Mrs. Georgie Sheldon, Threads gathered up (1887)
“ She found her at last, and her heart sank within her as she saw her condition, for the poor creature was wedged between a demolished berth and the side of the car in such a way that it seemed impossible to rescue her.It was a sickening sight, for, already, Virgie could see little tongues of flame leaping up all about her and shooting out toward her as if eager for their prey, while the smoke was rapidly growing denser.The woman saw it, too, and her face was almost convulsed with agony and fear.“Oh, do help me,” she prayed. “I shall be burned. I cannot die such a horrible death.” ”
