The Procession Of Life
Life figures itself to me as a festal or funereal procession. All of us have our places, and are to move onward under the direction…
Literature
According to Their Lights
According to Their Lights by O. Henry Somewhere in the depths of the big city, where the unquiet dregs are forever being shaken together, young…
The Sister-Years
Last night, between eleven and twelve o’clock, when the Old Year was leaving her final footprints on the borders of Time’s empire, she found herself…
How I Edited an Agricultural Paper
How I Edited an Agricultural Paper by Mark Twain I did not take temporary editorship of an agricultural paper without misgivings. Neither would a landsman…
Saint Francis and the Animals
Saint Francis and the Animals Long ago there lived a man named Francis who was born to a wealthy Italian merchant. Francis was generous beyond…
The Spider’s Gift
The Spider’s Gift (A South American Folktale) Long ago a boy stood at the spring outside his village collecting buckets of water in earthen jars.…
The Crystal Crypt
Stark terror ruled the Inner-Flight ship on that last Mars-Terra run. For the black-clad Leiters were on the prowl… and the grim red planet was…
The Gentle Boy
In the course of the year 1656, several of the people called Quakers, led, as they professed, by the inward movement of the spirit, made…
The Ambitious Guest
One September night a family had gathered round their hearth, and piled it high with the driftwood of mountain streams, the dry cones of the…
Piper In the Woods
“Well, Corporal Westerburg,” Doctor Henry Harris said gently, “just why do you think you’re a plant?” As he spoke, Harris glanced down again at the…
Sunday At Home
Every Sabbath morning in the summer-time I thrust back the curtain to watch the sunrise stealing down a steeple which stands opposite my chamber window.…
Of Withered Apples
Something was tapping on the window. Blowing up against the pane, again and again. Carried by the wind. Tapping faintly, insistently. Lori, sitting on the…
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