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TITUi%nAY, JAN UARY 1, 913 1.444-1.4-4 444 substitute her name for that Of Seote1i • Annie, while Sarepta and &TWA wore quite as certain that he meant them individually. A.s for Estelle, elle was a aaeek, mouSelike little person] with, sweet gray eyee and a gentle Manner, and elle WAR much beloved by her three Miss Bean' Letter • smuts, turd she loved thew in rets ru. 44a. She never looked. at the middle aged • minister when be sang. blear cheeks '►; , , Question of Owner» „ always grew very pink,and she bout •' ship. O her blond head over the keys until 6.0 .•••„ =N Sarah chided her tor bashfuluees. K ; Then she lifted her head end was. By CL A NIAC I -- ; quite gay until Sarepta took her aside �'" 4. i and told her not to net "so shallow," ,.,.+,.;Ni.�l.•:40.,-iNiNx�`i"1•`i..i"i t ++x 4+- i VIVO months went by. anti the letter remained unopened on the mauntei- Tise three Aliases dean were eating piece. breakfast in their print dining roow : Q►le golden September day Sarah overlooking the flower garden. and Sarepta and Sophia climbed into Sarepta was enjoying cereal, coffee their surrey and drove over to Little and dry toast; Sophia was almost pur- River to call upon their brother, Ile" ring over a bowl of oatmeal and cream, telle's father. while Sarah, the eldest Aiiss Beau, • Jacob Beau was gathering late cote drank strong green tea, with rolls and ; In the fields that bordered the iaig a chop. Sarepta was thin and dark t way, and he came over to the fence, and delicate looking; Sophia,- her twin iand talked to his sisters while he nib - sister, fires plup and rosy like a g►•ay , bled a straw. He was a big framed and claire kittenm, and Sarah, was full i man, aid he had five big sons, Nlio and bony, with sandy Bair and wager ; worked the farm with him. it was a (lark eyes. Once she had been very prosperous farm, and Estelle, the only handsome, but that was long ago, girl, was petted and indulged. gut it Hannah, the black cook, padded did eat seem to spoil her. They were heavily into the room with a letter all fond of Estelle.phia when their greetings were over. held between thumb and forefinger. "You look worried, Jacob;' said So- "Ephie done.brunt; de mail, ma'am," she said, placing the letter beside Sa- : „I am," said the man, with a glance rah's plate, "an' dey wa'n't no mo'n i toward the dlstant house. "Girls, Ma - slat one letter," ria and I think Estelle's going into a "Very well, Hannah," said Sarah, I decline." adjusting her glasses to scan the su- "Wliat does the doctor say?" asked perscription on the large, thick, square . Sarah sharply. envelope. As she read her face grew "Nothing. He says there's nothing quite red, and she looked at the others. to say. You know Brown's way of. "It's for me, I think," she said uncer- joking. He said that Estelle was pin= .' Wilily. bag for her sweetheart.Why, land, Sarepta bristled instantly. lliaria was so lead she wouldn't have "It might be fdr me," she said tart- him in again!" ly, "unless it is addressed to you." "Nonsense!" cried Sarepta sharply. "In that case there would be no "Estelle's only a child. If she don't doubt at all whom it was for," gig- have a beau for ten years yet it Skill gled Sophia, sprinkling sugar on her be time enough." oatmeal."That's what I say," granted Jacob, "It says `Alias S. Bean,'" said Sarahand he returned to bis pumpkins. with dignity, "From its appearance 1 The three sisters found their niece should judge it was for me." swinging in a hammock on the shaded "Let me look at it, please; I am ex- front porch. Her mother sat beside pecting a letter," snapped Sophia, hold- her knitting a pink wool shawl. Es - in out her hand for the missive. retie was asleep, and she looked alarm- ing Sarah surrendered the letter and ingly pale and thin. was irritated to note that Sarepta's Mrs. Bean greeted her sisters-in•iaw dark face glowed strangely. affectionately and called a stable boy to "It's the one I've been waiting for," ; take the horse. Sarah Brought in a declared Sarepta, with the handle of a basket of grapes and souse jars of spoon slipped under the flap. "I rec• quince jam she had just made, and the ognize the handwriting." four women sat and talked in IoW "So do I," was Sarah's obstinate re- tones about Estelle's health. ply. "You have no right to open it, "Estelle's never had any beaus, bas Sarepta, until you are sure it is yours." she, Maria?" asked Sophia carelessly. "I am sure," To Sophia Estelle was a child. Sophia blinked her blue eyes and "No, she never encouraged any one looked up from her empty bowl. except—well, I suppose you've heard "Let me see the letter. It may be folks mention it, though Estelle' . for me. I am `Miss S. Bean' also; dumb -as can be about it --except Mr, you appear to forget that fact," she Gray. But he's gone away now," sand said fussily. "Maria complacently. "Ile always way "Why, it's Mr. Gray's handwriting, too old for her. but nice as could be. girls!" she exclaimed bluntly. "I think I tiniest fell in love with him myself." it's for me. 1 have a great deal of talk "Mr. Gray?" asked Sarah blankly, and correspondence with hint over— Iter mind flying to the letter. over--church--and personal mattem," "Mr. Gray?" echoed Sarepta in a she ended. with a simper. , stunned tone, her mind on the much Sarah's mouth hardened. discussed letter. "The letter is for me, Sophia. It's "Oh, Mr. Gray:" said Sophia in het all nonsense your thinking Mr. Gray blunt way. throwing up ber romance would bother to write to you about with generous hands. "Why, there'& church matters. Ministers are very a letter over to the house from hilt busy men." Sophia looked ready to cry. "I think he's as likely to write to me as to you or Sarepta—more likely. I understand why he has been calling here regularly all winter:' Sarepta laughed shortly. "1 understand why, too." she said, with a hidden meaning in her tone. "It is nonsense for•us to bicker over this letter," said Sarah impatiently "It must be opened, and it is my place as the eldest to do it. 1 can tell in- tl v • 1 addressed to Miss S. Jean, and there wouldn't one or us open it because we wasn't sure which one of us it was for. It couldn't be fur Estelle, for her name begins with an 'DI,'" ended So• phia dubiously. The hammock stirred, and a rosy face appeared over the edge. With her tousled fair hair Estelle looked more like a little girl than ever. "Aunties, I heard all your remarks," she said tremulously, "acid perhaps the let for to ^'"s with