The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1882-11-11
The Two Miss AmbGrleVS.

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 grGss, fnce invisible. being
covered by the owners hat. TO him
there saunters another gentleman, dark,
stylish, wide-awake.
"Hullo, Kingston Wake up; got
something to tell youj" and be unkindly
draws away the shelteriDg hat, disclosing
a handsome, angry face.
"Confound yeu What makes You
poster fellow SO in this warm weather.
says tue victim, sitting mp disconsolate.
ly.
"Did 1 spoil your nap? Have cigar
instead. wanted to tell you of the new
arrival, Aggie Amberley, the great heir.
ess, with her cousin and companion
There's chance for you to get q ricI
wife my boy!"
Don't want ono. Hang this eigat! il
don't draw! A poor man like myself can
afford to mafrY rich wife,"
II should say that he couldn't afford
to. marry anything else," laughed the
other; ''and Aegie Amberley is beauty
as well as an heiress. You don't oitsl
meet such q prizeI'
You had better make up to her your
self, said Kingston, dryly.
"Perhaps shall, and leave you the
cousin, who is also q beauty in another
style. Hanged if I'll tell you which i,
which, though! Aud you'll never know
from the manners of our hosts towards
then. TAsre are no worshippers of the
golden calf in this house"
"Humph" said Kington, and smoked
few moments in silepce; then he broke
out, 1.-The man that marries a woman
for her money is the meanest creature
that crawls on the earth! You have mon,
ey enough of your own, Preston, for your
motives to be above suspicion; but as fol
me-by Jove! l would not marry a rich
woman if loved her ever 30 much.
have no fancy for the name of fortune
hunter"
"Bravo, Don Quixoter' laughed hi'
friend. "Now suppose we go and take q
swim. You need some cooling Off"
They strolled away, unconscious of tb,
fair eyes watching them.
Then said one young lady TO the 9th
er,-
IF that fellow does not marry ricl
woman, my name is not Aggie Amber
lyl"
A few days later Mrs. Courtney anG
her guests ", re grouped on tue lawn
the ladies' with some dainty needle work
Mr.. Preston reading aloud to them. Har
ry Kingston in his favorite positi IN, fl J.,
on his back on the grass. working c,r
tain problem which had been troublinl
him for some days: Winch WAS Aggi,
Ambsrley? Tint tall. stylish blonde il
lilac silk, with proud lilies on her bos.
ON, or this graceful, dArk-syed fairy il
anttering white muslin?
THE fair haired one for money! Sh.
looks more like q fashionable beauty.
AS jim Preston said the heiress was.
Not that charming little gypsy, Provi.
dsnee would never bestow n fortune M.
on girl with such bewitching free.
It would he too much partiality. But
she doesn't look much like a poor relA.
tive, either. I'd give a good deal to hear
one of those young ladies call the other
by her Christian name"
Said the fair Miss Ambtrley. "Aggie
have you needleful of violet silk?"
Said the dark Miss Amber.ey. NO,
Aggie;but can get you some mp stairs. -
Harry fairly gasped. Later be learned
that the blonde was called Agnes aud
the brunette Agatha.
Then lie began to notice that Miss
Agatha dressed more simply than her
cousin. and that Sis was ever ready to
offer small services, which the other 40.
oeptsd calmly. And one day the young
lady expressed it as her opinion that
riches must be great burden, although,
to be sure, Cousin Aggie had such a
mind for hnancesl But for her part, she
hoped no one would leave her fortune.
This was said in n confidential way,
With her great eyes looking earnestly in
TO his.
And what eyes the httIs thing has,