el yard and Jan wagged his tail politely to show that he recognized

ceive the very best care,"

Jan hastened to say, and he glanced at

Pixley's next words, "My little

ttle fellow stood looking up with bright, expectant

d not mind the discomfort, for it meant that he was not a puppy any longer. He twisted his head to see which of the older dogs was to go out with him, as he crossed the forbidden line with the mon

ed back at his mother, Bruno, Rollo, and the other dogs who were watching him. Usually they all barked joyously when a pup was to go out on his

en he wondered at the long, despairing howl f

or that would shut him from sight of the other dogs. His feet dragged now, and as

he steps, but none of the older dogs were waiting for him. As he looked up with questioning, brown eyes, Brother Antoine leaned down and fastened a stout rope to the new collar and handed the end of this rope to Mr. Pixley, who was muffled in his big, fur coat. A guide was with Mr. Pixley. As the

ad told him. He felt the rope tug his collar and knew that he must follow this stranger. He heard again a heart-rending howl from his mother, "Good-bye, Jan, good-bye!" Bru

tail, travelled down the path that his ancestors had trodden many years on their errands of mercy. He wondered why he had been sent out with a rope tied to his collar, why no older dog went with him, and why he mu

matter," he thought hopefully. "I'll a

Jan did not mind the long tramp which ended at a place where houses were scattered about. Here a carriage and horses were brought, and Jan would have been much interested in these

nd," Mr. Pixley said, smoo

e brown eyes that looked up were dull with misery. Jan k

ake me back?

ave the dog a quick pat. "You and Elizabeth wi

between his paws, and his eyes that stared at the

he only disturbing sounds were the soft thud of melting snow and the hissing of the avalanches down the mountain sides. These strange noises hurt his ears. The pain i

ttle lake at the Hospice, and that water did not move, for it was nearly always frozen over. Bewildered, Jan hung back, but the man to whom Mr. Pixley had handed the rope dragged the dog up a walk of boards to a strange-looking house on top of the water. Jan stumbled down the dark stairs, into a hot, smelly place where he was fastened

days and nights he was kept tied in the hold of the vessel. Homesick and lonesome, poor little Prince Jan

a little girl and boy. The children ran and put their arms about the dog's neck a

women, pulling the girl away. "He is

and his tail waved slowly, trying to make them know that he

the dog's big head. "I don't care whether he's dirty or clean,

ped Jan. "Maybe they would understand an

yes, but he did not know wh

seen a dog that cost over a thousand dollars and is being taken to

e dogs at the Hospice had talked about t

ked; but the women and children, as they turned away, th

ark, wondering how he could be like his father