Page:War; or, What happens when one loves one's enemy, John Luther Long, 1913.djvu/119

THE CHANGE DAVE BROUGHT "Wouldn't you?" I asks.

"Not a word, not a thing," smiles Jon. "On the contrary, dear old daddy, I spend half the time I ought to sleep thinking of ways to make the happiness more and more wonderful. I thought I loved her, daddy. I told her it was the greatest love ever man had for woman. But, daddy, the wonder of Dave's love makes me ashamed of mine. And hers! It is as great as his. Why, what is it that he forgets us? We are small things in his world. And how can it be otherwise? There is nothing but her for him, nothing but him for her. Daddy, I was an apprentice. I had to learn love. But Dave is it. Didn't you notice how he put it on like a garment the moment he saw her? Well, it was a garment that was waiting for him from the beginning of the world. It didn't have to be fitted—like mine. And she! When they met it was, at last, as if her restless militant spirit had found its nest. She put her head upon his heart and slept." 103