ear that the Young Turk
regime was bound to fail. No one but the Young Turks wanted it, and
they had started it at least thirty years too late. Territorial
aggrandizement was what Greece, Bulgaria, Serbia, and Montenegro
wanted. Russia and Austria, too, were both burning to "free
Christians from the Turkish yoke." And if Turkey reformed herself
into an earthly Paradise, the lands those Christians lived in would
be lost for ever.

Then came talk of withdrawing the international gendarmerie from
Macedonia. This I could not believe possible. "England will never do
anything so crazy!" I declared.

"She will though," said the Austrian Consulate, "and so soon as the
Young Turks have enough rope they will hang themselves." And sure
enough the gendarmerie was withdrawn, and the Young Turk let loose
to go as he pleased. In Cetinje I found popular opinion furious both
with the Young Turks and with Austria. Either and each would prevent
the formation of Great Serbia. All were for war, and still believed
England would support them if they began. I went to the drinkshops
as being the centres from which to distribute information, and told
gendarmes, soldiers, and pot-house visitors generally that England
Would not go to war for them.

"But," they declared, "your own Prime Minister in Parliament has
said: 'We will never allow the Treaty of Berlin to be violated.' Our
guns are on the frontier pointing at Cattaro. It is war!"

"Oh, they tell a lot of lies in our Parliament," said I. "Don't
believe them. We are not going to fight. You will get no help."

I was exceedingly afraid some fool would start firing, for they were
getting tired of doing nothing on the frontier in the cold. All the
Corps Diplomatique, save Austria, interviewed me, anxious to hear
how the Constitution was working in Albania. None of them had any
belief in it. The French Minister even said it would require twenty
Napoleons to solve Turkey's many problems, and the Turks had not
one.

The Prince sent for me, and I saw he, too, expected war, for he
questioned me about the Red Cross, and asked me whether I could get
medical aid from England.

The steamer in which I left Cattaro was empty of goods because of
the boycott, and of passengers because of the political situation.
There was a non-commissioned Austrian officer with me in the second
class. As the boat left the shore he said fervently: "Gott sei dank!
Gott sei dank! I have got away. The war will begin ve