For the Love of Temperance (The Adventures of Ichabod Temperance Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

“Ahhh”       “Ahhhhh”
                                   “Ahhh”
    “Listen, Miss Plumtartt, the mechanical sounds are starting up again in the pit.”
    “Yes, however, the sounds have a different quality at this time, eh hem?”
    “Yes, Ma’am. These are not the sounds of construction, they are that of a smoothly operating machine.”
    “Here is a new sound, Mr. Temperance. There is a vibratory thrum in the air. My conjecture is that some sort of dynamo, or engine of some sort has now been brought to life.”
    Professor Dymwitte continues his vocal, musical, and semaphorical attempts at communication.
    “Mr. Temperance, something rises from behind the berm!”
    “Gosh, it’s like two pie plates, stacked one atop the other, the top plate being upside down and resting on the bottom plate, rim to rim. It must be thirty or forty feet from side to side.”
    “My word, Mr. Temperance, the cabin is rising again, still. This circular bridge sits upon three, spidery stilts. These segmented legs are telescopic and extend themselves to an astounding height.”
    “Golly, Miss Plumtartt, I think the Professor has allowed his conducting efforts to coincide with his excitement. The Professor’s five-note tune is galloping along unchecked. He is conducting his performers into a climactic crescendo!”
    “Look there, Mr. Temperance, a glass enclosed rod, with a bulbous rear and circular, concave, pan for a head is swinging into place atop the viewing platform.”
    {{{Kuh- Chunk!!!}}}
    One by one, the entire cast of performers stops singing, playing, and wagging.
    “I say, that was a most disconcerting ‘gun being cocked’-like sound, was it not, as the afore mentioned device firmly affixed itself into a seated position, eh hem?”
    “Yes, Ma’am, Miss Plumtartt, Ma’am, that there device what has locked itself on top of this water tower from the interplanetary ranges has a real life weapon aura to it, and that’s a fact.”
    “There is a definite sense of menace in the stance of our voidal visitor as well, would you not agree?”
    “Yes, Ma’am, Miss Plumtartt, Ma’am. Gosh, it’s looking like many of Professor Dymwitte’s gathered ensemble are deciding to vamoose.”
    wuh-hooomm, wuh-hooomm,
    “Golly, Miss Plumtartt, I can feel the awful throb pulsating off that horrible pan-headed rod all the way to my marrow.”
    “Look there, Mr. Temperance, the glass insulator plates running the length of the energy-rod, are lighting up. Faster and faster, the  sequentially flashing lights are chasing one another down the light pole!”
    {{{SKRRR- BZZZCK -CK-CK-CK-CK!!!}}}
    A beam of lavender light radiates from the pan head. Cracking snaps and spits fill the air in an impossible sound riot.
    Screams of fear and pain erupt from the collected muses, for anything metallic that the mildly purple beam encounters immediately becomes burning hot. Flutes are flung. The brass instruments instantly become hot potatoes and are abandoned in a headlong flight from the field. Rings and belt buckles quickly become unbearable. Even clarinets have metal bits and are immediately treacherous. Cymbals and xylophones become flaming discs and ringing razors.
    “Run Miss Plumtartt, get to the wagon!”
    “Why does Clementine not flee? She is clearly terrified.”
    “Bolt is making her stay. Okay, we’re in, let’s go!”
    “Roof!”
    “Okay, is everybody all right? Good, as soon as we get to safety we’ll...”
    “Mr. Temperance, the purple ray swings this way!”
    “Augh, we’re hit! My boot buckles are on fire! My belt buckle is on fire! The pennies in my pocket! Ow! Ow! Ow!”
    “The wagon is on fire, Mr. Temperance!”
    “I can’t get Clementine to stop! Bolt doesn’t want her to stop. Here you go, smother the fire with the blankets.”
    “Are you badly burned, Mr. Temperance?”
    “No Ma’am, not too bad. The molten metal burned its way free so that it fell away pretty