The Effeminates
by Guy de Maupassant How often we hear people say, “He is charming, that man, but he is a girl, a regular girl.” They are
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by Guy de Maupassant How often we hear people say, “He is charming, that man, but he is a girl, a regular girl.” They are
by Sherwood Anderson My father was, I am sure, intended by nature to be a cheerful, kindly man. Until he was thirty-four years old he
by Hans Christian Andersen Once upon a time there was a little boy who had taken cold. He had gone out and got his feet
by William Dean Howells I should like to give the story of Alford’s experiences just as Wanhope told it, sitting with us before the glowing
by Honore de Balzac In a sumptuous palace of Ferrara, one winter evening, Don Juan Belvidéro was entertaining a prince of the house of Este.
by Rudyard Kipling A favorite from Rudyard Kipling’s Just So Stories (1902). We hope you enjoy The Elephant’s Child. Kipling’s anthropomorphic tales are wonderful to
by O. Henry In the old, old, square-porticoed mansion, with the wry window- shutters and the paint peeling off in discoloured flakes, lived one of
by H.H. Munro (SAKI) Teresa, Mrs. Thropplestance, was the richest and most intractable old woman in the county of Woldshire. In her dealings with the
by Hans Christian Andersen Hans Christian Anderson published this cautionary tale in 1837, though its message resounds clearly today. The Emperor’s New Clothes is about
by H.G. Wells When Captain Gerilleau received instructions to take his new gunboat, the _Benjamin Constant,_ to Badama on the Batemo arm of the Guaramadema
by P. G. Wodehouse The clock struck five–briskly, as if time were money. Ruth Warden got up from her desk and, having put on her
by O. Henry Considering men in relation to money, there are three kinds whom I dislike: men who have more money than they can spend;
by Guy de Maupassant They called him Saint Anthony, because his name was Anthony, and also, perhaps, because he was a good fellow, jovial, a
by W. W. Jacobs Mr. Boom, late of the mercantile marine, had the last word, but only by the cowardly expedient of getting out of
by W. W. Jacobs It was getting late in the afternoon as Master Jones, in a somewhat famished condition, strolled up Aldgate, with a keen
by Henry van Dyke The Hermanns built their house at the very end of the island, five or six miles from the more or less
by W. W. Jacobs Yes, I know, said the night-watchman, thoughtfully, as he sat with a cold pipe in his mouth gazing across the river.
by Algernon Blackwood I As Felix Henriot came through the streets that January night the fog was stifling, but when he reached his little flat
by Jack London Margaret Henan would have been a striking figure under any circumstances, but never more so than when I first chanced upon her,
by William Dean Howells It was in the old Roman arena of beautiful Verona that the circus events I wish to speak of took place;
by Melville Davisson Post “What was the mystery about St. Alban?” I asked. The Baronet did not at once reply. He looked out over the
by William Dean Howells On that loveliest autumn morning, the swollen tide had spread over all the russet levels, and gleamed in the sunlight a
by Louisa May Alcott Chapter 1 I. HOW THEY WALKED INTO LENNOX’S LIFE. “COME out for a drive, Harry?” “Too cold.” “Have a game of
by O. Henry Old Jerome Warren lived in a hundred-thousand-dollar house at 35 East Fifty-Soforth Street. He was a down-town broker, so rich that he