, 1876-08-13

!. AN IyEYHEcTUAL ATTEMPT TO INTERVIEW THE
LADT.
The position assumed by Mrs. Alma Van
Wrinkle in her contributions Of original corrc-
spondeuce to the daily press, has made her An
object of interest to newspaper men, and No.
1867 Indiana avenue has been bcsieged by re-
porters, of whom TRIBUNE man was one. The
house is modest frame structure, ncstling,"
after the established custom OF modest frame
structures, among some trees,zand possessing,
among other hosne1ike attributes, bu1on SER
want girl, who came originally, she explains,
from that far and distant Alden known as the
West Side. Another concotnitant is buggy, in
which Mrs Alma VanWinlde, if the servants
tale be entitled to respect, doth eat,
sleep, and have her being and
washing done For several days the scribe who
doth this veracious chronicle inalte has con
fabulated With the buxom handmaidcn, and has
frequently bcsought her for Mrs. Van Wrinkles
whereabouts, which have inevitably been located
by such servant in the buggy hcreinbefore men
toned. Early in the morning, IN the
middle of the day. and late IN tne 1etno1n, n th
nesting house, the scribe has been connaell-
TALLY notified in whispered tones with sorl OF
Hist! ne are watchcd!' that Mrs. van WIN,
ke had vng and %as nDa 1oT ater
that, aud other reporters had gone
unshriyen to their last, long home.
The bell at No. 1867 Indiana avenue has
tintinnabulated over anu over again under the
nervous touch Of the anxious Journalist, anu as
he marched away from his daily interview with
the servant hercinbefore alluded to,
THE NEIGHBoRs HAVE SHAKEN WITH GLEE+
and one stout old gentleman on the opposite
side Of the street has on one occasion so 1ar Tor
gotten his duty to society and his excellent
false teeth as to cachinnate. Sometimes the
buxom servant, to whom allus1on has already
been made, comes out at the front door and
then again at the lower door, , and Always way
is that yous'' Not seldom has the re-
porter explained, with offers of un-
mistakablc collateral evidence, that he was not,
is not and, SO far rs advised, has no hope ot b.
coming, Mrs. san." ne was stualously .;lt lnee
he offered to 60 into the house and sit down and
wal, take dinner with the family, or make any
sacrifice necessary to accomplish ms l des1$n OIL
finding out how much Mrs: Van Wlnkle knew
ways been met with tue unanswerable oo!ecton
I that the buxom servant was alone IN tue house,
and airal to let in strange man, when oolcctoh
| was accompanied by the gratifying explanation
that, if any stranger were permitted ACCESS, II
| would be that particular reporter.
There was always .-
AN ASPECT OF SETTLED MYSTERY
about the house. 1t looked as though there
were something lurking thsTe ana no ts t aSen eden
| shifting OF blind contemporaneous with tue
renorter's departure. Occasionally ghost-like
| rigclc would emanate from the upper part OF
| Ihe nestljng mansion, and this, connected with
| the p11xom servants solemn declaration that
! she was "1one and lorn, and nobody cared Tor
her." suggested solemn thoughts to the re-
| porter. x>,,... +,,o
As befitteth the occasion, and following the
| {11ustrious example OF the ni1nble Indian, the
reporter sought tree. and climbed up them, aud
| slid down them, trnmolatng his trousers upon
| the altar Of his enthusiasm. But, beyond the
! ghostly giggle aud the occasional futtcr OF a
| dress ut the open windows, naught came in the
| still glimpscs of the sun OF moon to reward his
| enterprise or ease his anxiety. Over and over
! again he toued the door-bell, and hovered over
| the knob like the soul OF resurrected sexton,
| visiting the ropes that once pealed invita-
| tions to heaven through the medium OF minis
! ter. Sometimes be thought Of
| ASoTHEK.ALMA,
away back in his boyhood, who used to make
| kites for him and tear her dress trying to get
them high enough for the people on the other
side Of the fence to understand and appreciate
| the cause Of all the row. Sometimes his col
lcre-day5 were suggested by his struggles,
| which were not altogether diverse FROM his
| struggles with the puns asinorum and tasar's
| bridge.
spoken of, answered, Gone buggy-Eding,"
till she became Ycritable raven, aud her croak-
! ing will never come from out his heart, nor hcr
| voice cease to be bore. Nevermore.
THE LAST TRIP
was made last night, and, alter the diur'al con-
;e-satioE viii. tire h. s.. the reporter spoIlcH u
| gentleman who tllrncti out TO bc Ms. al nln-
kle- But lie Admitted, with mingled cntlAl2a ,'
| and profanity, that he didn't know whcre size
| might be found, OF even, when found, that sue
would decline to be made note OF Or interview.
ed; not She To the gorgeous Imagination u