Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1919-05-06

eminent that my usefulness here
seems to be ended; that my life is in
hourly danger; that [ desire to be
more thoroughly informed concern
| ing the relations between Berlin and
the YildiZ palace. -
May 6.--I am in disgrace. My gov
eminent is furious because my cor
respondence with Enver Bey has been
stolen. The porte has complained
about me to Berlin; Berlin diSoWnS
me, disclaims all knowledge of my
political activities outside of my en-
! Gineering work.
This is what failure to carry out
secret instructions invariably brings
-desertion by the government from
which such instructions are received.
In diplomacy, failure is crime new
err forgiven. Abandoned by my gov
eminent 1 am now little better than
an outlaw here. Two courses remain
open to me-to go back in disgrace
and live obscurely for the remainder
of my life, or to risk my life by
hanging. on desperately here with an
almost hopeless possibility before me
of accomplishing something to serve
my government and rehabilitate my
self
The matter of the stolen plans is
being taken up by our ambassador at
the sublime porte. The British en-
bassy is suspected. What folly!, |
possess a third set of plans. Our en-
bassy ought to send to Trebizond for
them. I don't know what to do.
May ia letter wrote May ~
to the German embassy has been
stolen. I am now greatly worried
about the third set of plans. 1t
seems safest to include the box con-
tanning them among the baggage of
the American missionary, the Rever-
end Wilbur Carew; and, too, for me
to seek shelter with him.
AS I am now afraid that an enemy
may impersonate an official of hte
German embassy, I have the mission
/ conceal the contents of my box until
L instruct him otherwise. l am prac-
tically in hiding at his house, and in
actual fear of my life.
May 15.-The missionary and his
wife and baby travel to Gallipoli,
where an American school for girls is
about to be opened:
Today, IN a cafe, 1 noticed that
the flies, swarming on the edge of
my coffee cup. fell into the saucer
dead. L did not taste my coffee.
May 16.-Last night a shot was
cided to travel to Gallipoli with the
missionary.
May 1S.-My groom stole and ate
an orange from my breakfast tray.
He is dead.
May 2O.-The Reverend Mr.. Carew
|
pathetic. They are good people, sim
pie, kindly, brave, faithful and fear
| iessly devoted to Gods service in
this vile land of treachery and lies.
May Eli have confessed to the
Reverend Mr.. Carew as l would con-
| TESS to priest in holy orders. L have
told him all under pledge Of secrecy.
told him also that the sanctuary he
offers might be violated with evil
consequences to him, and that l
would travel as far as Gallipoli with
him and then leave. But the kind,
courageous missionary and his wife
insist that l remain under the pro-
lection which he says the flag OF
his country affords me. If L could
only get my. third set of plans out OF
| the country.
May 22nGday d my e i96nw VIVA %af
prevented me from tasting it-some
vague premonition. A ,pariah dog
ate the bread soaked in it, and died
before he could yelp.
1t looks to me as though my end
were inevitable. Today l gave my
Devil, to Mrs Carew to keep as a
dowry for her little daughter, now
baby in arms. If it is hollow, as l
feel sure, there are certain to be one
or two jewels in it. And the figure
itself might bring five hundred marks
at an antiquary's.
May 30.-Arrived at the Gallipoli
mission. Three Turkish ironclads ~
| ing close inshore. A British cruls-
er, the Cobra, and an American cruis-
er, the. Oneida, appeared about sun
set and anchored near the ironclads.
| The bugles on deck were plainly au-
dible. If a German warship appears
I shall carry my box on board, My
only chance to rehabilitate myself
is to get the third set of plans to
Berlin.
June In the middle of the re-
| ligious exercises with which the new
school is being inaugurated, cries of
"Allah" come from great crowd
which has gathered. From my win
dow where 1 am writing l can see
how insolent the attitude of this Mo
hammedan riffraff is becoming. They
spit upon the ground-a pebble is
tossed at a convert-a sudden shout
of "Allah"-pushing and justling-a
lighted torch blazes! 1 take my whip
of rhinoceros hide and go down into
the court to put stop to this lnso-
lence-
Her father slowly closed the book
Daddy! Is that where poor Herr
Wilmer died?'
Yes, dear
After a silence his wife said
thoughtfully:
II have always considered it very
strange that the German government
did not send for Herr Winners pa
pers."
"Probably they did, Mary. And
very probably Murad Bey told them
that the papers had been destroyed.
And you never believed it to be
your duty to send the papers to the
German governments"
mo. 1t was an unholy alliance
that Germany sought with that mon
ster Abdul And when Enver Pasha
seized the reins Of government such
an alliance would have been none
the less unholy. You know and SO do
that if German did not actually
incite the Armenian massacres she
at least was cognizant of prepara-
lions made to begin them. Germany
is still hostile to all British and
American missions, all Anglo-SaXon
influence in Turkey.
NO; I did not send Herr Winners
papers to Berlin; and the events Of
the last fifteen years have demon
strated that ! was right in with
holding them
His wife nodded, laid aside her
workbasket and rose.
Come, Ruhannah," she said with
decision put everything back into
the wonder-boX."
And, STOPPING, she lifted and laid
away in it the scowling, menacing
Yellow Devil.
And so, every month or two, the
wonder-box was opened for the child
to play with, the same story told,
extracts from the diary read; but
these ceremonies, after a while, be-
gan to recur al lengthening intervals
as the years passed and the child
grew older.
And finally it was left to her to
open the box when she desired, and
to read~ for herself the pencilled
translation of the diary, which her
ia ther had made during some of the
IDLE and trying moments of his iso-
ated and restricted life. And, when
she had been going to school for
some years, other and more vivid
interests replaced her dolls and her
Wonder-boX; but not her beloved case
IF water-colors and crayon pencils.
CHAPTER II