MILLIONAIRE. There was the picture of the Doane home for old ladies;
there were pictures of the home at Brookvale taken from many angles,
pictures of the garden, the conservatories; and in the middle of the
page there was Drusilla herself, sitting in the high-backed chair.
The article was well written, filled with "heart interest." It told
of her early struggles, her years of work, and her later life in the
charity home. Evidently the young man had visited the village where
she had lived and talked with all who knew her; and Mrs. Smith's hand
could plainly be seen in the account of the life of the inmates of
the institution over which she had charge. Even poor old Barbara had
been called upon to tell about Drusilla, the many little acts of
kindness which she had done for the poor and lonely. As Drusilla read
it she laughed and said, "Well, I guess Barbara had her teeth in that
day." The article ended with the account of the million dollar
bequest, and suggested that quite likely the charities of New York
would benefit by the newest acquisition to the ranks of its
millionaires, as Miss Doane was alone in the world, and had no one on
whom to lavish her enormous income or to leave the money when she was
called to the other world.

Drusilla did not know it, but this last addition of the facile
reporter's pen set many heads of institutions to thinking, and caused
many a person to wonder how they could gain the affections or the
pity of this old lady, and separate her from at least a part of her
new-found inheritance.

Drusilla passed many hours among the flowers in the conservatories,
where she won the heart of the gardener by the keen interest she took
in his work. He would walk around with her and tell her the names of
the plants strange to her, pointing out their beauties and their