Page:War; or, What happens when one loves one's enemy, John Luther Long, 1913.djvu/95

WHEN EVELYN CAME "Oh, yes!" says Evelyn.

"And then we'll see the roses bloom in these cheeks—lovely enough now—but think of them with roses in!"

And he kissed them both—just a touch on each.

Evelyn started back, angry, but when she looked and saw his glorious young face she returned—maybe for more!

The sweet way he talked to her—of the things they were to do—the happiness they were to have! Presently, like she didn't know she was doing it, Evelyn inched up and hung her arm in Dave's, as happy as he. You have no idea and I am too poor a scholar to tell it. He had won her like with magic. I felt that she would follow Dave, like a dog, to the ends of the world. Her master had come.

"And what am I to teach you in return for all these beautiful things?" asks Evelyn, at last.

"Many, many more things than I can teach you, cousin, dear," says Dave, taking her face 79