Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1914-01-30

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1t was very hot and very dusty
and both Rocco and Bruno were
tired and thirsty and hungry, too.
They had had a good breakfast, but
that was early In the morning, and
now it was past noontime, and not
a house in sight.
Bruno walked slowly, a little
ahead of his master, thinking of the
days when he was a happy little
cub, free. to run through the woods
with never a cruel rope to hold him
back, or a muzzle to irritate his
mouth.
HE did not have the muzzle on,
but the very thought of 1t made him
cross. Bruno thought It very I'M
fair to be made to wear the ugly
thing In town, because his master
knew well that he never thought of
biting people But Rocco had to in
sist.
They'll Iocka me up. If l DON'T"
he explained to his pet, patting his
head, but Bruno always refused to
be consoled, and was wretched until
they left the town, and the hateful
muzzle was removed.
Father Dear paused a moment,
and Davie said, 81 don't blame
Bruno. I wouldn't want an old
muzzle tied over my mouth. Look
how Laddie hates his. Why, he'd
most rather die than have 1t on. He
just rolls in the dirt and tries to
paw 1t off. doesn't he, Dorothy"
yes" said Dorothy, "but you
must listen to father, and not start
a story about Laddie.''
Davie sat up straight, I'm not
starting a story about Laddie. Can't
l say he hates a muzzle? Is that
starting a story?"
Am 1 to have the floor or not?"
asked father Dear, and Davie and
Dorothy again settled themelvess to
hear about Bruno and Rocco
well, as | said before" father
Dear took up his story, Bruno
walked slowly along, thinking about
his muzzle. and about what a hot,
disagreeable. hungry, thirsty world
it was. He was a very blue bear,
indeed, and
you said he was brown a while
ago." Davie interrupted.
Father Dear frowned a little.
Must l stop in the middle of my
story to tell you that brown was the
color of his coat, but blue was the
way he felt? Must / explain that
to feel blue is to feel sad, and dis
couraged? Must I?'
mo, SIR said Davie, meekly.
You just go on and tell about the
bear. I don't care what color he
was"
Dorothy giggled
what are you laughing at, Miss
Impudence," demanded father Dear
"Cause you explained what blue
meant right, while you asked if
Davie wanted you to- said that
sharp little girl, land Davie never
knew it."
Father Dear smiled. 81 knew you'd
catch it," he said with satisfaction.
And now, if you want to hear the
rest of this story, please let me tell
it in peace. OF course. if you don't
want to hear it TIL
"Oh, we do, We dol" came in
prompt chorus from the children.
And once more they settled them
selves to listen.
Bruno was a very blue bear, In
deed, but he was no more downcast
than his master. who was usually
so jolly. His master was thinking
of his beloved Italy, where his
mother lived and all of his people,
1t was his dream to save enough
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there some day to live always.
but sometimes it seemed to him
as If that day would never come.
The towns were so far apart, and
often the collections were small.
And in some villages they would not
let him appear at all, because the
authorities were afraid that Bruno,
nice, good, gentle Bruno, would
harm somebody.
"And days like this, when he was
hot and weary, it seemed as If the
time would never come at all.
$50 doleful1y he went along, list
lessly holding Bruno's rope. The
road stretched out before him like
a dusty ribbon. In the distance was
a Hill which he dreaded to climb.
He wondered in a tired way what
he would see when he reached the
top of the hill and could look down
on the other side.
"At last he sat down under tree,
after tieing Brunos rope to the
trunk so that ha could lie down,
too.
rocco stretched himself out on
the grass, threw his arms over his
head and sighed.
"Ah, Bruno, dis harda world.
No peaca for da wlckeda,"
And Bruno grunted in a way that
showed that he agreed.