New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1899-05-17
A COLD, STON 7 GAZE.
HOW EMMA JUCH FRozE AN INDIs-
GREET REPORTER.

GREET REPORTER.
An Interview In Which the sympa-a
4hetic Newspapers Man Got an Invi-
tation to Retire and the Menda-
cious One Got the Story.
|, I never heard the critics accuse EN-
ma Juch of lacking sympathy or fire in
her art, but there must be scores Of in
reviewers in this country ready to
swear that she was reared on lemon ice. ]
Upon occasions Nine. Juch appeared
the personifcation Of joyousness, the
very saddess of mirth, but these occur
usually when guarantees look bona fide
and when there happens to be no other
lady soloist on the bill.
Unluckily [ encountered the famous
songstress at time when she had lost
$500 by the rascality, as she expressed
it, of St. Paul manager; also, as it
happened, Mile. Clementine de We're
was on the programme, strong in her
possession of fresh young voice that
thrilled audiences in aria or ballad and
won applause of the spontaneous sort
that critics call ovation. Nine. Juch re-
ceived the applause, but not the ova-
tion, and, per consequence, was I'M
happy. .~..- ----.---...-.
Hearing that the fair warbler had
sustained a financial reverse, the editor
Of the Minneapolis Journal naturally
| wanted to know all about it for pub
LEGATION, and I happened to be detailed
for the interview. Nine. Juch was at
the West hotel sent up my card, and
despite the somewhat unreasonable
hour-it was scarcely half past 10 in
the morning-receiveda an invitation to
visit the prima donna.
| Just as I was about to enter the ele-
vator reporter for another afternoon
newspaper stepped up. He was rather
new man. an excellent fellow, but, as
it seemed to me, somewhat lacking in
finesse.
"I'm going up to see Emma" he
said. "Where are you going?"
ssSame errand," replied. "We'd
better tackle her one at time, hadn't
WEI"
''Lord, nol'' he responded. "We'I
both go in at once. You do the talking,
and I'll take notes.
The plan didn't suit me very well,
but there seemed no help for it. As we
entered the apartment, Nine. Juch
rose from her lounging chair and took
a step forward. She was attired in
some sort of loose, white morning gown,
with dash of color here and there that
made the thing look as if it cost 81, 900.
My companion gasped and subsidized on
a horsehair settee near the door.
Nine. Juch appeared majestic, statu-
esque, magnificent, if you will, but
cold-very cold. She bade me be seated
in a refrigerated tone and asked to
what she was indebted for the honor,
ETC. Heaven defend me from the not
able who opens an interview that way
A queer noise reached me from the
direction of the settee, and supposed
the other fellow was swinging his arms
to keep warm, but I dared not look
around.
In as few words as possible I ex-
planned the object Of the call, threw in
few mild remarks indicative Of my
belief that the St. Paul manager was a
soulless scoundrel, who ought to be
lynched, and then waited.
It is entirely unnecessary to recapit-
ulate the interview. Nine. Juch went
over the conditions Of her contract and
described the treatment to which she
had been subjected with some little ap-
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really seemed to be thawing when that
unregenerate wretch over on the horse.
hair settee Clipped in. The singers re-
cital of her financial woes had excited
his ire against the man who had de-
frauded her, and he blurted out, refer
ring to the recreant manager:
'He's a big stiff; that's what he is
big stiff"
shall never forget the expression o.
acute nausea that enshrouded the usual
ly immobile countenance of the grea
artistic as she turned, with cold, ston!
gaze-a gaze that would freeze liqui(
air-in the direction of the voice ant
1 carefully focused the other man will
her lorgnette. I saw the other maj
shrink fearfully. He looked just abou
a tight fit for bantam's egg when tn
lorgnette landed.
"Good g1acious!' said Nine. Juch il
panied way. EDO you-er-kno
that person.
"Never saw him before in my life,
I replied. 1t was a mean thing to do
but the paper wanted an interview, an,
I hadn't half finished.
"Would you-er-mind leaving tn
room," said lovely Emma, addressing
the other fellow. 'sPerhaps detectiv
sort Of person, don't you think?" sh
added as the other fellow escaped.
I Endorsed the opinion and went o.
with the interview, which lasted an
other Is minutes. Then bowed mysel
out and hunted the other man, intend
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