After A Shadow by T. S. Arthur “ARTY! Arty!” called Mrs. Mayflower, from the window, one bright June morning. “Arty, darling! What is the child after Just look at him, Mr. Mayflower!” I leaned from the window, in pleasant excitement, to see what new and wonderful performance had been attempted by my little prodigy my […]
NELLY’S HOSPITAL by Louisa May Alcott
NELLY’S HOSPITAL by Louisa May Alcott Nelly sat beside her mother picking lint; but while her fingers flew, her eyes often looked wistfully out into the meadow, golden with buttercups, and bright with sunshine. Presently she said, rather bashfully, but very earnestly, “Mamma, I want to tell you a little plan I’ve made, if you’ll […]
THREE QUESTIONS by Leo Tolstoy
THREE QUESTIONS by Leo Tolstoy It once occurred to a certain king, that if he always knew the right time to begin everything; if he knew who were the right people to listen to, and whom to avoid; and, above all, if he always knew what was the most important thing to do, he would […]
THE APPARITION OF MRS. VEAL by Daniel Defoe
THE APPARITION OF MRS. VEAL Daniel Defoe (1661-1731) This thing is so rare in all its circumstances, and on so good authority, that my reading and conversation have not given me anything like it. It is fit to gratify the most ingenious and serious inquirer. Mrs. Bargrave is the person to whom Mrs. Veal appeared […]
A LONELY RIDE by Bret Harte
A LONELY RIDE by Bret Harte As I stepped into the Slumgullion stage I saw that it was a dark night, a lonely road, and that I was the only passenger. Let me assure the reader that I have no ulterior design in making this assertion. A long course of light reading has forewarned me […]
ANARCHY ALLEY by Alice Ruth Moore Dunbar Nelson
ANARCHY ALLEY Alice Ruth Moore Dunbar Nelson To the casual observer, the quaint, narrow, little alley that lies in the heart of the city is no more than any other of the numerous divisions of streets in which New Orleans delights. But to the idle wanderer, or he whose mission down its four squares of […]
Brothers By SHERWOOD ANDERSON
I am sitting in my house in the country and it rains. Before my eyes the hills fall suddenly away and there are the flat plains and beyond the plains the city. An hour ago the old man of the house in the forest went past my door and the little dog was not with him.
The Mass of Shadows By ANATOLE FRANCE
The Mass of Shadows By ANATOLE FRANCE This tale the sacristan of the church of St. Eulalie at Neuville d’Aumont told me, as we sat under the arbor of the White Horse, one fine summer evening, drinking a bottle of old wine to the health of the dead man, now very much at his ease, […]
The Bowmen By ARTHUR MACHEN
Mud Road to Passchendaele by Douglas W. Culham, 1917 The Bowmen By ARTHUR MACHEN It was during the Retreat of the Eighty Thousand, and the authority of the Censorship is sufficient excuse for not being more explicit. But it was on the most awful day of that awful time, on the day when ruin and […]
SOLANGE BY ALEXANDRE DUMAS
SOLANGE: DR. LEDRU’S STORY OF THE REIGN OF TERROR Leaving l’Abbaye, I walked straight across the Place Turenne to the Rue Tournon, where I had lodgings, when I heard a woman scream for help. It could not be an assault to commit robbery, for it was hardly ten o’clock in the evening. I ran to […]
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