Page:War; or, What happens when one loves one's enemy, John Luther Long, 1913.djvu/308

WAR "Kushy, Davy," says I to him, like when he was a baby. "Jon knew you didn't know. And he was glad—glad. She was so lovely that he—well, he wanted you to have her."

"Yes! And so did you—it has been with Evelyn like everything else since I was born. I was to have her. She was for me! No matter who else wanted her or was hurt! And she knew! Daddy, she knew and let me do this to Jon! I wish I could understand that! Do you, do you, daddy?"

"Davy," says I, "although she knew up here, at the head, like all women know when a man's foolish about her, especially when the man has told them, yet she didn't know it down here, at the heart. There was too little of it, especially after you came, when immediately she didn't know anything but you down below. That's it. And it was just as too late then as now. If she had told you, you would have gone away from her. And she loved you. Can you blame her? It was too late after the first minute!"

"But you knew, daddy, dear, and let it go 292