The Third Alarm: A Story of the New York Fire DepartmentFord, James L. (James Lauren)
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The Third Alarm: A Story of the New York Fire Department
Ford, James L. (James Lauren)
Fire fighters -- New York (State) -- New York -- Juvenile fiction; New York (N.Y.). Fire Department -- Juvenile fiction
The young girl colored up to the roots of her hair as she opened the
letter and hastily read it. Then she handed it to her father to read and
she knew from the expression of his face that its contents were anything
but pleasing to him. When he had finished it he said to her sternly: “I
am surprised indeed, Laura, that you should discuss family secrets which
you do not yourself comprehend, with a boy who is a complete stranger to
us all, and I am grieved to learn that you went down to the hospital to
visit him without saying anything about it to me or to your aunt. How
did you ever come to mention the name of Mr. Dexter to this boy and how
did he ever learn anything about this dark bearded man with the scar?
Years ago, as you and Harry know perfectly well, you were both forbidden
to go near the Dexter house or ask any questions concerning him or his
family. I had excellent reasons for not discussing with you matters
which you are still too young to understand. Now tell me how you came to
seek information from this young rascal with whom you are carrying on a
secret correspondence.”
Laura, who had listened to her father’s words with downcast eyes, bit
her lips angrily when she heard Bruce called “a young rascal.” She did
not wish to tell her father the secret which she felt belonged by right
not to her but to Bruce, and yet she knew that she must make some sort
of reply, so she answered after a moment’s hesitation: “He knew Mr.
Dexter because he was sent up there on an errand that day that he found
Harry with his sprained ankle and brought him home. So we got to talking
about him and I told him that Harry and I had been forbidden to go near
the house.”
[Illustration: Then Laura began to cry.—_Page 203._]
Then Laura began to cry and her father, having peremptorily ordered her
not to reply to Bruce’s letter, started for his office, stopping a
moment to tell Mr. Reed what had happened, and to bid him put a stop at
once to the intimacy with the young fireman who had, as he imagined,
transgressed the law of hospitality by writing letters to the young
girl.
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