The Lightning Conductor Discovers AmericaWilliamson, C. N. (Charles Norris)
General
The Lightning Conductor Discovers America
Williamson, C. N. (Charles Norris)
Automobiles -- Fiction
Well, when at last we arrived, the damage wasn't as bad as we expected,
for the fire had started by day. Wasn't it sickening, a woman (one of
Kidd's Pines' "paying guests") had upset a lot of alcohol from a spirit
lamp. That was the way it began. And she didn't give the alarm at first:
she was afraid of the consequences to herself, and she and her maid
tried to put the fire out. Of course the room got thoroughly alight
before anything was properly done. One wing of the house is half in
ruins. Nothing else is hurt much, except by water. But, as the telegram
said, every one cleared out, as rats leaving a sinking ship. And would
you believe it, there is _no_ insurance! How _like_ Larry!
I've been trying to forget my worries for a while, writing this long
letter to you, and leaving the worst for the last. But really, I don't
know what is to be done about Larry and Pat. If it weren't for what
Peter Storm told me at Wenham in Aunt Mary's garret, I--oh, I mustn't
tread on _that_ ground, though! I forgot that the time limit isn't up.
Pat and Larry wouldn't come to stay with us after all. Their rooms were
not hurt, and they wanted to stop at home. Caspian and Mrs. S. are
there, too. I wish they weren't. But I hear that C---- is soon starting
for New York on business. I hope to goodness it's true! Peter also had
to go there this morning, by the earliest train--a milk train or an egg
train or something, and there won't be any news worth having until
to-morrow, I suppose. This is only the morning after our night rush from
Great Barrington. I hardly slept, and neither did Jack, but we are both
keyed up with excitement, guessing why Peter Storm is in New York. I
don't know just when he can get back, or whether he'll come here, or go
straight to Kidd's Pines--or to his lodgings. But Jack and I shall motor
over early in the old car this afternoon to see how dear Patsey gets on.
I'll post this, and write you again the minute I have something to tell.
Ever Your MOLLY.
XXX
EDWARD CASPIAN TO DANIEL WINTERTON
_Great Barrington, Mass._
SIR:
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account