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by James Baldwin A great army was marching into Swit-zer-land. If it should go much farther, there would be no driving it out again. The

by Stephen Leacock House of Lords, Jan. 25, 1920.–The House of Lords commenced to-day in Committee the consideration of Clause No. 52,000 of the Education

by O. Henry The snake reporter of The Rolling Stone was wandering up the avenue last night on his way home from the Y.M.C.A. rooms

by Bret Harte As the train moved slowly out of the station, the Writer of Stories looked up wearily from the illustrated pages of the

by Andy Adams It was an early spring. The round-up was set for the 10th of June. The grass was well forward, while the cattle

by William Faulkner A Rose for Emily appeared in the April 30, 1930 issue of The Forum. It was Faulkner’s first publication in a journal

Art by Anton Chekhov A GLOOMY winter morning. On the smooth and glittering surface of the river Bystryanka, sprinkled here and there with snow, stand

by Mark Twain The latest report about the Spanish crown is, that it will now be offered to Prince Alfonso, the second son of the

by O. Henry I walked the streets of the City of Insolence, thirsting for the sight of a stranger face. For the City is a

A Rude Awakening by Kate Chopin “TAKE de do’ an’ go! You year me? Take de do’!” Lolotte’s brown eyes flamed. Her small frame quivered.

by Leo Tolstoy A Russian Christmas Party by Leo Tolstoy is about a generous family on the brink of ruin whose mother pins their hopes

by O. Henry The editor of the Hearthstone Magazine had his own ideas about the selection of manuscript for his publication. His theory is no

by Rudyard Kipling Pass? Pass? Pass? I have one pass already, allowing me to go by the _rel_ from Kroonstadt to Eshtellenbosch, where the horses

by Guy de Maupassant The defendants, Cesaire-Isidore Brument and Prosper-Napoleon Cornu, appeared before the Court of Assizes of the Seine-Inferieure, on a charge of attempted

by Harriet Beecher Stowe “If we could only live in the country,” said my wife, “how much easier it would be to live!” “And how

by Henry van Dyke The Baron d’Azan was old–older even than his seventy years. His age showed by contrast as he walked among his trees.

by P. G. Wodehouse Mr Meggs’s mind was made up. He was going to commit suicide. There had been moments, in the interval which had

by M.R. James Two men in a smoking-room were talking of their private-school days. ‘At our school,’ said A., ‘we had a ghost’s footmark on

by Rudyard Kipling (1912) _The A.B.C., that semi-elected, semi-nominated body of a few score persons, controls the Planet. Transportation is Civilisation, our motto runs. Theoretically

by Rudyard Kipling Est fuga, volvitur rota, On we drift: where looms the dim port?One Two Three Four Five contribute their quota: Something is gained

A Sentimental Soul by Kate Chopin I LACODIE stayed longer than was his custom in Mamzelle Fleurette’s little store that evening. He had been tempted

by O. Henry When one loves one’s Art no service seems too hard. That is our premise. This story shall draw a conclusion from it,

by Amelia B. Edwards I, FREDERICK GEORGE BYNG, who write this narrative with my own hand, without help of spectacles, am so old a man

by Henry van Dyke Dun was a hard little city, proud and harsh; but impregnable because it was built upon a high rock. The host