Page:War; or, What happens when one loves one's enemy, John Luther Long, 1913.djvu/62

WAR "Love?" asks Evelyn, still not quite awake, and passing her hand over her face.

Jon sang.

Then at last she woke up entirely and looked at Jon in a strange and terrible kind of way. She took her hand away and moved off.

"Jon," she says, "you're my brother."

"I'm your slave!" says Jon.

"Give your love to some one—worthier of it!"

"There is none such!"

"As for me—I am a monster! If you knew what makes me say that you would agree in it. You must not love me. If you knew my thoughts you could not."

"Monster!" says old Jon, "you're an angel, straight from heaven!"

Now what do you think of that for a son of mine!

Evelyn just looked as if she couldn't understand his language. 46