The Marietta journal. [volume] (Marietta, Ga.) 1866-1909, 1900-02-01
A COLD. STONY GAZE.
HOW EMMA JucH FRCZE AN INDls.
GREET REPORTER.


thetic Newspaper Man Got an Invi-
tation to Retire and the Menda-
cious One Got the story.
Irever heard the critics accuse En-
ina Juch of lacking sympathy or fire in
her art. Int 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 personiication Of joyousness, the
very goddess 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
aongstress 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-
eeived the applause, but not the ova-
ton, and. per consequence. was I'M
happy
Hearing that the fair warbler had
sustained financial reverse, the editor
of the Minneapolis Journal naturally
wanted to know all about it for pub
LEGATION, and | 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-received an invitation to
visit the prima donna.
just as | was about to enter the ele-
vator a reporter for another afternoon
newspaper stepped up He was rather
new man. an excellent fellow, but, as
it seemed to me. somewhat lacking in
fnesse
I'm going up to see Emma" he
said. "Where are you going"
Same Grand replied. WED
better tackle her one at a time, hadn't
we?'
Lord, nor he responded We'll
both go in at once You do the talking.
and II 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 a dash of color here and there that
made the thing look as if it cost 81, OO0.
Ny companion gasped and subsidized on
a horsehair settee near the door
Nine. Juch appeared majestic, s,atu-
esque, magnificent, if yoG will. but
cold-very cold She babe 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 ope%s an interview that wayl
A queer noise reached me from the
direction of the settee, and l supposed
the other fellow was swinging his arms
to keep warm. but / dared not look
around
In as few words as possible | 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
1t is entirely unnecessary to recapit-
ulate the interview Mime. Juch went
over the conditions of her contract and
described the treatment to which she
had been subjected with some little ap-
proach to warmth of expression. She
really seemed to be thawing when that
unregeneuate 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 reoreant manager:
Has big stiff; that's what he is
a big stiff
| shall never forget the expression of
acute nausea that enshrouded the usual
ly immobile countenance of the great
artistic as she turned with cold. stony
gaze-a gaze that would freeze liquid
air-in the direction Of the voice and
carefully focused the other man with
her lorgnette saw the other man
shrink fearfully He looked just about
a tight fit for bantam's egg when the
lorgnette landed
Good gracousl" said Nine. Juch in
panied way DO you-er-know
that person.
Never saw him before in my life,
! replied 1t was mean thing to do,
but the paper wanted an interview, and
/ hadn't half finished.
Would you-er-m mind leaving the
room, " said lovely Emma, addressing
the other fellow Perhaps detective
sort of person, don't you think2" she
added as the other fellow escaped.
Endorsed the opinion and went on
with the interview, which lasted an
other 5 minutes Then l bowed myself
out and hunted the other man, intend
ing TO placate him, but be wouldn t
speak TO me and hasn't since. That
chap doesn't appreciate the exigencies
OF the profession. Minneapolis Jour
nal