The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1880-12-01
gsIsftsh Story.
The Two Miss AmberIeys.


two charming girls, in the severe.
ly ample attire that fashion pre-.
scribes for travelling. Without, a
i long, well-knit, masculine figure
lies perdu in the grass, face invisi-
bic, being covered by the owners
hat. To him there saunters another
gentleman, dark, stylish, wide
awake.
'Hello, Kingston Wake up.
Got something to tel! you And
he unkiudly draws away the shell
tering hat disclosing a handsome,
angry face.
'Confound you! What makes
yon poster a fellow so iu this warm
weather. says the victim, sitting
up disconsolately.
Did spoil your nap? Have a
cigar, instead. l wanted to tell
you ofthe new arrival, Aggie Am
berley, the great heiress, with her
cousin and companion. There's a
chance for you to get rich wife,
my boyr
Don't want one. Hang this
cigar, it don't draw! A poor man
like myself can't afford to marry
a rich wife
Il should say that be couldn't
afford to marry anything else,
laughed the other, and Aggie
mberley is beauty as we'll as
an heiress. You don't often meet
such a prize 7
you had better make up to her
YOURSELF said Kingston, dryly.
Perhaps | shall, and leave you
the cousin, who IS also a beauty
in another style. Hanged if III
tell you which is which, though
And you'll never find it out from
the manner Of our hosts toward
them. There are DO worshipers
Of the golden calf in this house.
'Humph ! said Kingston, and
smoked a few minutes in silence !;
then he broke out: 'the man that
marries a woman for her money
is the meanest creature that
crawls on this earth You have
money enough ofyour own, Pres
TOD, for your motives to be above
suspicion, but as for me-by Jove B.!
l would not marry rich woman
if I loved her ever so well! I've
no fancy for the name Of fortune
hunter
Bravo, Don Quixotep = laughed
his friend. Now, suppose we 60
and take a swim. You need some
cooling off,
They strolled away, unconscious
of fair eyes watching them.
Then said one young lady TO
the other:
If that fellow does not marry a
rich woman my names not Aggie
Amberley!
A few days later Mrs. Court
ney and her guests were grouped
on the lawn the ladies with some
dainty needle-work, Mr.. Preston
reading aloud to them; Harry
Kingston in his favorite position,
fat on bis back in the grass, work
ing at a certain problem which
had been troubling him for some
days-which was Aggie Amber
ley? That tall, stylish blonde in
lilac silk, with pond lilies on her
bosom, or this graceful, dark-bair'
ed fairy in futteriug white mus
lin?
The fair'baired one for money
She looks more like a fashionable
beauty, as Jim Preston said the
beiress was. Not that charming
little gypsy. Providence would
never bestow a fortune on a girl
with such q bewitching face. 1t
would be too much partiality
But she don't look much like q
poor relation either. Id give
good deal to hear one of those
young ladies call the 5ther by her
Christian name
Said the fair Miss Amberley
'Aggie, have you a needleful o.
violet silk 2
Said the dark Miss Amberley
No, Aggie; but can get yor
some from upstairs
Hairy fairly gasped.
Later be learned that the blonde
was called Agnes and the brunette
Agatha.
Then be began to notice tha'
Miss Agatha dressed more simply
than her cousin and that she was
always ready to offer small ser
vices which the other accepted
calmly. And one day the young
lady expressed it as her opinion
that riches must be a great bur
den, although, to be sure, Cousir
Ayoie had such a mind for fnan