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by H.H. Munro (SAKI) On a late spring afternoon Ella McCarthy sat on a green-painted chair in Kensington Gardens, staring listlessly at an uninteresting stretch

by Jack London I. “Funny you don’t gamble none,” Shorty said to Smoke one night in the Elkhorn. “Ain’t it in your blood?” “It is,”

Shrove Tuesday by Anton Chekhov PAVEL VASSILITCH!” cries Pelageya Ivanovna, waking her husband. “Pavel Vassilitch! You might go and help Styopa with his lessons, he

Sights from a Steeple by Nathaniel Hawthorne So! I have climbed high, and my reward is small. Here I stand with wearied knees—earth, indeed, at

by Jerome K. Jerome I fear I must be of a somewhat gruesome turn of mind. My sympathies are always with the melancholy side of

Silence — a Fable by Edgar Allan Poe ALCMAN. The mountain pinnacles slumber; valleys, crags and caves are silent. “LISTEN to me,” said the Demon

by Henry van Dyke THE railway station of Bathurst, New Brunswick, did not look particularly merry at two o’clock of a late September morning. There

by L. Frank Baum Published in L. Frank Baum’s first children’s book, Mother Goose in Prose (1897), illustrated by Maxfield Parrish. You might also enjoy

by Guy de Maupassant Noon had just struck. The school door opened and the youngsters darted out, jostling each other in their haste to get

by James Baldwin More than three hundred years ago there lived in England a brave man whose name was Sir Humphrey Gil-bert. At that time

by P. G. Wodehouse A Tale of King Arthur’s Round Table Some time ago, when spending a delightful week-end at the ancestral castle of my

by James Baldwin There once lived in England a brave and noble man whose name was Walter Ra-leigh. He was not only brave and noble,

by Charlotte M. Yonge 1535 We have seen how dim and doubtful was the belief that upbore the grave and beautiful Antigone in her self-sacrifice;

by James Baldwin A cruel battle was being fought. The ground was covered with dead and dying men. The air was hot and stifling. The

by Alice Dunbar-Nelson Sister Josepha told her beads mechanically, her fingers numb with the accustomed exercise. The little organ creaked a dismal “O Salutaris,” and

Sitting in Judgment by Banjo Paterson The show ring was a circular enclosure of about four acres, with a spiked batten fence round it, and

by O. Henry The Rubberneck Auto was about ready to start. The merry top-riders had been assigned to their seats by the gentlemanly conductor. The

by Jack London “If I was a man–” Her words were in themselves indecisive, but the withering contempt which flashed from her black eyes was

by Algernon Blackwood The utter loneliness of our moose-camp on Skeleton Lake had impressed us from the beginning–in the Quebec backwoods, five days by trail

by Henry van Dyke If you love a certain country, for its natural beauty, or for the friends you have made there, or for the

Sketches from Memory by Nathaniel Hawthorne I. THE INLAND PORT. It was a bright forenoon, when I set foot on the beach at Burlington, and

by Charles Dickens It is strange with how little notice, good, bad, or indifferent, a man may live and die in London. He awakens no

by Charles Dickens AN URGENT REMONSTRANCE, &c TO THE GENTLEMEN OF ENGLAND, (BEING BACHELORS OR WIDOWERS,) THE REMONSTRANCE OF THEIR FAITHFUL FELLOW-SUBJECT, SHEWETH,- THAT Her