Litchfield enquirer., 1875-07-08
phemia were below. SO [ followed.

of the dining-room, into which the stairs led. could not see him, but put my fhand against him as l was feeling my way across the foor egz s'ss45f 2 z zeti sasl | Iwhispered to him:
 Shall we put our backs together and revolve and fire?''
 "No," he whispered back, "not now; he may be on a shelf by this time, or under q table. Let's look him up.
 l confess that I N as not very anxious to look him up, but followed the boarder, as he slowly made his way toward the kitchen door. AS we opened the door we lnstlnctiyely stopped. -..t -.4..s s...
 The window was open, and by the light of the moon that shone in, we saw the ras- eel standing on chair, leaning out of the window. evidently inst ready to escape. Fortunately, we were unheard.
 ''Let's pull him in, whispered the boarder
 | "No," whispered in reply. '.We don't | want him in. Let's hoist him out" "An right, returned the boarder 1 We laid our pistols on the floor, and softly approached the window. Being barefooted, our steps were noiseless.
 "Hoist when count three,' breathed the boarder into my ear. We reached the chair. Each of us took hold of two of it's legs.
 One-two-three!" said the boarder, and together we gave tremenduous lift and shot the wretch out of the window. The tide was high, and there was good deal of water around the boat. We heard a rousing splash outside.
 Now there was no need of silence s'Shall we run on deck and shoot him as he swims?" I cried.
 | "No," said the bearder, s'Wen get the boat-hook and jab him if he tries to climb up.
 L We rushed on deck. II seized the boat. hook and looked over the side. But saw no one. .. ...
 ''Hes gone to the bottom 1' I exclaim- ed.
 'He didn't go very far then," said the boarder, ''for it's not more than two feet deep there."
 Just then our attention was attracted by a voice from the shore.
 ''Will you please let down the gang plank?"
 We looked ashore and there stood Po- mona, dripping from every pore.
 We spoke no words, but lowered the gang-plank. ...- .....
 She came aboard.
 Good night!" said the boarder, and he went to bed.
 "Pomonat' said I, "what have you been doing?" -
 ''Iwas lookin' at the moon, sir, when pop! the chair bounced, and out went. |"
 ''You shouldn't do that, said, ,sternly ''Some day you'll be drowned. Take off your wet things and go to bed"
 "Yes, sma'am-sir, 1 mean" said she, | and She, went down stairs l When I reached nay room I lighted the lamp, and found Euphemia still under the bed. .
 ''Is it all right?" she asked.
 "Yes," I answered. ''There was no burglar Pomona fell out of the win dow" @ "
 '.Did you get her plaster?" asked Euphemia, drowsilv. ss..-.. ..
 s'No. she did not need one She's all right now. Were you worried about me, ldear2" sss = zsss- a ks5s ss
 '.No. I trusted in you entirely. and I think dozed little under the bed.''
 In one minute she was asleep.
 The boarder and did not make this matter a subject of conversation after wards, but Euphemia gave tbe girl lec- ture on her careless ways, and made her take several Dover's powders the next day. ~
 An important fact in domestic economy was discovered about this time by Euphe- mia and myself. Perhaps We were not the first to discover it, but we certainly did find 1t out, and this fact was, that house keeping cost money. At the end of every week we counted up our expenditures-it was no trouble at all to count up our re- ceipts--and every week the result was more unsatisfactory,
 ''If we could only get rid of the dlsa- greeable balance that has to be taken along all the time, and which gets bigger and bigger like snow-ball, l think we would find the accounts more satisfacto- "" said Euphemia.
 This was on Saturday night. We al- ways got out our pencils paper and money at the end of the week
 ''Yes," sad I, with an attempt to ap- pear facetious and unconcerned, 'but it would all be we'll enough if we could take that snow-ball to the fire and melt it | down" -f
 But there never is any fire where there are snow balls,' D said Euphemia .
 "No," said ], ''and that's just the trou- ble."
 It was on the following Thursday. when | l came home in the evening" that Euphe- . CT surprised me to see her look so happy, for she had been very quiet and preoccu- pied for the first part of the week So much so, indeed, that I had thought of ordering smaller roasts for a week or two, and taking her to Thomas Concert with the money saved. But this evening she looked as if she did not need Thomas's s orchestra.
 "What makes you so bright, my dear?" said l, when l hadgreeted her. ''Has anything jolly happened?"
 "No,, said she; ''nothing yet, but I am goiug to make fire to melt snow balls." 4..
 Of course was very anxious to know how she was going to do it, but she would not tell me. It was plan that she in- tended to keep to herself until she saw how it worked. did not press her, be- cause she had SD few secrets. and I did not hear anything about this plan until it had been carried out.
 Her scheme was as follows: After think ing over our financial condition and pug zling her brain to find out some way of betterlng 1t. she had come to the conclu- tiOn that she would make some money by her own exertions, to help defray our household expenses. She had never made any money, but that was no season why she should not begin. 1t was too bad that I should have to toil and toll and not make nearly enough money after all. So she would go to work and earn money with her own hands. l She had heard of an establishment in the city, where ladies of limited means. or tranciently impecunious. could, in very quiet and private way. get sewing to do. They could thus provide for their needs without anyone but the officers of inc in- stitution knowing anything about it. T fA So Euphremia went to this place, and she got some work. It was not a very large bundle. but it was larger than she had been accustomed to carry, and, what was perfectly dreadful, it was wrapped up in q. newspaper! When Euphemia told me the story, she said that this was too much. for her courage She could not go on the cars, and perhaps meet people be- longing to our church, with a newspaper bundle under her arm