"The Riot at Sevenoaks!!! "An interesting Interview with Col. Belcher! "The original account grossly Exaggerated! "The whole matter an outburst of Personal Envy! "The Palgrave Mansion in a fume! "Tar, feathers and fagots! "A Tempest in a Tea-pot! "Petroleum in a blaze, and a thousand fingers burnt!!! "Stand out from under!!!" The headings came near taking Mr. Belcher's breath away. He gasped, shuddered, and wondered what was coming. Then he went on and read the report of the interview: "A 'Tattler' reporter visited yesterday the great proprietor of Sevenoaks, Colonel Robert Belcher, at his splendid mansion on Fifth Avenue. That gentleman had evidently just swallowed his breakfast, and was comforting himself over the report he had read in the 'Tattler' of that morning, by inhaling the fragrance of one of his choice Havanas. He is evidently a devotee of the seductive weed, and knows a good article when he sees it. A copy of the 'Tattler' lay on the table, which bore unmistakable evidences of having been spitefully crushed in the hand. The iron had evidently entered the Colonel's righteous soul, and the reporter, having first declined the cup of coffee hospitably tendered to him and accepted (as he always does when he gets a chance) a cigar, proceeded at once to business. "_Reporter_: Col. Belcher, have you seen the report in this morning's 'Tattler' of the riot at Sevenoaks, which nominally had your dealings with the people for its occasion? "_Answer_: I have, and a pretty mess was made of it. "_Reporter:_ Do you declare the report to be incorrect? "_Answer:_ I know nothing about the correctness or the incorrectness of the report, for I was not there. "_Reporter:_ Were the accusations made against yourself correct, presuming that they were fairly and truthfully reported? "_Answer:_ They were so far from being correct that nothing could be more untruthful or more malicious. "_Reporter:_ Have you any objection to telling me the true state of the case in detail?