And so, with mutual and terrible frowns, this alarming interview terminated: Mr. Jinks grimacing as he departed with awful menace, and getting his grasshopper legs entangled in his sword; Mr. O'Brallaghan remaining behind, though not behind the counter, paying devoted attention to the ruddy and handsome lady with the hot flat-iron, Mistress Judith O'Callighan, who watched the retreating Jinks with tender melancholy. CHAPTER XXX. WHAT OCCURRED AT BOUSCH'S TAVERN. Let us follow Mr. Jinks. That gentleman went on his way, reflecting upon the step which he had just taken, and revolving in his mind the course which he should pursue in future. The result of his reflections was, that a matrimonial engagement would just answer his purpose, especially with a lady possessing a "small property--" at which words, as they left his muttering lips, Jinks frowned. It was Miss Sallianna's favorite phrase. Miss Sallianna! The tumult which arose in Jinks' breast upon the thought of that young lady's treachery toward himself occurred to him, may, as our brother historians are fond of saying, "be better imagined than described." Before, Jinks' brows were corrugated into a frown; now, however, two mountain ridges, enclosing a deep valley, extended from the upper portion of the bridge of the Jinks nose to the middle of the Jinks forehead. The despairing lover resembled an ogre who had not dined for two whole days, and was ready to devour the first comer. What should he do? Take revenge, or marry the perfidious woman? Jinks did not doubt his ability to perform the latter; and thus he went on his way in doubt and wrath. At least he would go that very morning and charge her with perfidy; and so having decided upon his course so far, he strode on rapidly. Mr. Jinks bent his course toward Bousch's tavern, where he proposed to take up his temporary residence. Since this house has become historical, let us say a word of it. It was one of those old wooden "ordinaries" of Virginia, which are now never seen in towns of any size, crouching only on the road-side or in obscure nooks, where the past lives still. It was a building of large size, though but two stories in height, and even then presented an ancient appearance, with its low eaves, small-paned windows, and stone slab before the door. Behind it was an old garden, and near at hand, two ponderous valves opened upon a large stable-yard full of bustling hostlers.