mentioning, ladies."
"Not for you," cried out a voice angrily; "but for the poor mother who
lost her child!"
She broke off sobbing. She was the widow whose little boy had died of
_tetanus_ a few years before. The ladies all knew it and were visibly
affected.
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