The Mysterious Portrait

The Mysterious Portrait

Part I Nowhere did so many people pause as before the little picture-shop in the Shtchukinui Dvor. This little shop contained, indeed, the most varied…
The Judge’s House

The Judge’s House

When the time for his examination drew near Malcolm Malcolmson made up his mind to go somewhere to read by himself. He feared the attractions…
Tio Conejo Flies to Heaven

Tio Conejo Flies to Heaven

Tio Conejo Flies to Heaven (A Tale From South America) Once upon a time Uncle Rabbit, who is called Tio Conejo, was searching in the…
Blessings on the Innocent (A Jewish Tale)

Blessings on the Innocent (A Jewish Tale)

Blessings on the Innocent (A Jewish Tale) Long ago, a traveler journeyed all over the known world, seeking to learn all he could about the…
The Cats Of Ulthar

The Cats Of Ulthar

It is said that in Ulthar, which lies beyond the river Skai, no man may kill a cat; and this I can verily believe as…
How the Widow Won the Deacon

How the Widow Won the Deacon

How the Widow Won the Deacon by William James Lampton Of course, the Widow Stimson never tried to win Deacon Hawkins, nor any other man,…
Old-Fashioned Farmers

Old-Fashioned Farmers

I am very fond of the modest life of those isolated owners of distant villages, which are usually called “old-fashioned” in Little Russia (the Ukraine),…
The Phantom Coach

The Phantom Coach

The circumstances I am about to relate to you have truth to recommend them. They happened to myself, and my recollection of them is as…
The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras

The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras

The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County by Mark Twain In compliance with the request of a friend of mine, who wrote me from the…
A May Evening

A May Evening

There were sounds of merriment in the village, and a chorus of song murmured, stream-like, through its single street. It was the hour when lads…
The Bees Are Born

The Bees Are Born

Long ago, when the world was young, two villages sat on either side of a hill in the southern mountains of Spain. The people of…
Lost Hearts

Lost Hearts

It was, as far as I can ascertain, in September of the year 1811 that a post-chaise drew up before the door of Aswarby Hall,…
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