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by Charlotte M. Yonge 1622 In the early summer of the year 1605, a coasting vessel was sailing along the beautiful Gulf of Lyons, the

by O. Henry Twenty-five years ago the school children used to chant their lessons. The manner of their delivery was a singsong recitative between the

by Katherine Mansfield The Picton boat was due to leave at half-past eleven. It was a beautiful night, mild, starry, only when they got out

by Rudyard Kipling ‘If you go once round the world in an easterly direction, you gain one day,’ said the men of science to John

by Robert Louis Stevenson This unpublished story, preserved among Mrs. Stevenson’s papers, is mentioned by Mr. Balfour in his life of Stevenson. Writing of the

by Mark Twain It was a time of great and exalting excitement. The country was up in arms, the war was on, in every breast

by Guy de Maupassant As we sat chatting after dinner, a party of men, the conversation turned on women, for lack of something else. One

by Ivan S. Turgenev AN OLD MAN’S STORY I I will tell you my adventures with a watch. It is a curious story. It happened

by Mary Hallock Foote I. The far-Eastern company was counting its Western acres under water contracts. The acres were in first crops, waiting for the

by Jack London I lent a weary ear to old Kohokumu’s interminable chanting of the deeds and adventures of Maui, the Promethean demi-god of Polynesia

by Bram Stoker I knew both Michael Hennessey and his wife Katty, though under the local pronunciation of the surname-Hinnessey. I had often gone into

by Ellis Parker Butler “And then,” said the landscape gardener, combing his silky, pointed beard gently with his long, artistic fingers, “in the lake you

by Rudyard Kipling The guns of the Field-Battery were ambushed behind white-thorned mimosas, scarcely taller than their wheels, that marked the line of a dry

The Wayside. Introductory. by Nathaniel Hawthorne A short time ago, I was favored with a flying visit from my young friend Eustace Bright, whom I

by W. W. Jacobs Mr. Gribble sat in his small front parlour in a state of angry amazement. It was half-past six and there was

by H.H. Munro (SAKI) The Baroness and Clovis sat in a much-frequented corner of the Park exchanging biographical confidences about the long succession of passers-by.

by Charles W. Chesnutt I Within a low clapboarded hut, with an open front, a forge was glowing. In front a blacksmith was shoeing a

by W. W. Jacobs Two men stood in the billiard-room of an old country house, talking. Play, which had been of a half-hearted nature, was

by Henry van Dyke Before Toinette Girard made up her mind to marry Prosper Leclere,–you remember the man at Abbeville who had such a brave

by Jack London It was in the early days in Fiji, when John Starhurst arose in the mission house at Rewa Village and announced his

by Henry van Dyke I The real location of a city house depends upon the pictures which hang upon its walls. They are its neighbourhood

by O. Henry JUSTICE-OF-THE-PEACE Benaja Widdup sat in the door of his office smoking his elder-stem pipe. Halfway to the zenith the Cumberland range rose

by Jack London “TO cook by your fire and to sleep under your roof for the night,” I had announced on entering old Ebbits’s cabin;

by W. W. Jacobs The traveller stood looking from the tap-room window of the _Cauliflower_ at the falling rain. The village street below was empty,