The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1902-02-16

WRITTEN FOR THE SUNDAY REPUBLIC.
The further Give Lincoln walked the
stranger did It seem TO him that he met TO
one on the road. The swelling green valley
between the mountains was rorulous with
a picturcsquely dressed ~peasantry: and in
the three or four timber-bult villages
throu Eh which he had passed since leaving
Otteuhofen ne had seen women working
in the fields, men striking iron In the forEns
or saving fragrant pine trunks in the saw
mills. But rs soon as ne went beyond. the
limits Of the villages he left human life
behind him. He moved In a great empty
landscape.
This was the first time that Give Lincoln
had trod n German road, and his spirit
thrilled with the sense Of the new and the
unexpected. At - the world is wonderfully
fresh and surprising; and the young man
carried all his fortune In his eyes and On
his back. where was hung a folding easel,
an artists stool and q box OF colors. Al
ready he lad made 4 striking success with
a ''one-man exhibition I'm Bond street, Of
water colors or Dcvonshire scenery; on the
money that this had brought him he WAS
undertaking his first journey to the Cont
nent. bent on painting the Black Forest.
The Black Forest, There was witcheTy
in the very words. the glamour of poetry. Of
legend. Of romance. one Of Lincoln's earli-
est recollectiuns was n picture OF the Num-
Nnelsee. which his mother used TO show 20
him In an early Victorian volume of steel
engrav!HGs. 4 group of maidens sporting
in the waters of n dim. pine-fringed lake
were rushing TO shelter as n great giant
with Jovelike hair and enormous spreading
arms. rose dripping from the depths. The
hoy had never tired Of looking at the pic
ture. and hearing from his mother the
legend Of the spirit OF the Mummelsee. and
he had determined that the first picture
painted by him in Germany should be OF
the magic scene which had thrilled his
childish imagination. He had travelled d.
rect from London TO the little village of
OtteuhOfen. and on this. the first morning
after his arrival, was fastening up into the
high businesses OF the mountains 10 find
the fairy lake.
From a great distance came a strange.
dun rear. like t~hunder-such thunder as he
had never heard IN England; thunder that
was cLr.ously r5ythinical. seeming to Issue
simultaneously from opposite quarters of
the compass. Lincoln listened wonderircly.
turning his head this way and that. LOOKING.
W into the clouds; and at last he set down
the odd effect to some freakish echo. which,
In mountain lands. plays fantastic tricks.
tossing a sound from side to side until 1t
wearies, and lets II drop in silence. He
swung on at n quick walk, his iron-shod
stick Of oak ringing musically on the road
in unison with his steps, The winding way
led ever upward. He was leaving the green |
clad slopes and was mounting to n land of
barron rock. Still he met no human being
not a lahorer at work. no or king OK
team; not IL tourist. He had the great.
green. blowing world to himself. and walk |
ing all alone in these wide, unfamiliar soil |
tuIes. even though Il was broad day, a little |
chill crept into his heart.
Suddenly he glanced up In surprise: for on