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by F. Scott Fitzgerald Running footsteps—light, soft-soled shoes made of curious leathery cloth brought from Ceylon setting the pace; thick flowing boots, two pairs, dark

Tante Cat’rinette by Kate Chopin IT happened just as everyone had predicted. Tante Cat’rinette was beside herself with rage and indignation when she learned that

by Maxim Gorky The sky is clouded by the dark smoke rising from the harbor. The ardent sun gazes at the green sea through a

by H.H. Munro (SAKI) James Cushat-Prinkly was a young man who had always had a settled conviction that one of these days he would marry;

by Bret Harte I do not think that we ever knew his real name. Our ignorance of it certainly never gave us any social inconvenience,

by O. Henry Returning from a hunting trip, I waited at the little town of Los Pinos, in New Mexico, for the south-bound train, which

by Richard Connell §1 The blue prints and specifications in the case of Tidbury Epps follow: Age: the early thirties. Status: bachelor. Habitat: Mrs. Kelty’s

by Langston Hughes “Thank You, Ma’am” is a American short story written by Langston Hughes. The story was published in 1958 and is not in

Terror by Anton Chekhov My Friend’s Story DMITRI PETROVITCH SILIN had taken his degree and entered the government service in Petersburg, but at thirty he

by Jack London The month in which my seventeenth birthday arrived I signed on before the mast on the Sophie Sutherland, a three-topmast schooner bound

by Guy de Maupassant The household lived frugally on the meager income derived from the husband’s insignificant appointments. Two children had been born of the

by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle THAT LITTLE SQUARE BOX. “All aboard?” said the captain. “All aboard, sir!” said the mate. “Then stand by to let

by Edna Ferber We all have our ambitions. Mine is to sit in a rocking-chair on the sidewalk at the corner of Clark and Randolph

by Edna Ferber Theresa Platt (she had been Terry Sheehan) watched her husband across the breakfast table with eyes that smoldered. But Orville Platt was

by Guy de Maupassant I “Here, my friend,” I said to Labarbe, “you have just repeated those five words, that pig of a Morin. Why

by Mark Twain When I was twenty-seven years old, I was a mining-broker’s clerk in San Francisco, and an expert in all the details of

by Jack London I don’t think much of Stephen Mackaye any more, though I used to swear by him. I know that in those days

by Mark Twain Chapter I Lakeside was a pleasant little town of five or six thousand inhabitants, and a rather pretty one, too, as towns

by Richard Connell “Rather thirsty this morning, eh, Mr. Addicks?” inquired Cowdin, the chief purchasing agent. The “Mister” was said with a long, hissing “s”

by Jerome K. Jerome You ask him to dine with you on Thursday to meet a few people who are anxious to know him. “Now

by Washington Irving BY GEOFFREY CRAYON. On the summit of a craggy hill, a spur of the mountains of Ronda, stands the castle of Allora,

by Guy de Maupassant Daddy Taille had three daughters: Anna, the eldest, who was scarcely ever mentioned in the family; Rose, the second girl, who

by O. Henry Spilled milk draws few tears from an Anchurian administration. Many are its lacteal sources; and the clocks’ hands point forever to milking

by Washington Irving In the early part of the fifteenth century, when Prince Henry of Portugal, of worthy memory, was pushing the career of discovery