Literature

The Shepherd’s Treasure Chest (A Tale From Ancient Persia) Once upon a time, a Persian shepherd lived simply in a hillside cave. He owned nothing…

On the road leading north from Manchester, in eastern Kentucky, to Booneville, twenty miles away, stood, in 1862, a wooden plantation house of somewhat better…

Jim Baker’s Blue-Jay Yarn by Mark Twain Animals talk to each other, of course. There can be no question about that, but I suppose there…

The man with the scarred face leant over the table and looked at my bundle. ‘Orchids?’ he asked. ‘A few,’ I said. ‘Cypripediums,’ he said.…

Gentle Hand by Mary Roberts Rinehart I did not hear the maiden’s name, but in my thought, I have ever since called her “Gentle Hand.”…

“In order to take that train,” said Colonel Levering, sitting in the Waldorf-Astoria hotel, “you will have to remain nearly all night in Atlanta. That…

The Squire’s Bride (A Tale From Norway) Once upon a time, there was a wealthy squire who owned a magnificent home, full of beautiful things…

He was a whiskey-guzzling Scotchman, and he downed his whiskey neat, beginning with his first tot punctually at six in the morning, and thereafter repeating…

For many years there lived near the town of Gallipolis, Ohio, an old man named Herman Deluse. Very little was known of his history, for…

A “stiff” is a tramp. It was once my fortune to travel a few weeks with a “push” that numbered two thousand. This was known…

At the intersection of two certain streets in that part of San Francisco known by the rather loosely applied name of North Beach, is a…

It was in the early days in Fiji, when John Starhurst arose in the mission house at Rewa Village and announced his intention of carrying…