THE SULTAN OF TURKEY 



den gates, his personality was that of an old 

 man who might be knitting. He led you to 

 believe that you had actually known him well, a 

 long, long time. 



Our effort was to get out of the Palace as 

 quickly as possible and draw the picture which 

 I had in mind. It would be necessary for us 

 to get some miles away, as we were already 

 looked upon by the Turkish spies as men sent 

 by the President of the United States to in- 

 vestigate Armenian trouble. But after twenty 

 minutes ride from the Palace, Moore sug- 

 gested that I should not risk going further. 

 He said I ought to put down the impression 

 of this remarkable old gentleman before any- 

 thing faded from my memory. So, guarded 

 by two big stalwart young men, I made a 

 picture, which pleased us beyond expression. 

 I had got at something which made the draw- 

 ing one of the man himself, not an idealised 

 Sultan. It soon became our greatest care to 

 know how to protect it. Under much persua- 

 sion we showed it to an intimate friend of the 

 Sultan in Constantinople; a man who had 

 known him for forty years. After I had 

 showed it to him, and he kept looking at it, I 

 began to get nervous. It dawned on me all 



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