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by H.H. Munro (SAKI) “Starling Chatter and Oakhill have both dropped back in the betting,” said Bertie van Tahn, throwing the morning paper across the

by Willa Cather Two very shabby looking young men stood at the corner of Prairie Avenue and Eightieth Street, looking despondently at the carriages that

by Bret Harte The four men on the “Zip Coon” Ledge had not got fairly settled to their morning’s work. There was the usual lingering

by Edna Ferber This is not a baseball story. The grandstand does not rise as one man and shout itself hoarse with joy. There isn’t

by Mark Twain Two or three persons having at different times intimated that if I would write an autobiography they would read it when they

by Grace MacGowan Cooke A boy in an unnaturally clean, country-laundered collar walked down a long white road. He scuffed the dust up wantonly, for

by George Gissing From The House of Cobwebs and Other Stories (1906). Among the men whom I saw occasionally at the little club in Mortimer

by O. Henry In those days the cattlemen were the anointed. They were the grandees of the grass, kings of the kine, lords of the

by W. W. Jacobs The sun was just rising as the small tub-like steamer, or, to be more correct, steam-barge, the Bulldog, steamed past the

by Henry Lawson The Oracle and I were camped together. The Oracle was a bricklayer by trade, and had two or three small contracts on

by Alice Dunbar-Nelson There is a merry jangle of bells in the air, an all-pervading sense of jester’s noise, and the flaunting vividness of royal

by Algernon Blackwood Jim Shorthouse was the sort of fellow who always made a mess of things. Everything with which his hands or mind came

by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle “My dear fellow,” said Sherlock Holmes as we sat on either side of the fire in his lodgings at Baker

by Robert Barr “O, underneath the blood red sun, No bloodier deed was ever done! Nor fiercer retribution sought The hand that first red ruin

by Algernon Blackwood At the moorland cross-roads Martin stood examining the sign-post for several minutes in some bewilderment. The names on the four arms were

by William Dean Howells The stranger was a guest of Halson’s, and Halson himself was a comparative stranger, for he was of recent election to

A Chameleon by Anton Chekhov Once again Chekhov is takes the overtly vertical and hierarchical structure of Russian society to task, using a policeman’s flexible

by O. Henry Somewhere in the depths of the big city, where the unquiet dregs are forever being shaken together, young Murray and the Captain

by Henry van Dyke There were three neighbours who lived side by side in a certain village. They were bound together by the contiguousness of

by W. W. Jacobs “Yes, I’ve sailed under some ‘cute skippers in my time,” said the night- watchman; “them that go down in big ships

by O. Henry Nine o’clock at last, and the drudging toil of the day was ended. Lena climbed to her room in the third half-story

by O. Henry O. Henry’s A Chaparral Christmas Gift is an off-beat Christmas story, a real shoot ’em up Western story featuring Frio Kid who

by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu Being a Tenth Extract from the Legacy of the Late Francis Purcell, P.P. of Drumcoolagh INTRODUCTION. In the following narrative,

by George Gissing From The House of Cobwebs and Other Stories (1906). ‘I must be firm,’ said Miss Shepperson to herself, as she poured out