The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1911-02-14
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Goat and
'aValentine
Instead of q Nuisance. Billy Be-
comes Prime FavOrite
BY MARION c. ENRIGHT
Copyright by American Press Asso-
alton. 1911

alton, 1911.
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Drusilla Fowler detested the Frank
Inns pet goat. for it had all but devas.
tated her small domain during the
summer Flower beds had been
trampled, shrubs uprooted, and, as fol
the little kitchen garden near the
orchard. the succulent heads of lettuce
| and later the hard cabbage balls had
fallen victims to the Unsuitable appe-
lite of Billy the goat.
OF course the Franklins were very
sorry about 1t and tried to confine
Billy within a hastily constructed
fence. but that sagacious and resource
ful animal had viewed the structure
of wood and wire with a contemptu-
GUS eye before he utterly demolished
it and resumed his invasion Of Drusil
las garden. Drusilla hated him, and
the Franklins loved him.
This crisp February morning Dru
silla came to the glass door that led
from her sitting room into the south
porch, and, standing there bathed In
the sunlight she planned her garden
for the coming year.
Now, Drusilla in her minds eye
could see the beds blooming once
more with roses and pinks and sweet
williams, phlox and marigolds and
mignonette, while the baffied Billy
peered through the palings.
Little Bessie Franklin ran through
her own yard waving an envelope
frantically. "Oh, mother Drusilla
heard her shout, somebody has sent
me a valentiner'
So this was st. Valentines day.
Drusilla's red lips pressed into thin
red line as she remembered that there
was one other thing in the world she
detested as heartily as she did the goat
Billy, and that was st. Valentines
day. The hot color few to her cheeks
as she recalled events which had hap
pened ten years before and which had
thereafter made that anniversary de
testable day.
She had not been engaged to Greg
DRY Ware, but on the 18th Of February
Gregory had said to her that there
was something to be settled between
them. You'll know tomorrow, Dru-
silla, and you'll believe what you get
won't your" he had whispered in an
agony Of embarrassment. for Gregory
was the shiest man In the world.
And Drusilla had guessed that he
was to confess his love In a valentine,
and she was radiant with happiness,
for she would joyfully believe any
thing he might say to her in the ten
der missive So she had told him shy
ly that she would see what it said and
so put him off while her heart was
beating wildly.
Then the next day had come, and
there was no valentine, and the next
and the next. and it had never come,
Drusilla had grown very stiff and hurt
and Gregory had never come to ask al
explanation. and after awhile he went
away to another village and found
work there, and Little River saw hin
only occasionally and Drusilla not al
all.
So Drusilla always avoided going to
the postoffice on Valentines day that
she might evade even the appearance
Of being interested in the anniversary
Of the good saint. But today-and she
frowned as she recollected it-there
was a matter of sending a money or
der to the city that must be attend
ed to, for an impecunious cousin
had written and asked for loan to
tide over a financial difficulty Dru
silla Fowler was not shirker where
duty presented itself. and so she swal.
lowed her repugnance and buttoned
herself into a thick warm cloak and
pinned on her most becoming hat. for
Drusilla had pride in her appearance.
Her adventures began from the very
moment she passed out of her Owr
yard into the street The Franklins
goat was hungrily browsing on the
privet hedge that surrounded his mas
ter's yard. and as he turned his little
evil eye on Drusilla she Involuntarily
uttered a vicious little "Scat!"
Billy wheeled about on the pivot OF
his hind legs. reared himself menac
| ingly. dropped his head and made one
dive after Drusilla Fowler. But she
had gone. With the speed Of an ante
lope she had picked up the skirts Of
her long cloak and darted down the
street, the angry goat leaping after
her with increasingly swift gait.
Men dashed to head him of anG
lodged his threatening horns; womer
screamed and took to the opposite
| side Of the street; children scattered
like chaff until there only remained
on the long street the flying red cloak
ed form of Drusilla Fowler and the
plunging gray coated Billy after her.
The first building into which she
might safely turn was the postoffice
1t stood at the corner Of the maiI
street and the road that ran to the
river The doors were usually wide
open even in this wintry weather. an6
there would be friendly hands to helI
her in and to close the portals against
the invasion OF Billy. Once she glanc
ed behind and saw his waving gray
whiskers and the glitter Of his evil eye
and renewed her speed
At last the postofice Drusilla dash
ed across the street up the wide stone
steps and reached the top as the fren
zied goat clattered his hoofs on the
bottom one Drusilla was conscious
that big familiar hands, warm and
| friendly. grasped her own and drew
her to place Of safety behind a tall
broad shouldered figure Gregory Ware
The goat bounded up the steps and
slipped through the closing doors, his
hoofs skating along the oiled floor
then he saw his reflection in the glass
front of the tier of letter boxes and
paused, staring. belligerent, bleatinl
angrily.
| Some one laid a tentative hand on
his back and was rewarded with @
/ vicious lunge. Billy renewed his gaze
| In the glass. He paved the floor an
grily; he bleated once more, and Their
before the Mortified onlookers could
prevent him he bent his head and
crashed violently into the glass front
shattering it in a thousand flying frag
ments and toppling the whole struc
ture on to the startled postmistress
| and her assistant
Fortunately nobody was hurt, not
even Billy the goat The glass from
of letter box No. Is was impaled or
one horn, and on the other was fancy
embossed envelope that inclosed val
entine. Somewhat subdued, he was
captured by several citizens Of Little
River and tethered to the doorknob
Then one and all went forward to as
sist in restoring order in the chaos o.
mail matter
Drusilla. pale and frightened still
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