he rich brocades, cloths of gold and
silvers, lutestrings, lamas, fardingdales, hair-cushions, and all the
gorgeous paraphernalia and regalia of the ante-revolutionary queens of
fashion. And they referred to old family portraits, and to pictures in
old plays and novels, and upon the whole they got up their dresses with
more fidelity to fact than most costumers do.

Some also went to the trouble and expense of a journey to New York to
procure outfits, and these were commissioned to buy masks for all their
friends and acquaintances who were invited to the ball.

These preparations had occupied nearly the whole month of October. And
now the eventful day had come, and the whole community was on tiptoe
with expectation.

First, at Black Hall all was in readiness, not only for the ball and the
supper, but for the accommodation of those lady friends of the hostess
who, coming from a great distance, would expect to take a bed there.

And all was in readiness at the village hotel at Blackville, where
gentlemen, coming from a distance to attend the ball, had engaged rooms
in advance.

Nevertheless the landlord of the hotel was in a "stew," for there were
more people already arrived, on horseback and in carriages of every
description, from the heavy family coach crammed with young ladies and
gentlemen, to the one-horse gig with a pair of college chums. And the
distracted landlord had neither beds for the human beings nor stalls for
the horses. But he sent out among his neighbors, and tried to get
"accommodations for man and beast" in private houses and stables.

"And the coach be come in, sir, and what be we to do with the
passengers?" inquired the head waiter.

"Blast the coach! I wish it had tumbled down the 'Devil's Descent' into
the bottomless pit!" exclaimed the frantic host, seizing his gray locks
with both hands, and running away from before the face of his
tormentor--and jumping from the frying-pan into the fire, when he came
full upon his daughter Bessie, who stopped him with:

"Pop, you must come right into the parlor. There's a gentleman there as
come by the coach, and says he _must_ have a bed here to-night, no
matter how full you may be, or how much it may cost."

"Impossible, Bessie! Clean impossible! Don't drive me stark mad!" cried
the landlord, jerking at his gray hair.

"Well, but, Pop, you must come and tell the gentleman so, or he'll sit
there all night," remonstrated the girl.

"Blow the fellow to