Page:War; or, What happens when one loves one's enemy, John Luther Long, 1913.djvu/207

WHAT JONATHAN FOUND "Well," says I, "that's what she does—mixes up war and love like thunder—does Evelyn."

"Yes, I couldn't understand that before. I do now. But why should you go?"

"I got an aching void myself," says I, "and I know where it come from."

"That is strange," says Jon.

"I suppose war's good for all aching voids," says I; "not?"

"Maybe," nods Jon, and said no more about my withdrawing. That aching void business settled him. He understood that I meant we weren't getting enough to eat—just in fun—of course. At least I hope so—and not that I was in love with some one warlike.