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Bruce
Bruce
Albert Payson Terhune
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Bruce
Who are far wiser in their way and far better in every way, than I; and
yet who have not the wisdom to know it Who do not merely think I am
perfect, but who are calmly and permanently convinced of my perfection;-
-and this in spite of fifty disillusions a day Who are frantically happy at
ing and bitterly woebegone in my absence Who never bore me and
never are bored by me Who never talk about themselves and who always
listen with rapturous interest to anything I may say Who, having no
conventional standards, have no respectability; and who, having no
conventional consciences, have no sins Who teach me finer lessons in
loyalty, in patience, in true courtesy, in unselfishness, in divine forgiveness,
in pluck and in abiding good spirits than do all the books I have ever read
and all the other models I have studied Who have not deigned to waste
time and eyesight in reading a word of mine and who will not bother to
read this verbose tribute to themselves In short, to the most gloriously
satisfactory chums who ever appealed to human vanity and to human
desire panionship
TO OUR TEN SUNNYBANK COLLIES MY STORY IS
GRATEFULLY AND AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATED
BRUCE by Albert Payson Terhune
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Bruce
CHAPTER I.
ing Of Bruce
She was beautiful. And she had a heart and a soul--which were a curse.
For without such a heart and soul, she might have found the tough life-
battle less bitterly hard to fight.
But the world does queer things--damnable things--to hearts that are so
tenderly all-loving and to souls that are so trustfully and forgivingly
friendly as hers.
Her "pedigree name" was Rothsay Lass. She was a collie--daintily
fragile of build, sensitive of nostril, furrily tawny of coat. Her ancestry
was as flawless as any in Burke's Peerage.
If God had sent her into the world with a pair of tulip ears and with a
shade less width of brain-space she might have been cherished and
coddled as a potenti