THE RED RUGS OF TARSUS
ing teacher, a Moslem, who is faithful to us. We have sent him to-night by horse with Haru- tun, the senior whose courage was thoroughly tested this afternoon. They rode into the jaws of death perhaps, but there is nothing else to do. Not only our lives but those of the refugees are at stake.
Nearly midnight.
We have prepared a few things in case we have to leave the place suddenly. Run? Where? Somebody or other remarked grimly enough: "Fix only what you can carry by yourself."
I came into the bedroom, and here I sit on Herbert's steamer chair. The wood fire has gone out. The room is chilly and looks so very large. One candle gives such a little light. The big blue rugs have been carried off for bedding. How bare the place seems. Oh, how lonely ! The chafing-dish stands there un- washed and tilted crooked in its stand. I have
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