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1 SECOND SECTION The Atlanta Georgian AND NEWS SECOND SECTION 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 XF 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.” XF life 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]