Penny Dreadfuls, 1889 · page 107 of 216
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THE AMERICAN MARQUIS. Yo pee the coming and going color in her cheeks, and in the soft, warm grasp of her little hand. And Clinton? He lived in the happiness of his bride. He watched the love-light in her eyes, and fed his heart on the precious words of affection that fell from her lips. - He sought eagerly every opportunity to gratify her least whim. He told her that before they were married he had exhausted the language of love, so that no words were left to tell of the greater love that possessed him. And Alphonse? Ah, there was no doubt of his happiness. After the wedding journey, Clinton had taken him quietly aside. ‘‘ Alphonse, you know I am rich.” | ‘*You have proved it to me.” Alphonse smiled pleasantly. He was thinking ef the money he had borrowed of his foolish brother-in-law. ‘‘ Well, we are brothers now, and there ought to be no false delicacy between us. You know I am willing to give you as much as you ask for. Still, it must be annoying to you to have to come to me every time you want a trifle. Alphonse wondered if he called the thousands he had > borrowed trifles. He waited to hear more. ‘The conversa- tion pleased him. ‘‘] have figured up my income and how much I shall need, and I find I have a surplus. «Tt is not much, but if you will accept it, you are wel- come. It is six thousand a year.” Even Alphonse was astonished at such generosity, and he made an exclamation to show it. “Oh, it is nothing,” said Clinton, deprecatingly. ‘I would sladly make it more, only I have fixed my expenses at a good figure and it only leaves this much.” “Ah,” sighed Alphonse, ‘‘it is only a millionaire who can talk of such sums as trifles.” ‘The worst of it is”—Clinton looked troubled—‘‘I am — afraid it is not enough for you.” “Oh, D’Iberri! If I can’t get along with that and my own little income together, it would be odd.” «Then it wil be quite enough?” ** Plenty,” Gomicbooks!:co