The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1895-03-23
AN INTERVIEW.
How a Great Frenchman Was
Beaten by a Girl Reporter.

to town, and left the household duties
TO my sister, my people actually felt 4
sense of relief.
For some time / 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 ! attracted the attention OF
the editor of the Weekly Ray, or at
least my work did; and after n 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 ut 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 wanted to see. Take n
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, NJ. Jean Coussot,
has arrived in London for stay of a
few days, and has taken up his quar-
tiers at the Hotel Bristol?"
What, the 'unapproachable' in Lon
dom" said l. mo, am ashamed to say
that had not heard of it,"
well, IL is nevertheless fact" con-
tinucd 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, wit, cynic, and leader
of fashion, yet he has "A vogue and
whatever opinions and impressions fall
from his lips people will greedily de-
YOUR"
Therefore" said /, anticipating his
coming remark, what you suggest is
that / should cndeavor to obtain the
same?"
That's it," said the editor There
by, II 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 tasll---I presented myself at the
Hotel Bristol.
as NJ. Jean Coussot within?"
Yes, MISS" said the hall porter,
much to my delight. "What namc?"
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? 1t would
be something even to receive n refusal
direct from his own lips.
Up and up we went, till, on the third
or fourth landing, a man servant, hold
ing my card in his fingers, confronted
me.
Monsieur has so many callers" he
explained, with q bow, eying me curl-
ously all the time. what might be
madEme's business?"
Perfectly well aware that might as
well beat u retreat ut once as hope for
success if 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 inn
pressed by the assurance with which
spoke, the man turned and tapped at
an adjacent door.
''EnterI' responded voice from
within. The man left the door aJar
behind him. Silently stepped up TO
it and pceped through the crack, being
rewarded for my temcrity by the sight
of rather stout figure of medium
height, clad in long frock coat, with
II bullct-shaped head, hair cropped
tight, a wcll-formed nose, and straight
mustache of enormous proportions.
"Mees Margaret Ncveel!' | heard
him say. mo! do not think know
the lady" Then he added, turning to
the servant: us mademoiselle young
or old?"
Young, sir" said the man: and in my
anxiety had almost called through
the opening of the door land pretty"
Ibid you ask her beczncez?"
"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 her
bcczneez has nosing to do with ze
noospapairs."
A groan almost escaped me. It was
no use prevaricating when, in n mo-
ments time, should be in the great
mans presence. told the servant
candidly that / 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 our
shores.
Tn. mans face relaxed as l said this.
He returned to the room, and n second
after heard NJ. Coussot's voice from
within:
''IIa! hal Hal hal YER gootl YER goot
indecdl Tell Mees Newell / feel re
honor greatly, but" - and here he
raised his tones-.'M. Coussot Is nevair