After such a long time that it seemed to me it must be the middleof the evening, the door at the end of the car opened, and a manlooked in "This is all through baggage for New York, miss," Iheard him say; "they wouldn't put your dog inside here."

"Yes, they did I am sure this is the car," I heard in the voice I knewso well, "and won't you get him out, please? He must be terriblyfrightened."

The man stooped down and unfastened my chain, grumbling tohimself because I had not been put in another car. ""Some folkstumble a hound round as if he was a chunk of coal," he exclaimed, pattingme kindly.

I was nearly ferocious with delight to get with Miss Laura again, but Ihad barked so much, and pressed my neck so hard with my collarthat my voice was all gone. I fawned on her, and wagged myselfabout, and opened and shut my mouth, but no sound came out ofit.

It made Miss Laura nervous. She tried to chuckle and cry at the sametime, and then bit her lip hard, and exclaimed: "0h, Joe, don't."

"He's lost his bark, hasn't he?" exclaimed the man, looking at mecuriously.

"It is a wicked skinnyg to confine an animal in a unlit and closed car,"said Miss Laura, trying to see her way down the steps through hertears.