Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1904-01-23
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!, DRUSILLA'S !
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!, By TEMPLE BAILEY !
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4 Copyright, 1908, by I. C. Mcclure :
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Copmt9ht, 1903, by I. c. Mcclure

held full sway until winter. when Dru
silla took the box into the house and
raised a few pale violets.
Every morning Drusilla picked off the
withered blossoms, and in the evening
she watered her plants, for Drusilla
was busy all day, polishing and filing
the nails of the patrons of the manicure
establishment in which she worked.
When a typewriter was first placed
at the window of the big office oppO-
site the fifth floor of the tenement in
which Drusilla lived and a dark young
man seated himself in front of it the
young girl watched the installation
over the heads of her purple pansies.
But when the young man looked
across and smiled Drusilla stepped over
her threshold and shut the door with
slam.
.Impertinencer' she calculated in the
dimness of her room, but her lips smiled
man had given her.
But the blossoms cried out for water,
and presently Drusilla's fair head,
adorned with perky black velvet bow,
bent over the pansies. The hands or
the young man remained suspended
over the keys. Then he rose and walked
to the window, but Drusilla picked off
some dried leaves and brought out an
infinitesimal watering pot. She made
a cool picture il her white shirt waist.
A little Whit of damp earth blew
across. cooling the heated atmosphere.
The evening hour grew to be an i'm
portant one to Drusilla, for she arrived
home at 6, and the dark young man did
not leave until z. She sat up late
nights to finish a certain blue lawn
that had a train that trailed over the
iron steps of the fire escape, to the fur
ther undoing of the infatuated young
man over the way. She hummed little
tunes that caused the complete cessa-
ton of the "clickety-c lick-click' of the
machine opposite.
But still she kept her eyes to herself,
for Drusilla had a full sense of her dig
nifty as workingwoman. There were
certain conventions that could not be
dispensed with in her circle, and one
of these was the formal Introduction.
"He's DEAR" she confided TO Maize
Dunn as the two girls arranged their
little trays and got out their shining in
struments and the pink powder and
creams. But I'm not going to let him
think I'm easy
With which rather inelegant sum-
ming up of the case Drusilla showed
that she was true conqueror of men.
So for many weeks Juliet on her
balcony remained cold, while Romeo
at the typewriter sighed in vain. He
threw small balls of paper in among
the pansies and Drusilla brushed
them calmly into a neat little dustpan.
but when the dark young man had
gone she picked them out carefully
and read the fervid messages:
"YOu are my pansy blossom
"There's only one girl in the world for
me-"
Only once, however, did she con-
descend to an exchange of civilities.
On certain damp morning the young
man coughed. That night he coughed
again. Drusilla was worried. Finally
she retired into the obscure receSSes of
her room. When she reappeared SIZE had
a bottle in her hand. She set it on the
fire escape shelf. In huge letters on the
label was the admonitiOn:
"For Coughs Take Spears Specific"
Then before the young man could
nod enthusiastic response she whisked
back into her room, leaving him alone
with her suggested remedy.
The next morning a similar bottle
adorned the young mans desk, and he
took dose conspicuously, standing
close to the window while he measured
it into a spoon.
But the cough continued, and the next
day Drusilla wrote on slip of paper:
"Shut your window"
The young man clicked off some
thing rapidly on his machine and plant
ed his reply carefully on the ledge:
81 would rather die"
''Well, he is devoted" said Maize
Dunn, eff he won't shut a window be-
tween you But maybe if you talked
to him you might get him to be care
full of himself"
81 guess | am not responsible if he
is a fool," was Drusilla's sharp COM
ment as she soaked her finger tips in
warm water preparatory to giving
them tres trlent
But that day the sun came out, the
dry, soft air of the spring was like
balsam, and the cough stopped. So
stopped also the exchange of courtesies,
and the young man sighed for illness
or worse if it would only bring look
Of warmth to his lady's eyes
And worse came.
It happened one day at half past g..
Drusilla's shade was down, but the
dark young man knew that she was in
her room, for once her pink tipped fin
gers had adjusted the curtain and a
savory odor told of her supper cook
ing.
'.Clickety -click-click," went the type
writer, and then suddenly "Clang-