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Julius, in surprise ; " whatever there was on the 

 table." 



" Well, he won't eat anything for us. We 've 

 tried everything we could think of. What does 

 he like best?" 



" Well," said Julius, " he likes biscuit and 

 toast and fried mush, all sorts of crisp and 

 crackly things ; and bones, little ones that he 

 can bite, - - and meats of course." 



" We 've tried everything except the toast 

 and mush. We '11 try him on those. I '11 go 

 right home now and see about it." 



When Julius came home and repeated this 

 conversation to me, it produced what may 

 without exaggeration be called a state of mind. 

 I was half wild. All the 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 recalling 

 all the trouble we had had with Bruno, from 

 the anxious night of his first " tear," to that last 

 morning when he had returned wounded and 

 bloody. 



We assured each other that he would soon 

 consent to be happy in such a good home, and 

 that it would be wrong for us to indulge our 

 feelings to his ultimate hurt. We dwelt espe- 



