The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1912-11-01
G: TURN or MARINO
Tragedy and Romance in Home
coming Of Soldier.
/ BY LEWIS JAMES.

The hand OF old Papa Tzantili trem-
BLEED The days doings had been all
wrong, and tn his capacity as village
priest at Mitriane he had been I'M
able 10 help himself
And then the news had come. u
had spread rapidly. first in whispers
and later, when mems excitement
could no longer be restrained, in Joy
ont shouts.
Marine is coming! Our Marine!
Karistinaki, the Cretan eagle! Our
4 hero! The slayer of Bulgaria! Inc
savior OF the oppressed! He is COM
Engshoma'
Papa Tzantili went into his house on
the outskirts OF the village. He WISH
ed to avoid being questioned he
sat In his little room upstairs and
gazed sadly toward the quay.
Toward evening a steamboat cnurn-
cd her way between the northern pro-
montory OF the island and the barren
rock which rose sentinel a quarter OF
\ mile off,
In the stem of the vessel stood Q
huge man with his hands upon the
] e0nverging bulwark. He was Gre
IAN born, to Judge by his dress, which
he had donned for the special occa-
sion Of his homecoming.
He looked before him flxedly, and
byferce and glorious joy filed his
eyes
AS the boat began to pass under the
promontory, a little caique shot round
q projecting rock, followed by another
and another. And as they came within
Z aailing distance, their crews began
10 shout At first 1t seemed to the
Cretan that these we're but the usual
ayertures OF varkari soliciting pas
sengers from the anchorage to the
quay. But with sudden hot flush OF
pleasure he soon realized the truth
Some one had told the news Of his
coming. They were shouting his name
ID. welcome.
Bat Marine had other plans in view.
He was well aware that once among
this exuberant throng on shore It
might be hours before he could tear
himself away, and the first joys OF his
homecoming must be unobserved.
So, not loath to enjoy the triumph.
but wishing to postpone it, he pre-
vailed upon the skipper to land him in
u secluded cove 20 minutes or more
/ before the vessel should reach its
appointed haven that he might first
visit the home Of his fiance
Marine stepped ashore and gazed
shout him at the familiar scene.
He scrambled up the rocks a little
gay so that the view might be ex-
ended. Then he caught the sound Of
voices overhead. and presently he saw
ne figure Of a small boy emerge from
shallow cleft, and, with frightened
glance behind him, run up the zigzag
4 path beyond.
In another second the Cretan discoy-
sred what the boy had been doing. A
skin of wine lay at the entrance to the
left, and as he advanced silently he
could make out the form Of q man
seated In the shadow. He was eat
1 ing some food the boy had brought.
The soldier stopped and stared. That
some solitary individual should eat
ais supper on a desolate clifE was not
10 singular, but that he should be
clothed in ceremonious black, that an
excessively high collar, respondent
1Om an Athens laundry, should encir-
lie his neck. were surprising.
J For whole minute they stared at
4 Zach other.
''You are frightened. D'Metri?'' Ma.
hmo asked shortly. grinning In CON
lnnnpt and amusement, You didn't
expect to see me here so soon. You
thought was still with the bands. n
not SO. D'metri?s
THAT is true" the fellow whined,
Have mercy on me! did not mean
% injure you; ] couldn't help my.
SELF
THAT you could not help yourself
rom running when under are I can
guite believe. but that afterward yov
\ SHOULD turn traitor and betray us into
de-
He saw D'metri's hand slide intc
Ms pocket, and the next instant hie
5wn flashed over his head. One shor,
scream strangled In the towards
Khroat. and Marines knife struck home
aghin.
For moment or two the soldie,
stuod over him, his face glowerine
sisen without q backward glance con
Einued the ascent.
Righteous indignation lent addition
"a vigor to Marines stride, and in !
few minutes be had mounted the zir
rag path and stood upon the rocl
Rad which led to the cottage. As n
came nearer he saw the small DO,
who had brought food for D,metri Iii
ing at the roadside, cutting up Al
pni0n with q big knife. As the Gre
tan approached the lad started IN ii
terror and began to run.
stop" cried Marine. Come here
win not hurt you. little ONE.
The big mans voice was kind. an,
I me boy obeyed. For a while the,
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