A GOLDEN HEART
By Walter Joseph Delaney
(Copyright, 1916, W. G. Chapman.)
"It must be doneP spoke Gregory
"I am sorry to be the medium of
your message, Mr. Thearle," spoke
William Ashe. "I am your attorney.
You can command me, but speaking
in a strictly professional sense, you
are taking the wrong course in this
"I differ with you and I have made
an unalterable decision," replied
"Very well, Mr. Thearle, I will do
the best I can," said the lawyer.
The attorney went home thought
ful and a trifle disturbed. His old
time client had set him a hard task,
for he was a sensitive and sympa
thetic man at heart. He unbosomed
to his wife.
"A disagreeable mission," he told
her. "It seems that Mr. Thearle has
learned that his son Rodney is in
love with a young lady at Dayton a
Miss Evelyn Boice. He knows noth
ing about her, but assumes that she
has in view the fact that young Rod
ney is a rich man's son. Not only
that, but Mr. Thearle is in sore trou
ble concerning his business. I have
begged him to tell Rodney, who is a
fine fellow, as you know, all about it,
but his father hopes to escape the
threatened embarrassment in his
business and refuses. Looking at the
dark side of affairs further, he says
it would be a terrible thing for Rod
ney to marry to find himself penni
less." "And what are you to do, dear?"
submitted Mrs. Ashe.
"Brutally speaking, I am to tell the
young lady that the Thearle family
objects to the match. If, as Mr.
Thearle puts it, she is indeed a for
tune hunter, I am to show her cer
tain documents proving that Mr.
Thearle may be a beggar in a
Mr. Ashe reached Dayton the next
morning. He had the address of
Miss Evelyn Boice. He found that
she was a boarder in a very respecta
ble family, had come from another
city some months previous and was
taking a course at an art school.
Refinement, even luxury, were in
evidence in tie handsome drawing
room where he sat awaiting the
fiancee of his client's son. Ashe de
cided she could not be very poor to
afford so expensive a home, nor an
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'I Differ With You
adventuress if she was seeking edu
cation in a line where the practical
worker makes a good living.
He had sent up his card by the
servant. In a few minutes Miss Boice
came into, the apartment The law
yer directed one searching, analyti
cal look atthat charming face and
wished he was home, anywhere but
in the presence of such ingenuous
nes, innocence and beauty.
"We are strangers," he observed,
arising with all the courtesy and re
spectfulness he could command. "J
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