The Coconino weekly sun., 1895-03-28
AN INTERVIEW.
How a Great Frenchman Was
 Beaten by a Girl Reporter.

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 never was pudding-and-pie sort of girl; and think when started going to town, and left the household duties to my sister, my people actually felt Q sense of relief.
 For some time I wrote at random, sending in contributions to all sorts of papers, some of which reached their mark The majority, however, like carrier pigeons or the Australian boom erang, faithfully returned to me. ! At last I attracted the attention of the editor of the Weekly Ray, or at least my work did; and after a few more successes he offered me post on his paper
 "A lady interviewer, you know, Miss Neville" said he to me, "can frequent ly attain her object where man would fail, and shall be glad to see what success you may have at the business" " Time went on, and had fixed" hun dreds of notables, when one day, enter ing the editors room to submit some copy to him, perceived by the way he greeted me that he had some special commission in store.
 Good morning, Miss Neville. The very person 1 wanted to see. Take a seat"
 sat down, while the editor pushed his papers aside, laid down his glasses and commenced.
 You have no doubt heard that the famous Frenchman, M. Jean Coussot, has arrived in London for a stay of a f..,x hnS tnly l;e ters at the Hotel Bristol?"
 What, the 'unapproachable' in Lon don" said l. 'No, am ashamed to say that had not heard of it."
 Well, it is nevertheless fact" con tinued my chief, adding with a smile: And very aptly you have christened him, for not only has he never been in- terviewed, but has declared his decision that he never will be. Now, although Coussot has never done anything so very remarkable, beyond writing some epigrammatic plays and jingling verses, and posing with great success as an art critic, a wit, cynic, and leader of fashion, yet he has "a vogue,' and whatever opinions and impressions fall from his lips people will greedily de- vour."
 Therefore" said I, anticipating his coming remark, what you suggest is that / should endeavor to obtain the same?"
 That's it," said the editor. ''There- by, if you succeed, rendering your paper great service and covering your self with glory"
 Next morning-I had spent all the previous day and night thinking about my task-I presented myself at the Hotel Bristol.
 "Is M. Jean Coussot within?"
 "Yes, miss," said the hall porter, much to my delight What name?"
 handed him one of my cards, which he in turn passed to boy in buttons, who disappeared upstairs with it.
 A minute later he returned. "Kindly step this way, miss!" Was the great man really going to see me? It would be something even to receive refusal direct from his own lips.
 Up and up we went, till on the third or fourth landing, man servant, hold ing my card in his fingers, confronted me.
 Monsieur has so many callers" he explained, with a bow, eying me curl ously all the time. What might be madGme's business?"
 Perfectly well aware that might as well beat retreat at once as hope for success if 1 answered his question, My business is with monsieur" l said, calmly. kindly hand him my card, and he will see me-"
 Still hesitating, but evidently i'm pressed by the assurance with which l spoke, the man turned and tapped at an adjacent door.
 Enter" responded a voice from within. The man left the door aJar behind him. Silently I stepped up to it and peeped through the crack, being rewarded for my temerity by the sight height, clad in a long frock coat, with a bullet-shaped head, hair cropped tight, a well-formed nose, and a straight mustache of enormous proportions.
 ''Mees Margaret Neveel" I heard him say. No! do not think know the lady" Then he added, turning to the servant: 'Is mademoiselle young or old?"
 Young, sir" said the man; and in my anxiety had almost called through the opening of the door "and pretty
 ''Did you ask her beezneez?"
 "Yessir. She said it was direct with you"
 Well, will see her in one moment, ' came the welcome words; but, as stepped back from the door, they were followed by: But shust make sure hel beezneez has nosing to do with ze noospapairs."
 A groan almost escaped me. It was no use prevaricating when, in a mo ment's time, I should be in the great mans presence. I told the servant candidly that I did indeed come from the editor of the Weekly Ray, paper that had always expressed its greatest admiration of NJ. Coussot and all his works, to bid him welcome to oul