“No; but she needn't read out that way.” “She can't read any other way,” said Euphemia, drowsily. “Yell af ter yell res oun ded as he wil dly spr rang--” “I can't stand that, and I won't,” said I. “Why don't she go into the kitchen?--the dining-room's no place for her.” “She must not sit there,” said Euphemia. “There's a window-pane out. Can't you cover up your head?” “I shall not be able to breathe if I do; but I suppose that's no matter,” I replied. The reading continued. “Ha, ha! Lord Mar mont thun der ed thou too shalt suf fer all that this poor--” I sprang out of bed. Euphemia thought I was going for my pistol, and she gave one bound and stuck her head out of the door. “Pomona, fly!” she cried. “Yes, sma'am,” said Pomona; and she got up and flew--not very fast, I imagine. Where she flew to I don't know, but she took the lamp with her, and I could hear distant syllables of agony and blood, until the boarder came home and Pomona went to bed. I think that this made an impression upon Euphemia, for, although she did not speak to me upon the subject (or any other) that night, the next time I heard Pomona reading, the words ran somewhat thus: “The as ton ish ing che ap ness of land is ac count ed for by the want of home mar kets, of good ro ads and che ap me ans of trans por ta ti on in ma ny sec ti ons of the State.” CHAPTER IV. TREATING OF A NOVEL STYLE OF BURGLAR. I have spoken of my pistol. During the early part of our residence at Rudder Grange I never thought of such a thing as owning a pistol. But it was different now. I kept a Colt's revolver loaded in the bureau drawer in our bedroom. The cause of this change was burglars. Not that any of these unpleasant persons had visited us, but we much feared they would. Several houses in the vicinity had been entered during the past month, and we could never tell when our turn would come. To be sure, our boarder suggested that if we were to anchor out a little further at night, no burglar would risk catching his death of cold by swimming out to us; but Euphemia having replied that it would be rather difficult to move a canal-boat every night without paddle-wheels, or sails, or mules, especially if it were aground, this plan was considered to be effectually disposed of. So we made up our minds that we must fasten up everything very securely, and I bought a pistol and two burglar-alarms. One of these I affixed to the most exposed window, and the other to the door which opened on the deck. These alarms were very simple affairs, but they were good enough. When they were properly attached to a window or door, and it was opened, a little gong sounded like a violently deranged clock, striking all the hours of the day at once.