Page:War; or, What happens when one loves one's enemy, John Luther Long, 1913.djvu/304

WAR Then a silence.

"My God!" I heard Jon say, and, then again, "my God! Who would think that you—beautiful, wonderful—you could be the cause—"

I closed my eyes and could imagine Jon looking into that face which could be so wonderful, as he turned it to the moon.

And, then, suddenly, I turned upon Dave—something made me do it—and such a Dave I had never seen before. Ach! It's wonderful what an effect the mind has upon the body—and so quick!