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by H.G. Wells A He had thought the window cheerful to begin with, but now he thanked God for it many times a day. Within,

by Rudyard Kipling “And some are sulky, while some will plunge [So ho! Steady! Stand still, you!]Some you must gentle, and some you must lunge.

by Rudyard Kipling The Policeman rode through the Himalayan forest, under the moss-draped oaks, and his orderly trotted after him. ‘It’s an ugly business, Bhere

by Netta Syrett The tents were pitched in the little plain surrounded by hills. Right and left there were stretches of tender, vivid green where

by O. Henry A Successful Political Intrigue CHAPTER I It is not generally known that Tictocq, the famous French detective, was in Austin last week.

by Guy de Maupassant The boulevard, that river of humanity, was alive with people in the golden light of the setting sun. The whole sky

by L. Frank Baum The Nome King was unpleasantly angry. He had carelessly bitten his tongue at breakfast and it still hurt; so he roared

by Rudyard Kipling By the hoof of the Wild Goat up-tossedFrom the Cliff where She lay in the Sun, Fell the StoneTo the Tarn where

by Rudyard Kipling By the hoof of the Wild Goat up-tossed From the Cliff where She lay in the Sun, Fell the Stone To the

by Alice Dunbar-Nelson It was cold that day. The great sharp north-wind swept out Elysian Fields Street in blasts that made men shiver, and bent

by H.H. Munro (SAKI) It was a chill, rain-washed afternoon of a late August day, that indefinite season when partridges are still in security or

by Charles Dickens One, two, three, four, five. There were five of them. Five couriers, sitting on a bench outside the convent on the summit

by W. W. Jacobs The old man sat outside the Cauliflower Inn, looking crossly up the road. He was fond of conversation, but the pedestrian

by Rudyard Kipling The World hath set its heavy yokeUpon the old white-bearded folk Who strive to please the King.God’s mercy is upon the young,God’s

by Jack London Day had broken cold and grey, exceedingly cold and grey, when the man turned aside from the main Yukon trail and climbed

by O. Henry Tobin and me, the two of us, went down to Coney one day, for there was four dollars between us, and Tobin

by Guy de Maupassant He was known for thirty miles round was father Toine–fat Toine, Toine- my-extra, Antoine Macheble, nicknamed Burnt-Brandy–the innkeeper of Tournevent. It

by O. Henry The Hermit of the Hudson was hustling about his cave with unusual animation. The cave was on or in the top of

by Jack London THOUGH dim night-lights burned, she moved familiarly through the big rooms and wide halls, seeking vainly the half-finished book of verse she

by Jack London Me? I’m not a drooler. I’m the assistant, I don’t know what Miss Jones or Miss Kelsey could do without me. There

by Guy de Maupassant The five friends had finished dinner, five men of the world, mature, rich, three married, the two others bachelors. They met

by O. Henry AT TEN o’clock P. M. Felicia, the maid, left by the basement door with the policeman to get a raspberry phosphate around

by P. G. Wodehouse This story will interest and amuse all cricketers, and while from the male point of view it may serve as a

by Joseph Conrad What was known of Captain Hagberd in the little seaport of Colebrook was not exactly in his favour. He did not belong