Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1881-09-29

fringe of ferns and mosses. the clear.
little river like silvern thread thuu
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 foveIiness 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 wonder
hill" ''No- 80
mot until get cup of coffee. Here
is the once famous monastery of Ettal.
now hostelry. Let us 90 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 gasthcf. A smiling, rosy-cheeked,
yellow-haired 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 the coffee Lester.
who faced the window, suddenly started
to his feet, exclaiming
" What beautiful girls |"
Two ladies stood in the roadway:
both were young, both very beautiful.
They were attired in short skirts. re-
veailng rough, hob-nailed boots. On
their heads were dark-green Alpine
hats, adorned with cocks feathers.
While we were incontinently staring.
gentleman strobe into the apartment,
attired in 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 felt hat was graced by the CAMS
bart, or beard of the stag chamois. The
quaint old silver buttons on his Jacket
were worth q fortune.
If blue blood and gentle lineage
ever told tale, it was written upon
the Voman-white skin of the young
chasseur, who bowed to us with the
stately grace of the court of 6 Bonnie
Prince Charlie"
He addressed us in German, with
which we were tolerably well ac-
quainted.
"COme to see the Passion Play, gen
tlemen?'
YES; we have travelled expressly
from New York to witness it."
From New York y
This fact seemed to astonish him
considerably, and during our brief con-
versation he frequently alluded to it,
tsIQ fhQpo 7on i
fields to the villagew / asked, for Les
ter was gazing at the two girls who
stood merrily chatting outside, evident
ly waiting for the chasseur.
Yes; 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 be 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
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, a pair
OF dark blue eyes, and rich rosy mouth,
completed the attractions Of face
whose expression may be described by
the single word, winsome."
81 Is she not worthy of a poets dream
ingY gushed Lester, az, with his face
glued to the diamond-shaped pane. he
gazed at her, his soul in his eyes. g Pay
for the coffee, Noel. I'll wait for you
outside"
When reioined him be was already
across the clear and crystal Ammer.
"There she isI' he observed. "They
are going to fish. Let us get into con-
versation with the young chasseur
again. He's inclined to be very
civil"
The chamois-hunter, however, gave
us, if not exactly the cold shoulder,
reception which boded i'll to Testers
wooing, and as the young ladies were
busy with their fy-books beneath the
shade Of a tree some PAGES off, my
stricken friend, to use a vulgarisnl,
g got no show"
WILL Aul OuJ WIZ c4b lcs Hull
tered Lester. Ay," he added, half
aloud, and speaking at her, I will get
an introduction to you if have to re-
main in this valley for twenty years.
She looked up suddenly. thought
she smiled as though she had heard and
understood what had been said. /
lifted my hat and passed on, Lester
reluctantly following.
"What's the hurry p he growled.
/" The village won't run away"
ssThe beds may, though"
"Ill stop here, Noel. Ny fate is at
work"
Don't make an ass of yourselfr'
'sI tell you," he said, gravely, "I
have been hit badly. You may laugh
at me if you will. Col! I'll find you,
never fear. Oberammergau isn't New
York.
The quaint little village-the home
of the Passion Play-I found to be rich
in deep-eaved houses, alI-unexpected
galleries and gables and coignes Of
espial, brave and coquettish in new
coats of paint, whitewash and yarnish.
Lodgings were not to be had for love
or lucre. I repaired to the home of
Herod, but he would not listen to me.
st. Peter denied me admittance. Judas
refused my pieces of silver. PLATE
washed his hands Of me. Joseph of
Arimathea was three deep. After
weary searching found sanctuary be-
meath the roof of Oaiaphas, access te
my apartment being gained by a ladder
through a hole in the ceiling Of the
principal sitting room.
Happily for myself, I was. not in love,
and a glance from pair Of dark-blue
eyes, however bright, would go but
| very little way toward satisfying my
inner man. The climb up the hill had
| whetted vigorous appetite; SO, leav-
ing word for Lester, I repaired to the
4 Gasthof Stern, where, IN a little bow