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by Aesop A poor Woodman was cutting down a tree near the edge of a deep pool in the forest. It was late in the

by Henry van Dyke The lighthouse on the Isle of the Wise Virgin–formerly called the Isle of Birds–still looks out over the blue waters of

by Bret Harte We were eight, including the driver. We had not spoken during the passage of the last six miles, since the jolting of

Metzengerstein by Edgar Allan Poe — Martin Luther HORROR and fatality have been stalking abroad in all ages. Why then give a date to this

by Arnold Bennett I On a Saturday afternoon in late October Edward Coe, a satisfactory average successful man of thirty-five, was walking slowly along the

by James Baldwin Here is the story of Mignon as I remember having read it in a famous old book. A young man named Wil-helm

Minds In Ferment by Anton Chekhov THE earth was like an oven. The afternoon sun blazed with such energy that even the thermometer hanging in

by Guy de Maupassant Great misfortunes do not affect me very much, said John Bridelle, an old bachelor who passed for a sceptic. I have

by H.H. Munro (SAKI) Although he was scarcely yet out of his teens, the Duke of Scaw was already marked out as a personality widely

by Harriet Beecher Stowe “Ye see, boys,” said Sam Lawson, as we were gathering young wintergreen on a sunny hillside in June,–“ye see, folks don’t

Mire by Anton Chekhov IGRACEFULLY swaying in the saddle, a young man wearing the snow-white tunic of an officer rode into the great yard of

Misery by Anton Chekhov THE twilight of evening. Big flakes of wet snow are whirling lazily about the street lamps, which have just been lighted,

by Thomas Nelson Page Henry Floyd was a crank, at least so many people said; a few thought he was a wonderful person: these were

by Katherine Mansfield Although it was so brilliantly fine – the blue sky powdered with gold and great spots of light like white wine splashed

by Harriet Beecher Stowe Miss Katy-did sat on the branch of a flowering azalea, in her best suit of fine green and silver, with wings

by Guy de Maupassant There were seven of us on a drag, four women and three men; one of the latter sat on the box

by Robert Barr “Come hop, come skip, fair children all, Old Father Time is in the hall. He’ll take you on his knee, and stroke

Miss McEnders by Kate Chopin I When Miss Georgie McEnders had finished an elaborately simple toilet of gray and black, she divested herself completely of

by George Gissing From The House of Cobwebs and Other Stories (1906). A young woman of about eight-and-twenty, in tailor-made costume, with unadorned hat of

by Kathleen Norris I “Well, he has done it now, confound his nerve!” said Anthony Fox, Sr., in a tone of almost triumphant fury. He

by Anthony Trollope There is nothing so melancholy as a country in its decadence, unless it be a people in their decadence. I am not

by Lucy Maud Montgomery Miss Sally peered sharply at Willard Stanley, first through her gold-rimmed glasses and then over them. Willard continued to look very

by H.G. Wells Miss Winchelsea was going to Rome. The matter had filled her mind for a month or more, and had overflowed so abundantly

by Guy de Maupassant I was very much interested at that time in a droll little woman. She was married, of course, as I have