L. Frank Baum

“ An instant later he cried aloud, in a voice of fear:
"Get out, Hetty! Run—for your life!"
"Run yourself, Thursday, if there's danger," she coolly returned.
But he shouted "Run—run—run!" in such thrilling, compelling tones that the girl shrank away and dashed across the vacant lot to the hotel before she turned again in time to see Smith leap from the window and make a dash toward the rear. He was carrying something—something extended at arms' length before him—and he crossed the lane and ran far into the field before stooping to set down his burden. ”

“ This time Thursday Smith was the hero.
Hetty Hewitt, it seems, was having a desperate struggle to quell the longings of her heart for the allurements of the great city. She had been for years a thorough Bohemienne, frequenting cafés, theatres and dance halls, smoking and drinking with men and women of her class and, by degrees, losing every womanly quality with which nature had generously endowed her. ”

“ Men, women and children poured from the houses in scant attire, all unnerved and fearful, crying for an explanation of the explosion.
"Keep mum, Hetty," said Smith, warningly. "It will do no good to tell them the truth."
She nodded, realizing it was best the villagers did not suspect that an enemy of the newspaper had placed them all in dire peril. ”