As to the rest of the crowd that wended their way homeward that night it is safe to say that there was not a soul among them that did not feel elated with the thought that they had done a deed that would save more than one mother’s heart from anguish on the day that was fast approaching, and might be the means of saving scores upon scores in the years that were to come.
The Golden Rule President was more than pleased when he found that the shortest way had been made available, and that the people, “the blessed people,” had caught the inspiration of Divinity and had done their own work.
Editor Parnell’s report was a luminous one; but whether it hit the conscience or pride of one of the passengers on the Killsbury train the next morning will be revealed hereafter.
CHAPTER XII.
A GOOD CELEBRATION—ADELAIDE SCHWARMER AND RUTH’S DOG.
Ralph learned that the Schwarmer Pyrotechnics and the agent employed to show them off had come as usual on the midnight train. His wife and daughter had also come, so as a matter of course there would be an extra display. They did not come every year as Schwarmer himself did.
“They were in London last Fourth and were royally entertained by a celebrated Pyrotechnist, who invented a patriotic piece called Eagle’s Screams on purpose for them,” said Ralph.
“Perhaps they brought one home with them.” laughed Ruth.