"OUR BELOVED BROTHER" I THE TEA-TABLE Angeline's slender, wiry form and small, glossy gray head bent over the squat brown tea-pot as she shook out the last bit of leaf from the canister.

Nothing in the familiar old kitchen was hers, Angeline reflected, except Abraham, her aged husband, who was taking his last gentle ride in the old rocking-chairthe old arm-chair with painted roses blooming as brilliantly across its back as they had bloomed when the chair was first purchased forty years ago.

Even this dreaded day had not taken one fraction of a shade from the glory of the roses, as Angeline could see in the bud at one side of Abraham's head and the full-blown flower below his right ear; so why should she droop because the sale of her household goods had been somewhat disappointing?

They 'd crow, 'Thar's Abe a-takin' his comfort in the Old Men's Hum, an' Angeline, she's a-eatin' her heart out in the poorhouse!'

" Angeline had, indeed, determined to be the one to go to the poorhouse; but all her life long she had cared, perhaps to a faulty degree, for "what folks would say."

Angeline had on a black silk gown as shiny as the freshly polished stove she was leaving in her kitchena gown which testified from its voluminous hem to the soft yellow net at the throat that Angeline was as neat a mender and darner as could be found in Suffolk county.

Angeline had on a black silk gown as shiny as the freshly polished stove she was leaving in her kitchena gown which testified from its voluminous hem to the soft yellow net at the throat that Angeline was as neat a mender and darner as could be found in Suffolk county.

Every spring for ten years Angeline had renewed the youth of this rose by treating its petals with the tender red dye of a budding oak.

Under ordinary circumstances, Angeline would never have taken this path; for it exposed her carefully patched and newly polished shoes to scratches, her fragile, worn silk skirt and stiff, white petticoat to brambles.

The gray of the old man's hair mingled with the gray beneath Angeline's little bonnet.

Never afterward could the dazed old gentleman remember how he had been persuaded to come into the house and up the stairs with Angeline.

But when he awoke in the morning, there stood Angeline in front of the glass taking her hair out of curl papers; and then he slowly began to realize the tremendous change that had come into their lives, when his wife committed the unprecedented act of taking her crimps out before breakfast.

Why need they thus intensify his sense of shame at his life's failure, and, above all, at his failure to provide for Angeline?

He stared amazed at Angeline, who seemed the embodiment of self-possession, lifting her dainty, proud little gray head higher and higher.

The forced smile vanished from Angeline's face.

But poor Angeline's lips were so stiff with terror over the prospect of the County House for her husband, that she could not persuade them to speech.

And Angeline, fretted and nervous, herself worried almost sick over Father's condition, was guilty once in a while out of the depths of her anxiety of nagging back again.

There must have been some naughty girl here, like Angeline.

In half an hour she was so far recovered from the megrims as to be hungry; when Prudy secretly begged some pudding for her of the willing Angeline.

Angeline Myra Keen (A); 15Dec76; R649650. R649651.

Angeline hittin' on high.

Angeline Whiton Burlingame (C) & Corinne Harris Markey (A); 21Apr58; R213151. WHITTEMORE, CONSTANCE, illus.

APPEL, ANGELINE K. Fillies don't win.

Angeline K. Appel (W); 6Mar63; R311703. Flesh and blood.

Angeline K. Appel (W); 6Mar63; R311702.