The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1916-05-14
~ MILDRED FARWELL.

the street to watch Gen. Boyagienr and
the stan come in. An automobile. within
1t n fat man. the General. with n
bearded. simple peasant face. whizzed
by. Other motorr. full of bulgarian
Austrian and German officers, and
Monnstlr had become the first army
headquarters.
AT . In the afternoon, the hour in
which every one goes into the stree, 10
promenade md gosstp-the equivalent
Tor watching the train come in In Amer
ica-Eulitza krala Peter underneath the
triumphal arches. now n little faded, was
rrowded with German uniforms.
The soldiers walked clumsily In their
hobnailcd boots. Officers and mcn-about
IN per cent. "A conservative estimate
wore the black and white ribbon Of the
Iron Cross. Evidently there was no
dearth of one metal in the fatherland.
The Germans were so much the stronger
race that they seemed to dominate
everything. At dawn l could hear them
marching by TO drill. "A steady tramp on
the cobblcs. as regular and measured as
Il piece of machinery. Always at the
same hour a company would pass a
short interval and another: at exactly
the same interval another. Their ac-
curacy and precision had something
terrifying about IL.
Listening. ! became hypnotized. or
duty. walking round the streets. the
German soldiers looked kindly. simple
peasants, not brutal AT all. once
wheeled into line every shade of eX-
preston was wiped from their faces.
They seemed TO cease to exist as in
viduals. We felt that the front ran
marched w to an impossible wall the
tear ranks would keep piling up on II
solldly with just the same perfection
until they heard the order to stop.
From Miss Mitchell's window on the
second story of a Turkish house In the
Greek quarter. where most OF the SOL
d!ers were lodged. We would watch
across the narrow street a door with a
sign. First company. nine men" At
the same hour every afternoon we heard
the first company march into the street
below. The officer would bark a few
sharp words at them. They would break
ranks with a whi-l. and nine men, single
file, would disappear quietly inside the
door across the way.
All up and Town the streets the men
were going TO their quarters in the
was disappointed. I expected other be-
AAo '''h "'hA oNN'e 80 '"'
soldiers in SNOWFALL Fight.
The nearest disorderly conduct l saw
was two soldiers ~snowballing each
other In the street. The worst thing
l could find 10 say about them was that
they were TOO utterly practical to be
altruistic and their attitude was one
OF detachment from everythNg that
was not German.
Germans and Bulgarians mix about
like oil and water.
We g~raciously deigned to allow two
Germans to be brought TO tea with VS.
on the distinct understanding that we
did not approve Of German methods.
Miss Mitchell and I busted her room
and arranged the tea table with much
the same feeling we would nave had IL
we were about TO entertain wild ami
mails. We determined to sit outside
the cage and poke our fingers at them
Two we'll behaved individuals clanked
up the stairs. could see that their
, uniforms had been newly cleaned and
pressed for the occasion. They made
their hest bows and We gave them tea
and started right in at them with all
the wicked things we had ever heard
the Germans had done, In quite ms
good English as ours they argued the
question.
Neither side convinced he other
Finally one OF them said In "A plaintive
voice: "You need not get angry with
me. 7 am a Prussian and ! have been
all through Belgium and ! never die
any of these things. Let's talk OF
something else besides the war. We
are all so tired OF it
When they left Miss Mitchell said
thoughtfully
I'VE will have to he careful, or We
will begin to like these persons" we
did.
Bu%lsnrians Dislike Germans.
If We found the Germans pleasant. the
Bulgarians did not They were quite oper
in their dislike OF them. II not only
believed but spread every disagreeablt
story they could. In the newspapers al
the little allies are supposed 10 love ono
another. hut think. like neutrals, they
come in for "A lot Of criticism
"Oh, yes" the Bulgarlans would say
those Germans are bad people. They
did dreadful things in Belgium. Monasti'
is lucky that we got 1t first not thu
Germans"
The new marching song Of the Bull
garlans that was whistled n sung by
tvery one was, Our allies are robbers
They considered II a great Joke on thu
i ' wi mans hllh s'& ' ~
written during the last Bulgarian war
hut never used. but they found It cam
I'm nicely for this one. Our allies are rob
bers," they could say, and wink
I remember the funeral of a promis
Ing bulgarian division c~ommandant tina
anywhere else would v been pathetic
At the front il was only amusing.
Another correspondent and !. after
vain quest for news. were walking hom'
by Kral Peter when we met a process
sion. Gendarmes were Importantly shoe
ing the crowd to the side OF the street. \
y passing monSrel dog. frightened, charged
blindly away from one OF them and int
the leading soldier carrying a grea
cross. Almost upset, he glggled and hast
lily composed his face.
Behind the chanting Greek priests Il
their robes came the body on a gun car
riage, the motion making Its head rol
from side to side. all the officers II
Monastir following. Every sort of uni
, form-blue coats, brown coats. era.
coats, spiked helmets, fiat caps. fat men
} thin men, tall men n short men-wer
In the procession.
The little German Colonel in comman,
of the forces. every inch a soldier. bu
only 8 feet high. stepping along on hi
toes as II Oh red hot bricks. his hea,
shaved to the pink skin under his spiked
helmet, his eyes emitting commandinl
sparks. NJ one on earth could possibl,
have felt as cross as he looked. Ger
Boyagieff toddled along beside him Xix
a comfortable old farmer. in n Ions
shapeiess brown coat. surrounded by tn
staff.
they all hurried past. Some u tn
c,lliara outpaced WOul 4 vive N bon an,