new home; what she intended doing with her million dollars; if she
had any relatives to whom she would leave her money? Was she
interested in charities? Did she believe in promiscuous giving, or
would she help personally the objects of her charity?

Poor Drusilla heard the flood of questions in amazement, and
answered them quite frankly; and the keen young newspaper man read
much between the answers that showed the loneliness of her life, her
bewilderment in her new surroundings, and he congratulated himself
that he would have an article for his Sunday paper that not only
would be filled with facts but also would have "heart interest."

When he rose to go he asked her if she had a photograph of herself.

She laughed.

"No, I ain't never had my pictur' took since I was a young girl and
had it on a tintype."

Nothing daunted, the young man asked for it; but she had to tell him
that she had lost it years ago; and then he asked if he might take
her photograph as she sat there in her high-backed chair. Drusilla
was a little awed by this very confident young man, so she sat still
while he took her photograph, and then when he was ready to depart,
she hesitatingly said:

"Young man, you have asked me a lot of questions. May I ask you one?"

He laughed.