Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1906-06-14
WALTER BLOOMFIELD
by ROBERT BoNNER's Sons.

get a lot Of fun out of it."
"What pity it is that so well-look-
ing a gentleman as Mr.. Price should
bestow his attentions where they are
not appreciated, especially when there
are so many young ladies here quite
unnoticed. Pauline Jackson has been
all the afternoon seeking an oppor-
tunity to speak to him." remarked
aunt Gertrude.
ooh, help her to accomplish her
wish for my sake, Gertie, there's a
dearw exclaimed Miss Marsh.
Mrs. Truman rose and crossed the
room to where Miss Jackson was
standing alone toying with her fan,
and at once entered into conversation
with that lady-a tall, handsome
blonde Of twenty or thereabouts, who
neutralized her natural advantages
by an air of conscious beauty.
"When l parted from you at the
door of my uncle's house in London,
l did not think it would be so long be-
fore should see you again, Con-
stance" I said. seizing my first op,
portunity to speak with her alone.
"Nor l." replied Miss Marsh, looking
down.
but it has been absolutely I'M
avoidable; l could not help myself"
Gould you not have written:' she
asked, suddenly turning her clear blue
eyes full upon me.
Hardly" l urged; "at least not in
a way that would have presented mat
tiers fairly to you. OF course, you
heard Of the trouble between my
father and his brother?"
81 heard there was some trouble
between them, and that all intercourse
was broken off almost as soon as it
had been renewed; but l have no idea
what it was about"
Il will gladly tell you the whole
miserable story; but not now-it is too
long Meanwhile, you think as well
of me as ever, do you not?" l asked
with great carnestnesS.
81 can't say, really. l am not quite
sure that do"
''But you will when have acquaint-
cd you with my experiences. When
will you give me an opportunity to
do so?'
"These people will be gone by seven
o'clock. and then / will gladly attend
to anything you wish to say. My Sis
ter tells me you are going to stay in
your uncle's house for some time
"Oh, thank you ever SO much! Yes.
my uncle has kindly invited me TO
stay with him for while. Look,
here he comes"
You are very quiet, Ernest said
uncle Sam, bustlng up to me. do
you wish your countrymen to lose their
reputation for Sallantry? Come with
me and l will introduce you more
particularly TO some of the ladies'"
II think I would prefer to remain
here thank you, uncle" l answered
quietly.
"Oh, you would, would you? Well,
then, I'll stay with you;" and as he
uttered the words my uncle seated
himself at my side. THAT tall dark
young lady you see talking with Mrs.
Holiston is Miss Inez Juarrez, daush-
ter Of a rich Paraguayan mine-owner
who was shot by the despot Lopez in
1870; she enjoys a pension from the
Paraguayan Government, and owns
silver mine i'll her own right. That
stout young lady talking with Mr..
Rosenberg is Miss Bertha Kallman,
heiress of the largest brewer in Ameri-
ca; her fathers brewery near Cincin-
natl is like small city. The lady on
the right of them, with your aunt and
Mr.. Price, is Paulina Jackson; her
father is a banker in Chicago. That
shrill-voiced little miss sitting next
to Mr.. Thomas is ELY Kennedy,
daughter of Michael Kennedy the
Congressman"
What sort of man is Mr.. Rosenberg"
asked, desiring to exhibit to Miss
Marsh my indifference to all other
ladies.
a stockbroker," answered uncle
Sam. .'He is a German by birth, bat
has lived in New York nearly all his
life. Without exception, Rosenberg
is the sharpest fellow have ever en-
Countered. My admiration fof his
talents is unbounded. In matters Of
business l approach him only with
extreme caution. Mather. Voorhees,,
and Gilmer are also stock brokers'; they
operate together, but the combna
ton can't hold candle to Rosy.
O'Connor edits the New York Moon
and Ellis Thomas lives at his ease Oh
an enormous property hib father left
him; he don't engage in amy business
Mr. Stuyvesant Wollaston is Profes
sor of Cosmogony at Harvard Uni
versity, and Mr.. Wollaston lectures on
Womens Rights"
"You have not told your nephew
about Miss Christson," said Miss
Marsh, smiling.
"Ah, how stupid OF me" exclaimed
uncle Sam; u quite forgot her. Miss
Christison is doctor of medicine, and
has practiced surgery in l don't know
how many hospitals. BY her skill
she prolonged for several years the
worthless life of wealthy cantan-
kerous asthmatical old maid, chief
pillar Of the Women's Emancipation
League, who bequeathed her fifty
thousand dollar year for SO long as
she remains unmarried; should Miss
Chrlstison marry, the money which