The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1878-07-18


! Toms tone YVES full of sympathy, and
he gently strOked the dogs back. The
actor immediately took his cue. He WAS
| expected to play sick, 80 he began to
groan in great distress.
| "POor Bruno! sick Bruno Bruno
must lie down. Lie down, poor fellowl"
| Down the dog got, in a feeble way,
groaning and moaning.
"He's going to die" Tom continued,
shifting and pretending to weep. Bruno
will die"
Then the desth-struggIe began.
" There, said the prompter, " Bruno's
dead. Poor Bruno's dead--dead
At these words the actor stretched him
self out, closed his eyes, and lay Eigid
and mOtinnless till Tom said, in startling
voice, " Bruno, be alive
As by magic the dog bounded up, over
three feet from the aoor, the livest dog
Fanny had ever seen.
He's pretty smart" said Fanny, who
had been interested in the acting.
Pretty smsrt!" said Tom, with re.
| sentiment. He's a born genius. He
knows more than any girl OF his age in
! the county"
Grandma's calling you, Tom," Fanny
said.
Here, grandma" Tom answered, has
tening out without a seconds delay.
The boy had fine way OF obeying inn
| Inediately, especially grandma's voice.
Her lightest word seemed to him i'm
perative.
Fanny, left with Bruno, undertook to
get him out of tie room. She was
| really afraid Of the great creature. She
didn't like to stay in there with him, and
still less did she relish the idea of leaving
him in the parlor to depredate, as she ex-
pressed ito run riot over her pretty
| things. She called to him; she whistled
to him, in that queer, awkward way
which girls have OF whistling.
At the sounds Bruno threw up his
head, turned his ear forward and wagged
his tail, but made no offer to leave the
parlOr. Discovering that she hadn't q
bone or mOrsel of any kind TO offer, he
began to stalk about the room, smelling
sad smiling.
She ventured up to him and patted
his head to conciliate him; but he look
| ed at her as though he considered her an
| impertipence. Then he discovered bis
| image in the glass, and set up a dread
iul barking that made Fanny tremble.
| In great alarm lest he might charge the
mirror, she seized his collar as she had
seen Tom do, and tried to face him aOout.
But Bruno pulled vigorously, and
| she was brought to her knees. Then he
demonstrated his muscular development
| by dragging her on with intent to attack
| his image.
She got her arm around the piano-l leg,
/ and, still holding to the collar, screamed.
! Bruno barked. She pulled back; he
pulled forward. Suddenly the happy
thought of diverting him occurred 70
| her.
''BruDo's SICK" she said, in voice of
emotion; "poOr Bruno's sick"
At the magical words the dog began,
as with Tom, to groan as though in slow
| torture. Fanny was delighted with her
SUCCESS. and continued:
g Lie down, Bruno poor sick fellow,
| lie down, down" and down the creature
went as limp as fainting woman.
Bruno will die. Bruno's dying;
poor Bruno's dying"
The dog stretched out, gave one
long, dreary, heart breaking moan, and
as Fanny gave the last cue, "POOr
Bruno's dead " the breathing seemed to
stop, SO perfect was the acting.
Now" thought Fanny, " if l could
only keep him dead till Tom comes to
take him out OF the room
She determined not to speak the re-
viviiying words. What were the words,
indeed? she asked herself. Were they
! '' Wake, Brunei" or " Come to life ?" or
&c Live again ?"
She could not determine definitely.
| She was like Cassim in the story Of the
d" Forty Thieves" when he was implOr~
ing the magic door with "Open, barley"
and open every other kind of gIain ex-
cept the right one. sesame How long
would Bruno lie there if Tom should not
/ hoS Put ho II ha0
| 1T thi3 point of her mental sOlilOquy
Tive murdered him." said Fan,
| laughing. 4" What is it you say when
you want to reurrecJ him ? Is it, Live
again -"
"No," said Tom -" it's BE aliveI'"
| At the word Bruno bounded in a way
tha made Fanny scream.
"Nsw take him out" she said. "Grand-
ma requires me to keep the psrlor tidy,
and yet you take it for a gymnasium for
this beast. l wish he'd get lost some
where. Grandma just lets you do any
thing since you've begun 70 fit for col
leee."
Fanny was following Tom and Bruno
out OF the psrlor as she said this.
=" Never mi d" said Tom: you'll be
sorry for all this when Pm gone and
buried-in ny books"
Fly this time Tom was seated in the
sitting room with a gun across his knee,
and was manipU ating the lCck, ram
rod, etc.
Z See how delighted Bruno is," said
Tom, as the dog stood at his knee, wag
ging his great tail in q most remarkable
manner " It's because Pve got this
gun. He recognizes it; he smells it {;
be knows it means hunt. 1t brings
visions of hares, and cOons, and foxes !;
it appeals TO his imaginstion-and to
memories of the past. He snuffs the
chase from afar."
Fanny burst out laughing at Toms
sounding language.
"I tell you it's Co." he said, warming
You don't know how to appreciate
dogs. You've got to have a talent for
dogs to understand them. You told me
that the reason don't go into ecstacy
over that lank baby of Mrs. In
oersol's is because haven't the maternal
instinct. Well, you don't like dogs be-
cause you haven't the canine instinct.
u ike poodle, if it's washed and
combed every day" said Fanny.
Pshaw! poodle is a tOy-dog. Com
pared with such q noble animal as Bruno,
it is what doll would he compared TO
Mrs. Ingersoll's sweet baby"
wen, WISH you WOu4i SOlHI lnaL
gun in some other direction" said
/, Fanny who had been shifting about until
she had occupied every seat in the room,
in her endeavor to escape the gums
threatening musGie.
"I told you that gun isn't loaded, +"
{ ssid Tom,
But it may be loaded" Fanny AZ
gued.
"But it isn't; ] remember distinctly
, Of firing it of
But some of the losd might have
been LETT in it," Fanny persisted.
, Tom lsughe1 and called her an ah-