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SAILOR JACK'S REFORMATION.
had entered her mind. She hummed softly as she thought of the joyous secret that she was going to tell her husband after the evening meal, and she was arranging the supper table with unusual care, when her reflections were interrupted by a knock at the door. She opened it, and Lieutenant Landers, paler, with care-worn lines about his eyes and a sternness she had never noticed in his face before, entered the room.
"Lieutenant !" exclaimed Agnes in surprise as she greeted the unexpected guest. "I've been longing to hear how everything is going up at the barracks. Jack will soon be home, so I'll just put another plate on the table and you shall stay for supper with us. It seems an age since I left the Army."' Then, suddenly noting his changed appearance, she added, "But you don't look well, Lieutenant. Have you been ill ?"
"My work has fallen a little harder since you left," he replied. "It was only today that I was able to get away from the Cove long enough to run
down to look after some of our backsliders here in the village, and I couldn't think of going back without bringing you all the messages I was entrusted with when I left the barracks this morning. We miss you ver\ much up there, little Captain," he concluded, sadly.
A far-off look came into the brown eyes, and her hands clasped and unclasped, nervously.
"I miss the work, too," she sighed.
The young officer looked at her intently. He had loved her so dearly. He could endure his sorrow in silence if only she were happy. Seizing the little hands in his, he looked steadily into the deep, brown eyes, as if to read her very soul.
"Little Captain, forgive me, but I must know," he exclaimed, impulsively. "Tell me, is Jack keeping steady? Is he good to you — does he make you happy ?"
Then the eyes he loved looked up into his with perfect trust, the sweet
rWHAT'S GOING ON HERE, ANYWAY?" HE SHOUTED.