Drusilla with a Million
Drusilla waited several days for the return of the money that she had loaned her
visitor from Adams, and when it did not come she was prevailed upon to write to
the son of her old friend, Dr. Friedman, asking him regarding the man. The doctor
answered that there was no man by the name of John Gleason in Adams; that
the Spring Valley Stock Farm was owned by a man named Gleason who had no
brother; and that this particular man had never lived in the small village, where
every one was known. Drusilla was thoroughly aroused. It was her first
experience with a confidence man. It hurt her pride, as she had said; but it hurt
her worse to know that people did such things.
"It jest destroys my belief in human natur', and I'll never trust no one again," she
said to John.
It was only about a week after the receipt of the letter from the doctor, when she
was still smarting from her wounded feelings, that she was told a clergyman
wanted to see her personally. She found a quiet little man, dressed in black.
"Miss Doane," he said with a smile, "I am the Presbyterian clergyman from
Adams, your old home, and as I was in town I thought I would come to see you."
Suspicion jumped into Drusilla's old eyes.
"Won't you set down?" she said, rather coldly for her.
The stranger sat down.
"Did you take the place of old Dr. Smith?" Drusilla asked.
"Yes; he's had another call, to a higher land"--motioning upward-- "and I have his
The man chatted very intelligently regarding the people in Adams, and Drusilla
began to thaw. She forgot her other visitor in her enjoyment of hearing the names
of the people in her old church.
"Miss Doane," the clergyman said finally, "we are in a little trouble in our church,
and I thought that you might help us."
Drusilla stiffened at once.
"What can I do?" she asked.
"We are trying to start a little fund to take care of some poor children of our
parish, and as it is very hard to raise money in our little village, I thought you
might be willing to head our subscription. I thought it better to come and see you
personally instead of writing you."
Drusilla looked at him a moment and then rose.
"Will you excuse me a minute?" she said politely, and left the room.
She went directly to the butler.
"James, telephone for the police. There's another man in there from Adams and I
want him arrested."
She left the astonished James to carry out her orders, and returned to the room.
"You say you have some children in Adams without homes?"
"Not exactly without homes, but they are dependent upon the town for support.
An Irish family moved in and the father died and the mother is ill, and we want
part of the fund to help the family until the mother is able to support her little