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He had already spent two holidays at Summerfield, and had been a great deal at The Haven. When with Mr. Ferrier, and they were much together during the long week-days when Summerfield is an Adamless Eden, Agnes Barlow made a point of often speaking of dear Frank and of Frank's love for her, not, of course, in a way that any one could have regarded as silly, but in a natural, happy, simple way.
As he traced his sprawling signature, "Hollis Summerfield, Comr. Genl. Land Office," on each one, the chief clerk stood, deftly removing them and applying the blotter. "I notice," said the chief clerk, "you've been going through that Salado County location. Kampfer is making a new map of Salado, and I believe is platting in that section of the county now." "I will see it," said the Commissioner.
"Oh, she does not expect you: and indeed, Miss Caroline, do let me beg of you, Dr Summerfield did just hint yesterday just a hint, you understand, about small-pox. I could not on any account let you go up, for your own sake." "Is my sister so ill as that?" I replied. "I think we might have expected to be told it sooner. Then, Madam, I shall certainly go up.
His sense of his coming dignity and standing before the world was almost greater than his sense of the terrifying responsibility which it involved. Colfax was a hard man, he knew, harder even than Summerfield, for he talked less and acted more; but this did not sink into Eugene's consciousness sufficiently to worry him. He fancied he was a strong man, able to hold his own anywhere.
But none of the other stories shows the originality and impressively realistic tone which distinguish The Case of Summerfield. In this he achieved the successful combination of audacity of theme with a fitting incisiveness of style. It alone rises above the level of the merely ingenious and clever; it alone of his work was worth preserving.
It was too serious a matter. She wanted time to think. But it was pleasant to know that she could do this. Unless Eugene sobered down now During the time in which he had been working for the Summerfield Company and since then for the Kalvin Company here in Philadelphia, Eugene, in spite of the large salary he was receiving more each year really had not saved so much money.
This called for rare good judgment not only in the preparation, but in the placing of these ads, and it was in the matter of their preparation the many striking ideas which they should embody that the judgment and assistance of a capable art director of real imagination was most valuable. As has already been said, Mr. Summerfield had had five art directors in almost as many years.
In 1871 a San Francisco paper published a tale entitled The Case of Summerfield. The author concealed himself under the name of "Caxton," a pseudonym unknown at the time. The story made an immediate impression, and the remote little world by the Golden Gate was shaken into startled and enquiring astonishment. Wherever people met, The Case of Summerfield was on men's tongues.
One man a great real estate plunger in New York, who saw him once in Summerfield's office spoke to the latter about him. "That's a most interesting man you have there, that man Witla," he said, when they were out to lunch together. "Where does he come from?" "Oh, the West somewhere!" replied Summerfield evasively. "I don't know. I've had so many art directors I don't pay much attention to them."
The Summerfield Advertising Agency, of which Mr. Daniel C. Summerfield was president, was one of those curious exfoliations or efflorescences of the personality of a single individual which is so often met with in the business world, and which always means a remarkable individual behind them. The ideas, the enthusiasm, the strength of Mr.
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