Page:War; or, What happens when one loves one's enemy, John Luther Long, 1913.djvu/324

WAR can. Seems to me that we're all crazy in one way or another, to-night."

"Well, daddy," says Jon, with his patient smile, putting his arm over my shoulders and leading me off, "we are all suffering from tomorrow!"

And then the wildness all went out of his eyes.

"Daddy," says Jon, "could you hear us out there?" He motions toward the trees. "Sometimes we both forgot and talked pretty loud."

"I heard a great deal, Jonthy," I says, "but I can't figure out what it was—yet."

And I didn't—as I have said, much of what I have told you here—until long, long afterward. I suppose I have told you more or less as it should run. But that is bad—and you must fix it for yourself a bit. It took years of thinking and happening for some of the things to become plain. And the places where things fit in now and make all clear, were vacant then, and nothing was clear. 308