Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1926-01-31
AROUND THE CITY
BY MAMIE LANCASTER,

Monument. While Cologne has moro
places of Catholic worship than any
other city in the world, tourist inter
est will pick out the Church Of st.
Ursula because Of the bones, lined
around the walls under glass, which
represent the 1000 virgins who came
to Cologne with Ursula, a British prin-
cess, in the year S48 and were mar
tyred by a horde Of Huns. And. nat
urally, our old friend Attila must have
had hand in 1t. How 1t was that
enough to be saints to tag off alone
to q strange country in those blood
letting times would make another pro-
foundry odd story.
Cologne must have had a building
boom in the seventeenth century, 80
many are the buildings, state and &C.
clesiastic, that intersperse the life of
the modern generations. The war
British were quartered in big. solid
bakery" building. with high-walled
grounds and the Union Jack floating
above it. Another gloomy. high-up
prison was belted with q brick wall
with a hole still showing where some
prisoner had escaped. only to drown
In the waters of the moat. The moat
Is now turned into children's play
ground, and an ancient fort, destroyed
during the war, makes another fstry
bit for the youngsters to romp around
IN. And when 1t comes to the yarns
that Cologne can reel out In the
course of an hours ride, you might
take this one as sample:
AS you are spinning down a street
Of substantial houSeS-tall and well
kept, with flowers in the windows and
here and there signs over doors, show.
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and shops-you notice that one house,
stately in it's ancient dignity. shows
the heads OF two horses looking out
of the attic window. The heads are
life size and of wood or some compo-
sition, painted whitley gray. And the
story these horses stand for Is an
accredited legend Of the town and
runs about like this:
When the plague ragged in 140o, the
wife of knight Mengis Won Aducht
was inferred. leaving her husband
frenzied with grief. The wedding ring
on the woman's finger attracted tho
notice of the grave diggers, who de-
cided to steal 1t that night. While
they We're taking the ring from her
finger, the supposed corpse awakened
from q trance that was not death,
and Of course the thieves fed in ter
TOR.
The poor thing left her terrible
abode. and. running to her house.
knocked and called to the servants.
who, In turn, ran terrified to their
master He went to the door and
asked who it was that wanted ad-
mittance.
Your wife" came the voice from
outside. And the knight answered:
MY wife is dead, and my horses
could sooner ascend to the loft Of my
house and look out of the window
than she might come to life again"
Scarcely had the knight spoken the
words when the sounds Of horses
hoofs We're heard on the stair-and
it was in commemoration Of this mi
raculous event that the heads cf the
wooden horses were affixed to the
window.
And you accept the story as q mat
ter Of course. You get used to that
sort of thing in Europe. And. be.
sides, there Is the house. And there
are the horses-and, more convincing
still, there is your uncharted imagi-
nation, which bankers always and al
ways for that which common sense
forbids. Which, in turn, is human
nature. And human nature Is the
stuff of which you are made.