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Club also bought a picture. [[strikethrough]] Yest [[/strikethrough]] Today in the gallery I noticed an interesting lady in black whose face seemed familiar to me, looking very intently at my pictures. I thought her face familiar but concluded I did not know her.

Thursday March 8" 1888. Girard who was at the sale last evening came in. He is in trouble again in money matters and I dare say hoped I would be able to help him after my sale, but I cannot. The lady in black I saw in the gallery yesterday called. It proved to be Mrs. Lord who I used to know and who lived in Prescott, Arizona when Lucy was there. Her husband died four years ago and she is a very attractive widow. She saw me in the gallery yesterday and was not sure it was I. She lives with her daughter, Miss McEwen on Staten Island. She did not go to the sale thinking every thing would go beyond her purse but regretted this morning when she saw how low the pictures went that she did not attend. Soon after she went John Forsyth and his wife and Miss Bel Forsyth came. Miss Bel. bought the Winter Sundown last night and John bought some thing. I had a long call from them and showed them all my sketches. They bought a little Winter for $25. and he thought he would get another of my studies for $100. I was regretting last night I had not asked them to my studio. I wrote a brief letter to Lucy and sent her a paper as also Alice and Janette. Spent the evening at Marys. 
  
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Tribune May 4.
BURIAL OF BERNARD ROELKER.
The funeral of Bernard Roelker, the well known lawyer who died on Monday from pneumonia, took place yesterday at his home, No. 17 East Twefth-st. Mr. Roelker was a member of the Manhattan, the Nineteenth Century and the Down Town clubs. These organizations were all represented at the funeral. There were also present many of Mr. Roelker's relatives. The Rev. Dr. Robert Collyer officiated. The burial was at Woodlawn.

Mr. Roelker was seventy-two years old, and was the last of three brothers who came to this country from Germany more than fifty years ago. He was a graduate of the University of Bonn. In 1837 he became a tutor of German in Harvard University. He was intimate with Longfellow, Lowell and Story, and was also a friend of Samuel J. Tilden. In 1855 he came to this city and established the law firm of Laur & Roelker. He was knoin somewhat as a writer.
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Friday 9". Still cold and windy, typical March. Spent an hour in Dr Browns dental chair and from there went to the gallery to see Ortgies. He was not in but his book keeper said they would settle me me on Monday if that would suit me. Went down to Noble's and bought tickets for Sara and myself tonight to see Herrman the Magician. I lunched with Fitch and met the election committee at the Academy where we went to work at 1 oclock to select and reject pictures and we staid there until 5 o clock. There is a perfect wilderness of pictures and some very big and very bad ones. In the evening Sara and I went to Nobles to see Hermann who did many wonderful things. Miss Curtis dined with us and she and Mary went to see Irving in Faust. 

Saturday 10" The day was spent at the Academy selecting pictures and at night I was very fatigued. Called at Fred Nortons where Sara had dined and asked Fred to the Club with me where we staid until 12 o clock. Harry Ladew who died on Friday was stricken down at my sale and carried out helpless. He was an old school friend. My friends generally are surprised at the result of my sale. I think I ought to have got more money, but I shall have to make up my mind that I am never to be free from money anxieties as long as I live

Sunday 11" Sara and I dined with Mrs. Anderson and Miss Nesmith. It was raining a little when we went there. About 4 o'clock we went up to 125" St to see Gussie Pullman. Her husband is very ill and failing constantly I should say. We made a short call as many people seemed to be coming there. It is tedious to be out near New York on Sundays. The cars are crowded and ill ventilated and we were glad to get back to Marys where I staid until 9 o'clock when I came to my room. The rain was pouring and I rode over in the car
  

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cant make out first name of Pullman in Sunday 11 entry