The Tomahawk. [volume] (White Earth, Becker County, Minn.) 1903-192?, 1915-12-09
Copyright, 1915. by W. G. Chapman.>

III was reallZeQ IN EnSlduQ long dSO
that If ever the opportunity developed
Turkey would seek to do Great Brit
Ain all the damage that was possible.
Tine Ottoman government had never
4rEgiyen us for the occupation OF
Egypt, although Turkeys predoml4
nance was recognized, her suzerainty
upheld, and an annual tribute of 49,
t9o. 600 was paid her for her shadowy
claims upon the land of the pyramids.
Fehmet Effendi was a Copt, one OF
the same race that flourished in the
8ayB Of Rameses and proliferated I'M
der the whip. 1t was not until Eng
land laid hands upon Egypt that the
karassed Egyptian knew the meaning
Of liberty and education. Having &C
CURED these advantages, he naturally
looked longingly back upon the days
when the Turk scourged him and
Aarassed him with taxes. A whole
generation of educated men had grown
mp, native Egyptians whose hatred
of their British benefactors was great
sr than their hate Of anything else.
Take one of the lower races, edu-
aate it, place in its hands all the ad-
xantages of modern science, and you
Aave raised up a power for evil that
you will have great difficulty in subdu-
Hng again. The case of Fehmet Eff
sendi is an opposite one. He had been
hrained at the medical department OF
ahe Constantinople university, which
was created by British enterprise and
gor long time subsidized by men and
women eager to bring the knowledge
cf medical science to the Turkish en-
pdre and to promote the development
o1 hygiene among the people OF that
aation.
After the Balkan war, when the
rumbles Of the coming storm in Eu-
rope began to raise hopes in Con
gtantinople that the restoration OF
Turkish predominance was approach
ing. Fehmet Effendi received a mis-
sion from the Ottoman government.
4 had known of him as dangerous
MAN; he had been forbidden to re-
turn to Egypt, and he was one OF the
suspects" on whom the eyes or
number of secret service men were
directed.
II was quite by chance I learned
ahnt he was going to the Island OF
SOcotra, a wild, barren, and barbar-
Dus British dependency off the east
coast of Africa. Nominally under
British control, actually Socotra is
inhabited by a mongrel race of Arabs,
who live under their own laws, or
hack of laws, and are kept in whole
some restraint only by the periodical
visits of British warships.
My informant was a colleague or
the professor who had frequently per-
formed valuable services for my gov
eminent. He confided to me that Doc
tor Fehmet's mission was for the pur-
pose of making certain experiments
which, if successful, were to be re-
peated in Great Britain or India; ana
that these experiments were to be
of startling character.
telegraphed at once in cipher to
the foreign Office in London, and
within a few hours, received instruc-
tions to follow Fehmet to Socotra on
board the "Nymph," which would
touch at that island on her way to
Enslia and would sail from Southamp-
ton in couple of weeks.
This gave Fehmet plenty of leeway;
nevertheless, as he was to travel ny
private yacht, and the British gov
eminent did not attach sufficient i'm
%o tn
with similar means of making the
tourney, was forced to wait patient
Nv. In due course we sailed, and the
.Nymph" dropped me at Mussuk, the
little port of call, with the promise
of picking me up in a months time
when she returned from Calcutta with
a battalion of British regulars.
had thought out my plans during
she voyage. Whatever the doctors in
aentions might be, it was necessary
to win his confidence in order to OBJ
tain information. I had assured my
self that the German government was
backing him in his enterprise, and
had provided myself with certain
sorged credentials purporting to eman-
ate from Herr Won Martin, one of the
permanent under-secretaries for for
eign affairs. On reaching Mussuk
Installed myself in the local hotel, as
It can be called in courtesy, and then
net forth to gain the acquaintance of
Doctor Fehmet in his small house on
The hill, which he had rented from a
Europeanized sheik.
1t was hot walk up the hill, and
my first view of the man, as he stood
in his tropical uniform at the door
uf his cottage, was by no means an
anyiting one. The mans face was fas-
Einating in it's brutality. 1t was the
lace that appears so constantly on the
old Egyptian monuments. the face not
pf the slave but of the slave-driver:
Enormously strong, with a sensual
md repulsive physiognomy, bald
head, and corpulent frame which
seemed to fow-there is no other
word-within the limitations of his
ailk tussore coat and trousers, Feb
met Effendi seemed to be the incarna-