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Show His Ruling Passion. The young man waited for the millionaire's mill-ionaire's reply. "I don't blame you for wanting to marry my daughter," said the latter. "And now how much do you suppose you and she can worry along on?" The youth brightened up. "I I think," he cheerfully stammered, stam-mered, "that $200,000 well invested, would produce a sufficient income." The millionaire turned back to his papers. "Very well," he said, "I will give you $100,000, providing you raise a similar amount." And the young man went away sorrowing. |