The conversation drifted smoothly and pleasantly along from weather to crops, from crops to literature, from literature to scandal, from scandal to religion; then took a random jump, and landed on the subject of burglar alarms.And now for the first time Mr.McWilliams showed feeling.Whenever I perceive this sign on this man's dial, I comprehend it, and lapse into silence, and give him opportunity to unload his heart.
Said he, with but ill-controlled emotion:
"I do not go one single cent on burglar alarms, Mr.Twain--not a single cent--and I will tell you why.When we were finishing our house, we found we had a little cash left over, on account of the plumber not knowing it.I was for enlightening the heathen with it, for I was always unaccountably down on the heathen somehow; but Mrs.McWilliams said no, let's have a burglar alarm.I agreed to this compromise.I will explain that whenever I want a thing, and Mrs.McWilliams wants another thing, and we decide upon the thing that Mrs.McWilliams wants--as we always do --she calls that a compromise.Very well: the man came up from New York and put in the alarm, and charged three hundred and twenty-five dollars for it, and said we could sleep without uneasiness now.So we did for awhile--say a month.Then one night we smelled smoke, and I was advised to get up and see what the matter was.I lit a candle, and started toward the stairs, and met a burglar coming out of a room with a basket of tinware, which he had mistaken for solid silver in the dark.He was smoking a pipe.I said, 'My friend, we do not allow smoking in this room.' He said he was a stranger, and could not be expected to know the rules of the house: said he had been in many houses just as good as this one, and it had never been objected to before.He added that as far as his experience went, such rules had never been considered to apply to burglars, anyway.
"I said: 'Smoke along, then, if it is the custom, though I think that the conceding of a privilege to a burglar which is denied to a bishop is a conspicuous sign of the looseness of the times.But waiving all that, what business have you to be entering this house in this furtive and clandestine way, without ringing the burglar alarm?'
"He looked confused and ashamed, and said, with embarrassment: 'I beg a thousand pardons.I did not know you had a burglar alarm, else I would have rung it.I beg you will not mention it where my parents may hear of it, for they are old and feeble, and such a seemingly wanton breach of the hallowed conventionalities of our Christian civilization might all too rudely sunder the frail bridge which hangs darkling between the pale and evanescent present and the solemn great deeps of the eternities.May I trouble you for a match?'
"I said: 'Your sentiments do you honor, but if you will allow me to say it, metaphor is not your best hold.Spare your thigh; this kind light only on the box, and seldom there, in fact, if my experience may be trusted.But to return to business: how did you get in here?'
"'Through a second-story window.'
"It was even so.I redeemed the tinware at pawnbroker's rates, less cost of advertising, bade the burglar good-night, closed the window after him, and retired to headquarters to report.Next morning we sent for the burglar-alarm man, and he came up and explained that the reason the alarm did not 'go off' was that no part of the house but the first floor was attached to the alarm.This was simply idiotic; one might as well have no armor on at all in battle as to have it only on his legs.The expert now put the whole second story on the alarm, charged three hundred dollars for it, and went his way.By and by, one night, I found a burglar in the third story, about to start down a ladder with a lot of miscellaneous property.My first impulse was to crack his head with a billiard cue; but my second was to refrain from this attention, because he was between me and the cue rack.The second impulse was plainly the soundest, so I refrained, and proceeded to compromise.I redeemed the property at former rates, after deducting ten per cent.for use of ladder, it being my ladder, and, next day we sent down for the expert once more, and had the third story attached to the alarm, for three hundred dollars.
"By this time the 'annunciator' had grown to formidable dimensions.It had forty-seven tags on it, marked with the names of the various rooms and chimneys, and it occupied the space of an ordinary wardrobe.The gong was the size of a wash-bowl, and was placed above the head of our bed.There was a wire from the house to the coachman's quarters in the stable, and a noble gong alongside his pillow.
"We should have been comfortable now but for one defect.Every morning at five the cook opened the kitchen door, in the way of business, and rip went that gong! The first time this happened I thought the last day was come sure.I didn't think it in bed--no, but out of it--for the first effect of that frightful gong is to hurl you across the house, and slam you against the wall, and then curl you up, and squirm you like a spider on a stove lid, till somebody shuts the kitchen door.In solid fact, there is no clamor that is even remotely comparable to the dire clamor which that gong makes.Well, this catastrophe happened every morning regularly at five o'clock, and lost us three hours sleep; for, mind you, when that thing wakes you, it doesn't merely wake you in spots; it wakes you all over, conscience and all, and you are good for eighteen hours of wide-awakeness subsequently--eighteen hours of the very most inconceivable wide-awakeness that you ever experienced in your life.
A stranger died on our hands one time, aid we vacated and left him in our room overnight.Did that stranger wait for the general judgment? No, sir; he got up at five the next morning in the most prompt and unostentatious way.I knew he would; I knew it mighty well.He collected his life-insurance, and lived happy ever after, for there was plenty of proof as to the perfect squareness of his death.
