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Updated: June 3, 2025
Carteret was reading under the Pintsch drop-light at the table. It was the chaperon who applied the firing spark to the electrical possibilities. "Didn't I hear you talking to some one out on the platform, Virginia?" she asked. "Yes, it was Mr. Winton. He came to make his excuses." Mr. Somerville Darrah awoke out of his tobacco reverie with a start. "Hah!" he said fiercely.
"Judson: he has just turned up, walking from Little Butte, he says, with a pretty badly bruised ankle. He is loaded to the muzzle with news of some sort, and he wants to know if you'll take him with you to An " The draftsman, facing the group under the Pintsch globe at the other end of the open compartment, stopped suddenly and his big jaw grew rigid.
We give in the accompanying figures the arrangement of the different apparatus necessary for the manufacture and compression of illuminating gas on the system of Mr. Pintsch, as well as the arrangements adopted by the inventor for the lighting of railway cars and buoys. This system has been adopted to some extent in both Germany and England, and is also being introduced into France.
This engine was a source of great expense to him, as well as the chief point in a fine scheme. He had made brass rails for it sufficient to extend about the four sides of the studio something like seventy feet. He had made most handsome passenger-cars with full equipment of brakes, vestibules, Pintsch gas, and so on, and had painted on their sides "The Great Pullman Line."
With her lips to Lidgerwood's ear she said: "Tell me, Howard; how soon should a chaperon begin to make a diversion? I'm only an apprentice, you know. Does it occur to you that these young persons need to be shocked into a better appreciation of the conventions?" There was a small Pintsch globe in the hollow of the "umbrella roof," with its single burner turned down to a mere pea of light.
And this is the way Thomas Jefferson turned his back on three and a half years of Beersheba, with hot tears in his eyes and an angry word on his lips. The Pintsch lights were burning brightly in the Pullman, and these and the tears blinded him.
Into the Lalla Rookh, dark and quiet, around the smoking-room, down the aisle, and facing Eleven; there the Pintsch light dimly burned, the draperies slowly swayed in front of the darkened berth. Raz Brown gripped the curtains preliminarily. "Tickets, ma'am." There was a heavy pause. "Tickets!" No response. "C'nduct'h wants youh tickets, ma'am." The silence could be cut with an axe.
The Pintsch lights overhead vibrated with blinding rapidity in the long, sliding jar that ran through the train from end to end, and the momentum of its speed suddenly decreasing, all but pitched the conductor from his seat.
The Pintsch burned dim; the Teton song crooned through the ventilators; the wheels of the Lalla Rookh struck muffled at the fish-plates; the curtains of Section Eleven swung slowly in and out of the berth but the head was not there. A creepy feeling touched his back; his first impulse was to ignore the incident, go into the stateroom and lie down.
And all the rest of that strange night the passengers, sitting up in their unmade beds, in the swaying car, lighted by a strange mingling of pallid dawn and trembling Pintsch lights, rushing at break-neck speed through the misty rain, were oppressed by a vision of figures of terror, far behind them in the night they had left, masked, armed, galloping toward the mountains pistol in hand, the booty bound to the saddle bow, galloping, galloping on, sending a thrill of fear through all the country side.
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