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by Robert Louis Stevenson ‘Now,’ said the doctor, ‘my part is done, and, I may say, with some vanity, well done. It remains only to

Old Age by Anton Chekhov UZELKOV, an architect with the rank of civil councillor, arrived in his native town, to which he had been invited

by Arthur Quiller-Couch From Noughts and Crosses: Stories, Studies and Sketches. Judge between me and my guest, the stranger within my gates, the man whom

by Guy de Maupassant The humid gray sky seemed to weigh down on the vast brown plain. The odor of autumn, the sad odor of

by H. P. Lovecraft An Extemporaneous Sob Story by Marcus Lollius, Proconsul of Gaul Sheehan’s Pool Room, which adorns one of the lesser alleys in

Old Aunt Peggy by Kate Chopin WHEN the war was over, old Aunt Peggy went to Monsieur, and said: – “Massa, I ain’t never gwine

by Guy de Maupassant This entire stretch of country was amazing; it was characterized by a grandeur that was almost religious, and yet it had

by Nikolai Vasilievich Gogol I am very fond of the modest life of those isolated owners of distant villages, which are usually called “old-fashioned” in

Old English Poetry by Edgar Allan Poe It should not be doubted that at least one-third of the affection with which we regard the elder

by Guy de Maupassant IN THE OFFICE OLD MONGILET WAS LOOKED ON AS A “character.” He was an old employee, a good-natured creature, who had

by L. Frank Baum Published in L. Frank Baum’s first children’s book, Mother Goose in Prose (1897), illustrated by Maxfield Parrish. You might also enjoy

by Joseph Martin Kronheim Old Mother Goose and Her Son Jack was published in My First Picture Book, Printed in colours by Kronheim (1875). You

by Zane Grey He bought a ticket at the 25-cent window, and edging his huge bulk through the turnstile, laboriously followed the noisy crowd toward

Old Woman Magoun by Mary E. Wilkins Freeman Old Woman Magoun first appeared in Harper’s New Monthly Magazine (October, 1905). The hamlet of Barry’s Ford

by H.H. Munro (SAKI) Of all the genuine Bohemians who strayed from time to time into the would-be Bohemian circle of the Restaurant Nuremberg, Owl

On a Mountain by Ambrose Bierce They say that the lumberman has looked upon the Cheat Mountain country and seen that it is good, and

by William Makepeace Thackeray At the close (let us say) of Queen Anne’s reign, when I was a boy at a private and preparatory school

by Maxim Gorky The water of the river was smooth, and dull silver of tint. Also, so barely perceptible was the current that it seemed

by Rabindranath Tagore “Once upon a time there was a king.” When we were children there was no need to know who the king in

by Charles Dickens HOW goes the night? Saint Giles’s clock is striking nine. The weather is dull and wet, and the long lines of street

by Stephen Leacock Like most other men I have from time to time been stricken with a desire to make collections of things. It began

by O. Henry The judge of the United States court of the district lying along the Rio Grande border found the following letter one morning

by Maxim Gorky Once in the autumn I happened to be in a very unpleasant and inconvenient position. In the town where I had just