Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1891-12-26
THE BAVARlAN ALPS.
A Night Scene Among the Picturesque
Rocks and Peaks.

to see was wearing to close. Behind
the mountains, which inclose the little
village of Ober-ammergau, the sun was
going down and leaving behind 1t q
radiance which gilded the hill-tops with
wonderful brightness, and trans
formed the cross on Kofel into blaze
of fire. For eight hours nerve and
brain had been on the rack while we
watched the great drama, from the
triumphal entry into Jerusalem to the
closing scene when the cry, at is fin
ished," made rs glad with great glad
ness that all WIS over, and hence
forth there was nothing but joyful an
ticipations of the Easter morning, when
the truth Of the Resurrection would
be verified. 1t had been day OF ex-
element and fatigue, and it was n
luxury to rest upon the bench in front
of the house where we were stopping,
and listen to the sweet-faced old wom-
an, our hostess. who was knitting by
the door and trying to talk to MS. The
streets were full of people, thousands
of them who had come to see the play
and were now going home. The high
and the low, the rich and the poor,
Americans and English, Germans and
French, jostling against each other,
and anxious to get away; the titled
lady in silk and satin, whose destina-
tion was Munich or Innspruck, and
the lowly peasant woman in her cotton
gown and wooden shoes, who thought
nothing of q walk of sixteen miles
which must be accomplished before she
reached her home far up among the
Tyrolese hills. On Mt. Kofel, where
the huge cross was standing, the sun
was still shining with brightness
which the old woman pointed out, with
the words: See the glory showing"
And truly, it was glory which that
sunset threw over all the fir-clad sides
of the mountains; and when the red
disk disappeared behind tall gray
peak, and the purple shadows began to
creep across the river and the valley
and up to the heights, where q few
white, misty clouds were floating, 1t
was easy 10 understand why to the SUI
perstitious fancy of the woman there
was in every cloud IN angels face come
to view the scene of the great tragedy,
and to keep watch over the tomb which,
to her, was more really in 0berammer-
gau than in Jerusalem. How the colors
deepened and changed as the day
light faded. until, at Inst, there
were only few bars of crimson and
gold marking the spot where the sun
went down Then suddenly, on the OPP
posite side Of the valley, where the
Jagged peaks were piled high above
each other, there came luminous light
like that which heralds a fire, except
that 1t was soft and silvery, and the
rocks and trees and hills grew white
and ghostly rs the moon rose higher
and higher in the heavens and brought
into greater distinctness the little
town with SIS humble, low-roofed
houses, nearly each one of which held
m actor, who was either sleeping
quietly after the days excitement or
praying for grace and strength for the
morrow, when the work must begin
again.
"'Tis like where He has gone" the
old woman cried, dropping her knit
ting, and folding her hands reverently
as the moonlight fell upon her upturn-
ed face, while I wondered II the city
which needs no sun by day nor moon
by night could be fairer than this
scene on which was gazing.
The little town, the towering peaks,
the piled-up rocks, the grassy hillside,
where cows were feeding and from.
which came the tinkle of bell, the
whole valley flooded with light which
shone like pearly CLEANS upon the river
running swiftly by and singing, as 1t
ran, what sounded like an echo OF the
sad refrain of the song ! had heard
that afternoon just before the curtain
rose upon tho last act of the Passion
Play. It was picture to be hung upon
the walls of ones memory and never 20
be forgotten; and it comes to me,Over
and over again, making me glad for
that moonlight night, and glad that
have seen the Passion Play, which,
while It would be sacrilege anywhere
else, seemed almost sacrament in that
far-off town among the Bavarian Alps.
Mary ]. Holmes. in Ladies' Home
Journal.
-"Where arc you going, my pretty
maid ?" Going to cooking sir,
she said. Can I 20 with You, my
pretty maid ?" I'VE don't cook veal
to-day" slio said-N. Y. Herald.
--"And am going to do all the cook
ing myself II like your ideas of
economy, Maud; but in that case don't
you think we'd better take down that
motto; Eat Drink and BE Merry p"
However much superior minds may
doplore the pettiness Of mans achieve
ments, we should not loose sight Of the
cheering fact flrut man has at least
achieved ~ much as any one else