Arizona republican., 1899-04-18
KILLINGS RUIsE.
Hc.w He Gracefully Slid Away From a
 Would-Be Interviewer.

It was not mere thirst, but luck, that led me to the Grenoble hotel last Fri day afternoon The Philharmonic CT chestra was blazing away across the street in Carnegie hall, and after Adele Aus der One had played, I left, bent on meeting Victor Herbert. went to the Grencble hotel, and hastened tct the cafe. I expected to meet a man. I met one. He was standing just across the doorsill Of the cafe, in the main entrance His back set me thinking. Then the blood left my temples for he turned and I found myself looking into fathomless spec tacled eyes, and the glint of them warmed my soul. I stepped back and him of the brown tweed clothes and derby hat moved toward the news stand. It was the chance of a lifetime. Its forelock was rudely seized.
 ''Rud-!" I exclaimed. but was in terrupted.
 Not the same" came the response in demi-staccato.
 ''I beg your pardon-strange resem- blance-same hotel" I managed to stammer. and the modulation from sheer reporter to embarrassed admirer arrested the fancy of my companion. saw him. smiling grim, almost Amer ican smile under that clipped mus tache of his.
 "Its not the first time" he said. rejoining me, and I noticed that he had a copy of Mile New York.
 Now here" he said, tapping the paper. "is what I worry about in you Americans. You cry aloud with her TOT at French literature because of it's immortality, but you take it with lit tie water-diluted' I b,ushed. I didn't think the journal had ever sug- gested anything approaching the re- ticence of Paris and water. Come and have a drink" said the grsat mans double, and soon we saw the bottom of our glasses and he began talking.
 "In all New York there is but one spot that suggests simplicity. I caught it as I passed your big tram station below here. It is a small restaurant and on it's windows the sign reads: "A Place for Men and Women to Eat That is the first time since I've been in America. I knew you had any but gentlemen and ladies! That sign did me good I felt as if I could go in and eat fried oysters with potato salad"
 Have you been to the Wagner op- eras?" I hazarded.
 ''Wagner's music. like brandy, is fit l for heroes only. Whom the gods make mad love Wagner" I was staggered and muttered something about Wotan's imperialism. The other regarded me with pupils narrowed in menacing slit
 ''I swore by Krishna," he said, 'the first man who mentioned imperialism l would throttle" I ordered some thing to smoke and put the question plump,y. He did net walk away. he l did not assault me, but taking off his big bowed spectacles, he answered me quite simply:
 'I have the tastes of my neighbor. Why shouldn't I? I like to read Ma caulay, I like to look at the pictures of Meissonie-, and Mendelssohn seems tc me the loveliest fellow among the composers"
 And Kipling, do you enjoy hirn?" I was playing my trump card and my sTbtlety made the bartender shiver with expectation. Then came stun- ming surprise.
 ''Very much, especially his animal stories."
 In a flash I thought of the Philip pines, of Mckinley, of the poison mys- tery, of Robert Louis SteveI.scn, or the Days Work of everything, or noth ing, and in my desperation lo mmed the Siegfried theme. My companion,