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?swFWem jHr '-v H i Sn&B TiasS'!5: iBL yTwoars ofTorture in Ravished, Tke Only Ckristian Armenian Girl to Escape at, Last from tke Turks and Kurds and tke Vicked Harems of tke Sultan's Blool Officials Reveals, for tke First Time, Details of tke Wkolesale Massacres and , - . g) CKTBRNATIdNAU Cleveland M. Dodge, the Millionaire Philanthropist of ffew York City, of Whom Aurora Heard While a Harem Captive as "the Best Friend the Armenians Hare In All the JTorlf ON these pages eight weeks ago began the ttef7 of Aurora Mardiganiaa, the only .Chrirtian Armenian girl to escape the Turkish mas sacres of the Christians in Asia Minor, which began in her city, Tchemeah-Gedzak, near Harpont, three years ago on Easter Sunday. Little Aurora's father and elder brother met their death at the hands of the Turks. Aurora, al though only fourteen, was a well-developed" and a very pretty girt The Turkish governor had already marked her for his harem. He promised to spare her mother and brothers and sisters if she would join his harem slaves, but her devoted priest and her mother refused to le$ her make the sacrifice. The Pacha summoned all the Christian men and massacred them. The Turks carried off to 'their harems scores of the prettiest girls. Then with the 000 Christian women and chil dren of her city, Aurora was taken into the desert, where she was stolen by Bfnsa Bey, the notorious t Seizure of Thousands of Young Women, WkjchSHe ' . Witnessed lStj4 chieftain. Hum, Bey sold her t? Itffenii, front whom she escaped by jampteg sto the Euphrates. She rejoined her party of refugees in the desert, and again took up the lesg- teas? under the cruel scourging ,of the Zaptietie. She has told of the fate of the young .www of Xebaa-Hadcn, and of the "Butcher Shop" at Arab kiro; how" she was stolen the second time frea kec mother; of the "crucifixion" of sixteen feeaatKsl Christian girls near Malatia; of Jthe fate ef the seheel girls of Xirk-Gox; of the cruel maseacree in ffce "Ckarnel City; of her being sold into the fcowe ef adji Ghafour, and of her reception in the harem. To-day she tells of her experience at the handeef Hadji Ghafour and the raid on the monastery.' " Wth the permission of the American Ceeuatttee for Armenian and Syrian Belief of Mew York (Sty, the diary of her terrible experiences wOl fee eon tinned from Sunday to Sunday on these pages, rati she tells of her arrival in New York. Ji By Aurora (Continued from Last Buniay) OHAPTEE IX. The Raid on the Convent. BEHIND the door of Hadji Ghafour's haremlik pr women's apartments, I was received, with the two -, other Christian girls who had been afraid not to promise submission to him, by Turkish sen-ant women three of them who seemed to take our coming into the haremlik as a matter of .course. Just a few moments before, as I told last Sunday, we had seen one Armenian girl flogged to death and her sister carried away to a fate which I was to learn later. In the memory of that ordeal when the sister was being held swaying by the hands and feet by two bashi bazouks while the third cut her flesh with his cruel whip I had lost my courage for a time. It seemed as if God at last had deserted me. I am sure I am forgiven now for that feeling, since I 'did not doubt Him long. It was late when we were excused from the presence of Hadji Ghafour after he had designated the girl whom he kept with him. The women of the haremlik had all retired except the three who awaited our coming. These took us through a long, narrow corridor, lighted only by a single lamp, into the haremlik proper, which was in a separate wing of the house. Through a curtained door way at the end of the corridor we entered a series of small stone-floored rooms, in which, although there was no light, we could tell women were sleeping. At last we came to a wooden door, which one of the women opened, pushing us through. The women closed the door and one of them lit a taper. The room was barren, with not even a window. On the floor was a rw of sleeping rugs, but there were neither cushions nor pillows. The women told us to remove our clothing, and took it from us as we obeyed. Without another word the women then left us, taking the taper with them and locking the door. Through the long night we waited for what We did not know. "We were afraid to sleep, even if we could. "We knew morning had come when We heard the faint call of the First Prayer from some neighboring minaret. Soon we heard the haremlik astir. "We trembled as we waited for the door to open. It was the black slave who finally swung it open, let ting into the room the light from the windows that opened from the other rooms of the haremlik. He grinned when we shrank away from him. One of the servant women who had received us the night before entered after him. For each one of us the woman brought an intarie, or Turkish house dress, and slippers and stockings. The dresses were of satin and linen, but very plain. Though I wanted something with which to cover myself, 1 could not help shrinking from the hated Turkish robes. The Woman saw me and seemed to understand. v "You will have prettier things after a while after your betrothal!" After my betrothal ! "When we had dressed with the aid of the woman she ordered us to follow the slave. ""What you will see according to the desire of Hadji Ghafour will serve to guide your conduct in the haremlik," the woman said. The slave led us through a smaller room into a large chamber, in which were gathered more than twenty ex cited women, nearly all of them young girls, with two or 'hree negro slave girls among them. These women were Mardiganian crowded about a window and talked together in low whispers. When the slave approached they made room for him and looked at us curiously. I saw sadness and fright in all their faces, and some of. them, I knew, felt a great pity for us. At the window sill the slave peered out and then made us go close. The window opened upon a wide court. Across the court was another wing of the' house, with many small windows. For a moment I saw nothing bnt the bleak stone wall. Then my eyes lifted to a window sill on a floor higher up. I shrieked and recoiled. One of the other girls saw at the same time. She, too, shrank back. The slave was standing close behind and pushed ns, gently but firmly, back to the window. We could only look again. It was the body ofthe elder sister of the girl who had . been beaten to death the one who had been carried away when she defied Hadji Ghafour. The body hung by the feet from a rope attached to the window sill. The girl's arms -had been tied behind her back and now stretched away from her body, and her hair was hanging down from her swaying head. How long she had lived after she bad been hung there to die I do not know A band age, still tied over her mouth, had muffled her screams. One of the girls with me, Lusapellc, who had cried all night, fell to her knees and became hysterical. The slave lifted her and tried to make her look again. When he saw she was half mad he carried her to a couch at the other side of the room and two little negro slave girls immediately began to comfort her Other women crowded around her, too. The slave left us then, as did the woman servant who had been with us. As soon as they had left the chamber the women of the haremlik took us in their charge. They seemed to want to be very kind. Some of them were older than the rest; these were Turkish women. Hadji Ghafour's two wives were not among them, as their apartments were elsewhere, and I do not know what the relationship of the other women to him was, whether concubines or relatives. Nearly all "the younger women were Armenian girls who had apostasized. They were very sorry for us. Food was brought up in this chamber, and we all ate together. Already I had made up my mind to be as brave as I could and to hope and pray that 1 might be delivered from that house. I had lost hope of ever seeing my mother or my little sisters and brothers again, but during those long days of the walk from Malatia I had begun to think of my oldest brother, Vahan, who had gone to America many years before from our home in Tchemesh Gcdzak, and who, wc knew, was safe in that hapoy land of freedom. Vahan now would be a strong young man, perhaps with many friends in America. Mv family had not heard from him for several years, but we had ben sure he would be alive and well. Our last letter from him had been dated at Lawrence, Massachusetts. I had made up my mind I would try to get to him if I should not find my mother again 'and should live to escape from the Turks. I did not know how I could manage to do this, but I trusted in God. The Armenian girls in the haremlik all had passed through just such experiences as had been ours the night before in the presencp of Hadji Ghafour. There were eight of them, and all had apostasized with the hope of saying relatives, only to be taken to Hadji Ghafour's house upon their arrival at Geulik. Only one of them knew & Vv &"&' tT.&t' af h? ' .U BPEffi IP T - T rsTwnri j ISI ss- ' -Uf 'Jfx. rr . awk: Photo . mepcm-Service OUTSIDE THE WALLS OF DIYARBEKIR."When Armenians CouldNot Bribe the Vali Any Longer, He Would Send Them Outside the City Gate, Where Ae Tchet&ens Would Kill Them.' A Photo of Aurora's brother Vahan, Who Came to America Years Ago. The Hope of Finding Him Gave Her Courage to Sear the Atrocities of the Kurds and .Turks. She Has Not Found Him Yet, but She Found This Picture at Lawrence, Mass. what had become of their mothers and sisters. This one had seen her mother killed and her sister taken by the Kurds on the road from Malatia. Four days I remained jn the haremlik without being summoned by Hadji Gha four. On the third day one of the other of the "new" girls came back to us in the morning, quiet and ashamed, with her eyes downcast. That same day the harem slaves took away her plain intarie and gave her a richly embroidered dress. Such was the sign of her having been "betrothed." We were not allowed outside the haremlik apartments. Each night we were compelled to say the Fatiha, which is the Mohammedan Lord's Prayer. I learned to say the words of the Mohammedan Prayer aloud and translate them as I repeated them into the words of the Christian prayer. The head servant of -the haremlik, an elderly Turkish woman, who was as kind to us as she could be, took occasion every day to warn us that if we-wished to live and be happy we must prepare ourselves to be pleasing to Hadji Ghafour Other women told us of girls who had come into the harem, never to appear again after their "betrothal' to the master When these things were spoken of we could not help thinking of the body we saw hanging from the window across the court that was Hadji Ghafour's way of teaching us to be submissive? We were not put in the dark, windowless room again. Each of us was assigned to a couch adjoining that of a member of the haremlik. Once one of Hadji Ghafour's wives came into the harem to see us. She was a middle aged lady, from Bagdad. She once had been very beau tiful, I think, but seemed to be cruel and without affection. She had us brought before her and questioned each one of us about our experiences in the deportations. She wanted to trap us into admissions that we had not truly become Mohammedans. Among the Armenian girls in the harem was one who came from Perri, a village between my own city and Har pout. She asked that my couch be laid next to hers, and during the nights she told me of the massacres in her vil lage, and how the Turks had spared her because she ac cepted Islam, until they reached Malatia There she had been stolen, taken first to the home of a bey and then sent with other Armenian girls to Geulik. She too, had been taken straight to the house of Hadji Ghafour She had gone through with her "betrothal," and had found some favor in the eyes of the- Turk. This little girl was Arousiag Vartessarian, whose father. Ohannes, had owned much land She had been educated at Constantinople, at Robert College, which, she said, was supported by a rich American, Mr. Cleveland Dodge, of New York. Since I have come to America I have learned that this same Mr. Cleveland Dodge is the best friend the Armenians have in all the world. Arousiag was secretly Christian still. But she did not hope ever to escape from the harem. She told me Hadji Ghafour kept his Armenian girls only until he had tired of them or until prettier ones were available. Then he sent them to his friends, or sent them to be sold to Turkish farmers. She had tried to please him, so she would not be sold into an even worse state, for sometimes a girl who falls into the slave market will be sold into a public house for soldiers and Zaptieths. Each night, just after the evening meal, the black slave would come into the haremlik and speak to one of the chief servant women. One of the concubines would be sent for, and, with the woman, she would retire to her chamber to be redressed. An hour afterward the concu bine, perhaps one of the Armenian girls, perhaps a Turl ish girl who was a contented inmate of the harem, wot disappear down the long corridor that led to Hadji four's apartments. Each evening, when the slave entered upon his i and spoke to the servant woman, we all would watch wil dread until we knew which one of us had been summone When a "new" girl was called there was great eze ment Itwas her"betrothall" On the evening of the fifth day Tny heart sank and ' knees grew weak when a little alaik, or negro slave came to tell me that Hadji Ghafour had sent for me. Another dress was given me and. my hair rearrange The servant women gathered around me, each profes not to understand why I was not elated. Only when : tears fell did they cease their jesting at the arrival" last," they said, of the hour of my supreme torture n "good fortune" they called it. While I was being dressed I closed my eyes and prayJ not to be saved, for that was too late, but for streng and for the joy of knowing that God would be watch over me. One of the harem women walked with me do? the narrow corridor and through the door I had passed since I left Hadji Ghafour's presence five da before- The lights of many lamps glowed in the great rooi Just inside the door the big black slave was waiti Across, on his cushions, with his nargilleh on the flol beside him, sat Hadji Ghafour. A little alaik was wa ing on him. His eyes were full upon me when I stopp at the sound of the door closing behind. Hadji Ghafour motioned for me to approach and. ! upon a cushion at his feet. Involuntarily I shrank bal and threw my hands up before my eyes. An instant latj I felt the slave s hand gnppmg my arm. J. tried to fcc back and I tried to gather courage to go forward-j knew my hopes of a happier future depended upon submission. The slave tightened his grip. Under his breath murmured, "Be a good little one. You will be the bet for it." I cried silently to God. I could not look up, 1 I went and sat upon the cushion at Hadji Ghafour's fe1 But no more of this I To Arousiag I confided the next day that I must soi how escape Hadji Ghafour s house. To remain longer meant more tortures and lesssened such chance i thero might be that I would find my mother at Diyarbe'J where, soldiers had told me, refugees with money ot were allowed by the Mutassanf to remain just outside ' city provided they paid liberally for the privDec When their money was gone they were sent away the other exiles into the Syrian desert. I had tried to coax Hadji Ghafour to send messenge to Diyarbekir to rescue my family if they could be foui there, or to learn what had become of them. He won not grant me this favor. "You are a Turkish girl now he said, "and you must forget all past associations wi unbelievers. Arousiag feared for me the consequences of my beii caught in an attempt to escape. Captives who had tn to run. away before had been killed by the big slave, wii terrible tortures, she said, or they had been sold into t! public houses, where they soon died. When I had ma her understand, though, that I would risk anything rath than remain in Hadji Ghafour s house, she promised heln me. It was then she told me, when we were aloi in our couches that night, that to the west, across tl desert and plains, toward the Euphrates, was a hiddi monasteryt founded ages ago by Roman Catholic Domii can Fathers, who came into Armenia as missionanq During all the centuries Arnienian religious refugees ha been received in this monastery, Arousiag told me.