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“What is this opportunity?” Conger asked. “Go on. I’m interested.” The room was silent; all faces were fixed on Conger still in the drab prison…

It was plain that Washington was troubled. As he paced the piazza of the stately Murray mansion one fine autumn afternoon, he was saying half…

All through the first summer and the early part of autumn, the Pilgrims were busy and happy. They had planted and cared for their first…

At five o’clock Ed Loyce washed up, tossed on his hat and coat, got his car out and headed across town toward his TV sales…

Sixty years ago, up among the New Hampshire hills lived Farmer Bassett, with a house full of sturdy sons and daughters growing up about him.…

“Look here, Burger,” said Kennedy, “I do wish that you would confide in me.” The two famous students of Roman remains sat together in Kennedy’s…

My daily paper just now is full of mathematical difficulties, submitted by its readers for the amusement of one of its staff. Every morning he…

Last night the waiter put the celery on with the cheese, and I knew that summer was indeed dead. Other signs of autumn there may…

One September afternoon in the year of grace 1840 Avery and Janet Sparhallow were picking apples in their Uncle Daniel Sparhallow’s big orchard. It was…

Prissy Baker was in Oscar Miller’s store New Year’s morning, buying matches for New Year’s was not kept as a business holiday in Quincy when…

Fine carriage with rubber tyres, a fat coachman, and velvet on the seats, rolled up to the house of a landowner called Gryabov. Fyodor Andreitch…

Two young people who had not long been married were walking up and down the platform of a little country station. His arm was round…