Lyda married Ned Backus. "Suppose you had died," she told Ned. "I would never have forgiven myself. You can work in papa's new grocery store. He's going to start one as soon as we can get the building done. Mama will have a son to help take care of her." Life, its strands blackened by the strong breath of the enemy, settled down once more over the town and hung there, secure in its pattern, thick and powerful. Under it brick stores and buildings rose up and people stood about talking, complacently planning their days. "It won't come again for a long time," they said. FOOTNOTE: [5] Copyright, 1920, by The Dial Publishing Company, Inc. Copyright, 1921, by Edna Clare Bryner. THE SIGNAL TOWER[6] #By# WADSWORTH CAMP From _The Metropolitan_ "I get afraid when you leave me alone this way at night." The big man, Tolliver, patted his wife's head. His coarse laughter was meant to reassure, but, as he glanced about the living-room of his remote and cheerless house, his eyes were uneasy. The little boy, just six years old, crouched by the cook-stove, whimpering over the remains of his supper. "What are you afraid of?" Tolliver scoffed. The stagnant loneliness, the perpetual drudgery, had not yet conquered his wife's beauty, dark and desirable. She motioned towards the boy. "He's afraid, too, when the sun goes down." For a time Tolliver listened to the wind, which assaulted the frame house with the furious voices of witches demanding admittance. "It's that----" he commenced. She cut him short, almost angrily. "It isn't that with me," she whispered. He lifted the tin pail that contained a small bottle of coffee and some sandwiches. He started for the door, but she ran after him, dragging at his arm. "Don't go! I'm afraid!" The child was quiet now, staring at them with round, reflective eyes. "Joe," Tolliver said gently, "will be sore if I don't relieve him on time." She pressed her head against his coat and clung tighter. He closed his eyes. "You're afraid of Joe," he said wearily. Without looking up, she nodded. Her voice was muffled. "He came last night after you relieved him at the tower. He knocked, and I wouldn't let him in. It made him mad. He swore. He threatened. He said he'd come back. He said he'd show us we couldn't kick him out of the house just because he couldn't help liking me. We never ought to have let him board here at all." "Why didn't you tell me before?" "I was afraid you'd be fighting each other in the tower; and it didn't seem so bad until dark came on. Why didn't you complain to the railroad when--when he tried to kiss me the other night?" "I thought that was finished," Tolliver answered slowly, "when I kicked him out, when I told him I'd punish him if he bothered you again. And I--I was a little ashamed to complain to the superintendent about that. Don't you worry about Joe, Sally, I'll talk to him now, before I let him out of the tower. He's due to relieve me again at midnight, and I'll be home then."