CHAPTER II
TURKEY AND TOLERANCE—A FRIENDSHIP WASTED
My supreme interest in Turkey among the Moslem
nations, arose from influences, or instincts, I cannot now
with any certainty determine. I suspect, however, it
was in part reaction against the injustice of Gladstone—the
idol of my father's youth, until the betrayal of his
hero Gordon—and in part indignation with those who
called the Koran an "accursed book." My religion
is the universal tolerance I expect for my own, and I
can feel only the most profound admiration for the
Great Prophet of Islam, whose fine personality has
left so benign an influence throughout the East, and for
his "Bible," with its noble study of our own Christ.
Carlyle, you will remember, pays glowing tribute to
this "Prophet Hero!"
So I devoured every book that I could lay hands on about these interesting peoples; fought for introductions to anyone who could talk of them, from book-knowledge or personal acquaintance; studied medicine—that their women might suffer less.
It was in 1906 that I first met Pierre Loti's "disenchanted" heroines, Zeyneb and Melek; and we soon became the closest friends. The tale of their daring, but unpractical, flight had stirred my imagination. Their father was one of Abdul Hamid's Ministers, and two or three times during my visit they were almost kidnapped by order of the Sultan. On one occasion it was, indeed, only a miracle which disclosed the plot that was to have carried them off (by motor from Nice to Marseilles, thence back by boat to Constantinople) to the punishment awaiting them.
