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A HEART OF GOLD By George Elmer Cobb. (Copyright by W. G. Chapman,) "Doni: trifle with me, Vera I am desperately in earnest!" pleaded young Doctor Irwin. "I'm not, Rolfe," asserted the bright-eyed, vivacious girl who Stood Following Him With Her Eyes. leaned upon the garden gate that separated them. "I think too much of you to tell you a false hood, and I am too young oh, far too young, mamma says to think of telling you the truth," and the flashing eyes looked clear and loyal, if they were mischievous. The wholesome looking young fellow who had just asked her to become his wife, looked puzzled, then hopeful, and then he had a smile. ''I know you are the dearest, sweetest little midget of cheerful ness in the world," he declared enthusiastically, "and I am sure a good friend of mine." "Never doubt that, Rolfe," said Vera. "But when you come to talk about becoming engaged why, think of a romping cut-up, as everybody calls me, trying to pose as the dignified wife of Dr. Rolfe Irwin. It would shock everybody. Besides, dear," and her voice was as tender as it was honest, "with your career just commenced, I would be a drag on you. Not that I wouldn't share a crust of hard bread with the man I loved, but I am very proud of you, and I don't want to hinder you from making your mark in the world." Doctor Irwin bestowed a fond look upon the little child-woman who was the dearest being in the universe to him. He bade her good-bye, not at all gloomily, and started for his office. Vera stood following him with her eyes, a de mure and thoughtful look on her usually smiling face. "Poor boy," she said, and then she added: "I love him! I love him!" and her face vieing with the red, red roses along the gar den path, she ran down it, burst ing into a happy song. Vera had called herself "a cut up." The young men of the town designated her as "a darling,"