Literature

Willard Greddie, consul for the United States in Coralio, was working leisurely on his yearly report. Goodwin, who had strolled in as he did daily…

I Professor Mark Ebor, the scientist, led a double life, and the only persons who knew it were his assistant, Dr. Laidlaw, and his publishers.…

Since the bar has been blessed by the clergy, and cocktails open the dinners of the elect, one may speak of the saloon. Teetotalers need…

I Hibbert, always conscious of two worlds, was in this mountain village conscious of three. It lay on the slopes of the Valais Alps, and…

A Bitter Experiences Occasional Trip – Story Writing Far up in the mountains of Canada, there is an old abandoned log cabin. Once it was…

Brown as a coffee-berry, rugged, pistoled, spurred, wary, indefeasible, I saw my old friend, Deputy-Marshal Buck Caperton, stumble, with jingling rowels, into a chair in…

Two men in a smoking-room were talking of their private-school days. “At our school,” said A., “we had a ghost’s footmark on the staircase.” “What…

Inexorably Sam Galloway saddled his pony. He was going away from the Rancho Altito at the end of a three-month visit. It is not to…

A thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could; but when he ventured upon insult, I vowed revenge. You, who so well…

Long, long ago, there lived an old farmer and his wife who had made their home in the mountains, far from any town. Their only…

Weigall, continental and detached, tired early of grouse shooting. To stand propped against a sod fence while his host’s workmen routed up the birds with…

One day Gimme the Ax said to himself, “Today I go to the post office and around, looking around. Maybe I will hear about something…