St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1888-05-27
The Bath Tub Where She
Practices for Her Stage
Dislocations.
Next Year the Beauty and
Kyrle Will Play Antony
and Cleopatra.

S-~Ss show is over to have
any correct idea of
what she is. Mrs. James Brown Potter
on the stage is the faint suggestion of a
hope beyond. To know her Off the stage
| determined to view her in her car, if
had to continue my way in sections
after having been run over by half a
dozen engines, | was animated equally
by a zeal for truth and desire to shake
the hand of the Prince of Wales by
proxy. Pauline, old girl" said [ to
myself, lust fancy the sensation
of clasping hand that has
felt the touch of royalty Shut
up your eyes; the American eagle will
descend from his perch, the roar of the
British lion will make music in your
ears, and for a few brief seconds you
will froth at the mouth in a fit of Anglo
MANIA"
Mrs. Potter. it is reported, has
horror of reporter, so Just took the
chestnut off my bracelet and went i'll
disguise. Over tracks, between cars.
playing peek-a-boo with numerous
engines, up steps, down steps, and
finally the last quarter of mile on an
uncertain plank walk that offered the
pleasant prospect of hugging the rag
ing Mississippi to my bosom in case
train came along, | approached the
American Roses car. There was man
sitting few feet in front of it, skip
ping stones into the river. ''How
sweet the picture of Genius in relaxa-
tIon," thought |, supposing it was
Kyrle Bellew. He wore an old SLOUGH
hat. and dilapidated coat was turned
back from his manly bosom, exposing
\ FADED FLANNEL SHIRT
to the questioning gaze of All unmarried
female. His trousers were tucked with
careless grace into a pair of 81 boots,
and though the wind blew colds in the
head and the rain fell sore Threats, he
still sat on-the river bank, lost to the
world around him in his fascinating
pastime. Tiptoeing respectfully and
carefully by him, faced the alterna-
tive of doing circus to climb into the
car or calling Kyrle Claude Meinotte
Bellew to take Pauline in his arms and
spare her the eXertion her high-born
limbs were unaccuStOmed to. But the
matter was settled by form in broad
cloth appearing on the platform and
startling me into the mighty effort that
brought me to his level and button Off
my ulster at the same time.
Mrs. Potter is not in,' spoke a voice
from the broadcloth in answer to a mod
est request to see her, "but her brother
is. Perhaps You would like to see him."
1t is polite to pretend you enjoy stones
when you can't get the bread you are
after, so David and l met. David's
nice boy, if he is d man, and | like him.
He took ME right up-figuratively-an
treated me just as if | might be a men,
Der of the family or an opportunity for
free advertising. He showed me the
Roses home on wheels and explained to
me about folding bed with careful
consideration for chance ignorance @On
the subject that betrayed generous
nature. He let me look at her bath tub,
and | at once saw how the dislocating
act she does
IN ADJUSTING HERSELF
to Bellows height in love-making
scenes serves her well in taking bath.
She certainly must take herself to
pieces and go in one at time. The be-
lief is sustained by a row of hooks fast
ened all around the bath closet. where
each piece probably hangs itself up,
and gets dry waiting for the rest to
finish. 1t was a strong temptation to
scoop up some of the water that stood
i'll the tub and bring it home for relic.
But David said his sister had feeling
of delicacy about giving anything like
that away, but that if | could arrange to
buy some from the boys who peddle her
pictures through the theater nights, he
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room is next to his sisters, and
Kyrle Bellew hunks with David.
The combined parlor and dining
room, like the entire car, is
a tritle the worse for wear. A
compact little kitchen at the rear is
place where very good meals, according
to David, are gotten up. The servants
comprise colored cook and waiter. and
Mrs. Potter'S maid.
Mrs. Potter was at the opera house re-
hearsing, and David and l walked up
town together. How l did wish my
hated rival could see me Sauntering
Mrs. James Brown Potter as though l
were good for a column and half at
the very least reckoning. Mrs. Potter
was on the stage at the opera house-a
bewildering picture of beauty in a
Mother Hubbard. Her gown was loud
black and red plaid of the genus
Mother Hubbard, if it did have black
sash tied around it, no hustle and no
skirts to speak of on under it. What
ever dress Mrs. Potter dons she gives
the impression that she would wear fig
leaves if the climate and society per-
mitted.
HER HAIR IS BEAUTIFUL
but was badly combed. 1t is stretching
a point to assume that it had been
cOmbed at all. She wore a black turban.
and red jacket trimmed with red and
gilt paSSementerie. Her gloves were very
poor and her shoes very pretty. The
contour of her face is exquisite, as every
body knows. But the coloring is not at
all so. Her complexion is brown and she
is freckled. Her manner is gracious to
effusiyenesS, and girlish until every
thing in her presence grows old by sug-
gestion. YOu'le find yourself surprised
that your teeth are not false, and feel
that something must be wrong because
there are no plumpers in your cheeks.
Kyrle Bellew at a rehearsal, seen in
the cruel light of day is a revelation too.
His hair is gray and he looks hungry.
He stands between Mrs. Potter and an
interviewer in chivalrous fashion, leav- |
ing her to smile, exclaim now and |
then, and run about the stage as her |
gay and girliSh impulses direct. Just |
as he had finished saving that their |
Western trip was delightful, and was
telling how he and Mrs. Potter amused |
themselves during the day here firing |
with rife at inoffensive tin cans float
ing about their own business down the
river, Mrs. Potter broke out with guSh,, |
lob, can you feline where l can get a |
donkey? / want Donkey" n ~.
Had l been man she would have |
made me mad. l would have thought |
there must have been something about |
me to give her the sudden attack of |
donkey. ''They had such dear little |
ones in Colorado" she went on, that | |
must have one myself" Will she get |