The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1883-03-29
The Miss Amberleys.

line inquire lies In the grass, race II
visible, being covered by the owner
hat. To him there saunters anotht
gentleman, dark, stylish, wide
, awake.
"Hallo, Kingstonl Wake up; &C
something to tell you;" and ne III
kindly draws away the shelterin
hat, disclosing a handsome, angr
face.
"Confound you! What make
you poster fellow so in this warn
weather. says the victim, sitting
up disconsolately.
did l spoil your nap? Have /:
cigar, instead. wanted to tell yol
of the new arrival, Aggie Amberley
the great heiress, with her cousin
and companion. There's a chanc,
for you to get q rich wife, my boy =
Don't want one. Hang this
cigar! it don't draw! A poor mar
like myself can't afford to marry 6
rich wife,"
Il should say that he couldn't
afford to marry anything else,''
laughed the other; "and Aggie
Amberley is beauty as well as an
heiress. You don't often meet such
prize"
"You had better make up to her
yourself" said Kingston, dryly.
Perhaps I shall, and leave you
the cousin, who is also beauty in
another style Hanged if I'll tell
} GU which is which, though! And
you'll never know from the manner
of our hosts toward them. There
are no worshipers of the golden calf
in this house."
"Humphr' said Kingston, and
smoked a few minutes in silence;
then he broke out: "The man that
marries woman for her money is
the meanest creature that crawls on
the earth! You have money enough
of your own, Preston, for your mo-
tives to be above suspicion; but as
for me--by Jove | 1 would not marry
a rich woman if loved her ever so
well. 1 have no fancy for the name
of fortunehunter."
"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
Amberleyr'
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 KING ton in
his favorite position. fat on his back
in the grass, working at a certain
problem which had been troubling
him TOR some days: Which was
Aggie Amherley? That tall, stylish
blonde in the lilac silk, with pond
lilies at her bosom, or this graceful,
dark-eyed fairy in Auttering white
mustn't
"The fair-haired one for money!
She looks more like fashionable
beauty, as Jim Preston said the
heiress was. Not that charming
little gypsy. Providence would
never hestow fortune upon a girl
with such a bewitching face. 1t
would be too much partiality. But
she doesn't look much like a poor
relative, either. I'd give good
deal to hear one of those young
ladies call the other by her christian
name" y
Said the fair Miss Amberley:
"Aggie, have you needlefll of vio-
let silkf'
Said the dark Miss Amberley;
No, -Aggle; but l can get you some
up stairs."
Harry fairly gasped. Later h
earned that the blonde WAS called
agnes and the brunette Agatha.
Then he began to notice that
" ISIS Agatha dressed more simply
han her cousin, and that he was
ever ready to OFFER small services,
which the other accepted calmly.
And one day the young lady ex
pressed 1t as her opinion that riches
must he a great burden, although.
TO be sure, Cousin Aggie had such
Il mind for financesl' Rutf'r her
part she hoped no one would leave
her fortune,
This was said in a confidential
way, with her great eyes looking
earnestly into his.
"And what eyes the little thing
has, they look fellows heart right
out of his BODY thought Kingston.
After that, Kingston considered
his first problem very happily solved.
Another had taken its place. How
much money was necessary for the
luxury of marriage?
Jim Preston was counting Miss
Agnes Amberley without attempt at
disguise. Perhaps his example was
little bit infectious. At all events,
Kingston and Miss Agatha were
thrown together very much, and
their confidential talks increased in
mum Der and interest. On the last
lay of Kingston's visit he took a
iarewell stroll with Agatha. They
stopped on a little rustic bridge
thrown over a hollow. They were
telling each other their first i'm
pressions. d,
$50 you thought my cousin looked
Is if she were born in the purple.
And pray what did you think OF
mer'
you'll be angryT"
"Oh, no, won't"
well, then, said to myself
what a dear little gypsy"
OF course Miss AInberley was not
angry. She had said she would not
be; but she struck her hand hard
against the rough woodwork.
Take care, you will hurt your
self. And now, may ! ask your
first opinion of mer"
II thought-that is, / said to
myself 'There is man l shall just
enjoy making O fool of. F" she an
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