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MONSIEUR TRINGLE'S MASQUE. [Adapted from the French of Jules Floury, for the U_cui;n-U>-ioN, by Mrs. >.'. K. White.] CHAPTER I. Never was there a happier man than Mons. Tringie the day he received an in vitation to the fancy ball to be giveu by his friends, the Brous.' Tlie very moment lie read the pleasing request lie resolve I to dress himself as tlie Devil, which was a singular notion for a bachelor whose usital appearance bore a strong resemblance to a sheathed umbrella. True, a month before the announce ment of the bail, Mons. Tringlc had ob served hanging outside the window of Chabre, tho hair-dresser, a strange-look ing figure, representing tho Devil, dressed entirely in red, with a bushy wig' and a long tail. It occurred to our hero that this costume would bo just the thing to produce a sensation in a quadrille. Not that Mons. Tringlc was a fine dancer. In fact, at evening gatherings he •was usually assigned a place at one of the tables where the principal functionaries of the town of Ilettes played 100, but on this occasion he determined to take a more conspicuous part in the festivities, and persuaded himself that this leostume would not only excuse him from the usual gamo of cards, but would also en able him to outshino tho most accom plished dancers in the room. A whole future of happiness -was stored . up in that costume de (liable, for Mons. Tringlc had been secretly sighing for some . time past over his lonely bachelorhood, tnd sought only to share his income of 8,000 francs a year with some young lady •who would bring him at least twice that dum. And as Mile. Brou soemod to possess I all the qualities that ho desired in a lifo companion—namely, 0,000 francs a year in her own right—more than once when passing the hair-dresser's shop had lie ad mired, as it fluttered in the breeze, tho asata:iic costume which ho fondly hoped • "would settle him in life. "• "How light and free a porson ought to I feel in that costumo!" thought he with a ' .sigh of regret that he had not, in his youth, given his legs an opportunity of becoming more nimble. Still, he hoped, under cover of the bewitching costume, to soften the heart of Mile. Brou iind win her admiration by feats of grace and agility that would be so much the more remark i able from the fact that people were not ac customed to such novel exhibitions. As a usual thing, he had no chance to . pay his court to the young lady, for the moment ho entered tho Brou parlor he was taken possession of by tlie card players. "\Vo are going to make up a gamo of loo—come, Monsieur Tringlc," the mis tress of the house would exclaim. At tbo name time he would bear the shrill voice of a certain old dowager, an inveterate gamester, bidding hitn make haste. And no sooner had he removed his hat than Mons. I'aff, a Captain in the National Guard (who was invariably already in stalled in his place at the gaming-table), would vociferate his name as if calling tbo roll of his company. "My dear Monsieur Tringle, you are iv demand," Madame Brou would say, flushing him familiarly toward the over asting green-covered table. These reasons and many others served to intltienco him strongly in favor of dressing in costume; however, Mons, Tringle did not dare toeonlide his protect to tiie old servant, Therese, who had managed his household for over eighteen years. 'What would -she think of her master burlesquing in such a fashion! < Sertainly she would raise a thou sand ob jections; perhaps she might even have a pns. n*ji: tit that, under that particular costume, he concealed the bold purpose of drawing near to Mile. Brou. declaring his love, and afterward bringing her to Tirelire street as mistress of the house. Would not Therese, therefore, who ruled the old bachelor as she pleased, use every possible means of preventing such a cat astrophe? There are very fow mon who, in order to escape the chains of matrimony, do not contract ties a thousand times more irk - ■ema Even a quarter of an hour's tarii . ness on the pan of Mons. Tringle drew forth from the shrewish maiden innumer able comments upon the extraordinary event which had obliged the pot-a u-feu to remain fifteen minutes too long on the lire. What fancies would trouble tho old housekeeper's mind, therefore, at the an nouncement of this masquerade ball! So, contrary to his custom, be had re frained from speaking to his faithful Therese either bf the invitation ho had received or tho character he intended to personate; but the bail was none the loss ever present in his mind, and at night, as ho sat watching the prophetic little tongues of flame carting and leaping in his fireplace, he saw gleaming brightly in the matrimonial hori/.on that dowry, the prize tor which he intended to strive ou tite sth of February, the duio set for Mme. Brou's famous party. \ CHAi'TEIi 11. The Sth of February having arrived, Mons. Tringle. smiling to himself at the good joke he wis going i<> perpetrate, en tered the rear room of the wig-maker's shop. The Brou ladies had asked him the preceding week whether or not he would dress in costume, and with a disre gard for truth quite in consonanco with the Father of Lies, he had replied : "Ah, ladies, you know the state of my health will not permit me to do so." As he opened the door Chabre,who was expecting him, was vigorously comb ing something which looked like a dilap idated mull' when he went in. "What do you say to that, Monsieur Tringle," said he triumphantly, holding fee object up for his inspection. "It is your wig. Ah, you will be incomparable in it!" "Incomparable! yes, it is to bo hoped," anid Tringle dubiously, as he regarded with amazement a conglomeration of cat skins and rabbii-skins which tho wig maker-was. shaking energetically. "With such a coiffure as this. Monsieur Tringle, you ought to carry oil' the honors Ot the evening.'' ! "Do you really think so, Monsieur Ohanre?" said Tringle its ho thought of the main object for which he desired to appear to the best advantage. "I was •omewhat doubtful about the propriety of wearing it, but if a person of your judgment vouches for it, why—" "I assure you that never before in Ilettes has any one seen such an admir able disguise." "You know, undoubtedly, some of the costumes that will be worn?" "Don't talk to me of costumes for the Bourgeois of Ilettes!" answered Chabre, Who was a native of Agen. "They area •tlngy, miserly set of curmudgeons! You ere the only ono solar. Monsieur Tringle, that has rented a costume for the ball." "So much the better!" interrupted tho Old bachelor joyfully. "Therefore," continued Chabre, "every one will readily see thai you have gone to some expense." "Expense!" mentally': ejaculated the •COnomical Tringle, "By the wav, Cha bre," said ho with Well-It igned careless ness, "how much are you going to ask mo for the use of the suit?" "That devil's costume was a very ex j>ensive thing to fix up in its time,*" re plied Chabre, "audi would not undertake to ou pi '.ate it for a hundred crowns, lou will see how comfortable it is, even thoughitbetight-tiuing. Theraost linelv formed man in Ilettes would appear to •yen better advantage—" "But the price!" demanded Mons. Trin gle. who saw in all this circumlocution a prelude to an exorbitant bill. "Weil, for six francs you may cut a fig ure in it at the bail." • "Six francs!" exclaimed Mons. Trin gle. , "It is the most graceful costume of hit collection," replied Chabre. firmly; "antl it would have been worn out long "ago had I rented it to the youhg blades lor the fiiardi-gras: I only trust it lo persons Whose character I know." "But you know, Monsieur Ombre, who .Jam." \ _**! am not referring to you, Monsieur SACBAMENTO DAILY BECOBD-TTlSriOy, SATURDAY, JANTTAKY 10, 1891.—EIcmT PAGKES. Tringle. A man of your age and settled habits amuses himself decently; but this j kind of a Costume requires such delicate : handling, that —" "In what respect?" asked Mons. Trin- ■ gie. impatiently. "Bed is such a delicate color, you know; : every drop of punch spilled upon it leaves j a spot," said Chabre, depreeatingly. ""But I have a perfect horror Of spots," '' replied tlie bachelor, confidently. "That Ls quite evident from the appear ance of your clothes. Monsieur Tringle; that is why I do not need to caution you about the refreshments." After these polite injunctions, Mons. Tringlc went into the wig-maker's bed rcom and slipped on the breaches, which immediately put him into a lively mood, for the long tail —which was con structed upon a very pliable piece of brasa wire—sometimes switched his legs, and sometimes caressed his back. Thus costumed he proceeded to indulge in all the antics of a playful kitten. Ko ono would have recognized in the author ! of these ridiculous gyrations the staid old j bachelor, who, indeed, no longer recog nized himself, an unnatural sportiveness and agility having taken possession of him. Chabre adjusted the wig. and titter giving a final touch to the dishevelled cat's-lur, handed a mirror to the now r giddy bachelor, who, as tho heat of his! grotesque head-gear penetrated his scalp, began to simper and nod his head to ob serve tho effect of his pcrruquc. His ad miration for his really diabolical appear ance knew-no bounds when Chabre had j completed his make-up by outlining the eyebrows in the shape of a circumflex accent, and glued a few wisps of broom corn to his upper lip in lieu of a mous tache. .After a glance at the tout ensem ble, Tringle concluded that he was un questionably a most fascinating devil and ■would certainly make a deep Impression upon the heart of the coveted heiress. "You aro a subject for a painter!" cried Chabre, buckling the costume so that Tringle felt Ught as a feather, and in a transport of enthusi&sm attempted to execute a pafr&cul beforo the glass. "You are simply ravishing, Monsieur Tringle:" again cried tho obsequious hairdresser. . , "Oh! Monsieur Chabre, you flatter me." "No, indoed! Monsieur Tringle. Light ness, suppleness and elegance aro too rarely seen in tho gentlemen of to-day for me not to applaud a spectacle of truo grace and virile beauty." At this decided compliment Tringle < leaped as high as tho counter for joy. "Oh, Monsieur Tringle, a little pru dence, I pray you! It"is such a close fitting garment I advise you not to tako too long a step; but by dancing cautiously I think you will havo nothing to fear." Once more Tringlo attempted a few capers, interspersed with one or two well executed pirouettes. "Who could imagine that a man habit ually so reserved in his manner could be so lively!" exclaimed Chabre with well feigned admiration. But Tringlo was no longer listoning. Tho desire of making his appearance in tho Brou drawing-room in such seductive attiro had caused him to depart uncere moniously. "Your cloak. Monsieur Tringle! Don't forget your cloak!" called the wigmuker alter the fleeing form. "It is cold, I warn ' you!" But tho enthusiastic masker was al ready bounding through the streets, re hearsing in the open air a danse diabo liquc that ho had just invented. CH.WTKII 111. Tho north wind whistled, tho wcathor vancs squeaked on the roots, and a sheet iron heart which served as a sign before a tobacco shop was groaning at being thus beaten by tne winds. Who would have thought it! Mons. Tringle climbed upon a stone, took off tho iron heart and throw it over tho walls of tho Convent of tho Da.-nes de la Providence, lie had entered into the spirit of his role. A tom-cat was coming out leisurely from a cellar window in response to what may havo been an invitation from a neighboring roof. Tringle placed himsolf in his way and stood immovable beforo him as if trying to magnetize those big green eyes; I >ut tho cat managed lo escape, and Triangle started in pursuit, uttering such hideous cries of s-s-s-s-scat! as to se riously disturb tho reposo of the quiet loving inhabitants of that section of the town. As he passed before the shop of a worthy cobbler he saw a wooden statho of Saint Crispin, which the bwner had pos sessed from time iijimeniorial, and which served the double purpose of advertising his handiwork and honoring the saint under whoso patronuge he had placed his shop. Tringlc, after a vain attempt to remove tho Father of Shoemakers froirrfitsfniehe, broke off its head ana throw it alter the fleeing cat. ' Curious effects of dressing as a dovil! Tho culler and scissors-grinder of tho town kept for sale optical instruments, and an immense pair of spectacles .Of col ored glass served as a sign for his trade. Tringlo took down tho glasses and smashed them against a wall. In his ex citement ho respected nothing—not even the golden sign of the Notary, which ho threw into a cellar, after trampling under foot the emblems of the law. A lighted lantern before the office door of the .Justice of tlio Peace testified to the ever-vigilant eye of the police. Tringlo took possession of tho lantern and sent it to keep company with the Notary's scutcheon. The most brazen criminal would bave hesitated about carrying off that emblem of the peace in the town of Ilettes, but Mons. Tringle committed this new misdeed without compunction. The quarter was plunged in the deepest ob scurity, and tho old fellow took advant age of tbo darkness to ring tho bells and null the knockers of all the principal Louses in town, und seemed to consider this puerilo act of lawlessness a bold antl daring expression of 'his defiance of law and order. Such excesses might possibly havo been pardonable in a drunken man, bnt indeed Tringle scorned intoxicated with his novel appearance. By ihe aid of the ropo which ho took from the pulley of the town pump he broke a long, wooden arquebuse which stood before the door of tho principal gunsmith of the town, and which was a constant source of admira tion to tho country folk. Ho pulled the gilded cockade from the big red cocked hat which he could not detach from the front of the hatter's store; and in fact the damage which he did in going to the Brou mansion was incredible. Shutters, ! vat -. blinds, pails, carriages in their shed.s —all were overturned in this wild career, and it was in a state of feverish excite ment that be arrived at his destination, having awakened in thegCommission of these depredations.an agility which had lain dormant ibr many a year. CfIAPTEtt IV. Full of enthusiasm, he sped through the hall which kd to the first story of the building occupied by the Brous, trying as he went to decide in what manner he would make his entree. Ought he to make his appearance bead-downward and legs in the air, or should he enter ceremoniously, with exquisite politeness, as a gallant French chevalier? He left it entirely to the inspiration of the moment, and having moderated the frenzy which made him regard every bell-Knob he encountered as an enemy, he gently pulled the bell. A light sup sounded from within and Mile. Brou herself came to the door. ".Mademoiselle," wiid Mons. Tringle. bending obsequiously, so that the caudal appendage of his costume bobbed about in the most frisky and affable munner. Mile. Brou's countenance ordinarily showed about as little emotion as that of a milliner's doll when viewing, from the glass case, the passage of a squadron of cavalry. In the present instance, how ever, she betrayed unbounded astonish ment. "Madame Brou is well, I hope?" con tinued her visitor, with redoubled affa bility as ho entered the vestibule and found himself on the threshold of the dining-room, where that lady herself, surrounded by an array of dress-goods, sat at a table lighted by a single lamp. Not without some chagrin did Tringle say to himself that he had arrived too early; yet he saluted none the less re spectfully his hostess, who, after giv ing a covert glance from liehiiid her pile of sewing, regarded with compressed lips the strange being who begged permission to pay his respects. Mile. Brou had taken her place beside her mother, and the two ladies exchanged such astonished glances that Tringle be lieved at first that his brilliant costume had suffered somo unseemly damage in his mad course through the streets. A painful silence then ensued, during which lie mentally berated himself for having arrived so early. "Pardon, Monsieur," said Mmc, Brou at length, making a visible effort to open the conversation. "Madame—" and poor Tringle stopped confusedly, unable to say anything fur ther. With downcast eyes lie sat pain fully conscious that Mine. Brou was in specting him from head to foot, from his claws to his wig, ami, uneasy as a soldier before a severe officer, he asked himself timorously: "Am I presentable!" Mme. Brou, having cast another inquir ing glance at her daughter, as if to consult with her before opening lire, once more began: "I do not place you at first glance, Mon sieur." These words caused Tringlo to laugh immoderately, llis disguise was evi dently a success. But the humorous bachelor soon per ceived that Mme. Brou dill not appreciate his merriment. The lips of the two ladies were more compressed than ever; with a gesture full of offended dignity, Mme. Brou motioned her daughter to'sit erect. Both ladies had the air of judges about to pronounce a sentence. "What! Mesdames you do not recog nize me?" said Tringle, proud of his im penetrable disguise. Once more the bachelor was subjected to a supercilious glance from those pierc ing eyes, and another awkward pause fol lowed this futile attempt to make himself at home, during which the scissors of mother and daughter snipped vigorously at the dress materials before them. "Aro you ladies behind-hand with your costumes,?" he at length ventured to ask. But its neither deigned to answer, he be gan to lose his temper and thought sav agely that, in parties of this kiud, the hour ought to be mentioned in tho invita tion. His sticky moustache began to draw the skin on his cheeks and lips, causing a furious desire to scratch; at the same timo drops of perspiration, produced by the thickness cf the wig, commenced to drip upon tho blackened arch of his eye brows, and forming in drops at the ends of his eye-lashes, fell upon his painted cheeks, causing him the greatest anxiety as to the effect, for ho did not dare to look I tit himself in the glass, lest he should dis cover that the harmony of Iho visage had been marred. "It is very comfortable here, ladies," ho again ventured to rem ark,, secretly hoping to bo invited to partake of somo of the refreshments, for tho exercises in which he had indulged ou the way had rendered him excessively thirsty. The ladies appoared not to comprehend this gentle hint, leaving Tringle aston ished at the tranquillity of the mistress of the house, who by this time, he thought, should have been busy preparing tho cakes, the syrups and the punch. But no appetizing odor of steaming punch greeted his nostrils, and it was evi dent the polished kettlo was not singing gavlv in the silent pantry. '''If only some other masker would ar rive!" thought Tringle, despairingly. "A 1 new costume would divert those terrible ! eyes from me." "But the guests seemed in no haste. Slowly and solemnly the pendulum of the clock announced the inevitable flight of the minutes, one by one, and Tringlo made another desperate effort to animate the conversation by remarking: "It is universally conceded that your ball will bo brilliant in the extreme." Again the scissors stopped, and Jline. Brou looked at him from head to foot. "Surely," thought tho unhappy Tringle, "thero must be some unbecoming rent in my costume." And with his daws, for | the red covering extended beyond tho I ends of his fingers, he endeavored to dis cover it, and was enraged to find hissenso of touch so dull. "I suppose you ladies are finishing your costumes," he remarked uneasily, won dering at what advanced hour of tho night tho etuiryet uncut would be sewed. And as he expressed a regret thatvtho ladios could not then and there display the disguises in which they intended to appear, Mile. Brou replied curtly: "What would be the use ol wearing them a week before tho ball?" "A wook before the ball!" exclaimed Tringle in consternation, "Grand Dieu!" "Wo have not been invited to tho party to which you are going, Monsieur," said Mme. Brou, lighting a candle and rising to signify to' the ill-bred jester that his visit had been already unduly prolonged. "Do you really mean, to say that your ball does hot hike-placo this evening?" asked«the bachelor m dismay. "I have tho honor of informing you. ' Monsieilr^-thtit our salon will bo opened the 18th of this monill.^ Tringle gave a start of surprieo. "Tho 18th?" cried he, "why the invitation stated tho Sth of February. Ah! poor Trin gle!" "^\ hat!" queried Mme. Brou, "aro you Monsieur Tringle?" j It was now the bachelor's turn to make no reply. With his periwigged head buried in his hands he wus thinking of tho ridiculous guise in which he had pre sented himself in the very house whero he was most desirous of making a favora ble impression. "This is a very disagrooablo misunder standing, Monsieur Tringle." continuod Mine. Brou. "I wondered what queer notion induced a stranger to visit ns in i such a costume." Poor Tringlc heard no more. How fool ish he must appear in the eyes of Mile. Brou, whose usually' calm features wore a mocking look, which was exasperating in the extreme. Who had ever heard of a person dressing up as a devil a weak | before the ball? Could *-uch a grotesque I costume be worn more than once? And that tail, upon whoso freaks ho had counted for his greatest triumph, ho would now most willingly conceal be hind his choir; but, like Banquo's ghost, it would not down, so strong and rebel lious was the wire spring. Athis slightest movement tho tult which adorned the end of it appeared on the arms of his chair, first on one side and then on the other, taking, ns it were, a diabolical de light in his intense mortification. CHAPTER V. There is nothing more paralyzing to a person's faculties than a sense of being ridiculous; so our unfortunate hero had arrived at a degree of embarrassment which caused him to sit on the edge of his chair like a solicitor. "The wig-maker should at least have informed you that there was to be no party here to-night, and that I am not in the habit of receiving on Friday," said Mme. Brou, sevcrelv. Mons. Tringle. although his perceptive faculties were greatly dulled by his dis comfiture, comprehended that Mme. Brou was reproaching him for his untimely call; but his chagrin nailed him to the chair and prevented him from taking his leave. "In fact," said he, humbly, "Mons. (. habre did tell me that no one had hired 1 any costumes at his store." ' Does anyone rent costumes from that | poruqidcr:' asked Mile. Brou, disdain : rally. "timbre has played you a very mean trick, Monsieur Tringle," remarked her mother. "No doubt he wanted to let a costumo which had hung in his window forages." added the young lady, sarcastically,while poor Tringle groaned aloud to learn that she despised tiie costume de (liable which he had supposed would render him irre sistible in her eyes. Cruel disappoint ment! "I, myself, have'seen that devil hanging from Chabre's window for the hist thirty years," said Mme. Brou. "Did they take it down for you, Mon sieur Tringle," asked the daughter mali ciously. * "What an indignity it was to dress a re spectable man up in such a nest of dust!" exclaimed her mother. "Why, I saw a flock of swallofvs living from it one day," added tho daughter. Undoubtedly they had made a nest in it." "if it were only swallows," continued Mme. Brou; ."but the moldiness and horrible spider webs—ugh!" Mons. Tringle twitched nervously in his chair; he seemed to feel things creep ing all over his body, and the wounds to his amour-propre were so great that he would have conceived an immediate hatred for the two ladies had uot the six thousand francs a year of Mile. Brou pal liated tho biting sarcasms. "Why did you not consult us, Monsieur Tringle, on the choice of your costume?" asked Mme. Brou softly. "I thought, Madame," that this costume ! de (liable would be quite a success," said : Tringle more and more humbled. "Oh!" exclaimed the heiress, disdain full v. "You have still a week before you," re sumed Mme. Brou; "we are getting up a ball in the style of Louis NIII. See, here is some jaconet from which my daughter and myself are cutting out cos tumes ala marquise. They will bo quite distinguished-looking. Tho time of Louis XIII. abounds in picturesque costumes. In your place, Monsieur Tringle, I would seek something in that epoch." "A Louis XIII. devil!" exclaimed Tringle. "So, no! Monsieur, no more devil; you woiUd look much better as a Lord." CHAPTEK VI. At this moment the bell rang and Mon sieur Brou entered the room. "What is this?" said he, walking round and round Mons. Tringle. "Monsieur Brou," said his wife, "it is thut poor Mons. Tringle, who had an idea that our fancy ball was to take place this evening. "Tringle gotten up as a devil 1" ex claimed Mons. Brou. "Why no one would recognize you in such a garb, my friend. Come now, get up and let mo see you." "Excuse ma, I beg you," said Tringle, who sat as if fastened "to his chair. "What! don't you want to be admired on all sides!" continued his tormentor. With a motion of his hand the unlucky bachelor begged to be excused from sucn an ordeal. "You do not seem very comfortable," said his hoet, continuing his inspection. The clock struck midnight. "Madame Brou," said her husband/Tt is timo to retire." That was an unmistakablo method of signifying to their guest that it was time for him to depart. Theu, indeed, did ho rogret having left his cloak at tho wig maker's, for it would have helped him to conceal the unlucky tail while making his exit. With a thousand excuses to tho ladies, he bowed himself out backwards, trying in vain to hide tho caudal append age, which frisked playfully about with out appearing to share at all in its wear er's melancholy. In the corridor Mons. Brou assumed a grave expression and said: "Monsieur Tringle, I am in no wLso duped by your stories. People do not go to a ball on the Sth, when the invitation reads tho 13th. I havo mado figures enough in my experience as Keceivor to know their value. I have never mado a mistake in my writing. I have, as you are aware, a marriageable daughter, and it was highly improper for.-you to present yourself 111 such a costume 1 before a young girl, even though she w_a protected by the presence other mother. As soon as you discovered your mistake you should nave made reparation for it by immedi ately retiring." Poor Tringle ende.Tvored' to open his lips to defend himself, but M6ns. Brou had not finished his discourse, and With an impatient gesture silenced hi in and continued: "You have dared to remain three hours, seated by my fireside, without fearing to excite ridicule by a costume which says little in favor of the nobility of your sen timents! I do not bid you a« revoir, Monsieur, hoping you yourself will un derstand what bad tasto it would be for you to be present at our coming party." CHAPTER VII. Tho philosophers of all nations aro unanimous in declaring that misfortunes never come singly. So, lv the case "of poor Mons. Tringle;. wjiat was his con sternation to find upon attempting to go down the stairs that he was restrained m ix sudden arid forcible manner. Tho tail of his costume was caught in the door! —in the door of n house from which ho had just been ejected. His first Idea was to ring the bell, but that would bring him once moro into tho presence of an angry man who did not seem disposed to tako a loke. A half-hour pf complete silenco had followed the unceremonious closing of tho front door; the ladies Irad certalnly rotired and, no doubt, the severe master of tho hou«e likewise. Wouldn't the wits of tho tdWn perse cute him with taunts and jeers if they were to learn of this annoying advent ure. "It would be better to get rid of this cursed tail by cutting it off," thought the wretched bachelor. But Trin gle had neither, dirk nor pen-knitb in his close-fitting garment. If even a 'second-floor Irtdgci* wore to come in, Tringle in his dire Cxtremlty would have begged him to'give him some assistance; But the sipartuients above tho Brou quarters were occupied by un old lady who went to bed regularly at nightfall. t \ Toward one o'clock in. tho fnornlng Tringle felt thoroughly-chilled,' although he had kept moving in every possible way, very cautiously, however, so as not to awaken the fumily. , , • How Chabre, tho pcrrHquicr, had bdon calumniated! If the costume had really boon as dilapidated as the Brou ladies, affirmed, certainly, after so many efforts, the tail would not have remained so firmly attached to the pantaloons. At two o'clock the cold had greatly In-* creased. Tho thin cloth of the costume afforded no protection ugaiust a tempera ture of twelve degrees Centigrade, which was almost freezing tho blood in his veins. At tho risk of being anathematized by tho irate Brou, Tringle said to himsolf that he would ring. Then vaguely, dur ing a quarter of an hour, ho felt in all di rections in the moldings for tho door iamb without being able to find the bell, which, however, he was quite sure was on the left-hand side; but tho tail was caught so close to the body of his suit that his arms were not left sufficient freedom to reach the knob. "I.broko too many of them &h I camo through town,"' thought Tringle in de spair; "I am punished by mv sm itself." And at that moment the bachelor, al though he was by no means of an extrav agant disposition, would willingly liavo given twenty sous apiece for all tlie bells lie had maliciously broken on his way over to the Brou mansion, Remorse, though somewhat tardy, began to fill his breast; still, with the utmost anxiety, he wondered whether one moment of fever ish excitement ought to be punished by such tortures. But, as Providence sometimes casts a glance of compassion on those who re pent, it happened that Tringle, while rub bing his back rather briskly against the door, in order to warm himself, noticed that the brass knob mado an almost im perceptible movement. Now, a ray of light suddenly beaming on some unfortunatolostinthc catacombs was never greeted with wilder joy than filled the captive's breast at this dis covery. Turning to one side as much as the im prisoned tail permitted, Tringlo seized the door-knob and discovered that it was only screwed into tho wood. After consid erable effort he finally gfiined possession of tho knoli. but could not see very clearly how it was going to assist him in opening the door and liberating the cap tive tail, when, his fingers comingiu con tact with the screw, a brilliant idea sud denly occurred to him—that, by means of its sharp edges, ho might saw off the un lucky tail which bound him,like Pro metheus, to a ridiculous rock. The emphatic recommendations of Chabre in reference to the famous cos tume flashed through his mind, but tho joy of an immediate delivery from cap tivity was so great that Tringle, without further concerning himself about the consetpiences, left the greater part of the tail in tho door, and rapidly descended the stairs, thinking impatiently of his snug, warm bed, in which a sound slum ber would efface tho recollection of his disagreeable adventure. CHA.ITER vn, Tho wind was keen and biting, but the joy of being liberated made Tringle indif ferent to the cold. It is easy to picture with what delight he saw his dwelling once more, and with what ceierity he sped toward tho protecting seclusion of his own hearth! Ho rapped briskly, his heart beating with some trepidation at the idea of meeting his old housekeeper. Therese did not respond at the first stroke of the knocker, nor at the second, nor tho third. At the fourth a blind was opened ou tho inside, then a window, and after a fit of coughing Therese asked, in a half-sleepy, lialf-frightciied voice: • " Who is there?" "It is I," said Tringle, his teeth now chattering with the cold. " Who are you?" demanded the cau tious servant. • " Tringle," replied he curtly. "Why, Monsieur! is it possible?" ex claimed the astonished domestic. "Open tho dooi^ Therese!" said Tringle imperiously. "Did Monsieur only return now?" asked Therese suspiciously. "You see for yourself, do you not?" said Tringle, Who pranced about with angry impatience. "Where iv the world can Monsieur hare been at this timo of tho night?" so liloquized the imperturbable Therese. "Oh! Therese, open tho door, quick, I beg you!" cried Tringle, this time en treatingly. Thou, with a grumUlo of discontent, tho old housekeeper carefully closed tho window and blinds, after which a mo ment of silence ensued, during which Tringlo bore his discomfort heroically, consoling himself with tho reflection that his tribulations would soon be at an end. The outer door, which opened on tho street, was provided with a big bolt, which Therese always securely fastened every night before retiring, and in fact so careful was she that often she went down stairs again, after saying her prayers, to make sure that the strong bolt was prop erly pushed into place. With what den'ght Tringlo heard tho immonse bolt grating in its socket! A turn of tho key in tho inside lock and he would at length enter into tho enjoyment of his downy couch; bnt tho cautious Thoreso did not straightway give that turn to tho key. The entrance door opened into a narrow hallway adjoining the kitchen, where soon a light gleamed through tho window. Then Thorese, intrenched behind tho iron bars, which "protected the. windows of tho first floor, appeared with ono hand shielding tho candle-flame from tho Wind. "Quick! Therese, quick! open the door!" cried poor Tringle, benumbed with cold. "I supposed you were in bed hours ago, Monsieur" said she. "What has kept you out tilL2 o'clock in the morning?" "Open tho door, Therese; I will tell you about it afterward," said Tringle per suasively. "This is tho first time you have over acted in this way, Monsieur," remarked Therese, in a somo what reproachful tone. "And will bo tho last, Therese! Coino, open the door!'.' "Upon my word of honor, Monsieur, I thought n band of robbers "' "Will you open tho door?" shrieked Tringle, exasperated nt the untimely gar rulity of his housekeeper. "\\ hat can you have been doing to keep you in tho streets so lute?" queried Therese. "If you do not open the door immedi ately," cried the Infuriated bachelor, "I will discharge you!" As he stood shiver ing ho said tc himself that, soon warmly ensconced beneath his downy eiderdown, tho biting winds which Were now chilling the very marrow of his bones would give plaeo to a delicious warmth and all this horrible nightmare would change to pleas ant dreams. Instead of the downy eiderdown, how ever, the unhappy Tringle received a pailful of water squarely on his upturned face. "I will pay you tor that, you old hag!" Cried he, gasping with IVight and rage. It was one of those unexpected blows that overthrow the most courageous natures. Tringle was so overcoiafe with tho cold and, the iriipotency of his anger that ho remained as silent and ashamed as a cat that has fallen into a tub of water. Decidedly the house was too welhgu&rded! What was he to do ? With a faint hope of mollifying tho hard-hearted Cerberus, he called once more: "Therose! Thereso!" But tho first floor had relapsed Into utter silence. "Therese! Therese!" repeated Tringle Bupplicatingly. "There, demon, take that!" cried the obdurate old woman, and a second bucket ful of water splashed from the upper story on tho head of the shivering Tringlc, who, ln order to escape from these dreadful shower-baths, fled from his own door step, followed by the maledictions of the angry Therese, who had seen, by the dim light of tho candle, a frightful, horned being, imitating tho voice of her master in order to practice his witchcraft in a house where, according to her belief, the real Mons. Tringle was at that very timo peacefully slumbering. cHAi-rEu'viir. Wet to tho skin, and fearing that he Would be covered with a coating of ice if he stood stfll, Tringle galloped through •tlie town like a runaway horse. Witliout knowing whither he was going, he soon found himself in the open country, on a dry, clean, ringing highway, bordered with .sparse brushes which offered no, shelter. The Hiverv.light of the mooh was reflected from the icy twigs bf the i trees, and the icicles cracked beneath his feci. _.'*«'• \ • " In, his despair he wJis crying, "Must I perish thus?" when ln tt»3 distance he espied a faint light, which seemed like an answer from the Providence who wids not the death of tlie sinner. Upon drawing nearer he perceived that the light proceeded from a little hamlet about a league distant from the town, and, as he was acquainted with the farm ers who came to sell their produce at tho market, he said to himselt that he could at lelsi borrow from them a suit uf warm homespun and return to Ilettes without cutting too ridiculous a figure. When he arrived beforo the first house of tho hum lot he was greeted by the furi ous barking of an immense* clog which was chained in the garden, This noisy recaption did not displease the weary wanderer, for it would necessarily awaken the inmates of the farm-house, from whom he could ask shelter. As tiie dog nearly strangled himself pulling upon Ids chain, while the pain, together with the uneasiness which ho felt at finding himself face to face with a devil having a tail like his own, lent additional force to the fury with which he barked at the intruder. At first -Mons. Tringle had regarded the animal's rage without tho least anxiety. However, tho clanking of tho chain, which the dog had finally succeeded in breaking, caused him a little trepidation, but tho gate and the garden walls wero so high that he did not think the brute could cross them. This illusion was soon dis pelled, for tho barking, which for a mo ment had died away, became once more more audiblo and grew louder, showing that the dog avus coining back on the outer side of tho wall, and soon Tringle saw, only fifty paces away, the ferocious animal rushing toward him at full speed. He made a leap for the branches of a tree, and so great was his fright that ho climbed to the top without knowing how he arrived there. Through the puro in stinct of self-preservation he who, but a low hours before, deplored his hick of agility, had contrived to reach the top of a tree' at whoso foot barked a savage clog, which, rolling Ids blood-shot eves and opening his, enormous jaws, gleaming with huge Wliite fangs, circled round and round the trunk, as if trying to discover what road his enemy had taken. Clinging to the branches, Tringlo felt for tho time being out of danger; but when the first agony of fear was over, and ho began to stiffen with the cold, he asked himself in dismay how he was going to escape the jaws of thai terrible dog, whose continuous circling round the tree almost caused him an'attack of vertigo. Tho tree hung over tho garden wall, against which stood a cabin from the chimney of which roso a small thread of smoke. As soon as Tringlo recovered sufficiently to reconnoiter, he lost no time in leaving his cramped position, and, with the greatest prudence, leaped upoh the wall despite the frantic barking and leaping of the dog. Then, leaning npon the broad edge ot the chimney, he heard a woman's voice which, under the cir cumstances, sounded really angelic. Mons. Tringlo had never before im agined that the descent through a chim ney was such a rapid trip; but, With the exception of a- few scratches upon his nose and knees, he made the transit with out accident, and landed in a bed of ashes. •> His advent was, however, greeted by two shrieks of terror. The farmer and his wife, awakened rudely from their first slumber, uttered such screams at the I sight of their diabolical looking visitor, I emerging from the fire-place, that Trin- ! gle bounded across the room and down i the stairs which Ml to the garden. But, as the dbg still continued to bark on the outside of the wall, Tringle, in order to throw him off the track, went through a little gate, and after crossing the fields on a run found himself in the very heart of the hamlet, where he stopped to recover his breath. cr-AiTf-ft IX. Profound silence and darkness reigned throughout the place, except in one little hut through tho blinds of which filtered a feeble light. Tlie outer door, which facet l the street, stood ajar. TT i agio mado bold enough to enter, and the first thing which met his eye was a roaring fire. "At last!" he cried, us he quickly ap- E reached the darting flumes for which he ad been seeking to dry his sulking gar ments. "Is that you, Pierre?" asked a feeble voice from one cornor of tho room. Tringlo turned his head and perceived only a largo bed hung with heavy dark curtains. "Pierro, is that you?" repeated tho voice still moro faintly than before. Tringle seemed transformed Into a statue. Seated on a low chair before tho fire-place, ho saw with ecstasy the mois ture of his garments rising in steamy clouds under the cheerful blaze of a crack ling log-fire. A dim light pervaded tho room, proceeding from a little lamp in which tlie oil was nearly exhausted. "Pierre," resumed tho voice, "listen to me! I have committed many a crime in my life; do not imitate me, my son!" Tringle pricked up his ears and began to question the propriety of listening to such confidences; but his costumo Was but half dried, and a few minutes more would enable him to depart in compara tive comfort from this strange dwelling. So, stilling his compunction, ho continued to avail himself of the vivifying warmth, whito tho voieo went on in a thrilling whisper:, "Pierre, I hnvo ruined many a fainilv. After my death, look after the people who have given me their notes; cancel tho mortgages without demanding the pay ment Of the sums due; it would be ill gotten gains—it would burn you, atT it now burns my guilty breast!" Then Tringlo remembered that there lived in the hamlet a usurer who had amassed a fortune by oppressing the poor. "Pierre," cried tho dying man, "human justice was never ablo to overtake me, but that of the Lord overwhelms me now! My strength is going fast. Quick! Pierre, v drink!" Tringlo hositated about making known his presence; but tho voice still en treated : . "Pierro! a drink!" Taking up the smoking lamp and going toward tho beel, Tringle perceived ou tho little table a small vial und a glass. Ho poured out a few drops of tho tonic, which proved to bo a mixture of wine and quin quina, and found the odor so appetizing that ho did not scruple to tasto the liquid. Intending, however, to leave enough for the penitent usurer. Hardly had he touched his lips to the mouth of tho bottle when the door opened, admitting the priest, the lawyer, and the neighbors whom Pierre hud informed of his father's approaching death. Tringle dropped the bottle in affright, and the new-comers each uttered a cry of terror, believing themselves in the pres ence of Satan himself, who had, no doubt, profited by tho lonely condition of tlio dying man to take immediate possession of his soul. " Vade retro."' shouted the curate, dash ing the holy water into his luce; but Tringlo did not wait for this abjuration. With one bound ho passed the notary,. who tried to give him a blow of the leather bag which contained tho testi nientary papers. Tho son was too overctfnio With grief to act; but tho neighbors set out ln pursuit of tho fleeing devil, who, thanks to the thorough warming which he had obtained, had somewhat recovered his strength, else ho could not have escaped tho fury of tho peasants. At about a gun-shot's distance from tho hamlet was a little wooded hill over-look ing tho road. Tringle pot forth all his remaining strength to reach it, think ing it would be an impregnable fortress in which to elude his enemies. After filling his lungs to their utmost capacity, he lengthened his pace and plunged into the woods, regardless of the thorns und bromides which guarded tho entrance. while nearer and nearer on the hard road sounded the hob-nallod shoes of the peasants. Panting llko a deer pursued by the hounds, Tringle sped through the woods, trembling at the murder, .us cries which reached his ears from all sides. At length, oomingtc^apond of dark-looking water covered-with long sword-grass and pond- ho jumped in, at tho risk of-being drowned. I CtIAPTKU £. Cowering In thenx-css-bf ail bid Willow Which overhung the pontl, Tringle, shiv £ringaWith<old and^faar,-declared to him self that he only escaped bne danger to Tali into oitbther. A new element, water, hud conspired with .its terrible colleague, rthe air, to prosecute him. An attack of pleurisy was the very least that he might expect from such exposure. Lloweveh as soon as the irate country folk wero at a safe distance he crawled out of his muddy hiding-place, and, having wiped off his slimy garments as best lie could with tlie leaves of the pond-lilies, once more resumt'd his course through the briars and brambles. Fur iv tho dis tance there gleamed through tho trees a faint light indicating the edgo of the wood, and after a final effort he found himself in an open field, where a herd of cattle, browsing on the scanty grass, looked at him with wondering eyes. A flock of sheep was grazing peacefully around a hut which to poor Tringle seemed, at that moment, a kingly place. The door was open, and as the herdsman had probably gonorfnt, Tringlo did not hesitate to cross the meadow to roach the inviting shelter. The oxen, with their usual pacific disposition, movod slowly, away and watched with gentlo eyes thfe obtrusive devil, which, from their point of view, must havo appeared utraugciy fantastic Suddenly a loud bellowing broke upon the unlucky Tringle. He hud reckoned without the bull, which, excited by the flaring red of the costume de diable, came toward him with evidently hostile Inten tions. A cold perspiration started on tho body of tho terrified masker, who stood rooted to the spot. The most savage heart may be softened, but not an enraged bull. He advanced rapidly, his tail iv air, his eyes inilamed, und bellowing forth a war cry moro terrible than that of a savage about to scalp a victim. Flight was out of the question'! Tringle wns surrounded on all sides by tho cattle, which seemed to await the combat and to glory in the triumph of their chief. At tlio first lunge tho infuriated beast made toward his intended victim he missed him, for Tringle, notwithstanding his terror, observed that tho ferocious brute lowcrod his head for the purpose of run ning him through tho breast, and as ho came thundering toward him, managed to step aside. Then began a wiltl chase around tho circle of cattle, when Tringle, finding no point of defense, und pursued tco closely by the bull, had presence of mind enough to seize him by the horr.s, and at the very moment he lowered his head to disembowel his enemy, to leap upon his back. Tho astonished beast gave such a bellow of rage tlii.it the cattle dVsw back to allow tho king of the herd full play for his wrath- Then the animal leaped and reared like a vicious horse which seeks to unseat his rider. But Tringle was cling ing to the horns as if screwed to them, and although bruised by the violence of the shocks, he resisted all the efforts of the ferocious beast to throw him from his neck. Then, with one final cry of rage which attracted the attention of the herds man, tho bull sniffed the air, whirled quickly around, and excited by the shouts of the herdsman who cried, "Ha.' Fro vient."' the animal set ofl" on a wild gal lop, stopping for neither ditch nor bar. Thus he traversed the hamlet, already greutiy excited by tlie previous apparition of Tringle in his costume diaboliquc. It was n#w the hour at which tho iieasants repaired to tho fields, ''The devil! There's the devil!" cried they all, men and women, old und young. But the bull kept on galloping. Presently Tringle heard the alarm bell of the hamlet; to this bell responded that of the neighboring village, and tlie inhabitants—supposing that a fire had broken out in the vicinity—were soon running about in all directions. With anxious eyes they sc&nneo th horizon, but saw nothing but a horsema* afar oil", coming at full s]ieed ;md bripgini no doubt news of the conflagration; ba if their eyes opened wide, their boon speedily closed, when the peasants recog nized in him whom they supposed to bi a messengor, a devil astride a mad bull! And as the alarm bell redoubled it" Warning voice, the bells of all the envi rons which usually answered to the shop herds' tuneful lays, echoed the sinistoi sounds, till the whole air was full of criei of distress. But Tringle was not just then concern, mg himself with the resounding echoes Mounted on his redoubtable steed h, traversed hill and valley, river and plain, while ever and anon tho enraged beast stoppetl short, lashed the air with his tail blew forth clouds of vapor from his di lated nostrils, and resuming his mad ca. reor across tho country he passed like til wind through ancient and historical vfl< luges—through pasture lands and vine yards—but he hud something else to thin], of than antiquities, harvests or ruby vino All his attention was centered upon ih« horns of the bull, which ho clasped eon« vulsively, never suspecting that he win leaving behind him in all the canton i legend which would be heard with bated breath by coming generations. Moro than ono weird legend owes iv origin to less positive facts. This tirm the devil was really seen by hundreds ol individuals who could testify to the cos. tume, the horns and the furious rac« across fields, meadows, brooks and rivers, tho Devil ami his steed stopping ncithei for sticks nor stones, for tocsin nor wild ballooSa CHAPTER' XI. The day after Mons. Tringle carrier! out his iinfortunate notion ol dressing as a devil, there was considerable excitement in the town of Ilettes. Therese arose* curly in the morning tq relate to her master the frightful vision oi tho preceding night* After rapping dis creetly and receiving nt) reply-, tho old housekeeper opened the door and ran away affrighted upon perceiving that tha bed had not been disturbed. In terror she hastened to recount the adventure to the •servants ofTire-Lire street, who in turn circulated the remarkable story in Chat- Bossu street. The news spread rapidly through Bclles-Femmes square, from which it was carried to Petit Credo street In this way the tale was repeated through out the town, and everyone was talking of Tringle's ill-timed Visit to the Brou family, as well as his subsequent disap pearance. What could, havo becomo of Mons. Tringlo? Such was the universal finery, while all this timo tho poor bachelor, clinging in desperation to his dreadful foe, was spreading terror among the country people. Somo pessimistic indi viduals were of the opinion that, cha grined at his ridiculous blunder, Tringle had perhaps done himself some bodily harm; but his whole life decried any such probability. However, so much damage had been done throughout the town Tho previous night that the authorities assembled at the sub-Prefect's to open an investigation. The inhabitants, terrified by Therese's stories, buried their silverware in their cellars, for it seemed certain that a ma levolent spirit had taken possession ol Tringle and had left in his wake innumer able traces of his diabolical character. • The committee, composed of tho Police Judge, the Just ice of tho Peace, the Mayor and tho sub-Prefect, proclaimed to the beating of a drum, that all citizens should lock their doors at nightfall, pending a convocation of the National Guard on the morrow. As for Chabro,thoper;'«^iu'cr, he grieved far more over the loss of his cherished cos tume than over the mysterious disappear ance of Mons. Tringle. Mournfully seated in his shop and gazing ruefully at the vials of Macassar and antique oil which the rays of a smoky lamp flecked with sparks of light, ho grew indignant over the mirth of tho gamnis who had assem bled before the wonderful show-window whore were displayed pasteboard masks of grotesque shapes. Tho neighbors, gathering around him, endeavored to console the sorrowing wig maker, who, in a quavering voice, was lamenting his loss. "One should always be on his guard in business. Mons. Tringle has not even left mo a deposit! Who will pay for my costume'?" he was saying dejectedly, when tho panes of the show-window lle\v into b thousand pieces and a sort of cy clone rushed into tho shop overturning lamp, essences, jars of pomade, and hair dyes, while, without a hundred voices were shouting: "Stop him! Stop Mm!" Thou a crowd of peasants rushed into therffehhp in pureuiUof the bull, which, crazed by blows of their pitchforks, had galloped iiito the town and brought, back to his own neighborhood the bruised aud bleeding Tringle, upon whom there re mained hardly a vestige of tho famous costume dc-diable. '• The crowd kept on increasing without comprehending what had taken place. Somo thought the shop had been over turned by tin earthquake; others, hearing tho drum-beating of the firemen, sup posed that a conflagration was threaten ing the destruction of the town. Soon a bright light appeared at the end of the street. The firemen were coming, carry ing torches, and followed by crowds of frightened people. Then the neighbors opened their windows and groaned sym puthizinglv: "Alas! chabre's shop is demolished!" - Tho gamins, wild with delight, aaCk through the streets screaming: "Fire! * Fire!"' and the town of Ilettes, ordinarily so quiet, seemed a prey to tire and pillage. It required the interference of the authori ties to isolate tho wig-maker's shop and restore order. Then, by tho light of tho torches thoy discovered, hidden under the counter, poor Tringle, who no longer resembled a human being. His face black with soot, his costumo in tatters, one horn hanging dejectedly—lie was a picture of distress as lit cried. "Mercy 1 mercy!" But the bull, recognizing the voice of his obstinate rider, replied with a prolonged bellow, as if *o say: "No quarter!" At that moment the Justiceof the Peace came in, and Tringlc—whom the peasants could not bclievo to be human—escaped from them, crying: "Sttvc me, monsieur! I am not the devil; lam Tringle!" The authorities, although still some what suspicions, ordered him to be brought before Therese, who, alter con siderable hesitation, identified her master. But even after his identity was proved and ho was allowed to return to his home, his troubles were not ended, for wieh gfeat remorse did he behold pass before him, ono by one, the landlords, shopkeepers and public officers, whose property he had damaged in his mad frolic of the pre ceding night. Tringle received his just chastisement. When lie had sufficiently recovered to re sume his formes tranquil existence, he was obliged to indemnify tho owner of the bull for having foundered it, while claim alter claim poured in from tlie peas ants whoso property had been injured in that eventful ride. Finally Chabre sent In his bill for re placing the costume de (liable, tlie pay ment of which enabled him to furnish his shop anew, while it nearly crazed poor Tringle, who saw in tho accursed costume the cause of all his misfortunes, not tlie least of which was,the loss of Mile. Brou and her coveted income of six thousand francs. An Exclusive Virginian. A lady called at one of our banks and presented a check which she wished cashed. As she was a perfect stranger to the paying teller, lie said very politely: "Madam, you will have to bring some ono to introduce you before we can cash this check." Drawing herself up quite haughtily, she said, frcezingly: "But I do not want to know you, sir!" Richmond Dispatch. The United States Bank. The Bunk of tho United States was in stituted in 17'Jl, and Its charter expired in Mil. The second United Suites Bank was chartered in ISKi, and went out of exist ence on the expiration of its privileges in 1838. Th... Democrats Were opposed to the bank, believing that Congress, under tiie Constitution, had no right to endow any financial institution with such preroga tives. Nearly one-half of the area of tho prov ince of Utretcht, Holland, is under grass.