THE POET AND THE PEASANT by O.Henry The other day a poet friend of mine, who has lived in close communion with nature all his life, wrote a poem and took it to an editor. It was a living pastoral, full of the genuine breath of the fields, the song of birds, and the pleasant […]
DESIREE’S BABY by Kate Chopin
DESIREE’S BABY by Kate Chopin As the day was pleasant, Madame Valmonde drove over to L’Abri to see Desiree and the baby. It made her laugh to think of Desiree with a baby. Why, it seemed but yesterday that Desiree was little more than a baby herself; when Monsieur in riding through the gateway of […]
THE BOARDING HOUSE by James Joyce
THE BOARDING HOUSE by James Joyce MRS. MOONEY was a butcher’s daughter. She was a woman who was quite able to keep things to herself: a determined woman. She had married her father’s foreman and opened a butcher’s shop near Spring Gardens. But as soon as his father-in-law was dead Mr. Mooney began to go […]
War by Jack London
WAR by Jack London HE was a young man, not more than twenty-four or five, and he might have sat his horse with the careless grace of his youth had he not been so catlike and tense. His black eyes roved everywhere, catching the movements of twigs and branches where small birds hopped, questing ever […]
THE MAN WITHOUT A COUNTRY by Edward Everett Hale
THE MAN WITHOUT A COUNTRY “NOLAN. Died, on board U. S. Corvette ‘Levant,’ [Note 3] Lat. 2° 11′ S., Long. 131° W., on the 11th of May, PHILIP NOLAN.” I happened to observe it, because I was stranded at the old Mission House in Mackinaw, waiting for a Lake Superior steamer which did not choose […]
THE YELLOW WALLPAPER by Charlotte Perkins Gilman
It is very seldom that mere ordinary people like John and myself secure ancestral halls for the summer.
A colonial mansion, a hereditary estate, I would say a haunted house, and reach the height of romantic felicity—but that would be asking too much of fate!
The Red-Headed League by Arthur Conan Doyle
I had called upon my friend, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, one day in the autumn of last year and found him in deep conversation with a very stout, florid-faced, elderly gentleman with fiery red hair.
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