Bridgeton pioneer., 1916-08-31
Among the
Alps
A Singular Story OF the
Writing of a Pic.
ture Play
By F. A. Mitchell


a literary hack Real literary persons
usually go hungry. l have from the
first made a fair living and, consider
ing that | am woman. very good
living The reason for this is that do
my part in supplying that perennial
flow of reading matter that is quaffed
negligible. The readers of classic liter.
ature compared with consumers of ev-
eryday literary fodder are as one to q
million. That is the reason why l. q
person devoid of genius. am enabled to
make living.
My natural instincts are all for art
but unfortunately art requires educa
ton, and when l was thrown on my
own resources for a living l had not
the means to obtain an education
There are no schools of literature. ANY
one who possesses pen, ink and pa
per may scribDle, and the pecuniary re.
turn of scribbling is not an index of
up my pen and went TO work What l
wrote seemed to interest Tom, Dick
and Harry. and since Tom, Dick and
Harry We're in the market for some
thing to read began at once to make q
living
While these preliminary remarks are
perhaps essential TO my story, there is
in them but one statement that the
story is intended to bring out. I have
said that my natural leanings are to-
ward art. | know a thing of beauty
instinctively, and l can conceive a
thing Of beauty. But never having
been educated to produce anything
beautiful, am unable to do so. One
more element In which what l am 60
ing TO tell is essential l also have dra-
matte instinct.
Now for the story:
One winter desiring to take a vaca.
ton during the following summer, ]
worked very hard in order to produce
the funds for trip abroad. The re.
suit was that my nerves broke down
under the strain. l took my vacation.
but instead Of travelling for enjoyment
Travelled for my health. Furthermore.
instead of improving 1 grew worse
Feeling that l needed quiet l went to
Interlaken, in Switzerland, hired a
room with windows opening on several
Of the most magnificent views l have
ever beheld and settled down to recu
perate
had met during the ocean voyage a
young women-Ellen Trowbridge-who
was trying to make an artist of her
self. She was on her way to Switzer
land for the hot season, after which
she was going down into Italy to CON-
mence her studies. Being two lonely
American wo2.en, We agreed to travel
in company and took a room in the
same house at Interlaken.
4 few days after our arrival there l
collapsed. Something seemed to give
way somewhere within me, and lost
consciousness. From that time for two
months l remained in an abnormal
condition. A part Of the time was in
bed and part sitting up in an easy
chair by window looking out on one
Of the many views spread before me.
From my bed / looked out upon that
beautiful mountain, the Jungfrau, as it
is seen from Interlaken rising out Of a
valley made by two nearer mountains
For months before my departure from
home 1 had been creating stories, and
they were tumbling about in my brain
in confusion. After a time they shaped
themselves in dreams. While lying in
my bed persons were enacting parts, it
seemed, on their own account, for /
had no power-at least was conscious
of none-to compel them to do my bid
ding.
And here let me say that in fiction
or plays, which are form Of fiction.
great mistake is made in supposing
that the author controls his characters
1t Is the characters that control the
author. He can force them to do his
bidding, but he will spoil his story
There are grooves for the emotions as
well as other things, and let him drag
a character out of its groove, and it
will balk at once. Then the author
must get him back where he belongs
or he will stand out from the natural
ness Of the play like sore thumb.
During this abnormal period of mine
I was conscious Of Ellen Trowbridge
being In the room, sometimes minister
ing to my wants, sometimes sitting at
table writing, sometimes at be,
easel sketching. These were only
glimpses Of her. which would come
and go as figures in a dream. They
were real enough at times for me
have a dim consciousness of the fa.-
that I was fortunate in having
American companion to take an into
est in me.
In the early part OF my illness
! was trying to disentangle the mar
| stories / had written during loi
| period and keep all sorts of person
| from chasing one another through nj
brain. Later several of my storie.
that had been favorites with me seem
| ed to drive out the rest, and l foun(