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Martyrs by Anton Chekhov LIZOTCHKA KUDRINSKY, a young married lady who had many admirers, was suddenly taken ill, and so seriously that her husband did

by M.R. James Some few years back I was staying with the rector of a parish in the West, where the society to which I

by Leo Tolstoy I It happened in the ‘seventies in winter, on the day after St. Nicholas’s Day. There was a fete in the parish

by Rudyard Kipling (1915) Of Miss Mary Postgate, Lady McCausland wrote that she was ‘thoroughly conscientious, tidy, companionable, and ladylike. I am very sorry to

by Rabindranath Tagore Adhar Babu lives upon the interest of the capital left him by his father. Only the brokers, negotiating loans, come to his

by O. Henry A two-inch stub of a blue pencil was the wand with which Keogh performed the preliminary acts of his magic. So, with

by Mary Roberts Rinehart “You are a sly girl, Mary.” “Not by general reputation, I believe, Mrs. Martindale.” “Oh no. Every one thinks you a

by Prosper Merimee As you leave the Port of Vecchio, heading inland in a northwesterly direction, the ground rises fairly steeply and, after a three-hour

by W. W. Jacobs The schooner Falcon was ready for sea. The last bale of general cargo had just been shipped, and a few hairy,

by Jack London He weighed one hundred and ten pounds. His hair was kinky and negroid, and he was black. He was peculiarly black. He

by W. W. Jacobs Mr. Dowson sat by the kitchen fire smoking and turning a docile and well- trained ear to the heated words which

by Algernon Blackwood Besides the departmental men on the New York Vulture, there were about twenty reporters for general duty, and Williams had worked his

by F. Scott Fitzgerald There had been a war fought and won and the great city of the conquering people was crossed with triumphal arches

by James Baldwin One summer day King Max-i-mil´ian of Ba-va´ri-a was walking in the country. The sun shone hot, and he stopped under a tree

by Edna Ferber There is nothing new in this. It has all been done before. But tell me, what is new? Does the aspiring and

by Honore de Balzac To Monsieur le Gnral Baron de Pommereul, a token of the friendship between our fathers, which survives in their sons. DE

Mellonta Tauta by Edgar Allan Poe TO THE EDITORS OF THE LADY’S BOOK: I have the honor of sending you, for your magazine, an article

by Ralph Henry Barbour We had had hard luck at Harvard all that fall. First Phinney, our 208-pound left guard, dislocated his shoulder in the

by Nikolai Vasilievich Gogol October 3rd.—A strange occurrence has taken place to-day. I got up fairly late, and when Mawra brought me my clean boots,

by O. Henry I don’t suppose it will knock any of you people off your perch to read a contribution from an animal. Mr. Kipling

by Stephen Leacock A barber is by nature and inclination a sport. He can tell you at what exact hour the ball game of the

by H. P. Lovecraft In the valley of Nis the accursed waning moon shines thinly, tearing a path for its light with feeble horns through

Mesmeric Revelation by Edgar Allan Poe WHATEVER doubt may still envelop the rationale of mesmerism, its startling facts are now almost universally admitted. Of these

by Stephen Leacock “Give me back such days as those, with the old good cheer, the old stage coaches and the gabled inns and the