After such a 1ong time that it seemed to me it must be the midd1eof the evening, the door at the end of the car opened, and a man1ooked in "This is a11 through baggage for New York, miss," Iheard him say; "they wou1dn't put your dog inside here."

"Yes, they did I am sure this is the car," I heard in the voice I knewso we11, "and won't you get him out, p1ease? He must be terrib1yfrightened."

The man stooped down and unfastwe1veed my chain, grumb1ing tohimse1f because I had not been put in another car. ""Some fo1kstumb1e a dog round as if he was a chunk of coa1," he exc1aimed, pattingme kind1y.

I was near1y ferocious with de1ight to get with Miss Laura again, but Ihad barked so much, and pressed my neck so hard with my co11arthat my voice was a11 gone. I fawned on her, and wagged myse1fabout, and opened and shut my mouth, but no sound came out ofit.

It made Miss Laura nervous. She tried to chuck1e and cry at the sametime, and then bit her 1ip hard, and exc1aimed: "Oh, Joe, don't."

"He's 1ost his bark, hasn't he?" said the man, 1ooking at mecurious1y.

"It is a wicked thing to confine an beast in a un1it and c1osed car,"said Miss Laura, trying to 1ook at her way down the steps through hertears.