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by Edna Ferber The City was celebrating New Year’s Eve. Spelled thus, with a capital C, know it can mean but New York. In the

by Algernon Blackwood When the words ‘Not Guilty’ sounded through the crowded courtroom that dark December afternoon, Arthur Wilbraham, the great criminal KC, and leader

by Washington Irving TO THE EDITOR OF THE KNICKERBOCKER SIR, In the course of a tour which I made in Sicily, in the days of

by Zane Grey “Yes, Carroll, I got my notice. Maybe it’s no surprise to you. And there’s one more thing I want to say. You’re

by Rudyard Kipling Published in Kipling’s collection of fantasy stories, Puck of Pook’s Hill, illustrated by Harold Robert Millar (1906). This story is about a

by W. W. Jacobs The master of the barge Arabella sat in the stern of his craft with his right arm leaning on the tiller.

by O. Henry New York City, they said, was deserted; and that accounted, doubtless, for the sounds carrying so far in the tranquil summer air.

by Arthur Quiller-Couch [Or so much as is told of her by Paschal Tonkin, steward and major-domo to the lamented John Milliton, of Pengersick Castle,

by Arthur Quiller-Couch “All day within the dreamy house The doors upon their hinges creak’d, The blue fly sung in the pane; the mouse Behind

by Katherine Mansfield Eleven o’clock. A knock at the door … I hope I haven’t disturbed you, madam. You weren’t asleep – were you? But

by Frank Stockton IN THE very olden time, there lived a semi-barbaric king, whose ideas, though somewhat polished and sharpened by the progressiveness of distant

The Lady With The Little Dog by Anton Chekhov I IT was said that a new person had appeared on the sea-front: a lady with

by Edith Wharton I IT was the autumn after I had the typhoid. I’d been three months in hospital, and when I came out I

by Joseph Conrad The white man, leaning with both arms over the roof of the little house in the stern of the boat, said to

by Charles Dickens ‘If you talk of Murphy and Francis Moore, gentlemen,’ said the lamplighter who was in the chair, ‘I mean to say that

by James Fenimore Cooper The Seneca is remarkable for its “Wandering Jew,” and the “Lake Gun.” The first is a tree so balanced that when

by Rudyard Kipling The Chief Engineer’s sleeping suit was of yellow striped with blue, and his speech was the speech of Aberdeen. They sluiced the

The Landscape Garden by Edgar Allan Poe The garden like a lady fair was cut That lay as if she slumbered in delight, And to

by Melville Davisson Post I could not sleep and my friends had dropped in. I had the big South room on the second floor of

by Aesop A Lark made her nest in a field of young wheat. As the days passed, the wheat stalks grew tall and the young

by Hans Christian Andersen Though not as well known as The Little Match Girl, this is another excellent Christmas Story by Hans Christian Andersen. IN

by Kathleen Norris A blazing afternoon of mid-July lay warmly over the old Carolan house, and over the dusty, neglected gardens that enclosed it. The

by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu Being a third Extract from the legacy of the late Francis Purcell, P. P. of Drumcoolagh. There is something in

The Last Gift by Mary E. Wilkins Freeman The Last Gift first appeared in Harper’s New Monthly Magazine (February, 1903). Robinson Carnes pilgrimmed along the