Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1904-06-11
spying employed. not only by pashas. but
by the sultan himself.

spying employed not only by pashas. but
by the sultan himself.
Spy Under Cowl.
Bulgarian army officer. now In New
York tells the story of priest spy In
small Bulgarian town near the Turkish Dor
der. 1t is in this region that many Mace
DOMAIN bands secretly organize. Shortly
after the appointment of this priest to his
parish many arrests followed in Macedonia.
1t was only through a curious accident that
suspicion finally rested on the priest.
young Macedonian refugee was out
wandering over the hills one day. when he
finally lay down to rest. Below him was a
road, and on one side of the road stood a
wooden cross, to which all passers-by, ac-
cording to custom. made the sign Of tho
cross. The young exile was well hidden in
the bushes. Presently he observed the par
ish priest approach and. as he reached the
cross, he saluted 1t, but not Christian.
He made the sign of the Mohammedan APP
peal to Allah. The boy reported what he
had seen to an insurgent leader.
The priest was called away from his
home one evening shortly after by ruse,
and his house entered by Macedonians.
This was an act that only the gravest sus-
PIGEONS could have persuaded them to COM
init. lndisputable proof OF the priests
guilt was discovered. He had entered the
church as novice years before. and had
been Mohammedan spy all the while he
was processing Christianity.
The intruders restored everything they
had disturbed and reported TO their secret
local revolutionary committee A tribunal
was formed at night in the neghboring
mountains. the priest was forcipy taken
there and tried. They spent two nights
giving him full opportunity to defend him.
SELF but the decision went against him.
Two of the committeeman were selected
by lot. and they shot him.
The Agents Story.
An agent of large American firearm
manufacturing house made special visit
to the Bulgarian capital. Sofia. with the
object Of getting contract to supply the
Bulgarian army with the make of rife
which his firm manufactured.
1t was only with the greatest difficulty
that he could get his one specimen rife
through Austria. He arrived safely in
Sofia, however, and was allowed to present
his rife at the testing grounds. where rep
reSentativeS of other gun manufacturing
firms were competing with their specimens
some German. some English. The Ameri-
can rifle was given first trial. Then came
the English and German gun men. The
comparative penetrating merits OF each
make OF rifle was carefully tested, and to
his surprise. the American found his in
ferfor to the others, whereas he had ex-
pected to score especially that one
point. He insisted upon second trial. but
again his bullets failed to penetrate the
testing wood deeply as those of his
competitors
OF course. his gun was closed out OF the
contest. and he returned to Paris. much
chagrined over defeat that he felt he
did not deserve. On the train. between
Sofia and Vienna, he did much thinking.
His cigars were of remarkably good
brand, presented to him by Prince Ferdi-
nand. and they helped him along to
definite train OF thought.
He remembered that the valet he had en-
gagged in Paris had suddenly left him in
Sofia, just after his failure at the proving
range. He remembered that he claimed to
be Greek. although he had never gone into
reminiscent talks of his native district, AZ
a man would be likely to do with one who
was his daily associate. Then Ii struck
him that the wages the fellow had asked
were remarkably small and that he always
declined tips.
At Vienna the American got off his train.
went to hotel. retired to n room and
brought out his testing apparatus. He
opened one cartridge after another, and
carefully examined it. Each one had been
tempered with. Then he cursed the
thoughtlessness which had allowed him 10
give his gun and ammunition into the keep
ing of Turkish spy, and kept the Bull
garian army from being equipped with
fife superior to that used by the Turkish
army.
Greek Met Greek.
A Macedonian now in New York repeats
story which was told him by Boris Sara
foff when the Macedonian leader was visit
ing London.
Sarafoff seated in a cafe in tho
Strand. when well-dressed man approach
ed him and said in excellent French, You
are Mr.. Sarafoff?'.
Il am" replied the insurgent chief.
Il am the correspondent of the Paris
Matin. My name is Monsieur Bordin. and
l should be pleased to have an interview
with you for my paper"
Sarafoff talked long time with the man,
and noticed several things. First the
stranger spoke French with Slight accent
not the accent of German or of an En-
glishman. but that of an Asatic. Then, he
seemed almost too well acquainted with
Macedonian local affairs, and asked many
curious gu stions newspaper man would
not be likely to think of. So Sarafoff de-
liberia tely misinformed him on several
points.
At last the stranger arose and reached
out his hand. Sarafoff merely bowed then
said:
"Adieu. Mr. BOrdin. | hope shall meet
again-not here but in Macedonia"
The mans eyes and mouth opened in as
constituent Then he smiled. bowed low
and answered:
Not likely. NJ. Sarafoff That is too dam
gerous a business
OF course. the interview never appeared
in the Paris Matin.