Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1900-06-03

IDEAS and beggars on! Bless ne, but 7
suffer!"
I didn't see how ! could help him
except to advise him to learn his fate
on the morrow and lave it over with
and then go up to Marathon and see
the ruins and the tombs and get out of
Greece. Loverlike, he went out into
the balmy evening to commit suicide,
and I saw him no more until next af-
ternoon. He not only still lived, but
there was a look. of happiness on his
face as / saw him talking to a mar 7
would not have cared to meet a mile
out of town at MONDAY. That evening
Mr.. Wallace informed me that he and
his daughter and Burns were going
over to Marathon by rail next day to
be gone for a couple of days, and at a
later hour the lover sat down beside
me to say:
1--WE got a blooming game on foot
doncher know"
Going to become a hero?" I asked.
"If l don't, then you may call me a
donkey. Yes, sir, I've taken your adj
vice, and you'll hear something drop.
as you Yankees say, within a day or
two. Thanks, awfully, for the hint.
hope to come back arm in arm with
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settled with the daughter, doncher
know"
AS l had been at Marathon l had
declined to make one Of the party.
They got off in good season next morn
ing. and Burns was in high spirits and
acting like a young man who felt solid
ground beneath his feet. To my sur
prise, Mr.. Wallace and his daughter
returned on the evening train, and
they had an adventure to relate. From
Marathon you make a tour of the
tombs on the backs of donkeys, and it
is a rough road and full of ambushes.
The trio had started out by them
selves and made fair progress when a
couple of picturesque villains suddenly
bounced out upon them. The escort
of a man and his two boys fled at
once, and the villains were about to
lead the donkeys up into the hills
when Burns came to the rescue. He
alone was armed. He descended from
his saddle and began shooting, and af-
ter tumbling over themselves the
scoundrels left him in possession of
the little field. He had saved the par
miration and gratitude, but before the
father could pat him on the head or
the daughter that his love
was returned something else happen
ed. Shots were fired from behind a
ruin, and the donkeys ridden by faith
er and daughter started off on a gall
lop, followed by the others. Burns
vas not hit, but in his confusion over
the new attack he fingered and was
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ment became the captive of the next.
When the others had reached a place
of safety, they learned that their saw
ior had fallen into the hands of regu-
lar brigands, headed by old Beppo,
and, though a show of pursuit was
made by a detail of soldiers, the fell
lows were not overhauled.
AS soon as l had heard the story l
saw the little scheme Burns had work
ed. He had hired a couple OF rascals
in Athens to go over to Marathon and
play brigands for him, but after be-
coming a hero a gang of the genuine
article swooped down on him and car
ried him off. The only man in Mara
thon or Athens who was at all dis
turbed over the matter was the land
lord of the hotel, who feared he might
not get his bill. Mr.. Wallace and his
daughter seemed to have a suspicion
after their return that a little job had