Norwich bulletin., 1915-12-03
. DI SONS DIAMOND DISC PHI ONO OG RAPHS ARE
 PRICED AT $so., s15o., $2oo., S250. AND UP TO S450.
numbered among her pupils:

numbered among her pupils:
 Filore was sparkling girl, with jet black hair and shining eyes and teeth. She was delightfully."- re- sponsive in class. although her quick appreciation was rather shallow She was always happy and free. Her father was high in Turkish favor. and she had apparently no consciousness of her peoples sufferings.
 ''Zabelle was another happy girl, but of quite a different type She was small and plump and maintained position at the head of her class only by constant hard work. One would never associate her with trag- edy in the remOtest way. But, when in 1908, peoples tongues were loosed, the press freed, and people seemed to wish to express their long pent-up emotions, Zabelle wrote a compost tion. She began in her clear round hand, T have always wanted to tell about my cousin Mesrob, but I did not dare; now ' speak and there followed a horrible tale of persecu- tion torture and death inflicted on an innocent young man.
 "Heigoohee was touching in her expression of the joy that it gave her to say My country for she had al- ways felt so lonely when among girls who had countries of their own, such as the English and the Turkish girls. Otle or Ine sweetest sous ever knew was Annitza- She. was a Pro-
 testant from one of the mission schools in Cilicia. She was older than most of the girls, a woman in charaAftr and suffering. She was very delicate and unconsciously ap- pealing and absurdly grateful for any i little thing that was done for her. | Her appreciation of beauty was very great. Once I took her to see the wondrous mosque Sancta Sophia, in Constantinople, with a class of girls. | She wandered off by herself. and | quietly wiping the tears from her eyes, because it was so beautiful. | Annitza was one of three girls who
 came from the district of Adana,
 where th2 massacres took place in the | spring of 1909. For several weeks we gave these girls a separate place to
 eat and. sit while waiting for news of | their loved ones. One day I met An nitza in the corridor and uttered a | light word. Her face stopped me and
 l said quickly. Bad news, Annitza? :? | She made a pitiful effort at self-con- | trol, then said, Oh, teacher, eleven of | them and despite the respect that keeps an Oriental girl from familiari- | ties with teacher, threw her arms ! around my neck and wept. And that
 was not the whole tNle. The next week added four more to the list of | victims n1 her family. Patient An nitza. with her soft pathetic eyes, al- ways seemed to me a type of the Ar | menian- victim.
 'cHrypsime was not a type at all:
 she was a strangely individualized | girl, but the product of suffering and revolution. One would not have
 thought it to see her in scholo, eager to learn, docile, apreciative of all lit
 tie gaities, patient in her poverty and | humiliation. She was scarcely over | Is years old, a preparatory student
 but her composition revealed an em- | bittered d;sillusioned heart. She also began to express herself after 1908 and poured out tales of persecution
 and revolution with bitter vindictive-
 ness and hate. On the day of battle,
 April 1909. Hrypsime ran off to join
 the Red Cross. When I asked her | whether her mother knew. she shrug- i ged and said: My father gave his life
 for revolution; why should I try to save miner