The Saint Paul globe., 1900-01-28

frock. standing beneath bower of Amer
lean Beauties, Miss Potter gave admira-
bly, some of her breezy Western poems.
That evening social New York was at
her feet. After this all things came her
way Friends, admiration, money sue
cess, everything succumbed to the mag
netism and charm of the Patch Grove
beauty and genius
Oh, the delight and intoxication Of it
all! Looking back on the joy CT these
early triumphs, is it any wonder the hero
Inc regrets at times, even passionately,
the cruel fate that bids her quit so soon
a life that can hold such good things.
Her repertoire grew with her success.
Robert Griffin Morris wrote for her the
celebrated monologue, of which she still
holds the copyright, entitled "Flirts and
Matrons''
In this piece Miss Potter made the sue
cess of her life. She acted the part of
one womans life, from the cradle to the
grave and in 1t she showed to the utmost
advantage her marvellous versatility as
an emotional elocutonist and actress. She
introduced over fifty different charac-
ters, made several lightning changes.
In a very few months she made So, 600,
giving this monologue all over America
Then she went to London, where new
and quite as great successes awaited her.
On Dec. last she appeared for the last
time on the platform, and it was In a
good cause. She got UP an entertain
ment, at which she appeared no less than
twenty-four times herself, in aid of the
poor children belonging to the parish of
st. Thomas church.
The funds she netted bought them their
Christmas tree. Many a poor child is
wearing today shoes and socks and
draG tha frIrif OF na
Potter's last effort In the field where she
has reaped so many and such brilliant
successes.
SO glad to see you again." said Miss
Potter the other day. "Do you know
they told me you were going to write a
little story about me for the paper? Now
1 want to tell you 1 think this is another
proof Of Gods goodness to me. A great
many people have lots of pretty things
said in the papers about them after
they're dead and deep down in the
earth, when they never can see or hear
or know things any more.
"Just feel my arm. How firm and
healthy the flesh is! Sometimes 1 pinch
myself and say: oh, nonsense You're
a picture Of health and youth and
strength. You are not going to die; sure.
ly the doctors are mistaken Then the
pain, the awful pain, starts again, and
hope goeth out with the day Some
times / lean out of bed and look down
into the street through the window, and
see so many people passing, and some of
them are old. quite old-hfty. sixty, sew,
enty and even more-and l say to my
self, You're going to live, you're going
to live, and you're going to Eve-and l.
Jennie O'Nel Potter, loving life as I do.
and all the sweetness and brightness and
dear friends it holds, l have got to die.
to die.
f"You want to know how I felt when
the doctors told me that there was no
hope-that the utmost limit of my days
was three months?
you will scarcely believe it, the whole
thing is so strange. 1 had all my anguish
in & dream just the night before the doc
tors told me.
Il was taken with terrible hemorr.
hage in my apartment, and somebody
sent for the Bellevue ambulance. When
the doctor came he said If he had de-
layed five minutes more 1 should have
bled to death. But all the time l wasn't
a bit alarmed, myself. l didn't think II
was ANYTHING serious.
well, that night in Bellevue l had
most horrible dream. 1 dreamed that I
was in room alone with great black
horse Everywhere 1 noted that he fol-
lowed me-always with his head or my
shoulder-the fright and horror he in
spired me with 1 can't describe, be-
cause I have always loved horses-born
or. stock farm, you know.
well, in trying to escape from him 1
rushed into an adjoining room. There
stood a. friend. Well, 1 rushed to him
for protection, the horse always by my
SIDE He put out his arms, but some
how he could not clasp me, and Their
looking at me sadly, he said: Jennie, lit
tie girl, it's too late, it's too late At
that moment-God help mel suffered
all the agonies possible. 1 knew, I
knew it was my death sentence, and
from his lips. Then suddenly, after
what seemed to me centuries Of agony,
q great peace settled down on my torn
heart.
Then I knew better when the doctors
told me it was all over 1 was going
to die, and in my sleep I commenced to
sing:
Abide with me; fast falls the eventide:
The darkness deepens; Lord, with me