A DOG HOSPITAL. 



Ojste day last winter a druggist heard something scratching at 

 the door of his shop. Then there was a soft whine. He opened 

 the door. A strange dog Umped in, holding up a bleeding paw. 

 How did the dog know that he could be cured in a drug-store ? 



The good apothecary 

 took care of the dog's foot, 

 and it soon got well. After 

 that the dog came every 

 morning to the shop, and 

 wagged his tail thankfully. 

 He was never in such haste 

 as to forget this duty. 



A few weeks later, when 

 he called at the shop, he 

 brought another dog. This 

 one also had a bitten paw, 

 and was crying with pain. 

 How the good doctor 

 laughed to see this new 

 cripple ! But he cured him, 

 too. Xow he is expecting 

 other dogs. 



All this took place in 



the great city of Paris. 



There is a hospital there 



and cats. 



Per- 



dogs 



for lost 

 They are kindly fed and cared for till they find good master 

 haps the dog with the lame paw had lived at this hosiaital. If he 

 had he might have learned to know a doctor by his scent. Per- 

 haps this was why he scratched at the apothecary's door. 



Xot long ago a grand ball was given in Paris to aid the dog 

 and cat asylum. Was that not a strange party? Well, really kind 

 people care for even dogs and cats. 



