El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1916-04-04
SERB MONARCH
LIVES IN PAST
Ruler Without a Country is
Pathetic Figure in His
Isolated Retreat.

Aedypsos, Eubes, Greece. April A.
The spot where king Teter Of Servia
is gathering strength to march again
at the head of his men," as he puts it,
might be one of the Greek church
monasteries on Mt Athos. for all
the touch il has with the rest Of the
{ world. Never easy Of access. AedypsOs
in winter is completely cut off save
for the Intermittent services Of a.
Greek government tug which runs from
Stylis, on the main land opposite, to
Acdypsos on the island of Eubea.
Nothing could be lonelier than the
life Of the king without a country.
HIS suite consists of three Of his
countrymen: big genial Col TOdOrO-
witch. his aid de camp; black bearded
silent Capt JukanOvitch. his secretary,
and jolly old DR.. SimonOvitch. the
royal physician. In addition, there are.
on behalf Of the Greek government.
Lieut.. Kolokotronis and Sergt Koresst
and 20 Greek policemen. And that is
all The little collection of summer
villas and summer hotels grouped
around the hot springs of Aedypsos are
empty. Their windows are boarded up.
Deadly MOnOtOny.
The routine Of each Of the kings
days is in deadly monOtony. Regularly
as punctual as any clock, he rises at
half past three every morning, takes
his alkaline bath, and returns to bed
until half past four. At five his day
begins-"the habits Of campaigner."
he says apologetically. Il suppose L
am too old to change" He goes over
the newspapers and reports that are
sent to him, answers letters when
there are any to answer, and reads such
communicates Of the progress Of the
war as reach him by telegraph.
Il wish people would write so le-
gibly" he complains Their letters
are so quickly read,"
Maps of Servia are in a heap at one
side. The old king clears his throat
and slowly rises. Leaning on his cane,
he hobbies to the trunk on which the
maps Of his country lies piled. His
trembling, eager fingers unfold them
and spread them out one by one. above
the others, covering over blotting out
the maps of all the rest OF the world.
Servial
Goes Over other Days.
'I--ah-I was just thinking last night
about the little skirmish at Cupr1Ia,
you remember. Bersilav?' he says TO
Col TodorOvitch. There was a hill
over there, and the road went up this
way" But he does not look at Che
map. And his blind old eyes could
not make it out if he did. He needs
no map, it is all there. In his head is
is every battle, every regiment every
shape of ground or turn of waterway.
the very names of the men who fought
and the villages they came from
Adroltly he leads the others into a
discussion that regenerates the long
row Of days Of triumph and despair
that have made his life
Slowly he leads the talk around from
the past to the future. Now. you see"
ne says, I'VE could send 10000 men up
there and two divisions over here.
from this direction. The French could
send six divisions and eight batteries
OF three inch guns from here to here
ana Ihe British, by making a wide
detour--" And he fumbles over the
map he cannot see, asking Capt Juk-
anovitch to point out the place and
that. concentrating his men, himself
again leading his worn and ghostIy
legions TO the reeOnquest Of the lib
erty OF Servia.
The color comes in his high boned
cheeks his strident voice-the voice
or deaf man, who shouts always
echoes through the empty rooms and
corridors of the hotel Outside. tie
Greek policeman, pacing up and down
IN the warm winter sun, stops under
me open windows and listens. I'm
conquered he says TO himself short
~ And he presents arms.