Arizona republican., 1916-04-01
K|NG'S
 GREEK REFUGE
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AEDYPSOS, Eubea, Greece March s1.-Colonel Todorovitch. aide de camp of His Majesty King Peter of Serbia, clapped his heels together and bowed from the hips.
 His Majesty would be glad" he said in German, If you would walk with him this afternoon"
 The Hotel of "The Baths of Sulla" was bathed in a flood of welcome winter sunshine. Snow-clad Parnas- sus, across the Gulf of Eubea, glis- tened like Christmas card. Fisher mems boats, picked out against the gleaming water between, rowed by banks of oars like ancient triremes, crept back and forth or with sails set aswing, scudded before the light breeze.
 King Peter of Serbia came down the steps of the hotel into the sun- light, a short, slight figure supported by a cane, but jauntily carried withal. He wore the brown Serbian uni form with the blue cavalry collar and cavalry brooches with the broad, red stripe of a general On his shoulders the silver threaded, tarnished epaul- cites were mounted by a Serbian eagle, and his shOrt-peaked cap of the Serbian officer bore the like in it's center. An eagle face with hooked nose; bristling white moustache and white imperial; short clipped, iron gray hair and brown, almost unseeing eyes, whose iris seems to have be- come all pupil-a little man. but strong, for all his seventy-two years such the king without a country.
 The Associated Press correspondent walks on the right of the sovereign, for King Peters right ear is slightly less deaf than his left one. Striking out with eager step, the monarch leads the way, his cane before him just barely feeling his steps. The path leads past the curious formation of sulphorous alkaline deposit hanging out over the sea in an irridiscent mass Here and there out of little holes in the porous mass the steam ing water bubbles up, too hot to hold ones hand in, and then disappears keeping the lip of the strange de- posit wet and shining in the sunlight.
 ''volcanic-all volcanic, says the old King, turning over bits of gem like stone with his sticks end The day before you came, we had an earthquake shock-a little one" And then, as he leads the way again up the hill, Even the earth turns against mel" he adds ruefully. And tapping the yellow ground with his cane: There must be some Austrians bur jed under there." And he laughs merrily.
 The way leads past some shallow quarries where peasants, men and women, rough-hew the porous, vol canic stone for their building. As the
 little party advantes, they stop their work and put down their tools. The men stand bareheaded, the women bow, while fallen majesty passes them by. Soldier fashion, King Peter sa- lutes the simple folk who love him.
 They are sorry for me- he ex- plains, "and they try to tell me that they are sorry for me, in their kind hearts. Sir-aike the people of your country; plain people, as l am plain man."
 You are wrong Sire, says Jivoin Balougdgitch, the Serbian Minister to Greece, who for many years was King Peters secretary. Those simple folk stand uncovered. not out of pity, but out of admiration. They aren't sorry for you-they respect you.''
 The monarch puts his arm around i the companion of his years of exile | in Switzerland.
 "Ah. Balougdgitch, old friend. al ways the cheery, brave word." And then to Balougdgitch's son, a ser geant in the Serbian army, who has come from Corfu as messenger: