Rough-Hew Them How We Will
by P. G. Wodehouse Paul Boielle was a waiter. The word ‘waiter’ suggests a soft-voiced, deft-handed being, moving swiftly and without noise in an atmosphere
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by P. G. Wodehouse Paul Boielle was a waiter. The word ‘waiter’ suggests a soft-voiced, deft-handed being, moving swiftly and without noise in an atmosphere
by W. W. Jacobs The long summer day had gone and twilight was just merging into night. A ray of light from the lantern at
by Peter Christen Asbjornsen Translated by H. L. BRŒKSTAD in 1895, Round the Yule-Log: Christmas in Norway is written by Peter Christen Asbjornsen, who famously
by Mark Twain A few months ago I was nominated for Governor of the great state of New York, to run against Mr. John T.
by Rex Ellingwood Beach Up from the valley below came the throb of war drums, the faint rattle of shots, and the distant cries of
by Jack London I was born in San Francisco in 1876. At fifteen I was a man among men, and if I had a spare
by Jack London I was born in San Francisco in 1876. At fifteen I was a man among men, and if I had a spare
by Mary Roberts Rinehart I Having retired to a hospital to sulk, Jane remained there. The family came and sat by her bed uncomfortably and
by L. Frank Baum L. Frank Baum’s story was first published in 1913. It is one of the six Little Wizard Stories of Oz. Tik-Tok
by Jack London “For there’s never a law of God or man Runs north of Fifty-three.” Jan rolled over, clawing and kicking. He was fighting
by P. G. Wodehouse You know, the longer I live, the more clearly I see that half the trouble in this bally world is caused
by Emile Zola SPRING On that particular day, at about five o’clock in the morning, the sun entered with delightful abruptness into the little room
by P. G. Wodehouse Sometimes of a morning, as I’ve sat in bed sucking down the early cup of tea and watched my man Jeeves
by P. G. Wodehouse “Good morning, sir,” said Jeeves. He put the good old cup of tea softly on the table by my bed, and
by P. G. Wodehouse I’m not absolutely certain of my facts, but I rather fancy it’s Shakespeare–or, if not, it’s some equally brainy lad–who says
by P. G. Wodehouse Now, touching this business of old Jeeves–my man, you know–how do we stand? Lots of people think I’m much too dependent
by O. Henry The first time my optical nerves was disturbed by the sight of Buckingham Skinner was in Kansas City. I was standing on
by F. Scott Fitzgerald This don’t pretend to be “Literature.” This is just a tale for red-blooded folks who want a story and not just
by Edward Payson Roe Chapter I. Its Discovery Jeff, the hero of my tale, was as truly a part of the Southern Confederacy as the
by W. W. Jacobs It wanted a few nights to Christmas, a festival for which the small market town of Torchcster was making extensive preparations.
by Katherine Mansfield I DO not know why I have such a fancy for this little café. It’s dirty and sad, sad. It’s not as
by Mark Twain One of Mark Twain’s most famous short stories, Jim Baker’s Blue-jay Yarn, was adapted from a campfire story told by Jim Gillis
by Lucy Maud Montgomery When the vegetable-man knocked, Jessamine went to the door wearily. She felt quite well acquainted with him. He had been coming
by H.G. Wells “It isn’t every one who’s been a god,” said the sunburnt man. “But it’s happened to me. Among other things.” I intimated