Produced by Charles Aldarondo, Charles Franks and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team [Illustration Caption: Martha told him that he had always been her ideal and that she worshipped him.] HER WEIGHT IN GOLD By GEORGE BARR McCUTCHEON NEW YORK 1914 Nearly all of the stories presented in this volume appeared separately in various magazines. The author desires to acknowledge his thanks to the publications for courtesies extended by their editors: The National Magazine, Short Stories, the Saturday Evening Post, The Reader, The Woman's World, Good Housekeeping and The Illustrated Sunday Magazine. CONTENTS HER WEIGHT IN GOLD THE MAID AND THE BLADE MR. HAMSHAW'S LOVE AFFAIR THE GREEN RUBY THE GLOAMING GHOSTS WHEN GIRL MEETS GIRL QUIDDLERS THREE THE LATE MR. TAYLOR THE TEN DOLLAR BILL HER WEIGHT IN GOLD "Well the question is: how much does she weigh?" asked Eddie Ten Eyck with satirical good humour. His somewhat flippant inquiry followed the heated remark of General Horatio Gamble, who, in desperation, had declared that his step-daughter, Martha, was worth her weight in gold. The General was quite a figure in the town of Essex. He was the president of the Town and Country Club and, besides owning a splendid stud, was also the possessor of a genuine Gainsborough, picked up at the shop of an obscure dealer in antiques in New York City for a ridiculously low price (two hundred dollars, it has been said), and which, according to a rumour started by himself, was worth a hundred thousand if it was worth a dollar, although he contrived to keep the secret from the ears of the county tax collector. He had married late in life, after accumulating a fortune that no woman could despise, and of late years had taken to frequenting the Club with a far greater assiduity than is customary in most presidents. Young Mr. Ten Eyck's sarcasm was inspired by a mind's-eye picture of Miss Martha Gamble. To quote Jo Grigsby, she was "so plain that all comparison began and ended with her." Without desiring to appear ungallant, I may say that there were many homely young women in Essex; but each of them had the delicate satisfaction of knowing that Martha was incomparably her superior in that respect. "I am not jesting, sir," said the General with asperity. "Martha may not be as good-looking as--er--some girls that I've seen, but she is a jewel, just the same. The man who gets her for a wife will be a blamed sight luckier than the fellows who marry the brainless little fools we see trotting around like butterflies." (It was the first time that Eddie had heard of trotting butterflies.) "She's a fine girl," was his conciliatory remark. "She is pure gold," said the General with conviction. "Pure gold, sir." "A nugget," agreed Eddie expansively. "A hundred and eighty pound nugget, General. Why don't you send her to a refinery?"