BRUNO IN BELMONT 95 
The fame of my pet had gone abroad, and many 
xeople came to see him. By, this time I had made 
ny photographs into lantern-slides and had told 
he story on several occasions, illustrating it with 
he stereopticon. I was bothered by frequent re- 
{uests from newspapers and magazines that wanted 
he story for publication; and about this time a 
etter came from Mrs. Weldon, saying that a news- 
vaper man had been to see her. 
“He was crazy to get those pictures and have 
ne tell the story,” she wrote; “‘but I would n’t tell 
um a thing, and I would n’t let him see the pic- 
ures. He was real mad about it.” 
One day, when we were out of town, a reporter 
ippeared at my home. He told the housekeeper 
hat he wanted to photograph the bear, and though 
le was refused permission, he insisted that this 
ub was in a way public property and, as his paper 
iad ordered him to make a story, he would have 
o do as he had been told. So, in spite of all that 
‘ould be done, he had his own way; and next day 
here appeared in one of the Boston papers an 
ticle which contained many misstatements and 
vas illustrated by a picture that looked more like a 
it. Bernard dog than it did like a bear. 
It was but natural that my story of Bruno’s 
nique bringing-up should attract unusual atten- 
ion. No one had ever heard of a woman doing a 
