. Bruno. l attempts to converse. The daintynoon meal had suddenly lost flavor after wehad exchanged a few sentences about Poor,hungry Bruno! Were we to eat, drink, and be merry, whileour faithful friend starved for love of us I After Julius had returned to the office, therewas such a tugging at my heart-strings that I —well, yes, I did, I cried! How I regretted thatI had never cultivated an intimacy with , so that I might have run in to call,and thus have an opportunity to comfort thepoor homesick fellow! Julius saw the tear-traces when he returnedtowards evening, and proposed a stro
. Bruno. l attempts to converse. The daintynoon meal had suddenly lost flavor after wehad exchanged a few sentences about Poor,hungry Bruno! Were we to eat, drink, and be merry, whileour faithful friend starved for love of us I After Julius had returned to the office, therewas such a tugging at my heart-strings that I —well, yes, I did, I cried! How I regretted thatI had never cultivated an intimacy with , so that I might have run in to call,and thus have an opportunity to comfort thepoor homesick fellow! Julius saw the tear-traces when he returnedtowards evening, and proposed a stroll downtown; thinking, I suppose, that if we sat athome we should be sure to talk of Bruno andbe melancholy. We walked through all the principal streetsof the town, meeting and greeting friends andacquaintances, stopping to glance at new goodsin several of the shops; bringing up at last inthe towns largest bookstore. We were just starting for home, when on thesidewalk there was a sudden flurry and dash,. I fell on my knees to hug him. — Page 25. BRUNO 25 and Bruno, stomach to earth, was crawling aboutus, uttering yelps and whines that voiced a joy-so great it could not be told from mortal agony. Regardless of the fact that we were on themost public thoroughfare of the town, I fell onmy knees to hug him, and could not keep backtears of mingled joy and pain. His poor thinsides! His gasps of rapture! Oh, Boonie,Boonie! The first excitement over, we looked aboutus for Mr. Nimrod. He was nowhere to beseen. Bruno had evidently escaped, and wasrunning away to look for us when he hadchanced to strike our trail and so had found us. We were glad he was alone. We both feltthat if he had been torn from us at that su-preme moment he would have died; he wasso faint with fasting and grief, and then theoverwhelming joy at finding those he hadthought to be forever lost to him! He squeezedhimself in between us, and kept step as we wenthomeward in the gathering twilight. As soon as we reached
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