Charlotte messenger. [volume] (Charlotte, Mecklenburg Co., N.C.) 1882-18??, 1882-09-09
THE TWO MISS AMBERLEYS.

Within the vine-clad window two
charming girls, in the simple attire that
fashion prescribes for travelling. With
out, long, well-knit, masculine figure
lies in the grass, face invisible, being
covered by the owners hat. To him
there saunters another gentleman, dark,
stylish, wide-awake.
"Hullo, Kingstonl Wake up; got
something to tell you;" and he unkindly
draws away the sheltering hat, disclosing
handsome, angry face.
'Confound you'll What makes you
poster fellow so in this warm weather."
says the victim, sitting up disconso-
lately.
"Did 1 spoil your nap? Have a cigar,
instead. wanted to tell you of the
new arrival, Aggie Amberley, the great
heiress, with her cousin and companion.
There's a chance for you to get rich
wife, my boyl''
Don't want one. Hang this cigar!
it don't drawl A poor man like myself
can't afford to marry rich wife"
II should say that he couldn't afford
TO marry anything eIse," laughed the
other; 'aud Aggie Amberley is beauty
as we'll as an heiress. You don't often
meet such prizel"
''You had better make up to her
YOURSELF" said Kingston, dryly.
perhaps shall, and leave you the
cousin, who is also beauty in another
style. Hanged if I'll tell you which is
which, thought And you'll never know
from the manners of our hosts towards
them. There are no worshippers Of the
golden calf in this house."
"Humphl" said Kingston, and smoked
few minutes in silence; then he broke
out: "The man that marries women
for her money is the meanest creature
that crawls on the earthl You have
money enough of your own, Preston,
for your motives to be above SUSPICION;
but as for me-by Jove! 1 would not
marry rich woman if l loved her ever
so we'll. l have no fancy for the name
of fortune. hunter"
bravo, Don Quixote" laughed his
friend. "Now suppose we go 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 name is not Aggie Am
berleyr
A few days later Mrs. Courtney 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, fiat on his back in the grass,
working certain problem which had
been troubling him for some days:
Which was Aggie Amberley? That tall,
stylish blonde in lilac silk, with proud
lilies on her bosom, or this graceful,
dark-eyed fairy in futtering white
muslin?
"The fair haired one for money! She
looks more like a fashionable beauty,
as Jim Preston said the heiress was.
Not that charming little gypsy. Provi-
dence would never bestow q fortune
upon girl with such bewitching face.
II would be too much partiality. But
she doesn't look much like q poor re-
lative, either. I'd give good deal to
hear one of those young ladies call the
other by her Christian name"
Said the fair Miss Amberley,-"Aggie,
have you needlefui of violet silk?'
Said the dark Miss Amberley, mo.
Aggie; but / can get you some up
stairs :"
Harry fairly gasped. Later be learn.
ed that the blonde was called Agnes
and the brunette Agatha.
Then he began 10 notice that Miss