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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
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
''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
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,"