Bruno

o's career. He fell into bad ways. We a

rd nothing of him since he had been let out. Julius would open the door expecting to find him lying on the porch. Disappointed in this, he would whistle, call, whistle again, but there would be no answer. At last we would give him up and go to be

tears." Then we tried chaining him for the night. This kept him at home for nearly a week, until he finally succeeded in pulling out the staple that held the chain. In the morning Bruno, chain, and all had vanished; for it was summer-time and we had chained him outside, under an open shed. The hours crept on towards afternoon,

iting, the mil

" he asked, as he

the milkman and were first to greet

ff in the night dragging his chain, an

just like yours chained to the sidew

he direction whence the

that sooner or later all dogs go mad, and that it is as much as one's life is worth to come

e in case Bruno did arrive hungry, thirsty, and footsore. Ther

courteous. He would bow politely and pick up a loaded shel

ed to the sidewalk" could be ours. He shortly returned, leading by the extreme end of his cha

hey approached. Uncle regarded Bruno out of the tail of his eye, as if he were some infernal machine, liable at any moment to do things u

here, struggling and yelping, part of the night and all day! All who had happ

At last temptation again overcame him, and at bedtime one night he was missing. When

aid Julius; "he has

ubled at this discove

ng something. Our little promenades are but an aggravation to a

o at least six mi

gan seriously to consider th

indefinitely on Bruno's points, especially certain extra toes on his various legs. He said a dog with such toes was built for a "lightning-express" runner, and that it was o

ake the dog-transfer would be for Julius to take him to Mr. Nimrod's the last day before we

onted to his new home, where he could live the life for which he was created. So, on the last evening in the old home, Julius took up

y I

can go," an

ate, and began rushing back and forth along in front of the lot, giving short barks of delight. Julius called him back, and he came rather

." When Julius returned an hour later, he told me he had slipped away while Mr. and Mrs. Nimrod were pett

ry or thirsty, and that I never disciplined him as Julius sometimes did,-still he showed in many ways

elt a tugging at the heart-strings for the absent Bruno. I said nothing about it, though; and Julius afterwards confessed that

could stand it no longer; he must have som

sk any questions,

u feed that

answered Julius, in surprise; "

s. We've tried everything we could

ied mush,-all sorts of crisp and crackly things; and bo

st and mush. We'll try him on those. I

he emotions I had been struggling to conceal since Bruno's departure now held sway. Julius was deeply moved too. We could only comfort each other by re

e wrong for us to indulge our feelings to his ultimate hurt. We dwelt especially on the fact that if

elves into a reason