THE RED CROSS OF GENEVA A week after the runaway the handsomest collar that could be bought in town was fastened around Hero's neck.

It had taken a long time to get it, for Mr.Sherman went to many shops before he found material that he considered good enough for the rescuer of his little daughter.

Then the jeweller had to keep it several days while he engraved an inscription on the gold name-plate--an inscription that all who read might know what happened on a certain July day in the old Swiss town of Geneva.

On the under side of the collar was a stout link like the one on his old one, to which the flask could be fastened when he was harnessed for service, and on the upper side, finely wrought in enamel, was a red cross on a white square.
"Papa Jack!" exclaimed Lloyd, examining it with interest, "that is the same design that is on his blanket and shouldah-bags.

Why, it's just like the Swiss flag!" she cried, looking out at the banner floating from the pier.