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Once upon a time, a widower had three daughters. The two older girls were frivolous and foolish; they loved only to dress in fine clothing,…

Hyacinth by H.H. Munro (SAKI) “The new fashion of introducing the candidate’s children into an election contest is a pretty one,” said Mrs. Panstreppon; “it…

Springtime a la Carte by O. Henry It was a day in March. Never, never begin a story this way when you write one. No…

In the morning calm of Korea, when its peace and tranquillity truly merited its ancient name, “Cho-sen,” there lived a politician by name Yi Chin…

“But this painter!” cried Walter Ludlow, with animation. “He not only excels in his peculiar art, but possesses vast acquirements in all other learning and…

Long ago a rajah and his wife had one son. They adored him and surrounded him with every comfort. They hoped he would stay with…

Reddish-yellow sunlight filtered through the thick quartz windows into the sleep-compartment. Tony Rossi yawned, stirred a little, then opened his black eyes and sat up…

Long ago, in the city of Tangiers, in Morocco, there lived a proud and haughty princess. Many suitors came to ask for her hand in…

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…

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…

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 by Mark Twain I did not take temporary editorship of an agricultural paper without misgivings. Neither would a landsman…