Martinsburg independent. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1875-1900, 1888-06-16

SuTTOuuueu.
Already DR.. Preston was hecon-
ing exceeding restless; unpleasant
reflections and vain regrets did not
agree with his happy temperament,
and he cast a mute, imploring look
at Mrs. Kingsley as if entreating her
to relieve his embarrassment
Mrs. Kingsley, with womanly tact,
well aware that such an emotion must
inevitably follow her brothers first
visit after his irreparable loss, agree
ING with Goldsmith that premature
consolation is but the remembrancer
of SORROW did not attempt to adj
minister any, but endeavored instead
to divert his thoughts in new chan
nell
After few minutes silence, dur
ing which her brother had ample
time to recover his wonted compo-
sure, she inquired
"Did / tell you, Bother, that Mar
euerite has a young lady visiting
her ?"
"Has she?' said Mr.. Hamilton
"who is she, Marguerite Y
"Oh, such a sprghtly girl, uncle,
from Raleigh, North Carolina, Agnes
Rawlings; / know you will like her
ever so much"
.From Raleigh, did you say 7"
asked Mr. Hamilton. II used to
know, intimately, young Rawlings
from that city; indeed, we were'
classmates at college, most estima-
BILE gentleman who afterwards won
distinction at the bar. i wonder if
she is any relation"
"I think her father was a lawyer"
rejoined Marguerite "but he has
been dead for several years."
Indeed then | hope you are mis-
taken, and it is not my old friend
but l must inquire into the matter
SO you think l will like your friend?"
continued he, "of what style of beau
ty is she? l like blondes, you know,
on the order of my little niece, only
not quite so diminutive in STATURE
he added, teasingly.
"Oh, she is very much on my style;
in fact, we resemble each other so
closely that at school the girls al
ways called us the counterparts.' "
"Well. if that is the case, | am
prepared to admire her very much,
for she must be very pretty" cast
ing an admlring glance at Margue-
rite "but where is the little fairy ?"
CHAPTER III.
"Speak of an angel and hear the
rustic of its wings" softly whispered
Marguerite, as, almost simultaneous
ly, the door opened, and the expect
ant vision of loneliness appeared up
on the scene.
Bewitchingly attired in dark
blue velvet, her most becoming cos
tune, Agnes was fairly equipped
for conquest. Flashing diamonds
instead of detracting, by contrast,
from the brilliancy of her complex
ion, seemed to lend an additional
lustre, while an ornamental pin nest
ling here and there in her golden
hair served to render it's beauty more
conspicuous. Her manner, as she
advanced to be presented to Mr..
Hamilton, was so queenly, her smile
so captivatingly winning, his admi.
ration was boundless, and he men
tally concluded it would not require
any great effort TO learn to like her
even more than "ever so much
Agnes, apparently very innocent
ly, appropriated Marguerite's chair,
which was near DR.. Preston's, po-
litely declining Mr.. Hamilton's invi-
tation to take pity on him sitting all
alone on the sofa, by pleading the
fires proximity; much heat. she
averred, always affected her head un-
pleasantly.
ave were just speaking of you
when you entered, Agnes" observed
Marguerite, resuming the thread of
the discourse which her friends adj
vent had broken.
Yes, Miss Rawlings" said Mr..
Hamilton, ''my niece informs me that
you are from. Raleigh, and / have
been wondering if it can be possible
that you are a daughter of an old
and valued friend of mine. Was
your father Judge John Rawlings "
The effect of these few words was
magical. "You were acquainted with
my papa |" exclaimed she, delight
eddy the fact speaking volumes in
his behalf, and proving an immediate
passport to her favor. Becoming at
| once exceedinnlv ora cinns and affa-