The San Francisco call., 1909-03-29
IAUTHORESS' EYE H
| TAMES PULITZERI|
Journalist Retreats Before
Ocular Onslaught of
Gertrude Atherton
On Tamalpais
Chapter Nth


ST was seated on the edge of my COUCH
writes the autobiographic woman novelist, my
typewriter, trusted minion of my mind. clatter-
ing, like a ready gossip, on my table Below mo
stretched the mountain side, and bay. and cen
the sea. the gorgeous Pacific that washes the
dimpIed shores of beloved Monterey. Suddenly
I heard the tread of foot. The door few open
my private door few open before the great
fist of MAN. His bulk filled the doorway
I simply looked at him. I gazed at him. stared
at him. Man Wits before stare. He disinte-
CRATES. I was left along with my type
writer, the trusted minion of my mind
From Two in Tavern at Tamalpais.
Mrs. Gertrude Atherton may not
write the above paragraph in her forth
coming book, which is being composed
on the top of Mount Tamalpais. but
she could well do it and still be auto
geographic. If she did, Alfred Pulitzer,
the millionaire drinker of coffee and
honey, who was once New York
journalist, would be pictured as the
intruder.
For Pulitzer intruded Saturday.
Mrs. Atherton has been living on
Mount Tamalpais for several months
engaged in the preparation of a new
novel Her room is in a quiet corner
of the tavern, and Mrs. Atherton is in
the habit of sitting on the edge of her
cot. in beribboned negligee ticking out
brilliant epigrams and gorgeous SEN
tences on a tiny typewriter, which
she cuddles in her lap as she writes.
Saturday distinguished party Wis
tied the top of Tamalpais. The Right
Honorable James Bryce, British am
bassador to the United States. was one
of the group. Alfred Pulitzer, who is
staying at the Fairmont, was another
There were other people, but they did
not figure conspicuously.
Pulitzer assumed the direction of
the party. He contracted to show his
company the delights of the tavern
From room to room he went. merrily
slamming doors and extolling the vir-
tues of the various vistas.
He came sbefore closed door. 1t
evidently opened into a room that
commanded a fine sweep of hill and
valley and bay and sea. Pulitzer
opened the door with slam and bang
There sat Mrs. Gertrude Atherton.
author of the Splendid Idle Forties.''
the Gorgeous Isel,' Patience Spare
hawk" and her Times" and other Wig
orous novels.
Mrs. Atherton did not scream at the
sight of the intruder. Nor did she
faint She simply placed her type
writer to one side, stood to her full
inches and stared at Pulitzer. He
looked back at the astonished woman.
She looked back at him. She stared
al him, gazed at him, surveyed him,
perceived him. fixed him with a stern
and austere eye.
During the process Pulitzer began
to wilt Slowly his eyes dropped before
the terrible onslaught of Mrs. Ather-
tons orbs. Gingerly he retreated from
the room and cautiously shut the door.
The Pulitzer incident was closed
Mrs. Atherton was seen at the Tam
alpais tavern last evening. and admit
ted the passage of glances. Il heard
that this Mr.. Pulitzer is coming to live
a the tavern. If he does, 1 am going
to see the management first and have
1t arranged that he does not slam any
doors while he is here she said.
But Pulitzer is not going on the
hill. 1t is understood that he is to
seek retreat in Mill Valley at the
bottom of the mountain, and there
perform his literary labors, while Mrs.
Atherton, from her tower on high. can
look down on Mill Valley and all its
people.