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by Stewart Edward White During one spring of the early seventies Billy Knapp ran a species of road-house and hotel at the crossing of the

by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu Let the reader fancy a soft summer evening, the fresh dews falling on bush and flower. The sun has just

by Charles Dickens MY name is Meek. I am, in fact, Mr. Meek. That son is mine and Mrs. Meek’s. When I saw the announcement

by P. G. Wodehouse He was black, but comely. Obviously in reduced circumstances, he had nevertheless contrived to retain a certain smartness, a certain air–what

by Rudyard Kipling The oldest trouble in the world comes from want of understanding. And it is entirely the fault of the woman. Somehow, she

by Henry Lawson They called him Black Joe, and me White Joe, by way of distinction and for the convenience of his boss (my uncle),

by Rudyard Kipling To the wake av Tim O’Hara Came company, All St. Patrick’s Alley Was there to see. _Robert Buchanan._ As the Three Musketeers

by Mary Roberts Rinehart “I should like to do that, every day, for a year to come,” said Mr. William Everett, rubbing his hands together

by Jerome K. Jerome It was towards the end of August. He and I appeared to be the only two men left to the Club.

by O. Henry Alas for the man and for the artist with the shifting point of perspective! Life shall be a confusion of ways to

by Katherine Mansfield Although Bertha Young was thirty she still had moments like this when she wanted to run instead of walk, to take dancing

by Laura E. Richards A PAPER-MILL STORY “I wouldn’t, Lena!” “Well, I guess I shall!” “Don’t, Lena! please don’t! you will be sorry, I am

by W. W. Jacobs Venia Turnbull in a quiet, unobtrusive fashion was enjoying herself. The cool living-room at Turnbull’s farm was a delightful contrast to

by Virginia Woolf Published in 1921, Blue & Green was one of eight short stories in her collection, Monday or Tuesday. GREEN THE POINTED FINGERS

by W. W. Jacobs “GRATITOODE!” said the night-watchman, with a hard laugh. “_Hmf!_ Don’t talk to me about gratitoode; I’ve seen too much of it.

by Stephen Leacock DEFINITIONS AND AXIOMS All boarding-houses are the same boarding-house. Boarders in the same boarding-house and on the same flat are equal to

by Bret Harte It is but just to the respectable memory of San Francisco that in these vagrant recollections I should deprecate at once any

Bon-Bon by Edgar Allan Poe Quand un bon vin meuble mon estomac Je suis plus savant que Balzac- Plus sage que Pibrac; Mon brass seul

by Guy de Maupassant Father Boitelle (Antoine) made a specialty of undertaking dirty jobs all through the countryside. Whenever there was a ditch or a

Boots by Anton Chekhov A PIANO-TUNER called Murkin, a close-shaven man with a yellow face, with a nose stained with snuff, and cotton-wool in his

by Henry van Dyke “It is one thing,” said my Uncle Peter, “to be perfectly honest. But it is quite another thing to tell the

Both Cheeks by Mary E. Wilkins Freeman Both Cheeks first appeared in The Saturday Evening Post (November, 1917). “I think you ought to present that

by Stephen Leacock Claude Monet, Man with a Big Cigar, 1855 Claude Monet, Man with a Big Cigar, 1855 You might think that borrowing a

by T.S. Arthur “Of course. You may always set that down as certain when you see two persons who have formerly been on good terms