New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1877-12-05
TILE RL1THERSKITE AG1IN.

The Blatherskite, whose excursions among
the kitchens of the great and under the beds
of the famous have made journalism respected
and illustrOus wherever the English language
is spoken, has found new field for the exer-
else Of his talents. He is no longer content
with pursuing the travelling statesman through
railway trains and ferry boats, and celebrating
out of his casual remarks to the book agent
and the popcorn boy three columns Of con-
versation on the aspect Of politics; the new
style of emancipated interview, rising above
the old plOdding reports Of unwary conf
dences aud fictitious observations, creates
a tempest for the sake Of describing
it, When all the arts Of the tale-bearer have
been employed to set acquantances by the
ears, the shabby young man with the dirty
notebook forces his way into the very pcne-
tralia of the private household, and takes
down the dres iing-gOwn chatter Of irriatcd
young ladies. The system may be open to ob
lection, but if it il properly worked 1t can
hardly fail to furnish column OF so OF
scandalous copy. Any moderately ingenious
imp can make things lively between two
women by repeating, with proper emphasis
and q little cOlOring. the private opinions
which he has tempted each to express Of the
ether; and being in the thick of a battle of
his own creation. it will be strange if he can
not make out of it whatever story he pleases.
When il was reported the other day in Chi
cago that a little GOODNESS had arisen between
two distinguished prima dOnnas, the Blather
skte saw such an opportunity ~ comes to d
gentleman Of his profession only once in a
lifetime. In all haste he presented himself be-
a.. I ,ttf-o =. md
sucking the point of his stumpy pencil he
tumbled to his task with enthusiasm Miss
Cary said he, tell Us, honest, now, what
" do You thinl, of Miss Kellogg ?" We have
no doubt that the good-natured c0ntralto said
Miss Kellogg was n very nice person; but she
was not allowed to escape so easily. The eX-
animation was pursued with relentless severity,
the reporter taking the high ground that Tile
Ddily BLdiherskife chad right to know what
ever lttle secret rescntments, di5kes, piqueS,
and iealousies might be lurking in the young
lady's bosom. And so in time the grimy gen
tleman with n sOiied notebook reached his
object: Miss Cary, was it you or Miss Kel
"logg who broke down in the duet at San
Francisco, aud got Kissed ~ The flesh
and blood of no piima donna living could
stand that. Miss Cary's tongue was loosed.
" 1t was Miss Kellogg, of course, ard she
fought to have been ashamed" More followed.
We shall not repeat it, not being ourselves in
that line OF business; but it made the Blather-
skite happy; and he rushed off to repeat the
whole to Miss Kellogg. lie found the popular
soprano surrounded by her rctainers," in
which category he includes her mother, her
manager, and her agent. Mr.. Crosby. Luck
seemed to smile upon HIM; he had sting in his
notebook for every one of the party. "0h,
Miss Kellogg so glad it isn't true about you
"and Miss Cary But just hear what Miss
"Cary says of You; there are some statements
that seem TO deserve attention and az the
public has a right to know all about this
"quarrel--" Here an exclamation burst from
all his listeners together. There was no quar-
rel there never had been n quarrel. "Wen,r
said the BlatheIskite, that amt my fault :;
81 bat just see here She says you broke down
land got Missed, and You ought 20 he ashamed
and your people are bad lot, and your re
90 tainers'-that means you, Mrs. Kellogg.
"ma'am-"
Here, perhaps, we bad better stop. In about
FIVE minutes Miss Kellogg was telling how Miss
Cary "gave Mr.. Behrons hi" Miss Kellogg's
mamma, in a highly innamed condition, was
hurling invectye ut that impudent young
man." and telling him 70 put it in his paper
the treasurer was demonstrating with great
deal of noise the superiority Of Kellogg to
Cary, as tested by the box receipts; Mr.. Crosby,
With his hair on end was writing a tremcn-
dous letter to Miss Cary to protest against
being called "bad lott" while the unfortunate
srrabosch with both hands pressed to his
throbbing temples, tore madly up and down
tie room, crying. ooh, what troubles! For
Gods sake don't break up my troupe" The