Page:War; or, What happens when one loves one's enemy, John Luther Long, 1913.djvu/40

WAR and no dead. Parr Horwitz was so scared that he skedaddled, and was never heard from again, and some one nailed up what was left of the church, and it wasn't opened again for five years. But that fight in the church made worse blood than anything else—like church fights always do. After that everybody was mad at everybody else, and called each other all kinds of hard names. And the secret organizations, for one disloyal purpose or another, flourished mightily—just for spite.

It never looked exactly like an Ark of Peace from that time on—the nice old church.