The Arkansaw traveler., 1888-03-17
SEES MRS. POTTER.

Colonel George Sabberly, of Dry Fork, who is on visit to Chicago, and who 80 freely expressed his opin- ion of Mrs. Langtry, has seen Mrs. James Brown Potter, in "Loyal Love" He thus writes to friend:
 "MY DEAR BILL :-l went the other night to see Mrs. JaUres Brown Potter in sort of school exhibition that the bill of fare called Loyal Love- This lady, you ricolleck, is the one that got sich name some time ago by reading a poem called Livery Stable Joe l don't know whether she was the fust one that read the thing or not, but at any rate talkin' it off in the presence of whole passul of people give her a powerful influence in the community Bill, there ain't no question but there's something sorter drawin' about her face, stamped as it is with kind of attractive sassyness, but she's thinner than lath. And instead of tryin' to hide this draw back, she puts a white sheet around her in way that makes her look thinner than she is. She don't draw the sheet together at the breast. It mout have been that the narrowness of the sheet didn't allow her enough cloth, but If my wife was to dress that way-and she can afford to better than this woman can-rd make it as special request that she should git pillow-slip and patch the front of her rig with it.
 "When Mrs. Potter stands perfeckly still and holds up her head, she puts me in mine of the pictures of the wimmen that take off nearly all their clothes and go out in the wheat field but soon as she moves the picture fades. She don't seem to have bu, one Pint and that Is in her neck Whenever she walks she looks like she's about to fall, and when she sits down she looks like she was too tired to ever git up again.
 "Bill, ef she was po' hard workin gal that was tryin' to make livin' by this here stage business, wouldn't } talk thiser way about her, but she ain't. She was well off and had s husband that loved her and was proud of her. The society people flattered her and the newspapers spoke of how well she could read poetry, and then her head began to turn. She begun to turn down the lamp that had made her home so bright, and her hus- band sat where the dim rays fell and her little child played in the shadow She wanted fine dresses instead oi love. She wanted to feel rich lace around her neck instead of the pres , sure of tender and devoted arms. The excitement of society began to get tame and then she went on the stage Why? Was it because she had to make living2 No, she wanted a more thrilling fiattery than the tempered praise of society. As I set lookiR at her, Bill, thought of little weazen face actress that had seed the night before. She uster sweep out a shoe shop, think somebody told me- She might pass you dozen times day on the street and unless women had been powerful scarce in your neigh borhood, you wouldn't notice her. But as soon as she began to talk felt something rising in my throat. l swallowed it. Came up again. tried to swallow 1t, but it jumped away from my grasp and gushed out of my eyes. She ruled me. She led me along the road where the buds was swellin' and showed me an old rock spring house where the milk was always so sweet. She set me down in the shade and gently famed me with . straw hat. She p'inted out man that was plowin' in field, and hearn him chuck to his horse. Under the box elders in the fence corner, . boy lay near q jug of water, chewing sweet grass, and trying to pull up a