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VOL. IX. NO. 272.
ATLANTA, GA., SATURDAY, JUNE 17, 1911.
PRICE:
AWAKENING OF THE OLDER NATIONS
fNew Life at Old Nineveh.
American Machinery and
Enterprise Have Penetrated
to the Remotest City in
Turkish Empire, Where As
syria’s Capital Stood.
By WILLIAM T. ELLIS.
Moiul, Turkey In Ada.—American
reaper* running over the ruins of
Nineveh—that la the striking symptom
which I have to report from this city, i
Itself ancient, across the river from'
the capital of world dominion during
the height of Assyria's power. These t
paradoxes of progress may be found all'
along the- Tigris river, as prophecy of,
the not distant day when this now
somnolent region, once the center of
the world, will have been awakened to
the modern civilisation which Is the
most powerful of all the conquerors
that have swept over the earth.
The very day I arrived here 25 Chi
cago reapers came also, to augment the
pioneer six already here. The city
seems quite aroused over agricultural
machinery and I was entreated to urge
American manufacturers to send cata-
I logues. If not salesmen, as well as a
goodly supply of duplicate parts; for
your Oriental Is rather hard on ma
chinery. and he has no "faculty” In Im
provising makeshifts or repairs after
an accident. And he is a long way
from base. These Chicago reapers
came from New York to Liverpool,
trans-shipped to Port Said; thence up
the Persian gulf and the Tigris river Ip
Bagdad, and then on the backs of cam
els for the twelve-day Journey to this
place. Soon the hum of American ma
chinery will be heard over the palaces
and temples and streets of old Nineveh,
which Is now all &m land. Even Jo.
nah could not have prophesied this.
An II* Machine and "Allah.’’
The morning after my kelek, or raft,
tied up above the bridge of boats which
links Mosul with the ruins of Nineveh
and Nebl Tunis (Prophet Jonah, the
name of a tomb, a mosque and a village
amid the ruins) I was visited by an
American from Providence, R. I., who
saw the American flag flying above my
tent. Since the new regime he has re
turned to this, his old home, bringing
various Improvements for this un
touched section of the Orient,
The moat marvelous. In 'the eyes of
the natives. Is an Ice-making machine,
which Is surely needed, stnc.e a sum
mer temperature of 110 degrees Is
common In Mosul. The Ignorant and
fanatical Moslems look askance at this
Interference with the ways of Allah.
According to their reasoning. If Allah
had wanted It to be cool he would
have made It so. "In’sh Allah"—"It Is
God's will"—Is the phrase that paraly
ses progress and destroys an Ameri
can's temper, as the natives thus lay
ill their laslness, lying and general
cussedness on the Lord.
"In'sh Allah," stood seriously In the
way of this Ice machine, but even It
had to stand aside when.an American
saw clear profits of (20 a ton in plain
sight. Next an American soda water
fountain will follow the Ice machine,
for Ottomans are very fond of drinks,
and the Prophet forbids alcohol—altho
the use of Intoxicants la on the Increase
among Moslems. In summer the
wealthier classes In Mosul pay three
cents a pound for snow, brought from
the mountains, packed In straw.
Where “Muslin" Gets Its Name,
Aside from being generally consid
ered the most Inaccessible of all the
cities In the Turkish empire, and apart
from Its long and romantic history,
Mosul's chief link with popular Interest
Is ‘the fact that from Its name Is de
rived the word muslin, that article hav
ing originated here. Like most Turkish
cities, Its glory lies chiefly In the past.
It has no manufactures at present, al
tho it exports largely of wool, hides
and gall nuts, for tanning. It was In
teresting to learn that much of the wool
of the fat-tailed sheep which I have
been watching day after day along the
river la consigned to a Philadelphia
Arm. The hides, also, And their way In
large quantities to America.
The fanaticism of the city Is famous,
altho It was a pleasant surprise trf And
hatlves speaking gratefully of the mem
ory of Dr. Williams, father of Dr. Tal-
cott Williams, of Philadelphia, who
lived here many years ago, before this
mission station of the Amerlcnn board
was abandoned. As a rule, Moslems
hereabouts have scant courtesy for
Christians. They say, “Allah made both
heaven and hell, so both must be filled,
and that Is thej reason for Christians."
Another local proverb has It. "Fire must
have atlcks, and hell must have Chris
tians.” ,•
Despite this prevailing sentiment, the
more Intelligent clttsens confess that
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AIRY SUMMER FROCK.
The above Is a reproduction of a dainty little frock of cotton
voile seen recently In a smart ahop. It was of lavender and white
striped voile made with peasant blouse In surplice effect with
lace entre deux on either side of the front. The "V" at back and
front was filled by white tucked mull batiste headed by lace inser
tion and In the sleeves were Inserted two bands of white mull
between entre deux of lace. There were also tucked undersleevea
of mull. On the skirt also the bands of white were Inserted be
tween their narrow Insertions of lace and there was a deep flounce
cut crossways of the mater la!. Olrdle of velvet ribbon In a deep
shade of lavender.
J!
regardless of the theological problems
which the admission Involves, the
Christian nations have been greatly
blessed, by Allah, and It behooves Tur
key to learn modern ways from them.
There are only from six to a dozen Eu
ropeans or Americana pass this way In
a whole year, so It seems strange to
find such a general awakening among
public men to the advantages of tavern
tleth century civilization. There are no
native-born Americans here, and only
the one returned emigrant, whom I have
mentioned. But there has been an in
evitable reflex Influence from the peoplo
who have gone to America to live. Only
thus can I account for the extraordi
nary vogue of things American, and the
demand for American Imports.
A Governor’s Appsal.
The last of the valla of the old regfme
governs this vilayet; and I found him
more of a Young Turk than some that
boast the title. His Integrity and pub
lic spirit are the subject of general
comment. Altho a septuagenarian, I
found the vail an animated friend of
reform. When he pushed his fez to the
back of his bald head. In the Jauntiest
manner Imaginable, and talked with
hands and eyea and lips about the need
of better transportation facilities, there
was no doubting hia sincerity.
He spoke of the desirability of having
an American railway come thru, be
cause, he said, the Americans push
whatever they undertake and do not
play politics with their business con
cessions. "The Americans are waking
us all up. I wish I could travel to
that wonderful new west; but you tee
how far ye are from everywhere. Now,
If airships were running—" I offered
to forward his order to America for an
alahtp, for Immediate delivery, which
idea quite upset him.
He appealed to me directly to place
the case of this fertile country, destined
again to be the center of a great grain
growing region, before American busl-
neat men. The need for everything
modern Is apparent. The market Is a
virgin one. The people are predisposed
to American wares. All about are op
portunities. Coal and oil abound, prac
tically unworked.
As to the latter statement, there Is
evidence which thrusts Itself upon the
mere layman. If a western Pennsylva
nia man could see the crude petro
leum which has exuded from the earth
floating on the surface of the Tigris, he
would have a serious attack of "oil
fever.” At one spot, not far from here,
I visited the oil wells, which are op
erated, after a fashion. They are not
oil wells at all, but oil lakes, from
which both gas and oil flow without
digging. Ten retorts, made of scrap-
iron, mud and old Standard Oil tins,
were distilling the crude petroleum at
the rate of one Standard Oil tin per
day to a retort. It Is so poorly done
that the output can be sold only to tha
Arams, Kurds and Druses. All the by
products are, of course, wasted. Yet
here Is a seemingly unlimited supply
of oil, as well as of natural gas, coal
and asphalt.
A Hint From the Ancients,
The mention of asphalt suggests a
particular which shows how clearly civ
ilization has retrograded In these parts.
Of the numerous sources of bitumen
and asphalt In this region, Turkey and
the^Arabs have made no use. Yet I
m>wf .have seen it used In the build
ings and pavements of the Assyrians of
4,000 years ago. We know that the
spade has revealed Its use In the Tower
of Babel, and the Bible records that
Noah pitched tho ark. Yet for hun
dreds of years the same sources of sup
ply have been allowed to go to waste.
At Shergat, a short distance down
the river, the Germans , have for seven
years been conducting excavations on
the site of Asshur. the oldest of As
Syria's capitals. They And that pitch
was commonly used, and asphalt. Theso
excavations, by the way, are extraordl.
nary, both In whatthey have found and
In the thoroughness with which they
are being carried on.
8lx Germans are In charge of the
work, which Is maintained by the mu
seum* and the German government at
a cost of 520,000 a year. The entire
city. Including palaces and temples and
fortifications. Is being laid bare. Some
of the buildings uncovered date back
3,500 years before Christ. Others are
as recent as the year 200 A. D. One
section, which the excavators call their
Pompeii, shows the life of the com
munity most Interestingly. The streets,
the shops and the residences have been
Inld hare, after being burled from 3,000
to 4,000 years. One curious discovery I*
the ancient mode of burial. The dead
were encaged In clay or stone sarcoph
agi. In the case of the wealthy, and In
earthen Jars, In the case of the poor,
and burled a few feet under the floor
of the living rooms of the dwelling
houses. In some cases, elaborate mau
soleums have been unearthed a few
Inches below the floors.
German devotion to science Is carry
ing on this great work, but the Inex
plicable policy of Turkey, which re
cently, for example, permitted a price
less Assyrian marble bull a Nineveh
to be broken up for lime, will not al
low any of the results of the excavators'
work to be taken to Berlin. Every
brick of value, every Inscription, every
WHEN LOVE HAS FLQWN
‘ £y WINIFRED BLACK
She loved her husband, and believed
In him, and was very happy. And the
other day she found a letter In his
pocket, and now she knows the awful
thing that makes her love , a mockery
and her heart a temple of bitterness.
"What shall I dor' she says. "My
life is broken. I shall not leave my
to ■ profess? Music lives yet, even If
love has gone. Music and flowers and
the sweet smile of spring and the deep
welcome of laughing summer.
The world Is full of Joy and Interest
and friendship and of things to learn
and to understand and to appreciate.
Love has gone; welcome friendship.
husband, for there are three children. I "Good morning, quiet comradeship.
statue, cylinder or other "tlnd" must
be boxed up for shipment to Constam
tlnople. Tho Germans must pay the
salary of an army ofllcer, or commis
sioner, who stands guard over their
work to see that nothing is made off
with surreptitiously. The Germans, of
course, make copies of all the Inscrip
tions and drawings and photographs of
all the plans. In none of which are the
Turks apparently at all Interested.
Making the Arab Work,
An unexpected light upon' the
changes that are taking place In the
Immemorial east was revealed at Sher
gat. The Inscriptions show that 6,900
years ago the Arabs from the adjoining
desert were accustomed to raid the set
tled communities, even as they have
been doing ever since. This Is the head
quarters of the tierce and ' famous
Shammar Arabs, and the day I was in
Shergat I saw a military expedition of
3,000 men, Infantry, artillery and cav
alry, all well equipped and uniformed,
going off to put the fear of the Young
Turk government Into these Independ
ent mafauders.
It Is the Intention of the cabinet, I
know, to break the Independent power
of all these Arabs, as It has already
done In the case of tho notorious
Ibrahim Pasha and of the Druses. How
well they, have already succeeded In
Instilling respect for law and order
Is evident from the fact that I, like all
other recent travelers over this region
which once was considered so danger
ous, have been In no wise molested.
I have not had occasion to point my
rifle at anything bigger than a goose
or a pelican. And It may be worthy of
remark that this Tigris region Is ’
two of them half grown, and he has
been good to me In so many ways, and
he sCys he Is sorry and promises never
to deceive me again.
“Im a not angry now; at first I was.
At first I had all I could do to keep
from finding the other woman and
strangling her to death with my bare
hands. Oh, I could hnve done It then,
but now I am sorry for her. poor fool.
She believed In him, too. and thought
he really loved her. and now he Is
ready to give her up as Ughtly as he
betrayed me.
"No; I do not hate him; I feel a con
tempt for him. a kind of pitying con
tempt. But what about all these years
that stretch before us? What shall I
do.? I shall keep up the pretense before
other people, but oh, how lonely the
years will be, how lonely, how bitter,
how dead In all that makes them worth
the living.’
What shall you do, foolish, heart
broken woman? Live, live and forget
Easy? No, but It can be done.
This man has been good to you, you
say; ha still loves you; you have your
children, your home, your friends.
Was he all that the world held for
you? Don't let him be. one human
being should have It In his power to
wreck the life of another. You can not
love him any more nor trust him? Well
then, like him. He Is, after all, the
best friend you have on earth; a poor
friend, perhaps, but still, In the last
analysis, the closest you have. He
gives you food and shelter and a proud
position In the world. He Is kind, he Is
bitterly repentant; well, take him at hts
word. Forgive—and forget.
Love? Love Is a capricious rascal at
beat, poor, light-hearted, conscience
less little rogue. So he has gone, has
he? He has lived In the core of your
heart for years, and now he bids you a
tight good-bye, and goes singing down
the road to newer fields, lighter hearts
than yours.
Well? The sacred room of your heart
Is empty now. Sweep and garnish It;
love has gone—gone forever. Call
friendship, camaraderie, good-humored
fellowship, warm-hearted fealty, In to
visit. They'll stay longer and wear bet
ter than that little, singing vagabond
Love, ahyhow.
You're about >5, I should Judge, by
tha age of those children. Thirty-five;
well, you've held your vagrant guest
longer tHan most Walk with him to
sportsman's paradise. Pigeon*, duck*. | th# corner of the road, wave him a
geese, heron, crane, pelican, partridge,
pheasant, and other fowl unknown to
me by name, abound In unlimited
quantities. _
To return to the Arabs; The Ger
mans have put a large force of them—
sometimes as many as 200—to work
on the excavations. The best of them
make as much as 26 cents a day. This
Is a great advance, for your noble
Arab, like the red Indian whom he In
so many ways resembles, does not like
work. He will shoot and steal and
talk, but work Is for women. These
Arabs who have taken to pick and
shovel and dirt basket are despised by
their kinsmen of the desert. True,
they are a poor lot. an appalling per
centage of them being afflicted
friendly good-bye and go home again,
at peace. In comfort.
Call In your children, get acquainted
with their griefs and Joys. You've let
your old friends think you had forgot
ten them; get them around you again
There's a new library In town; Join It.
What's become of that art you used
Hall, serene mutual understanding. I'm
35 years old. I’ve been looking for you
all these many days.
“Come, let's go down the world to
gether, and let's sing as we go, not tho
wild, thrilling song that lov* taught us
—poor Love, how he loves to teach and
how soon he forgets what he has
taught, poor Love—not his song now,
but still a song, the song of the strong
who triumph over the treachery of'
time. All quiet, pleasant paths aro
open to us. good friendship, kind com- i
rade. Come, let's walk down them to- |
gather."
And when you havo said these things, j
and said them with all your heart, thoi
battle la won for you.
For him? He slipped and fell In the;
mud, poor fellow! Ho was weak andi
could not stand alone. You can never'
care for him deeply again, of course,;
but help him up, brush the mud from i
his clothes, help him bind up his!
wounds. This Ilf* Is short and for!
many of ua It Is very hard.
For him, too? Perhaps.
THE GIRLS I DID-
NOT MARRY
By KENNETT HARRIS.
Belle was a blonde; her hair was yel-;
low.
She used to make me pretty blua
Quite musical she played tho 'cello.
Some don't like music, but I do.
Maud’s face was fair, her heart was
true.
Not turning to Tom, Dick and Harry;
A paragon, clear thru and thru.
- They were the girls I did not marry.
Bess was brunette, and, like Othello,
When first his dark suspicions grew,
I used to ache to stamp and bellow.
Shn gave me ample reason, too.
And Nellie was another who
Would make a hide-bound hermit
tarry
To tie the laces of her shoe.
They were the girl* I did not marry.
Prudence, her vole* was sweet and mcl.
low; -
It always seemed to me to coo.
No one could really blame a fellow
For being fond of pretty Prue.
Agnes was on* I used to woo;
Her eyes dealt stabs I could not parry.
A bitter cud she made me chew.
They were the girls I did not marry.
L'ENVOI,
y Ilfs, a lucky thing for you
That something happened to mis
carry.
You think I must be sorry? Pooh!
They were the girls I did not marry.,
with
syphilis, which they call "the foreign-
erers' disease." None the less they are
working, and this Is news, Indeed; a
rare sign of the awakening of the old
est people.
(Copyright, 1911, by Joseph B. Bowles.)
THINGS ABOUT WOMEN THAT MEN
CAN’T UNDERSTAND
The Peculiar Feminine Code of Ethics That Governs the Sex
By DOROTHY DIX.
"The thing that I can't understand
about women,” said the sixth man, 'is
the peculiar feminine code of ethics.
Women are the self-elected conscience
keepers of the world. They make the
moral laws. As a sex, they are better
than men, and yet I've seen one of these
very pattern* of feminine virtue do
things that no decent man would do.
‘And she did It without moulting a
single one of her angel feathers be
cause, according to the queer feminine
logic, whether a thing Is right or wrong,
honest or dishonest, true or false, de
pends on the time, the place and the
season, and the mood sh* happens to
be In. There are no hard and fast rules
In regard to what Is decent In conduct
as there Is among men.
Tor Instance, take the matter of
dress. Can anybody explain why It Is
perfectly modest and proper for a wom
an to parage along the seashore. In the
summer. In a costume that barely
reaches to her knees, while she will
blush herself to death to expose more
than a tip of her toe In her parlor, in
the winter?
“No respectable woman but. would be
horrified at doing such a brazen thing
as appearing, even In her own house, in
the daytime with her arms and neck
uncovered, yet in the evening she will
calmly put on her most decollete dress
and go to the opera to be gazed at by
a thousand strange and curtouf eyea.
Condons the Male Sinner.
‘Then observe the strange attitude
that women take on the question of
chastity. They are particularly strong
on this point, yet they condone, In men,
what they damn In their own sex.
"They draw (heir skirts away from
the woman sinner and invite her male
partner In sin to dinner.
"More than that, the very best of
women, and the ones who are the lead
ers In the crusade for social purity, will
marry their Innocent young daughters
off to men whom they know to be dis
reputable.
"Can you beat that for Inconsistency ?
Is Immorality Immoral only when It
gets In the feminine gender? Is there a
sex distinction In virtue?
■i won'; even speak of the matter of
white lies, for the mere masculine In
tellect reels and totters when It consid
ers the number of apparently unneces
sary falsehoods that a perfectly truth-
ful woman considers It proper to tell.
"A man Is a liar, or he Is not. A
woman Is both a liar and truthful; and
she considers herself a model of veraci
ty If she tells the truth on big occa
sions. Such little matters as saying
she Is not at home when she Is; that
shse Is 36 when she's past 50; that she
had a perfectly delightful time at i
party when she was bored to death
that a certain woman Is a dear when
she thinks her a cat; that her gown Is
an Imported one when she made It her
self, and so on, she considers none of
the recording angel's business, and
she’ll get the surprise of her life when
she finds out that these falsehoods arc
set down on the heavenly record under
the general heading of "Lies."
Truthful Jsne’s Whoppers.
•The average woman only hits the
truth In high plaees. All women know
thia and take each other's statements
with about a barrel of salt, and yet
how hurt their little feelings would be
If any one should accuse them of being
liars!
"One of the main reasons that men
can not deal Intelligently with women Is
that they are never prepared for the
whoppers that Truthful IJane hands
them.
‘Take note, also, as an example of
the lopsided way In which women's
moral principle* work, of the feminine
position on the vice of gambling. Prac
tically all good women are violently
opposed to gambling—unless with men
who are unlucky.
nee knew an old lady who was
very pious, a regular Mother In Israel,
wbo had. much to say against card
playing, and horse racing, and was vlo
lent In her denunciations of pool rooms
and all games of chance.
"Finally some one told her that her
son was a professional gambler, and
that the money she lived on came across
a poker table, and asked her why she
didn't let reform, like charity, begin at
home.
•' 'Oh.' she said, 'but Edward always
wins, so there's no reason he shouldn’t
play cards for money!'
"And there you are, for the Justifica
tion of gambling, or the sin of it, to
most women Is determined by whether
you win or not. $
"Then who can explain the nice di
viding line that women draw between
honesty and dishonesty. When It comes
to a question of money, women are far
more honest than men. If a woman
owes you .money, she will pay It If ahe
possibly can, speaking for the sex, by
and large. If you trust her with money
she win be faithful In handling It That
Is the resson that women cashiers are
superseding men cashiers In so many
business houses. It Is very seldom that
the trusty female employee tampers
with the cash drawer.
How Honest Women 8toal.
"But the very woman who handles
thousands of dollars, without a cent
sticking to her fingers, will look blandly
out of the car window while the con
ductor posses by asking for fares; or.
will soak a used postage stamp off of 1
an envelope and try to pass It again.
"Women, who are respectable and
well off and w ho would sue you for libel
If you called them dishonest, will steal!
hotel towels and spoons from restau- >
rants and perjure themselves to smug- I
gle In a few trinkets, and, Instead of.
haring any sense of shame about these!
things, they brag of them. ;
"Certainly the feminine conscience I
works In a mysterious way Its wonders)
to perform, and no man can guess be
forehand at what tangent It la going
off.
For myself. I have the most pro
found reverence for II but I regard It
as one of the great unsolvabl* myste
ries of creation.”
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EMBROIDERED VOILE GOWN.
The above sketch Is of a charming white voile gown richly
embroidered fn old blue. The peasant blouse has entre deux of
Irish crochet Introduced In panel and collar effect, the. former
flanked on either side by the hand-embroidery design In blue
The sleeves are finished with this. On the skirt the effect of the
panel It repeated while more of the Insertion outlines the lower
edee of the deep embroidery design which curves awsy graceful-
ly from the panel front. The girdle Is made of a breadth of silk
which Itw rapped about the waist, the ends being knotted with end*
on either side of the front. TSg]