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by O. Henry In the northern part of Austin there once dwelt an honest family by the name of Smothers. The family consisted of John

by Algernon Blackwood Blake had been in very low water for months–almost under water part of the time–due to circumstances he was fond of saying

by Guy de Maupassant When Old Man Leras, bookkeeper for Messieurs Labuze and Company, left the store, he stood for a minute bewildered at the

by William Dean Howells “I see,” said my friend, “that you have been writing a good deal about the theatre during the past winter. You

At A Country House by Anton Chekhov PAVEL ILYITCH RASHEVITCH walked up and down, stepping softly on the floor covered with little Russian plaids, and

A Tale of the Ragged Mountains by Edgar Allan Poe DURING the fall of the year 1827, while residing near Charlottesville, Virginia, I casually made

A Tale of Jerusalem by Edgar Allan Poe LET us hurry to the walls,” said Abel-Phittim to Buzi-Ben-Levi and Simeon the Pharisee, on the tenth

At A Summer Villa by Anton Chekhov I LOVE YOU. You are my life, my happiness — everything to me! Forgive the avowal, but I

by Anton Chekhov Anton Chekhov’s story At Christmas Time (1900) is about a married daughter estranged from her illiterate parents in the country, all the

At Chênière Caminada by Kate Chopin I There was no clumsier looking fellow in church that Sunday morning than Antoine Bocaze-the one they called Tonie.

by O. Henry I never cared especially for feuds, believing them to be even more overrated products of our country than grapefruit, scrapple, or honeymoons.

by Andy Adams “There’s our ford,” said Juan,–our half-blood trailer,–pointing to the slightest sag in a low range of hills distant twenty miles. We were

by Mark Twain Consider that a conversation by telephone–when you are simply sitting by and not taking any part in that conversation–is one of the

by Dorothy Parker PLEASE, God, let him telephone me now. Dear God, let him call me now. I won’t ask anything else of You, truly

by Stephen Crane S.T. Whiteford, 1880 S.T. Whiteford, 1880 Four men once came to a wet place in the roadless forest to fish. They pitched

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 P. G. Wodehouse As I walked to Geisenheimer’s that night I was feeling blue and restless, tired of New York, tired of dancing, tired

Athénaïse by Kate Chopin I Athénaïse went away in the morning to make a visit to her parents, ten miles back on rigolet de Bon

At Home by Anton Chekhov Chekhov’s existential story of hopelessness and lack of direction may resonate strongly with young adults in particular. Its protagonist succumbs

by W. W. Jacobs The travelling sign-painter who was repainting the sign of the “Cauliflower” was enjoying a well-earned respite from his labours. On the

by Rudyard Kipling His own shoe, his own head.–_Native Proverb_. As a messenger, if the heart of the Presence be moved to so great favour.

At Old Man Eckert’s by Ambrose Bierce Philip Eckert lived for many years in an old, weather-stained wooden house about three miles from the little

by Mary Hallock Foote I The five-o’clock whistle droned through the heat. Its deep, consequential chest-note belonged by right to the oldest and best paying

by H.H. Munro (SAKI) “I hope you’ve come full of suggestions for Christmas,” said Lady Blonze to her latest arrived guest; “the old-fashioned Christmas and