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“Did he tell you why the woman had done such 
a thing?” I inquired. 
“Oh, for the sake of notoriety I suppose,” she 
replied. 
Here was my chance and I improved it. 
“Now,” I said, “I should like to tell you the 
truth about that story if you would care to hear it.” 
She was rather indifferent, but the other people 
were keen for it, and I gave them the real facts. I 
happened to have some of my photographs with 
me, and offered to get them if anyone wished to 
see them. The lady took no particular interest in 
them at first; but when they were passed around, 
and the other people began to express their sur- 
prise and pleasure, she condescended to take a look. 
Rather to my surprise, some time afterwards, 
this same person asked me if I would mind showing 
the pictures to her little girl! She then admitted 
that she had been wrong in her judgment about the 
story. — 
Weeks went by, and I heard nothing more from 
my forest friends. Evidently Bruno was behaving 
himself, for Mrs. Weldon had promised to let me 
know if he got too big and strong, and, either in 
play or intentionally, hurt his foster-sister, Ursula. 
On the approach of spring, as the days grew 
longer and lost their wintry chill, I began to ex- 
perience, as usual at that season of the year, a cer- 
