The sun., 1897-11-21
THEY ARE TOO BEAUTIFUL.
New York Uncle Objects to His Nieces
Landing.

New YORK. Nov. 2O.-At the Barge
Office, in the crowd of immigrants whom
diverse reasons detain thers, are Ella
and Agnes Fpnsdorff, SO beautiful that
they may not be permitted to stay in
America.
They arrived in the steerage of the
German steamer Palatia, alone, and
recommending themselves to their
mothers brother. who lives here. He
is a man of business, man of means, a
practical man. They had seen him once,
in the little apartment OF their parents,
on the Wilhelmina strasse, in Hamburg.
\ The officers OF the Landing Bureau
sent for him. He came, he saw them,
and Helen, of Sparta, appearing at the
Skaic gates, terrible as an army in battle
array, could not have impressed him
more drcGdfnlly.
Ella is nineteen years of age and learn
ed, but she is so charming to see that in
admiring her one does not think OF max
| ing her talk So 1.-THE that she seems
tall, plump, with delicious complexion;
she has large, arch and naive blue eyes.
Her chin is round; her mouth is not un-
| like a little rosebud, and her black hair,
in spite Of the fashion, is we'll dressed.
Agnes, fifteen years OF oge, is an olive
paIlor Her eyes are chestnut colored
ana reflect as many celestial ideas as if
they were blue. Her hair is black, and
crinped on her forhead in two bands
that do not cover her small ears
Ella and Agnes had no trouble i'll
learning the sciences and the various
languages, the study of which exacts
from others so much effort. They are
always apt at divining everything, at
penetrating everything by vivid intui-
ton, but they had no idea of the impress
sion which they were to make upon their
uncle, for they have no idea of evil.
Why These Beauties Came.
They had seen nothing of the uglness
of life, and all wounds had been spared
to them, but their mother died five
months ago. Then their father fell i'll,
and he had to 60 to a hospital their
meagre savings vanished, and, after pay
ing their fare to New York, here are the
two girls in anguish, like shades OF
Greek mortals unable to pay Charon's
toll
Their unble is 5. p de Yongh, an i'm
porter of rich stuffs, whose warehouse is
at No. Is Greene street. He is forty. He
lives on West End avenue, in little
mansion which an GrcEitcct might trans
form oasily into a fortress, with turrets,
bitches, parapets and a portcullis. But
he said to the officers at the Barge Of
flee:
Il wish YOU to make Il record in pre-
else terms of my objections to receiving
my niccrs. They are too beautiful. |
do not wish,o be responsible for them.
How fate could have designed two god
dcsscs likcthc to come to come to New
York at the end Of the nineteenth cen
tury is ncomprehcnsibIc.
Il sent money to them when they
were in Hamburg shall continue to do
50 if they return at once. My. wife and
live alone we have no children. | am
only too willing to do my utmost in order
that they should not be deprived Of the
necessities, but beautiful as they are, !
cannot assume the personal charge Of
thcm.'
Mr.. de Yongh spoke last night in the
fear that if they knew that his nieces
were here all the nations on carh-thc
Arabs, the Turks, the Russians, the Chin
ese, the Tartars-would come to strangle
him, to make minccmcat OF him, in order
to capture such treasures.
at is reasonable fear" he was told,
but all contemporary nations have lost
the sentiment of beauty. If they had
not lost it, how could they recognize
perfect creatures under the hypocrtical
lies of the modern costume? Artists
have said it u thousand times under
the gowns invented by modern tailors
the Venus of Milo would be horrible
And your nieccs are not well dressed
You might dress them even more fash
ionably.
"Yrs, know,' Mr.. de Yough replied,
"bu1 still my anxiety would not be re-
icycd. Scul lptorS might slip into the
drawin" rooms where | might take my
nirccs Soul ptorS know the rythm of
lines; artists know beauty. ! know tina
these wise men prefer to drink beer and
smoke pi Pc. in studios rather than to ap-
pnar in fashionable society, but they
would hear oi my nricrS, somehow, and
all would hr lost. &c. ! want them to
roturm to Hamburg and lr, their father
bc responsible for thcn.'
1t the Barge Office, near the windows
through which they looked at the bay,
Ella and Agnes FlrnSdorii snid I'VE do
not love our uncle a. we loved him when
We were in Hamburg. We would not
bow to linn il we saw him. We have
written to our other unclrs, Max and