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by Arthur Quiller-Couch A PENDANT TO THE FOREGOING The returned Emigrant was not one of those who sometimes creep back to Tregarrick and scan the

A Tough Tussle by Ambrose Bierce One night in the autumn of 1861 a man sat alone in the heart of a forest in western

A Transgression by Anton Chekhov A COLLEGIATE assessor called Miguev stopped at a telegraph-post in the course of his evening walk and heaved a deep

A Tragic Actor by Anton Chekhov IT was the benefit night of Fenogenov, the tragic actor. They were acting “Prince Serebryany.” The tragedian himself was

by Guy de Maupassant The walls of the cell were bare and white washed. A narrow grated window, placed so high that one could not

by Rudyard Kipling Harvey N. Cheyne, a spoiled darling, “perhaps fifteen years old,” “an American–first, last, and all the time,” had “staggered over the wet

A Trifle From Life by Anton Chekhov A WELL-FED, red-cheeked young man called Nikolay Ilyitch Belyaev, of thirty-two, who was an owner of house property

A Tripping Tongue by Anton Chekhov NATALYA MIHALOVNA, a young married lady who had arrived in the morning from Yalta, was having her dinner, and

A Trivial Incident by Anton Chekhov IT was a sunny August midday as, in company with a Russian prince who had come down in the

by Mark Twain “Aunt Rachel, how is it that you ‘ve lived sixty years and never had any trouble?” She stopped quaking. She paused, and

A Troublesome Visitor by Anton Chekhov IN the low-pitched, crooked little hut of Artyom, the forester, two men were sitting under the big dark ikon

by Guy de Maupassant The following paragraphs recently appeared in the papers: “Boulogne-Sur-Mer, January 22.–Our correspondent writes: “A fearful accident has thrown our sea-faring population,

At The Barber’s by Anton Chekhov MORNING. It is not yet seven o’clock, but Makar Kuzmitch Blyostken’s shop is already open. The barber himself, an

by Mark Twain This establishment’s name is Hochberghaus. It is in Bohemia, a short day’s journey from Vienna, and being in the Austrian Empire is

by Katherine Mansfield I Very early morning. The sun was not yet risen, and the whole of Crescent Bay was hidden under a white sea-mist.

by Rudyard Kipling Men say it was a stolen tide The Lord that sent it He knows all,But in mine ear will aye abide The

At the ‘Cadian Ball by Kate Chopin Bobint, that big, brown, good-natured Bobint, had no intention of going to the ball, even though he knew

by Jack London It was for two reasons that Montana Kid discarded his “chaps” and Mexican spurs, and shook the dust of the Idaho ranges

by William Dean Howells As they bowled along in the deliberate German express train through the Black Forest, Colonel Kenton said he had only two

by Rudyard Kipling Narrow as the womb, deep as the Pit, and dark as the heart of a man.–_Sonthal Miner’s Proverb_. “A weaver went out

At Twilight by Susan Glaspell A breeze from the May world without blew through the class-room, and as it lifted his papers he had a

by W. F. Harvey PHENISTONE ROAD, CLAPHAM. August 20th, 190–. I have had what I believe to be the most remarkable day in my life,

A Turkey Hunt by Kate Chopin THREE of Madame’s finest bronze turkeys were missing from the brood. It was nearing Christmas, and that was the

by T.S. Arthur “John Thomas!” Mr. Belknap spoke in a firm, rather authoritative voice. It was evident that he anticipated some reluctance on the boy’s