THE RED RUGS OF TARSUS
telegrams in English are not accurately trans- mitted in Turkey.
When I went over to Mrs. Christie's sitting- room for afternoon tea, I found several Ar- menian women there, among them the mothers of two of our teachers. One mother was beg- ging for permission for her son to sleep at the college. He came later, bringing his precious violin, which he asked me to hide for him. I put it back of our bathtub. The other mother was in tears. Her son is in Adana for the holidays with his bride. This poor woman has a right to fear. She lost two children in the 1895-96 massacres. One little girl was trampled to death by a squad of Turkish sol- diers. The son, our Armenian professor, the one in Adana was saved with the greatest difficulty, having been hidden for several days in the dark corner of a mill.
Excitement grew this afternoon. Patrols are going through the streets. We are told that this is done to calm people. The unrest [104]
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