Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1883-02-02
OTHER lind OF INTERVIEW.

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three O'clock on Monday morning
last. shiyrrins as | looked llp at the
stars above the dawn. and saw the
comet sailing down the east. drag
ging my big ulster from under the
stairs, and buttoning it up to my
ears, and hurrying forth to meet fifty
or sixty managers and reporters hud-
died in various corners of the Bruins
wick, awaiting the nod of Mr. Abbey
to start out to sea in search of Mrs.
Langtry. l have vague dream of
clamberlng with them on the elevated
road. transferring to steamboat at
the Battery, getting qualmish down
the Narrows; finally, away beyond
the quarantine ship, discerning the
black hulk looming through the dark
ness. and slowly floating to its side
and scrambling. L have a confused
dream of losing sight of Mr.. Abbey
and Oscar Wilde somehow on the
deck of the Arizona and inly chuck
ling as | came suddenly upon the
beautiful object of my search upon
the afterdecks, Mrs. Langtry, evi-
IDENTIFY. The same lovely violet OK
like eyes. the same low brow, straight
nose and massive chin, the same
moss like complexion, as of sumach
with a moonbeam on it, the same
slim, yoluptuous form, and her wrap
was nocturne in tender green She
was eating an apple and sadly cast
ing the masticarory debris into the
ocean. BY her side stood a man with
a large diamond in his shirt front and
IL hectic flush upon his nose.
"Madame,' l said, g1asDing her
hand, Il welcome you to this land Of
freedom"
This homage is very grateful to
my heart" said she: yours is a
great, generous, hospitable country"
and she lifted her hand with careless
grace to see if her invisible net was
all right on her bang.
The whole country is crazy to see
you" continued; you are regarded
as the most beautiful woman in the
world"
You are giving me taffy," she
modestly replied; then turned and
cast feeting but pensive wink upon
her companion.
You cannot help succeeding in
this country" / said encouragingly.
You bet!" she exclaimed, raising
a jeweled finger at me, it'll be a
cold day when I'm left out, and don't
you forget it."
open your mouth. madam" said
/, with the mild accent of a new den
tist. You Seem to have a good set
of teeth. l am surprised, for I had
read that your teeth We're mostly
gone"
1T is a newspaper lie for election
eering purposes" she cried, as her
eyes flashed. Il can lift barrel of
cider i'll my teeth"
The tears welled softly up in her
violet eyes, but she conquered her
emotion. and, taking another bite of
her apple, she said: Il like to up
holster my stomach after a sea voy
age. and apples is as good as any
thing"
Apples is good" 1 acquiesced,
adopting the Jersey dialect for the
sake of politeness. MAY 1 ask you
how you like this country?"
She turned her violet eyes upon
the fog that encompassed the vessel
and said: Just splendid! Espe-
cially the hotels, the elevators, the
railroad cars, the succotash, and pie
oh! and the newspapers. Your a
reporter, amt you?'
l shrank beneath her gaze, and ex-
planned that l was not a reporter; I
was an ambassador dispatched on
journalistic mission.
You're bobolink," she said.
With gesture of self appreciation
l protested that l could not sing, and
got in ahead of her with, .How many
trunks have yous"
Three" she answered meditative-
ly; Il had seven"
What's in them, if you pleasew
She inserted her white and-unac-
customed to hard hand in a
small bag on her arm, and took out
bunch Of keys. which she handed
to me with: Thanks. Have the
trunks carried up to the Press Club,
and after the boys from the different
papers have erummaged them through,
send 'em up to the West Side Hotel"
MADAME" said, ''are you moved
most strongly by mercenary motives
or pathetic motives? Is it your prin-
cipal motive to make money or to en-
tertain and enlighten the publics"
She dropped her head sbyly and
said, I'm on the make. The public
be-w
Suddenly comprehending that I
had interviewed the wrong woman, l
awoke with a start. The morning
sun was shining through my window
straight into my eyes. l hadn't been
down to the bay to meet Mrs. Lang
try, and was glad of it. Catch me
getting up at three o'clock in the
morning to receive any mere foreign
or. l rose and ate breakfast like a
reasonable being, sending to limbo
OF dreams the slangy angel who had
haunted the night.