Wood River times. [volume] (Hailey, Idaho) 1882-1915, 1883-02-09
1T MADE FREDDIE MAD.
The Interview Which Led 70 Gebhardt
Being CHALLENGED.

lie lntreNleW Win reuule UeD-
hardt, published in the St. Louis
Globe-Democrat, which led to Fred
die abusing the reporter, and being
challenged by him, was as follows:
AT seven o'clock a reporter Of the
Globe Democrat raped on Freddie's
door, and having heard Of Frcddie's
abnormal fear of reporters, was much
surprised TO hear voice respond
''Come in" Entering he found him
self in neatly furnished parlor. On
a side-table there were two new plug
hats, on the sofa two overcoats, and
on the center table two fresh bouquets.
Passing through this parlor, the re-
porter reached the room whence the
voice proceeded. 1t was the Voice of
locksmith, who was putting on
new lock or adjusting the old lock of
the door between the bedroom and
the parlor. This was Freddie's sleep
ing apartment, and with instructive
quickness the reporter observed that
there were four pairs of shoes and two
pairs of slippers on the floor. There
was white coverlet on the bed and
beautiful picture of the Lilly sus-
pended over the head of the b d. On
the dresser there were four ivory
backed brushes, four ivory combs,
two wisps, pot of rouge, a box of
lily white, two coat brushes, a small
mirror, a box Of cosmetic and three
pictures of the Lily-one a large ex-
ira cabinet size mounted on stand,
and the other two ordinary cabi.
nets. 1t was a lovely boudoir for the
devotee of beauty, and a fit shrine for
the worship of a youth whose plaintive
signs have swept two hemispheres.
Being questioned as to whether Fred
die was in, the locksmith replied:
"Well, he was here, but he's just left
She sent her servant after him."
"Whom do you mean by she?"
asked the reporter.
"Why the lady at the other end of
the hall" replied the workman, grin
ming all over his face, and then added:
81 guess you know all about it. Any
how, when he got the message to
come he knocked over two chairs
getting out o here, and the way he
ran down the hall should suppose he
was out of breath when he reached
her room.'
AS the reporter was retiring, the
philosophical locksnith remarked; 81
was once kind o soft in this love bus.
mess myself, but l was never soft
enough to tramp round the country
after any woman" 1t was a poet
who wrote, 'Iove laughs at lock.
smiths," but here was locksmith
who snickcred at love.
A few minutes later the reporter
sent his card to Freddie, and was
promptly invited to call at Mrs. I.ang.
try's room. He was received by Fred
dies servant, who made a low and
revercntial salaam, such as plebeans
are accustomed to make to reporters
and other good men. The scribe was
astonished to find himself ushercd in.
to the presence of the Lily herself,
who, with her sister-in-law, Miss
Langtry, and Freddie, were seated at
table, vigorously discussing Il dish
of roast quails. With that character
istic politeness for which he is in
debted to an early and genteel cul.
ture, Freddie signed to look at the
reporter, but did not speak. lie
merely swallowed the left wing of a
quail and wiped off his chin. The re-
porter pulled down his vest. The
awful silence was finally broken by
Freddie, who, with the air of one who
has been rudely interrupted at ban
quct, asked:
"Wcll, sir, what do you want?"
The reporter replied that he was on
the trail of an interview, but init
mated that it might be agreeable to
Freddie if he would submit to be in
terrogatcd alone. The gallant lover
responded that he'd as lief express
himself in the presence of whole cir
Gus company as not.
"lhcn, querled the reporter, "wll
you state what your object is in fol
lowing Mrs. Langtry around the coun.
try"
This was bombshcll thrown into
the warlike camp. Mrs. Langtry was
the first to respond to this leading
question, and, woman-like, she did
not StOn until she gave the repOrtar g
''piece of her mind" 81 think you
reporters are very saucy,' said She
ITO ask about things that don't con
Germ you. Mr.. Gebhardt is my friend
and that does not concern the public
He's not Congressman, nor theat
rical man-he's simply young ma.
travelling for pleasure. It's an impu
dent piece of business, this interview
ing is; it wouldn't be allowed in Eng
land-no, it wouldn't" and the fail
Lily's blue eyes glistened with an i'll