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by Jack London When John Fox came into a country where whisky freezes solid and may be used as a paper-weight for a large part

by Guy de Maupassant Roger de Tourneville was whiffing a cigar and blowing out small clouds of smoke every now and then, as he sat

by O. Henry PRITHEE, smite the poet in the eye when he would sing to you praises of the month of May. It is a

by T.S. Arthur “Come, William, a single day, out of three hundred and sixty-five, is not much,” “True, Henry Thorne. Nor is the single drop

The Marshal’s Widow by Anton Chekhov A popular annual luncheon thrown by a widow to honor her husband. Only problem. Alcohol put him in his

by Guy de Maupassant There was a masquerade ball at the Elysee-Montmartre that evening. It was the ‘Mi-Careme’, and the crowds were pouring into the

by Hans Christian Andersen This Hans Christian Andersen’s fairy tale is about a pair of storks who winter in Egypt then fly to Denmark to

by Edgar Allan Poe Illustration for Edgar Allan Poe’s story “The Masque of the Red Death” by Harry Clarke (1889-1931), published in 1919. The red

by Jack London There was complaint in the village. The women chattered together with shrill, high-pitched voices. The men were glum and doubtful of aspect,

by Henry Lawson William Spencer stayed away from school that hot day, and “went swimming”. The master wrote a note to William’s father, and gave

by Jerome K. Jerome The fault that most people will find with this story is that it is unconvincing. Its scheme is improbable, its atmosphere

by H.H. Munro (SAKI) The grill-room clock struck eleven with the respectful unobtrusiveness of one whose mission in life is to be ignored. When the

by Arthur Quiller-Couch From Noughts and Crosses: Stories, Studies and Sketches. One of these days I hope to write a treatise on the Mayors of

by Edna Ferber Called upon to describe Aunt Sophy, you would have to coin a term or fall back on the dictionary definition of a

by Kathleen Norris Duncan Coppered felt that his father’s second marriage was a great mistake. He never said so; that would not have been Duncan’s

by Mark Twain The conversation drifted smoothly and pleasantly along from weather to crops, from crops to literature, from literature to scandal, from scandal to

The Maypole of Merry Mount by Nathaniel Hawthorne There is an admirable foundation for a philosophic romance in the curious history of the early settlement

by Jack London I. Half the time the wind blew a gale, and Smoke Bellew staggered against it along the beach. In the gray of

by Jack London When Big Jim Belden ventured the apparently innocuous proposition that mush-ice was ‘rather pecooliar,’ he little dreamed of what it would lead

by O. Henry Miss Lynnette D’Armande turned her back on Broadway. This was but tit for tat, be- cause Broadway had often done the same

by Bret Harte Some forty years ago, on the northern coast of California, near the Golden Gate, stood a lighthouse. Of a primitive class, since

The Merino Sheep by Banjo Paterson People have got the impression that the merino is a gentle, bleating animal that gets its living without trouble

by Honore de Balzac King Louis The Eleventh was a merry fellow, loving a good joke, and– the interests of his position as king, and

by Stephen Crane On the brow of a pine-plumed hillock there sat a little man with his back against a tree. A venerable pipe hung