Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-11-10

noff and two or three Of Ferdinand's
personal servants reached the train,
where Ferdinand embarked and was
rushed to the safety Of the German
lines.
At the moment of parting Ferdinand,
who had never been q very fond
parent, had q moment of softness.
"Malinoff," he said, you also are a
father. Save my sons life, II you can"
1T was nearly dawn before we got
back to the palace in Sofia" said M.
Malinoff, and already the streets were
filling with excited people. asked
King Boris If he would allow me to re-
main the rest OF the night with him,
but he said, No. I am very we'll
alone, and your family will be anxious
/ told him that I would accompany him
to the cathedral at IL the next morn
ing, and afterward TO the Sobranje-if
any Of US were alive by that time.
1.-THE drive to the cathedral the next
day-it was terrible, assure you,
madame. The Kings car was sur
rounded by his own guards on horse
back, but the men were few and the
mob were many. We progressed very
slowly through the shouting, groaning
crowd. Women in the crush of ragged
soldiers walled and shrieked: King
Boris, give us back our sons The King
the right nor the left. He wore plain
field uniform, without a single decora-
ton.
"All through the mass he sat pale
and calm, and at the end he stood up
and faced us with his first command as
King. Every one here Is to remain
where he is standing. shall go out
alone to meet the people
I'VE were thunderstruck. The muir
muir of the crowd in the square outside
the cathedral had risen to clamor and
1t seemed that any man venturing out
there alone would be torn to pieces.
But we had to obey and the King
walked straight out Of the door, down
the steps and into the mob. A great
yell went up, then dead silence. We
held our breath-then we heard a roar
of thousands Of voices: Long live the
King Long live Car Boris! Long live
our little King'
Rebels" Form His Guard.
I'VE rushed out of the cathedral to
see those mutinous soldiers forming
themselves into orderly lines, while the
townspeople and the wailing mothers
were shouting themselves hoarse. An
old peasant woman had thrown herself
at the Kings feet, but he was raising
her and kissing her hand. Our King,
MHodIACs khOWS HIS people, ne KNEW
they would respect q courageous man"
How King Boris rallied the Bulgari-
ans and persuaded them to return to
their farms and their looted shops and
tobacco factories after the armistice is
a story too long to tell.
King Boris next perilous adventure
came in April, 1925. The peasant pre-
mier, Stambuliski, idol of the Reds In
the United States, as well as in Europe,
had permitted such an infiltration of
Russian Communists into Bulgaria that
Moscow looked upon that country as
nearly ripe for revolution. A military
coup overthrow StambuliSki and, after
the fashion of things in the Balkans, he
was assasSinated. The Communists, or
ganized a plot which involved the
shooting of the King from ambush
while he was motoring outside the city.
The Kings funeral would be held in
the old Cathedral of Sveti Kral and
would be attended by the government,
all military dignitaries, diplomats. in
huential citizens Of the capital As
soon as they were all in the cathedral