Carroll County democrat. (Huntingdon, Tenn.) 188?-1971, 1912-12-06

rope, for its size apd modernity
at least, Is Sofia, capital Of Bull
garia, focal-point for the direc
ton Of revolution in Macedonia
heart of the cameriIlias of Balkan
diplomats and city OF strange and
curious populace, all in one.
Last night the train came into
Sofia too late to permit Of even the
hastiest inspection. Today we break
fast on the portico Of modern, we'll
kept hotel, overlooking a busy street;
Just such a street as one will find in
thousands Of American towns, where
the street car is only run every 15
minutes and the electric lights may
be interspersed only semi-occasional-
~ between corners. That is the first
impression Of the capital Of Bulgaria,
the city Of revolutionists, the head
quarters Of the bloody Macedonian
committee, the place where was
Matched the conspiracy against the
American missionary, Miss Stone, and
from which there emanate, constantly,
plots against the sultan; the seat OF
secession and insurrection and every
thing else likely to overthrow the bal
ance of power and plunge southern
Europe In war! Yet, despite that, !
would rather be left alone in Sofia,
Bulgaria, than in a town in Arizona
at midnight
A Picturesque Capital
Bulgaria is picturesque and its
capital is particularly so. Pretty peas
ant girls throng the streets, dressed
in long, lavender skirts, from which
emerge just a few inches of white
underskirt, gay in its fringe; and
above this there hangs cloak Of
dark lavender, covered with embroid-
cry Over the bosom the girls wear
the heavy silver dowry, which iingles
merrily as they pass.
Everybody is bound for the weekly
market, and, as Is the invariable rule
in Balkan travel, the tourist, when
ever he is fortunate enough to strike
market day, follows the people to
the bazaar Over a booth Of little
horn knives we stop moment to
watch pair of lovers, the girl con-
spicuous for a heayily-worked apron
of green, and with lavender cap
worn to inclose two thin braids Of
hair. Great cords are drawn across
her breast BY way of ornament and
she is pretty enough for a jaded west
ern globe trotter to fall in love with
on the spot. Beyond is man whose
home-woven rugs, on shoulder,
tempt as he cries: "OnIy ST." At
home they would be $40 or $50.
We are in the quarter devoted to
fruit, lively one on the market. A
pome like the pomegranate but flied
with tiny red seeds, and known as the
Maravi, Is everywhere Also there
are grapes and plums, lemons, peaches
and apples. and, among these, dishes
OF cottage cheese. Beyond are the
vegetables, mangoes and caulidowers
potatoes and eggplant oRra. oyster
plant, pickles and tomatoes, spinach.
cabbage, red cabbage and peppers,
all in picturesque confusion. Onions,
tied in lunches, much as is garlic at
home, grace other Of the brown wick
er baskets, appetizing in their clean
illness, on the racks before the stalls.
But we come not to buy--not even
the great Bulgar leek but to see the
people, the picturesque peasantry OF
southern Bulgaria TO the designers
of women's gowns and fashion plates
q visit here would repay Every vii
lagos quota is dressed exactly alike,
even to the stitching. Vest fronts OF
lavender and heavy silver belt buckles
seem the only points Of universal
similarity
Many OF the folk Of younger age
have a v of beading on the yoke, and
quite number wear freshly.cut
dahlias banked in the hair until they
resemble Maori Processes, but thin
style is not ubiquitous.
Among the secondhand stores Of
another quarter Of town-market one
sees the MosIem women. noticeable
for the large portion Of the face they
expose at this place
We pass through an Isle lined with
lunches Of shoes, slippers, or, better,
even. sandals--red or yellow, We en-
ter q court completely hung with bril-
liant footwear It is crowded with
peasants. Blue velvet skirts, fringed
with lace: caps Of blue lining. with