The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1911-02-03
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By MARION c. ENRIGHT
Copyright by American Press Asso-
alton. 1911.

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( Copyright by American Press Asso-
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Drusilla Fowler detested the Frank
Inns pet goat. for 1t had all but devas-
tated her small domain during the
summer. Flower beds had been
trampled. shrubs uprsoted. and. MS for
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-
tite of Billy the goat.
OF course the Franklins were very
sorry about 1t and tried to confine
Billy within hastily constructed
fence. but that sagacious and resource
full animal had viewed the structure
Of wood and wire with contemptu-
GUS eye before he utterly demolished
It and resumed his invasion Of Drusil-
las garden. Drusiila 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. Drusilln 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 pnlings.
Little Bessie Franklin ran through
her own yard waving an envelope
frantically. "Oh. mother" Drusilla
heard her shout, somebody has sent
me a yalentine!'
So this was st. Valentines day
Drusilia's red lips pressed into a thin
red line as she remembered that there
was one other thing in the world she
detested as heartily NJ she did the goat
Billy. and that was st. Valentines
day. The hot color flew to her cheeks
as she recalled events which had hap
pened ten years before and which had
thereafter made that anniversary a de-
testable day.
She had not been engaged to Greg
DRY Ware, but on the 13th Of February
Gregory had said to her that there
was something to be settled between
them. You'll know tomorrow. Dru-
sills, and you'll believe what you get.
went 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,
for she would joyfuily 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 II said and
30 put him OF while her heart was
beating wildly.
Then the next day had come. and
Their. was no valentine. and the next
and the next. and II had never come.
Drusilla had grown very stiff and hurt,
and Gregory had never come to ask an
explanation. and after awhile he went
away to another village and found
work there. md Little River saw him
only occasionally and Drusilla not al
all
SO Drusila always avoided going to
the postof1ice on Valentines day that
she might evade even the appearance
of being interested In the anniversary
of the good saint. But today-nnd she
frowned rs she recollccted it-there
was matter OF sending a money or
der TO the city that must be attend
ed to. for nm impecunious cousin
had written and asked for a loan to
tide over financial diniculty. Dru
silla Fowler was not shirker where
duty presented Itself. and so she swal-
lowed her rcpugnsnce and buttoned
herself into n 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 own
yard into the street The Franklins
goat WAS hunrrily browsing on the
privet hcdr~ that surrounded his mas
ter's yard. and "A he turned his little
evil eye on Drusilla she inyoluntarily
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 clonk and darted down the
street, the angry goat leaping after
her with Increasingly swift gait.
Men dashed to head him OF and
lodged HIS threatening horns: women
screamed and took to the opposite
side Of the street; childrca scattered
like chat until there only remained
on the long street the flying red cloak
ed form OF Drusila Fowler and the
plunglng gray coated Billy after her.
The first building into which she
might safely turn was the poetoffice
II stood at the corner OF the main
street and the road that ran to the
river. The doors were usually wide
open even in this wintry weather. and
there would be friendly hands to helr
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 postoffice. Drusilla dash
ed across the street up the wide stone
steps and reached the top as the fren,
xied goat clattercd his hoofs on the
bottom one. Drusilla was conscious
that big familiar hands. warm and
friendly. grasped her own and drew
her 10 place Of safety behind tall
broad shouldered figure Gregory Ware