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THE THREE PORTRAITS
By Alvah Jordan Garth
"And to each ofjny four loving and
devoted nieces, a fraihed portrait of
myself, to be enlarged from my cab
inet photograph, for which and other
purposes a fund has been given by
me to my executor. I hope they will
treasure the portrait in their posses
sion and memories in remembrance
"The cheap old hunks!" viciously
hissed Mary Winsted to her sister
"It's shameful!" was the angry re
sponse. "After leaving all that money to
the theological seminary!" almost
sobbed Esther Dalton to her cousin,
Alice Rowe, who sat by her side.
"Dear old uncle!" spoke Alice soft
ly. "He was good to all of us when
he was alive. He gave me my piano,
you know, and there hasn't been a
Christmas for five years past that
he hasn't made us all handsome and
expensive gifts of jewelry and the
Egther shrugged her shoulders un
der the $200 sealskin coat that Un
cle Robert had given her only a few
weeks before his death. Then she
smiled sweetly at Mary and Nettie.
She was glad to see the owners of
those angry faces disappointed in
their lofty hopes of a rich legacy.
The reading of the will of old Rob
ert Burr ended, all interest of most
of the relatives present died out, for
he had favored few of them, and
those with no marked liberality.
There was a great confab at the Dal
ton home that evening. Alice was
an orphan and lived with the Daltons.
The Winsteds lived only next door,
and Mary and Nettie came over to
discuss the great event of the day
and abuse their dead relative.
"Humph! His old portrait can go
to the barn loft for alf I'll hinder,"
declared Mary, spitefully.
" 'In loving remembrance!' " quot
ed Nettie sneeringly. "I hope some
one smashes a stepladder into it
when they go to hang it in my room."
"I shall retire my precious legacy
as soon as the decent period of
mourning has passed," observed Es
ther, icily, as though she were pun
ishing the relative who had failed to
cater to her extravagant tastes.
Alice said nothing. She had always
had a warm spot in her loyal little
heart for Uncle Robert. She was in
The Reading of the Will of Old Rob
ert Burr Ended
a measure dependent upon the Dal
tonsbut well earnel-her way. Es
pecially since the gift.of the piano
she had been able to pay a fair cash
price for her board, besides helping
in many little household duties which
the haughty Esther disdained.
A month later the really prized por
trait hung in a cherished way in the
p'oorest zoom in the house, which at,