The Elk County advocate. [volume] (Ridgway, Pa.) 1868-1883, 1881-09-29

barring the end of the gorge, stood the
Augspite, ten thousand feet, cameo. cut
against the full blue sky. The sunlight
flashed among the Titanic crags, laying
bars of gold across dark pine woods,
and illuminating patches of vegetation
till they shone in gilded green while
delicate shades of pink passed over the
face of the virgin snow-like as Marshal
Lester exclaimed, "the first blush in
the heart of the bud of the moss-rose."
L must hurry up that steep hill, the
wood enshrined in trees, the wayside a
fringe Of ferns and MOSES, the clear
little river like silvern thread thou
sand feet below on our left, the pine
dotted mountain sheer two thousand
feet on our right, and come to the sum-
nit, where the surprising loveliness of
the Ammerthal gradually unfolded it.
self,
Let us take to the fields" observed
Lester; "the village of Oberammergau
must lie behind the shoulder of yonder
hill" ......
"Not until get cup of coffee. Here
Is the once famous monastery Of Ettal,
now hostelry. Let us &c in and taste
the monastic coffee"
Opposite the fortress. like gate of the
monastery stands the house formerly
the quarters of the Lord Abbot, to-day
a goSttof. A smiling, rosy. checked,
yellowhaired Bavarian maiden, plump
as quail in October, greeted us with,
"Grus Gott" (God be good to you),
as we entered, and in trice placed two
cups of coffee before us on an oaken
table, black as ebony from age.
AS we sat quafing tbe coffee Lester,
who faced the window, suddenly started
to his feet, exclaiming:
"What beautiful girls p
Two ladies stood in the roadway ;
both were young, both very beautiful.
They were attired in short skirts, re-
yealing rough, hob.nailed boots. On
their heads were dark-green Alpine
hats, adorned with cocks feathers.
While we We're incontinently staring,
n gentleman strobe into the apartment,
attired in a short gray frieze jacket, with
bright green velvet collar and cuffs,
black leather breeches reaching to
above the knee, and gray worsted stock
ing enveloping the calf OF the leg. His
conical folt hat was graced by the gdmS-
bart, or beard of the stag chamois. The
quaint old silver buttons on his jacket
wore worth fortune.
If blue blood and gentle lineage
ever told tale, it was written upon
the Woman-white skin of the young
chasseur who bowed to us with the
stately grace of the court of Bonnie
Prince Charlie"
He addressed us in German, with
| which we were tolerably we'll ac-
quainted.
"Oomo to see the Passion Play, gen.
tlemen?'
Yes; We have travelled expressly
from New York to witness it"
"From New York 2"
This fact seemed to astonish him
considerably, and during our brief con-
versation he frequently alluded t. it.
els there not a pathway through the
fields to the village?' asked, for Les
ter was gazing at the two girls who
stood merrily chatting outside, evident
ly waiting for the chasseur.
eyes; it runs by the river. You
cannot miss it. We are going to fish
in the river" he naively added; "and
it is very difficult to obtain permission
from Graf zu Pappenheim."
We saw him join the ladies, and it
was quite evident that he vas telling
them of the two Yankees who had
come expressly from New York to wit
ness the play. ...
One of the girls turned as if to get a
look at us-the smaller of the two. She
was of medium height, of light and ele-
CANT form. A profusion of chestnut
hair framed the oval OF q charming
visage, pink and white like the month
of May +; delicate aquiline nose, pair
of dark blue eyes, ,and rich, rosy mouth,
completed the attractions Of face
whose expression may be described by
the single word, "winsolne."
SIS she not worthy of poets dream.
ing" gushed Lester, as, with his face
glued to the diamond-shaped pane. he
gazed at her, his soul in his eyes. "Pay
for the coffee, Noel. I'll wait for you
outside" .... ~
When I rejoined him he was already
across the clear and crystal Ammer.
"There she isl" he observed, "They
are going to fish. Let us get into con
versation with the young chasseul
again. He's inclined to be very
civil" . -.. ..-
The chamois-hunter, however, gave
us, if not exactly the cold shoulder
a reception which boded ill to Lester'i
wooing, and as the young ladies were
busy with their fy-books beneath the
shade of tree some PAGES of, M
stricken friend, to use a vulgarism
"got no show"
81 will find out who she is," NUT
tered Lester. "Ay," he added, half
aloud, and speaking at her, 81 will ge
an introduction to you if have to re
main in this valley for twenty years."
She looked up suddenly. though
she smiled as though she had heard ant
understood what had been said.
> lifted my hat and passed on, Leste
: reluctantly following.
, "What's the hurry?" he growled
) "The village won't run away"
"The beds may, though"
| "Tll stop here, Noel. My fate is a
t work"
q "Don't make an ass of yourselfp
' "I tell you," he said, gravely, 6"
have been hit badly. You may laugl
D at me if you will. Go! I'll find you
' never fear. Oberammergau isn't Ney
: York"
Q The quaint little yillage-the hom
: of the Passion Play-I found to be ricl
: in deep. eaved houses, all-unexpecte,
Q galleries and gables and coignes O