Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1911-02-03
4 Goat and
aValentine
Instead of a Nuisance, Billy Be-
comes & Prime Favorite
BY MARION C. ENRIGHT


Hn9 pet goat, for it had all but devas-
tated' her small domain during the
SUMMER Flower beds had been
trmpIed, shrubs uproo,cd, and, as fc"
the little kitchen garden near the
orchard, the succuIent 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 it and tried TO confne
Billy within q hastily constructed
fence. but that sagacious and resource
full 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 Tranklins loved him,
This crisp February morning Dru-
sila 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
mianonatte. while the batiled Billy
peered through the palings.
Little BESSIE Franklin ran through
her own yard waving an envelope
franucaIly. "Oh, mother" Drusiua
CDR
me a valcntiney'
So this was st. Valentines day.
Drusila'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 a 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 you?" he had whispered in an
agony Of embarrassment. for Gregory
was the shiest man in the world.
And Drusina had guessed that he
was to confess his love in a valentine,
and she was radiant with happiness,
for she would joyfuIly believe any
H., ,;-.I,+ tn bnr in tho
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 an
explanation. and after awhile he went
away to another village and found
work there and Little River saw him
only occasionally and Drusilla not at
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 a loan to
tide over a financial difficulty. Dru-
silla Fowler was not a 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 own
ward 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 off and
lodged his threatening horns; women
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 postotice.
1t 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 help
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 postofIlce 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 a place of safety behind tall
broad shouldered fgure-Gregory Ware.
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