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The Return of Alcibiade by Kate Chopin MR. FRED BARTNER was sorely perplexed and annoyed to find that a wheel and tire of his buggy

by Joseph Conrad The inner circle train from the City rushed impetuously out of a black hole and pulled up with a discordant, grinding racket

by Rudyard Kipling The doors were wide, the story saith, Out of the night came the patient wraith, He might not speak, and he could

by Henry van Dyke I “Nor I,” cried John Harcourt, pulling up in the moon-silvered mist and clapping his hand to his pocket, “not a

by Arthur Quiller-Couch From Noughts and Crosses: Stories, Studies and Sketches. High and low, rich and poor, in Troy Town there are seventy-three maiden ladies.

by William Dean Howells He never, by any chance, quite kept his word, though there was a moment in every case when he seemed to

by Mary Roberts Rinehart “It’s nearly a year now since I was home,” said Lucy Gray to her husband; “and so you must let me

The Revolt of “Mother” by Mary E. Wilkins Freeman “What is it?” “What are them men diggin’ over there in the field for?” There was

by Melville Davisson Post I was before one of those difficult positions unavoidable to a visitor in a foreign country. I had to meet the

by Arnold Bennett When friends observed his occasional limp, Alderman Keats would say, with an air of false casualness, “Oh, a touch of the gout.”

by Frank Norris I. FELIPE As young Felipe Arillaga guided his pony out of the last intricacies of Pacheco Pass, he was thinking of Rubia

by Henry van Dyke I When the good priest of St. Gerome christened Patrick Mullarkey, he lent himself unconsciously to an innocent deception. To look

by George Gissing From The House of Cobwebs and Other Stories (1906). It was not easy for Mr. Daffy to leave his shop for the

by Ethel M. Dell I “He hasn’t proposed, then?” “No; he hasn’t.” A pause; then, reluctantly: “I haven’t given him the opportunity.” “Violet! Do you

by Bret Harte The year of grace 1797 passed away on the coast of California in a southwesterly gale. The little bay of San Carlos,

by Henry Lawson Oh, then tell us, Kings and Judges, where our meeting is to be,When the laws of men are nothing, and our spirits

by Henry van Dyke The righteousness of Puramitra was notorious, and it was evident to all that he had immense faith in his gods. He

by Stewart Edward White I first met him one Fourth of July afternoon in the middle eighties. The sawdust streets and high board sidewalks of

by Stewart Edward White “Obey orders if you break owners” is a good rule, but a really efficient river-boss knows a better. It runs, “Get

by O. Henry Mysteries follow one another so closely in a great city that the reading public and the friends of Johnny Bellchambers have ceased

by O. Henry The Roads We Take was published in O. Henry’s short story collection, Whirligs. TWENTY miles West of Tucson, the “Sunset Express” stopped

by Beatrix Potter IN REMEMBRANCE OF “SAMMY,” THE INTELLIGENT PINK-EYED REPRESENTATIVE OF A PERSECUTED (BUT IRREPRESSIBLE) RACE. AN AFFECTIONATE LITTLE FRIEND. AND MOST ACCOMPLISHED THIEF!

by Charlotte M. Yonge B.C. 389 The city of Rome was gradually rising on the banks of the Tiber, and every year was adding to

by P. G. Wodehouse Crossing the Thames by Chelsea Bridge, the wanderer through London finds himself in pleasant Battersea. Rounding the Park, where the female