Richmond times-dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1914-current, 1915-11-14
He Is Refugee. Driven From
Home by Envcr Pasha and
German Friends.
nETEsTS THOUGHTS OF WAR
Anxious for Time When He Can
Return to His Beloved
Bosporus.


months in the Gallipoli peninsula. This
man and his family are old Turks OF the
purcst water. driven from home by
Enver Pasha and his German friends
lie dctests the war. lie cannot bear
talking about it, and long ago he
ceased to read the Paris newspapers
which contain little hut war news. ],
is not the lniscrics and horrors Of the
war which deter him, but IL does not
interest him. That men Kill one an
other when they have a quarrel appears
20 him most natural thing. but 10
read about II bores him
1. called on him and. knowing his
opinion about war. | was rather sur
prised when his first question was
about the prospects OF Turkey. I am
swcred rather cvasively. and when he
asked mo why l beat about tho bush
told him plainly that | did not want
TO hurt his feelings b. telling him tina,
his mother country was doomed in my
opinion.
TURKEY ~ NoBoDy's
.MOTiER COZ NTRA"
He laughed heartily.
Mother country" he exclaimed.
Turkey Is nobody's 'patrie as YOU un-
dcrstand this word. Turkey is big
house in which many families are Nv
inG. continually quarreling and utterly
unable to maintain peace. For this rea
ron tho house must have concierge
with firm hand. out whether this con
cicrEc he a Turk, Russian. n Greek
Jap does not really matter. The
who has got control Of the house
naturally hates TO give II mp. Just as the
Turks do now. But. remember. ] am
really no Turk. / am a Syrian. and
tho people OF my race have been Chris :
tlans for centuries. ] have only one
wish. that they may soon force the
pardanellcs and capture CONSTANT
nople, that may see al end OF all
this"
Then you do wish 10 see Turkish
iuisrulc come TO an end" asked.
no. it is not that" he replied But
remember that since Abdul Hamid was
dcposcd ! have only twice been able
10 visit Stamboul. sncaking into it
like a thief in the night. I have lived
tho cursed life OF AN exile all over
Europe. That am an exile from what
YOU call my country is the least part
OF tho curse. bat am at exile from
everything. from the light of the day.
from the sun. from life itself for lif.
IL
Bosporus aud the Marmora Sea.
What is life: :, short spell of time
which YOU must try TO spend as pleas
antly as possible. And that you cannot
10 anywhere but in the gardens OF
YildiX Kiosk. where the Bosporus
widcns into the Marmora Sea. There
you light your narghi!cy and smoke
while YOU sip your glass OF raki. Your
eye strays across the blue water to the
parks and the plain on the other side.
The sun Elidcs slowly across the sky.
the picture is always the same and still
it is continually changing.
What is always beautiful grows
more beautiful still when the sun dis
appears behind the hills and throws
long s. adows across the Sea OF Mar
mora, where the lazy feiucca glide
slowly with their sleepy sails and mar
. bic walls become flaming red. The
minutes have become hours before you
realize It, and the day is over. To make
the day pass without noticing it-that
is life"
But surely civilization demands
more OF us than that" ! objected.
MILLIONS OF CREATURES
WORKING LIKE SLAVES
'Civilization.' he exclaimed, with a
eating all the factory chimncys OF
Montlineauz, Billaucourt, PuteauX and
throughout France. lis this civiliza-
ton, these millions of human creatures
working like :laves among the dirt of
the factories and the mines, or these
peasants tilling the soil without raising
Stheir eyes from the furrow their plows
smakc: They do not know the day;
81 they have never looked upon the sun or
the stars. the sea or the majestic out
lines of the mountains.
They are urged on by the necessity
OF making a living, night and day.
Their soul has never known the bliss
ful rest OF peace. but merely bitterness.
envy and greed. The value of money
they know. but not the grace of Allah
\ turk, on the other hand. works three
or four hours a day. and has enough
to satisfy his small needs and in the
evening he sits at the shore Of the sea
enjoying his narghiley and his glass OF
raki, and the soft voice of tho waves
arouscs III him the same dreams as In
The soul OF him who sits in the beauti-
fui gardens of Yildiz Kiosk.
That is why the Turks are the best
people in the world--rrugal, hosp,ta
bio and kind in peace. enduring and
fearless Of war If the allies have not
forced the Dardanclles yet. believe mo-
they VIII never do II, for the Turk a
are the worlds best soldiers. They
light hcttor than any other because
they believe that Allah wants them TO
night. though they never abhor war and
bloodshed."
but what about the massacres?" I
objected.
But who causes the massacres." the
prince eNcla lined, and, whispering into
my ear. he said: ut Is Europe--Western
Europe. Let us specify no country, but
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