Page:War; or, What happens when one loves one's enemy, John Luther Long, 1913.djvu/220

WAR He looks at her like a judge, sentencing a man to be hanged.

"But she must and shall be punished for this sort of thing. Her punishment is—"

Dave turned to her then.

"—to be told, for the first time, that I am a Union man. And that nothing has helped so much to make me one as this madness of hers."

"Ah, what do I care about that!" says Evelyn.

"If you care about me you'll care about that—and not be entirely blinded by your own prejudices," says Dave.

"You, too! You, too! Why, that's all gone!"

"I have asked you," says Dave, in a way new and terrible, "to apologize to Jon and daddy. Be as much of a rebel as you like—but a lady. There's nothing else to be discussed till that has been done."

"But, Dave, my own dear Dave, you must see! Don't you-all see? I'm not rebel—I'm not Union—I'm only Love!"

I was surprised at Dave. He was as hard as a stone to her. Like a judge on the bench. 204