Page:War; or, What happens when one loves one's enemy, John Luther Long, 1913.djvu/113

THE CHANGE DAVE BROUGHT sneak up to the Chestnut Woods, where the road ran through a cut, just to see 'em fly past—laughing and yelling, and playing monkey shines, and making believe to outrun each other but never getting far apart. They wasn't only two, they was four. And the horses knew it as well as any one. Yes, Dave brought the roses to her cheeks—like he said—and something, I expect, they hadn't counted on so much: a happy hungry look that wasn't satisfied without Dave was right there to satisfy it.

And another thing they hadn't bargained for was nice old Jon. When any one was looking he smiled and kept busy. But when he thought he was alone, the look of one deserted came over him. Of course, Dave didn't know anything. But Evelyn did, and I often wondered if she never thought of that night under the plum trees. I don't think she ever did. Yes, love is selfish.

One day Dave and Evelyn came running in to dinner, just off the horses, with extra red cheeks, and I saw the old yearning come 97