Page:War; or, What happens when one loves one's enemy, John Luther Long, 1913.djvu/116

WAR slept in Jon's bed without so much as a "Thank-you-sir," and let Jon sleep in the barn with Wasser and the hireland. In fact, he never noticed it.

So it went on till I thought Jonathan the loneliest boy in the whole world, and Dave the happiest—and most thoughtless. And the more Dave forgot Jon, the more Jon remembered Dave. He just brooded over him, like a hen with one little chicken. Dave didn't see anything but Evelyn. But I saw the thousands of little things Jon put in the way of Dave's happiness, and the other thousands he took out of it. I reckon no boy's road to heaven was ever made so smooth.

Like this: Dave took a little cold, or something, and got hot in the night. Once in a while Jon'd sneak in the house, when Dave was asleep, and go up to his room and look at him—just stand and look. When I caught him at it, he said that he'd come to get some of his things in the room. But I knew better. He came to look at Dave—nothing 100