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And the doctor went. At three o'clock on July 16th, there met in the Doane library Mr. Carrington, Mr. Raydon the multi-millionaire and great friend of Drusilla's Mr. Thornton, Dr. Eaton, and half a dozen of the residents of Brookvale. "Gentlemen," Drusilla began when the men were seated, "I suppose you wonder why you are all here.
"The circulatin' family story-paper," laughed Drusilla, "Miss Lee." Mrs. Carrington frowned for a moment; then she laughed. "Oh, well, if Sarah knows it, it is no secret in Brookvale. But I am not going away, so her story will have to be revised. What else did she say, Miss Doane?" "Well I jest can't remember all she said but you said jest now you was happy.
Our client, the late Elias Doane, left the bulk of his money to the many charities in which he is interested, but he left you his home at Brookvale, near New York City, to be kept up fittingly out of the estate, and he gave you outright, to use as you may see fit, one million dollars." Drusilla stared at him.
"It might work, and again it might not." "Well, there ain't no harm tryin'. Fix up a good advertisement and put it in all the papers Dutch, Italian, French and Irish. The babies are all kinds." By the time they arrived at the big house in Brookvale Drusilla was very much interested in her new scheme. "No," she said firmly to Dr. Eaton when he intimated that he must leave; "you ain't goin' now.
In the next week eleven children were brought to the house in aristocratic Brookvale, and Drusilla was frightened at the inundation of young that she had brought upon herself. They were of all kinds and all descriptions. There were John and Hans and Gretchen, and Frieda and Mina and Guiseppi, Rachel, Polvana, Francois; even a little Greek was among the collection.
There was a meeting the other day of the people of Brookvale, and they decided to appoint a committee to wait upon you and express their disapproval of your actions, and request you to change your plans in some way." Drusilla looked over her glasses. "You don't tell me!" she ejaculated. "When be they comin'?" "Mr.
Carrington. "I remember I used to coax you for a ride in your wagon when I was a little girl." The man smiled. "Yes, I've given all the children in Brookvale a ride some time or other." "Now that we know who you are," said Drusilla, "jest tell me what the trouble is." "It's this way, Miss Doane.
I have directed that all the expenses of the place at Brookvale shall be met from a trust that I have created, as you are far too old to be worried with the details of the new life which you now will enter. Thornton is a nosy man and it will delight his soul to boss your servants and see that cheating tradesmen are kept in check.
Some one had told the newspapers about the baby left on her doorstep, and that she had refused to send it to the police, and one morning great headlines stared her in the face: DRUSILLA DOANE A TRUE PHILANTHROPIST. Again she saw her picture and the picture of the house in Brookvale, and read: I'll send no baby to a home.
Eaton and his charge left the court-room. The wondering girl was placed in the motor and whirled swiftly toward Brookvale. Drusilla was quiet for a time. Then: "Dr. Eaton," she said, "I believe we've found our nurses. Here's our first one. Why can't we find the other mothers?" "I am afraid that would be rather difficult." "Difficulties are made to get around.
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