Page:War; or, What happens when one loves one's enemy, John Luther Long, 1913.djvu/201

WHAT JONATHAN FOUND when Jon steps up quiet as a May morning, and says:

"I will."

And do you think that I could say a word? No. I was so worked up with the thoughts that editor had made me think, that if Jon hadn't spoken I would. Well, it was good to see that poor devil of an editor rise from despair to glory. He faced Jon about so the crowd could see him. He could hardly talk. He was crying like a baby.

"After all, friends," he choked out, "I'm glad you didn't hurry. Look at your second Union soldier—your first, in fact! Did you ever see a finer leader? Captain Vonner, I salute you! God bless you!

"And, oh, what an answer to calumny! Friends, he comes from the veriest hotbed of treason in Maryland. Up there, in the hills, a cordon of guards surrounds him; the provost guard is on the watch night and day. He, himself, has been named to me as a suspect. His family have been. Thank God, I knew it 185