At first Jem never suspected this. Of course Bruno would be a bit homesick and lonesome for a time, but that would soon wear off.
Jem found it did not. Bruno was the most obedient little dog in the world; he did exactly what he was told and even Susan admitted that a better-behaved animal couldn't be found. But there was no life in him. When Jem took him out Bruno's eyes would gleam alertly at first, his tail would wag and he would start off cockily. But after a little while the glow would leave his eyes and he would trot meekly beside Jem with drooping crest. Kindness was showered upon him by all ... the juciest and meatiest of bones were at his disposal ... not the slightest objection was made to his sleeping at the foot of Jem's bed every night. But Bruno remained remote ... inaccessible ... a stranger.
Sometimes in the night Jem woke and reached down to pat the sturdy little body; but there was never any answering lick of tongue or thump of tail. Bruno permitted caresses but he would not respond to them.
Jem set his teeth. There was a good bit of determination in James Matthew Blythe and he was not going to be beaten by a dog ... HIS dog whom he had bought fairly and squarely with money hardly saved from his allowance. Bruno would just HAVE to get over being homesick for Roddy ... HAVE to give up looking at you with the pathetic eyes of a lost creature ... HAVE to learn to love him.
Jem had to stand up for Bruno, for the other boys in school, suspecting how he loved the dog, were always trying to "pick on” him.
"Your dog has fleas ... Great Big fleas," taunted Perry Reese.
Jem had to trounce him before Perry would take it back and say Bruno hadn't a single flea ... not one.
"MY pup takes fits once a week," boasted Rob Russell. "I'll bet your old pup never had a fit in his life. If I had a dog like that I'd run him through the meat-grinder.”
"We HAD a dog like that once," said Mike Drew, "but we drowned him.”
"My dog's an AWFUL dog," said Sam Warren proudly. "He kills the chickens and chews up all the clothes on wash-day. Bet your old dog hasn't spunk enough for that.”
Jem sorrowfully admitted to himself, if not to Sam, that Bruno hadn't. He almost wished he had. And it stung when Watty Flagg shouted, "Your dog's a GOOD dog ... he never barks on Sunday,” because Bruno didn't bark any day.
But with it all he was such a dear, adorable little dog.
"Bruno, WHY won't you love me?" almost sobbed Jem. "There's nothing I wouldn't do for you ... we could have SUCH fun together." But he would not admit defeat to anyone.
Jem hurried home one evening from a mussel-bake at the Harbour Mouth because he knew a storm was coming. The sea moaned so.
Things had a sinister, lonely look. There was a long rip and tear of thunder as Jem dashed into Ingleside.
"Where's Bruno?" he shouted.
It was the first time he had gone anywhere without Bruno. He had thought the long walk to the Harbour Mouth would be too much for a little dog. Jem would not admit to himself that such a long walk with a dog whose heart was not in it would be a little too much for him as well.
It developed that nobody knew where Bruno was. He had not been seen since Jem left after supper. Jem hunted everywhere but he was not to be found. The rain was coming down in floods, the world was drowned in lightning. Was Bruno out in that black night ... LOST? Bruno was afraid of thunderstorms. The only times he had ever seemed to come near Jem in spirit was when he crept close to him while the sky was riven asunder.
Jem worried so that when the storm was spent Gilbert said:
"I ought to go up to the Head anyway to see how Roy Westcott is getting on. You can come, too, Jem, and we'll drive round by the old Crawford place on our way home. I've an idea Bruno has gone back there.”
"Six miles? He'd never!" said Jem.
But he had. When they got to the old, deserted, lightless Crawford house a shivering bedraggled little creature was huddled forlornly on the wet doorstep, looking at them with tired, unsatisfied eyes.
He made no objection when Jem gathered him up in his arms and carried him out to the buggy through the knee-high, tangled grass.
Jem was happy. How the moon was rushing through the sky as the clouds tore past her! How delicious were the smells of the rain- wet woods as they drove along! What a world it was!
"I guess Bruno will be contented at Ingleside after this, Dad.”
"Perhaps," was all Dad said. He hated to throw cold water but he suspected that a little dog's heart, losing its last home, was finally broken.
Bruno had never eaten very much but after that night he ate less and less. Came a day when he would not eat at all. The vet was sent for but could find nothing wrong.
"I knew one dog in my experience who died of grief and I think this is another," he told the doctor aside.
He left a "tonic" which Bruno took obediently and then lay down again, his head on his paws, staring into vacancy. Jem stood looking at him for a long while, his hands in his pockets; then he went into the library to have a talk with Dad.
Gilbert went to town the next day, made some inquiries, and brought Roddy Crawford out to Ingleside. When Roddy came up the verandah steps Bruno, hearing his footfall from the living-room, lifted his head and cocked his ears. The next moment his emaciated little body hurled itself across the rug towards the pale, brown-eyed lad.
"Mrs. Dr. dear," Susan said in an awed tone that night, "the dog was CRYING ... he WAS. The tears actually rolled down his nose.
I do not blame you if you do not believe it. Never would I have believed it if I had not seen it with my own eyes.”
Roddy held Bruno against his heart and looked half defiantly, half pleadingly at Jem.
"You bought him, I know ... but he belongs to me. Jake told me a lie. Aunt Vinnie says she wouldn't mind a dog a bit, but I thought I mustn't ask for him back. Here's your dollar ... I never spent a cent of it ... I couldn't.”
For just a moment Jem hesitated. Then he saw Bruno's eyes. "What a little pig I am!" he thought in disgust with himself. He took the dollar.
Roddy suddenly smiled. The smile changed his sulky face completely but all he could say was a gruff, "Thanks.”
Roddy slept with Jem that night, a replete Bruno stretched between them. But before he went to bed Roddy knelt to say his prayers and Bruno squatted on his haunches beside him, laying his forepaws on the bed. If ever a dog prayed Bruno prayed then ... a prayer of thanksgiving and renewed joy in life.
When Roddy brought him food Bruno ate it eagerly, keeping an eye on Roddy all the time. He pranced friskily after Jem and Roddy when they went down to the Glen. "Such a perked-up dog you never saw,” declared Susan.
But the next evening, after Roddy and Bruno had gone back, Jem sat on the side-door steps in the owl light for a long time. He refused to go digging for pirate hoards in Rainbow Valley with Walter ... Jem felt no longer splendidly bold and buccaneering.
He wouldn't even look at the Shrimp who was humped in the mint, lashing his tail like a fierce mountain lion crouching to spring.
What business had cats to go on being happy at Ingleside when dogs broke their hearts!
He was even grumpy with Rilla when she brought him her blue velvet elephant. Velvet elephants when Bruno had gone! Nan got as short shrift when she came and suggested they should say what they thought of God in a whisper.