Page:War; or, What happens when one loves one's enemy, John Luther Long, 1913.djvu/249

A FAVOR TO SHOOT HER What I had to do to-day was inevitable then. Wasn't it awful?"

"Rather awful," says I, "but don't say dam'. It's not nice for ladies"—though, of course, I knew who Damocles was—I looked it up. "The way to fix it is to fix old Jon first, and then get him after Dave. Dave'll believe anything Jonthy tells him—if it's that the end of the world is coming to-morrow at seven minutes apast eight. And Jon'll believe in anything that comes from you, if it turns white black. But don't forget that Dave's the fellow you're going to marry, not Jon, and if he don't know anything about it—"

She laughs in the old-fashioned happy way.

"Oh, my dear, old, blind daddy! Why, what do you think has been going on right under your big old nose all the time?"

"Well, what?" says I.

"Daddy, Dave asked me to marry him the first day and also the second and third day after he came home!" 233