His Second Wife. Ernest Poole

or support. The remembrance of the terror in Amy's eyes at the thought of death rose vividly in Ethel's mind, and she got up and walked the floor.

      "We'll fight this down—we'll fight this down," she kept repeating determinedly. And as soon as she was quiet again: "What is there for me to do? Why Joe, of course—and heaven knows he'll be enough. He's the hardest kind, he doesn't cry, he keeps it all inside of him." She drew a deep breath. "How about this room?" She frowned and looked around her. "No, I don't think he wants anything changed. For the present at least, I'll leave it alone. But he ought not to be reminded of her by every little thing he sees."

      She looked into the closets. In Joe's she found some of Amy's things.

       She put them back in her sister's closet and then gently closed the

       door. As she stood there a moment longer, she had a curious feeling of

       Amy's presence by her side.