then again he got a trace. it was in the chit-chat column of the münchener neue zeitung: under studio-comments. ‘theodor worpswede’s latest picture is a still-life, containing an entertaining group of a doll, two sunflowers in a glass jar, and a poached egg on toast. the contrast between the three substances is highly diverting and instructive, and this is perhaps one of the most interesting of worpswede’s works. the doll, by the way, is one of the creations of our fertile countess hannele. it is the figure of an english, or rather scottish, officer in the famous tartan trousers which, clinging closely to the legs of the lively gaul, so shocked the eminent julius caesar and his cohorts. we, of course, are no longer shocked, but full of admiration for the creative genius of our dear countess. the doll itself is a masterpiece, and has begotten another masterpiece in theodor worpswede’s still-life. we have heard, by the way, a rumour of countess zu rassentlow’s engagement. apparently the herr regierungsrat von poldi, of that most beautiful of summer resorts, kaprun, in the tyrol, is the fortunate man — ’