Page:War; or, What happens when one loves one's enemy, John Luther Long, 1913.djvu/263

TANKOO And Jon has told me that the same thoughts have come to him amidst the dead and wounded on the battle-field.

No! I wouldn't kill an animal. But I would kill my own kind—in that thing of murder called War.

And that is what constantly came into my mind when I was with Evelyn:

"Fix her! Holes in her! You done it!"

Next day was uncomfortable for me. For, besides lying to all the rest, I had to look out that there was no change for the worse in Evelyn. But she was so happy—even happier than the night before—that I had shot her that she seemed to forget the wound. It was regular faith-cure.

"Why, I could get up, daddy," she laughs, "if you weren't working to make my hair-cut convincing."

In the afternoon I wanders up to the garret. There were two lamps near the window facing south, which I had never seen before. Nearly new. Stuffed behind the 247