WAR
"Peace," says Jonathan, more quiet now. "It is decided."
"Signal to-night yet," says Jon, "the last signal, that Lucas Mallory has gone to join Stuart. To look for him there."
"Yes," says Evelyn, "and after the war is over, soon, soon, then I will not seem so bad. I shall confess—in his arms. Some things which are tragic now we shall be able to laugh at then. Then, we'll tell him and I'll take my chances with him—but not now. I'm too sick. I should die telling him, seeing his eyes flame."
We could hear her break down in sobbing. And, then, Jon:
"Kushy, kushy," he half sung, "you are not well enough for such terrible emotions. Kushy, kushy!"
Then there was pleading and promising about something I couldn't hear.
"Yes, yes, yes," says Jon, as if he were pronouncing his own death sentence, "that is better—my treason—than Dave's—and your
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