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by Rabindranath Tagore When I was a very young wife, I gave birth to a dead child, and came near to death myself. I recovered
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by Rabindranath Tagore When I was a very young wife, I gave birth to a dead child, and came near to death myself. I recovered
Victor Second by Banjo Paterson We were training two horses for the Buckatowndown races — an old grey warrior called Tricolor — better known to
by T.S. Arthur “What has become of the Wightmans?” I asked of my old friend Payson. I had returned to my native place after an
by T.S. Arthur “I see that the house next door has been taken,” remarked Mr. Leland to his wife, as they sat alone one pleasant
Volodya by Anton Chekhov IVAN ALEXEYITCH OGNEV remembers how on that August evening he opened the glass door with a rattle and went out on
by Ellis Parker Butler It would not be true to say that Mr. Gubb had become suspicious of Mr. Medderbrook’s honesty. The fact that the
Von Kempelen and his Discovery by Edgar Allan Poe AFTER THE very minute and elaborate paper by Arago, to say nothing of the summary in
Wakefield by Nathaniel Hawthorne In some old magazine or newspaper I recollect a story, told as truth, of a man–let us call him Wakefield–who absented
by Guy de Maupassant Why did I go into that beer hall on that particular evening? I do not know. It was cold; a fine
by Zane Grey It was about the sixth inning that I suspected the Rube of weakening. For that matter he had not pitched anything resembling
The Runaway by Anton Chekhov IT had been a long business. At first Pashka had walked with his mother in the rain, at one time
by Gertrude Atherton LOUIS BAC drifted like a gray shadow through the gray streets of San Francisco. Even the French colony, one of the most
The Safety Match by Anton Chekhov On the morning of October 6, 1885, in the office of the Inspector of Police of the second division
by Henry van Dyke I DARKNESS Out of the Valley of Gardens, where a film of new-fallen snow lay smooth as feathers on the breast
by George Gissing From The House of Cobwebs and Other Stories (1906). Strong and silent the tide of Thames flowed upward, and over it swept
by H.H. Munro (SAKI) The little stone Saint occupied a retired niche in a side aisle of the old cathedral. No one quite remembered who
by Stewart Edward White Once upon a time there was an editor of a magazine who had certain ideas concerning short stories. This is not
by Hans Christian Andersen ONCE upon a time there was an old poet, one of those right good old poets. One evening, as he was
by L. Frank Baum There lived in the Land of Oz two queerly made men who were the best of friends. They were so much
by Stewart Edward White Once Morrison & Daly, of Saginaw, but then lumbering at Beeson Lake, lent some money to a man named Crothers, taking
by Jack London I THE way led along upon what had once been the embankment of a railroad. But no train had run upon it
by Laura E. Richards “The Committee will please come to order!” said Maine. “What’s up?” asked Massachusetts, pausing in her occupation of peeling chestnuts. “Why,
by T.S. Arthur “Where now?” said Frederick Williams to his friend Charles Lawson, on entering his own office and finding the latter, carpet-bag in hand,
by H.H. Munro (SAKI) In this hilarious story, an arrogant aristocrat mistakes Lady Carlotta for her new governess. Playing the part, Lady Carlotta professes to