Prince Jan, St. Bernard

which they had driven. Jan heard them call this place Topango Pass. The house stood alone with overhanging

ly around the little home, while over the porch climbed yellow roses th

as the automobile stopped in front of the porch

ing halfway up the path, "we've got to

them. He wished he could help by telling his name and about the Hospice, but all he could do was to sit

big and black, j

nnet children did not know anything about Bruno and the Hospice, so they s

of the house. Charlotte had a tin bucket in her hand and Jan wondered if they were going to pick

hair, a white beard like a very old man's, two horns curved back over its head and its feet had

l was full of milk. Back to the house trotted the children, and Jan, very much puzzled, kept beside them. In the kitche

nbonnet children said smiling. "Won't we have a fine breakfast t

the white animal must have been a cow, yet it was not like the cow at the Pixleys'

alls of the rooms were hung with beautiful pictures, among them many fat little babies with sunbonnets hiding their fa

girls, Ruth and Charlotte, sometimes sat on the ground and made him lie still while they worked away with pencils and pieces of paper and told him they were making his picture to put in a book. It did not quite

. Then the rusty black fur on his entire body became its natural tawny red and grew rapidly. The Melvilles now realized that Jan had been stolen and oft

he Hospice, for the two artists had visited the place many years before Ruth or Charlotte had been born. When their mother finished telling them these

d and Mrs. Cream; two baby-goats, Peaches and Strawberry; a mother cat named Chicago, because she was smoke color, and her three kittens, Texas, California, and Pennsylva

because he missed Hippity-Hop. Whenever he tried to go near them, the four jumped to their feet, arched their bac

und it great fun to chase after the children while they ran away as though really afraid of him. Then it was "Little Red Riding Hood" with Jan for the wolf, but he did not eat any one, like the wolf did, for he knew he would have a nice piece of meat cooked over the wood fir

places. The fields were dotted with little mounds of yellow hay drying in the sun, and one evening Mrs. Melville told the child

th must be a lost traveller and wander around among these mountains of snow until she is too tired to go an

ooking at her, but his head turned frequently toward the place he had last seen littl

e and Bruin will go with you to search for

rcles while Mrs. Melville fastened a canteen of water t

closely by Charlotte, Jan led the way from one hay mound to another, poking his nose deeply into each. Charlotte kep

bered the lessons Brother Antoine had given him and Rollo, and the canteen that bumped against his breast felt like the little wooden casket he had carried on the tr

otte in greatest excitement, just as though

with his nose, and licked her face. She could not keep still any longer, because she wanted to sneeze and that would spoil the whole game. So she opened her eyes, put up her hand and unfastened the canteen from Jan's collar and swallowed such a big gul

and as they sat around the outdoor fireplace waiting the meal, they all declared that Bruin had acte

heir feet. Ruth and Charlotte were deeply interested in the pictures of a new magazine for children, and Mr

d sat looking at Prince Jan, then he picked

the parents always read aloud anythi

EF WORRIES O

omobile belonging to Paul E. Wallace of Los Angeles, has made a confession implicating

undmaster, intending to sell the animal in Canada. Shorty became attached to the dog, Prince

ured, and his recovery was not expected. His one anxiety seems to be that Prince Jan, being muzzled, might have die

, with long fur, but he had been

es are looking for him. He has a criminal record in the East

the dog sleeping peac

t doubt," sai

his name-Prince Jan-

rs as she went to her mother's side. "But, mother, if

o, were blurred and

re you were, and the people couldn't understand when you tried to tell them who you were and where we lived," the voice grew very tender and grave, "and then the people found out where you belonged and that we wer

lifted her face with a tear-wet smile, "Jan! P

ed slightly, as though in his dreams he was running to answer tha

an!" both chil

. Quivering with exci

peated Mr

ously switching tail. When he heard the name from Mrs. Melville, Jan ran to he

d down on him with squeezes and hugs, while the dog whined and twisted a

e captain, Jan?" Mrs. Melvill

d promptly, and they all

oundmaster, telling that Prince Jan was safe and w

hands, as the automobile drove away from the Land of Make-Believe, where Jan had been so kindly treated. But when he saw the ocean again and the road up the bluff and knew that he was near the b