088 06/35 The Roar Devil
The Roar Devil -- he shook the earth. He stopped all sound. He had a vast organization of desperate criminals at his command. Now the good citizens of Powertown were terrorized. At any moment the Roar Devil might strike again. They sent for the only person whose cunning and skill could defeat him -- the Man of Bronze.

098b 04/45 Cargo Unknown
Doc Savage's men are on a top secret mission aboard the Pilotfish when the submarine explodes and sinks to the ocean floor. The Man of Bronze tracks down the treacherous vipers behind the sabotage and searches for the purgatory of terror 200 feet below the ocean surface -- with only 12 hours of air left!

109a 08/44 The Shape of Terror
A sinister plot is underway, and it all begins with the incredible and horrifying death of Doc Savage. Everyone says it is an accident, but Monk and Ham know the truth -- and that means they know too much. For the terrifying plan to succeed, Monk and Ham must die too!

126b 11/43 The Secret of the Su
The Nazis have offered three million dollars for the ancient treasure -- and the insidious Dr. Light is eager to betray his country to feed his lust for power. Doc Savage and his amazing crew race toward the devastating secret buried in the Everglades. Deep in the jungle, they must battle a race of warriors from the lost continent of Atlantis -- with the fate of the civilized world at stake!

132d 07/45 King Joe Cay
What do a coral reef, a purse, a fat man, and two captivating women have in common? As Doc Savage soon discovers, the perilous answer lies at a Bahamas fortress -- in the hands of the most vicious cut-throats in captivity.

138e 02/45 Strange Fish
A gorgeous heiress, a mysterious fat man, an unlovely fish, and murder -- they all bring Doc and his crew to a Midwest ranch, a bloody playground for the most cunning madmen on earth!

154i 06/45 The Terrible Stork
Why are people being murdered for a cheap tin statuette of a stork? The search for an answer takes Doc and his crew from a Long Island cemetery at night to a secret vault in the lowest and most dangerous depths of the Grand Canyon!

162k 08/45 The Wee Ones
Hysterical tales of tiny half-human creatures sweep through town. Even the idea of such monsters seemed insane to Doc and his crew -- but one thing was very real: the trail of blood!

163k 09/45 Terror Takes 7
A young beauty's terror takes the most bizarre shapes. A coonskin cap, an exotic collection of rare orchids, a flintlock rifle, and a disappearing butler combine to create the most puzzling mystery of Doc's career!

AMERICAN MILITARY HISTORY
Etext from the Center Of Military History, United States Army

Reminiscences Of Sir Henry Hawkins--Henry Hawkins Brampton
I knew pretty well where to begin--which is a great point, I think, in advocacy--and began in the right place. I must repeat that the prisoner boldly asserted, when the evidence was given as to the finding of his cap close to the spot where the outrage was committed, that it was his cap, but that he had not worn it on that night, having lent it to one of the other men, whom he then named. This was, to my mind, a very important point in this second trial, and I made a note of it to assist me at a later period of the case. If this was true, the strong corroboration of the keeper's evidence of identity was gone. Indeed, it went a good deal further in its value than that, for it may have been the finding of the prisoner's cap that induced the belief that the man whose face he saw was the prisoner's!

"Single Arrest" Dugan--By PAUL HAWK
'Single Arrest' Dugan never made more than one arrest on a case. But this sensational Larkin murder sorely tried his system.

'Tis Sixty Years Since--Charles Francis Adams
Such, briefly and comprehensively stated, having been the situation in 1853, it remains to consider the practical outcome thereof during the sixty years it has been my fortune to take part, either as an actor or as an observer, in the great process of evolution. It is curious to note the extent to which the unexpected has come about. In the first place, consider the all-absorbing mid-century political issue, that involving the race question, to which I first referred,--the issue which divided the South from the North, and which, eight years only after I had entered college, carried me from the walks of civil life into the calling of arms.

020 05/35 The Secret in the Sky
A ball of fire streaks across the heavens leaving death and ruin in its wake -- A machine of terror which cannot be halted -- An amazing intelligence capable of rendering an entire continent barren... All America trembles as Doc Savage grapples with the most awesome challenge of his astonishing career!

094 01/45 Violent Night
World War II is drawing to a close. Hitler rigs an assassination of a look-alike double in a daring plot to save his ruined Reich -- then disappears. America calls on its greatest hero -- Doc Savage -- to track down this most evil of adversaries and stop the phony martyrdom. Joining him in this last-ditch crusade are a wide assortment of Allied agents -- one of whom may be the fleeing Fuhrer himself!

097a 11/44 Satan Black
The Man of Bronze is pegged for murder in a family feud over a pipeline stretching from Arkansas to the Atlantic. The precious oil it carries is needed by the army for the invasion of Europe that will end the war. Only Doc Savage and his fearless sidekicks can find the real culprit and see that the pipeline gets built -- at the risk of death by dynamite!

100b 12/44 The Lost Giant
Across the Arctic wastes, Doc Savage races deadly enemy agents on skis and in bombers -- to a remote island off the Greenland coast. The quarry is a secret so great that the future of nations hinges on Doc and his crew ... and their ability to stand solidly against menacing forces of evil.

101a 06/44 The Pharaoh's Ghost
In the mysterious land of the sphinx, Doc Savage and his crew confront a sinister foe -- who uses a pharaoh's curse and machine guns to carry out his evil will. Doc trails the malevolent genius to his remote hideout, just as his friends are scheduled for sacrifice to bloodthirsty gods!

103a 04/44 The Whisker of Hercules
A superhuman god springs from mythology to terrorize and destroy. Those who cross its malevolent path also discover a quick way to die. Doc Savage and his crew set out to stop this ancient evil, and just as Doc closes in -- he's face to face with a silver-haired Adonis!

104b 07/44 The Man Who Was Scared
A simple breakfast cereal sends Doc after a faceless criminal mastermind who is plotting nationwide horror. Following a wild battle in New York's Grand Central Station, Doc discovers two shuddering facts -- his crew has vanished, and the cops, army, and FBI want him for murder!

107a 10/44 Jiu San
A malevolent new leader has risen to terrorize the Western world. No one knows who he is. Doc, his crew, and a blonde war correspondent risk everything to find out. But to get the answers, they must face the death-dealing powers of a madman on the nighttime streets of a city known for its bloodthirsty killers -- Yokohama!

110b 02/44 Death Had Yellow Eyes
Out of the darkness, yellow and bodiless eyes peer into the faces of Doc Savage and his crew. And when Monk vanishes inside a locked room, Doc leaps to the rescue -- plunging straight into a vicious international maelstrom that could change the course of history!

111a 01/44 According to Plan of a One-Eyed Mystic
A criminal master of mind-control conspires to sell the ultimate weapon of terror and destruction to the Nazis. Only Doc and his daring crew can stop him. They trail their malevolent quarry to the frozen Arctic sea -- and fall into an icy evil trap of machine guns, U-boats and sheer insanity!

114b 03/45 The Ten Ton Snakes
A war hero running for his life and a mysteriously heavy cargo of exotic snake skins send Doc and his crew racing into the steaming jungles of Brazil. There, the Man of Bronze unearths a bizarre secret buried for centuries -- and battles a sinister force that marks him for instant execution!

136e 05/44 The Three Devils
A strange supernatural beast stalks the northern wilds. Can Doc put an end to its reign of terror -- before a ruthless band of fanatics puts an end to Doc?

140f 05/45 Rock Sinister
Two redheads, an ancient Mayan book, some mysterious photographs, and murder .... it all leads Doc and his crew to South America for a deadly showdown with gun-toting madmen!

158j 09/44 Weird Valley
A man who has found the secret of eternal life is murdered, and Doc's search for the truth leads to a hidden valley deep in Mexico -- where eternal life awaits some, and death awaits Doc!

178r 03/44 The Derelict of Skull Shoal
In the middle of the Atlantic Ocean a dog howls -- launching Doc and his crew on a high-seas adventure involving bloodthirsty pirates, man-eating sharks, and an island of zombie-killers!

20.000 Mijlen onder Zee--Jules Verne
20.000 Mijlen onder Zee: Oostelijk Halfrond

20.000 Mijlen onder Zee: Westelijk Halfrond--Jules Verne
In den nacht van 13 op 14 Maart richtte de Nautilus zich weer naar het zuiden. Ik dacht dat het vaartuig op de hoogte van kaap Hoorn den steven naar het westen zou wenden, om weer koers te zetten naar de Stille Zuidzee en aldus de onderzeesche reis om de aarde te eindigen; doch dit gebeurde niet en het schip vervolgde den tocht naar zuidelijker streken. Waar wilde de kapitein toch heen? Naar de Zuidpool? Dat was onzinnig; ik begon wezenlijk te gelooven, dat de roekeloosheid van Nemo de vrees van Ned Land rechtvaardigde.

A Beautiful Possibility--Edith Ferguson Black
His brain seemed on fire and the flashing thoughts blinded him with their glare. The letters rose from their sepulchre and, clothed in the majesty of a dead man's faith, looked at him with an awful reproach, until his very soul bowed in the dust with shame. His will still lay upon the desk, open at the paragraph 'to my dear niece, Evadne,' and the words 'in trust,' like red hot irons, branded him a felon in the sight of God and men!

A Beleaguered City
A Beleaguered City Being A Narrative of Certain Recent Events in the City of Semur, in the Department of the Haute Bourgogne. A Story of the Seen and the Unseen

A Bier for Baby--Dean Evans
She was all woman, and knew it. As gorgeous a babe as ever got caught in a murder web. . . .

A Catechism of the Steam Engine--John Bourne
134. Q.--What is meant by latent heat? A.--By latent heat is meant the heat existing in bodies which is not discoverable by the touch or by the thermometer, but which manifests its existence by producing a change of state. Heat is absorbed in the liquefaction of ice, and in the vaporization of water, yet the temperature does not rise during either process, and the heat absorbed is therefore said to become latent. The term is somewhat objectionable, as the effect proper to the absorption of heat has in each case been made visible; and it would be as reasonable to call hot water latent steam.

A Century of Negro Migration--Carter G. Woodson
In some of these cases the fugitives found themselves among men more hostile to them than their masters were, for many of the Union soldiers of the border States were slaveholders themselves and northern soldiers did not understand that they were fighting to free Negroes. The condition in which they were on arriving, moreover, was a new problem for the army. Some came naked, some in decrepitude, some afflicted with disease, and some wounded in their efforts to escape.

A Chain Of Italian Cities
The little town stood on a hill, a good space away, boxed in behind its perfect grey wall, and the monk crept slowly along and disappeared within the aperture. Everything was distinct in the clear air, and the view was like a bit of background in a Perugino. The winter is bare and brown enough in Southern Italy, and the earth has even a shabbier aspect than with ourselves, with whom the dark side of the year has a robust self-assurance which enables one to regard it very much as a fine nude statue.

A Chair on The Boulevard--Leonard Merrick
'And why should I be put to the trouble twice?' grumbled the other. 'Do you figure yourself that it is agreeable to hang? I passed a very bad time, I can assure you. If you had experienced it, you would not talk so lightly about 'another day.' The more I think of your impudent interference, the more it vexes me. And how dark it is! Get up and light the candle--it gives me the hump here.'

A Child's Anti-Slavery Book
'Yes, missus, and I don't know what'll come of poor Hasty when she knows it. She was here dis morning, and said that you had gone to Massa Nelson's, and was going to try to get me off; but I knowed how it would be; but I couldn't bar to cast her down when she was so hopeful like, so I didn't tell her I was sold. O Missus Jennings! do please comfort de poor soul, she's so sick and weak, she can hardly bar up. I used to give her all the arnings I got from people, but I can't give her any more. O Lord! it comes nigh breakin' me down when I think of it,' said Mark, the big tears coursing down his face.

A Child-World--James Whitcomb Riley
All seemed delighted, though the elders more,/ Of course, than were the children.--Thus, before/ Much interchange of mirthful compliment,/ The story-teller said his stories 'went"/ (Like a bad candle) best when they went out,--

A Christmas Guest--Ruth McEnery Stuart
The way I look at it, they never was a diplomy earned quite so upright ez this on earth--never. Ef it wasn't, why, I wouldn't allow him to have it, no matter how much pride I would 'a' took, an' do take, in it. But for a boy o' Sonny's age to've had the courage to face all them people, an' ask to be examined then an' there, an' to come out ahead, the way he done, why, it does me proud, that it does.

A Christmas Mystery--William J. Locke
A Christmas Mystery The Story of Three Wise Men

A Collection Of Old English Plays, V4
Neigh. Tis good indeed and I had rather drinke/ Such beare as this as any Gascoine Wine:/ But tis our English manner to affect/ Strange things, and price them at a greater rate,/ Then home-bred things of better consequence./

A Collection of Old English Plays, Vol. I
The Tragedy of Nero, The Mayde's Metamorphosis, The Martyr'd Souldier, The Noble Souldier

A Collection of Old English Plays, Vol. II
Lady. What shall I doe? I can no longer beare/ This flame so mortall; I have wearid heaven/ With my entreaties and shed teares enough/ To extinguish Aetna, but, like water cast

A Collection of Old English Plays, Vol. III
'Alas, my noble Lord, he is not rich,/ Nor titles hath, nor in his tender cheekes/ The standing lake of Impudence corrupts;/ Hath nought in all the world, nor nought wood have/ To grace him in the prostituted light.

A Comedy of Marriage and Other Tales--Guy De Maupassant
JACQUES DE RANDOL Why, it is very simple. When I visit people whom I like, such as Madame de Sallus and yourself, I do not expect to meet the Paris that flutters from house to house in the evening, gossiping and scandalizing. I have had my experience of gossip and tittle-tattle. It needs only one of these talkative dames or men to take away all the pleasure there is for me in visiting the lady on whom I happen to have called. Sometimes when I am anchored perforce upon my seat, I feel lost; I do not know how to get away. I have to take part in the whirlpool of foolish chatter.

A Compilation of Messages and Letters of the Presidents
John Quincy Adams

A Compilation of the Messages and Papers of the Presidents
Andrew Jackson

A Compilation of the Messages and Papers of the Presidents
Franklin Pierce

A Compilation of the Messages and Papers of the Presidents
James Buchanan

A Compilation of the Messages and Papers of the Presidents
James Madison

A Compilation of the Messages and Papers of the Presidents
John Adams

A Compilation of the Messages and Papers of the Presidents
Martin Van Buren

A Compilation of the Messages and Papers of the Presidents
Thomas Jefferson

A Compilation of the Messages and Papers of the Presidents
George Washington

A Compilation of the Messages and Papers of the Presidents
James Monroe

A COMPILATION OF THE MESSAGES AND PAPERS OF THE PRESIDENTS
William Henry Harrison

A Compilation of the Messages and Papers of the Presidents
Zachary Taylor and Fillmore.

A Concise Dictionary of Middle English--A. L. Mayhew and Walter W. Skeat
A Concise Dictionary of Middle English From A.D. 1150 To 1580

A Cotswold Village--J. Arthur Gibbs
A COTSWOLD VILLAGE OR COUNTRY LIFE AND PURSUITS IN GLOUCESTERSHIRE

A Countess from Canada--Bessie Marchant
Katherine too was bright and lively this morning, as if there were no dark shadow of trouble in her life. Sometimes she was fearfully sick at heart with the remembrance of her father's confidence, and a dread of what the summer might bring; but at other times, on days like this, she took comfort in the ice, the snow, and the searching cold. Winter was not nearly over yet, a hundred things might happen before the summer came, and so her high spirits pushed the dark shadow to one side and for a brief space forgot all about it.

A Countess from Canada--Bessie Marchant
'Thank you!' murmured Katherine, a flush coming into her cheeks which made her charming despite her bedraggled condition. Then she went on: 'I think it will be better for you to come with us right up to Roaring Water Portage, because then we can lend you some of Father's clothes: he is tall, and they will about fit you, I should think; and it is so very difficult to get what one wants at Seal Cove.'

A Deal in Wheat and Other Stories
But the madness was upon him none the less, and it rode and roweled him like a hag from dawn to dark and from dark to dawn again, till in his complete loneliness, in the isolation of that simple, primitive life, where no congenial mind relieved the monotony by so much as a word, morbid, hounded, tortured, the man grew desperate--was ready for anything that would solve the situation.

A Description of Modern Birmingham--Charles Pye
The scite of the church-yard, parsonage, and blue-coat school was the gift of Mrs. Elizabeth Phillips, and her son and daughter in law, Mr. and Mrs. William Inge, the ancestors of William Phillips Inge, Esq. without stipulating for the presentation. This superb edifice was designed in the year 1710, by Thomas Archer, Esq.[3] who was gentleman of the bed chamber to her majesty Queen Anne, and who, it is universally allowed by all who have taken particular notice of this building, was possessed of superior abilities, and a refined taste as an architect.

A Desperate Chance--Old Sleuth (Harlan P. Halsey)
A DESPERATE CHANCE: OR THE WIZARD TRAMP'S REVELATION, A Thrilling Narrative.

A Desperate Character and Other Stories
'It is so long since I have written to you, most honoured Piotr Petrovitch, that I do not even know whether you are still living; and if you are living, have you not forgotten our existence? But no matter; I cannot resist writing to you to-day. Everything till now has gone on with us in the same old way: Paramon Semyonitch and I have been always busy with our schools, which are gradually making good progress; besides that, Paramon Semyonitch was taken up with reading and correspondence and his usual discussions with the Old-believers, members of the clergy, and Polish exiles; his health has been fairly good.... So has mine. But yesterday! the manifesto of the 19th of February reached us!

A Dish Of Orts--George MacDonald
Schoppe, the satiric chorus of Jean Paul's romance of Titan, makes his appearance at a certain masked ball, carrying in front of him a glass case, in which the ball is remasked, repeated, and again reflected in a mirror behind, by a set of puppets, ludicrously aping the apery of the courtiers, whose whole life and outward manifestation was but a body-mask mechanically moved with the semblance of real life and action. The court simulates reality.

A Doctor of the Old School--Ian Mclaren
Doctor MacLure did not lead a solemn procession from the sick bed to the dining-room, and give his opinion from the hearthrug with an air of wisdom bordering on the supernatural, because neither the Drumtochty houses nor his manners were on that large scale. He was accustomed to deliver himself in the yard, and to conclude his directions with one foot in the stirrup; but when he left the room where the life of Annie Mitchell was ebbing slowly away, our doctor said not one word, and at the sight of his face her husband's heart was troubled

A Fair Barbarian
Octavia was accustomed to entering rooms full of strangers. She had spent several years of her life in hotels, where she had been stared out of countenance by a few score new people every day. She was even used to being, in some sort, a young person of note. It was nothing unusual for her to know that she was being pointed out. 'That pretty blonde,' she often heard it said, 'is Martin Bassett's daughter: sharp fellow, Bassett,--and lucky fellow too; more money than he can count.'

A Fleece of Gold--Charles Stewart Given
Full title: A Fleece of Gold; Five Lessons from the Fable of Jason and the Golden Fleece

A Flock of Girls and Boys--Nora Perry
Agnes tried to smile in response; but a little pang of disappointment thrilled her as he left her without asking her for a dance. But he would later, of course,--later, when he would hand her her property, that collection of 'facts,' and by that time he would have read these 'facts.' She wouldn't need to risk any words of her own in accusation after that,--which conclusion shows very plainly that Miss Agnes had been sufficiently impressed with Tilly's warning to hold her peace.

A Florida Sketch-Book--Bradford Torrey
The river is shallow. At low tide sandbars and oyster-beds occupy much of its breadth; and even when it looked full, a great blue heron would very likely be wading in the middle of it. That was a sight to which I had grown accustomed in Florida, where this bird, familiarly known as 'the major,' is apparently ubiquitous. Too big to be easily hidden, it is also, as a general thing, too wary to be approached within gunshot.

A Gentleman from Mississippi--Thomas A. Wise
'Perhaps I ought to have been a man of the Langdon family,' she exclaimed. 'Father, oh, can't you understand that I couldn't doze my life away down on those plantations? You don't know what ambition is. I had to have the world. I had to have money. If I had been a man I would have tried big financial enterprises. I should have liked to fight for a fortune. You wouldn't have condemned me then. You might have said my methods were bold, but if I succeeded I would have been a great man. But just because I am a woman you think I must sit home with my knitting. No, father, the world does move. Women must have an equal chance with men, but I wish I had been a man!'

A Golden Book of Venice--Mrs. Lawrence Turnbull
'It is Pierino!' the bare-legged Beppo proclaimed, pushing his way between dignitaries and elegant nobles and taking a position, in wide-eyed astonishment, in front of the pulpit, where he could watch every movement of his quondam school-fellow, whose words carried no meaning to his unlearned ears. But his heart throbbed with sudden loyalty in seeing his comrade the centre of such a festa; Beppo would stay and help him to get fair play, if he should need it, since it was well known that Pierino could not fight, for all his Latin!

A Grandmother's Recollections--Ella Rodman
I took them up, one after another, and was quite at a loss which to admire most. There were three black ones, one grey, and one white one spotted. I rather thought I preferred the white and grey, while Holly claimed the three black ones. We took them all to the kitchen and placed a saucer of milk before them, while Holly let out the cat, that she might see how well we were treating them. She looked around in surprise at first; but then deliberately taking them one by one, she carried them all off in her mouth, and we saw nothing more of them for some time.

A Hidden Life and Other Poems--George MacDonald
Ah, God! the world needs many hours to make;/ Nor hast thou ceased the making of it yet,/ But wilt be working on when Death hath set/ A new mound in some churchyard for my sake./ On flow the centuries without a break./ Uprise the mountains, ages without let. /

A Hilltop on the Marne--Mildred Aldrich
Being Letters Written June 3-September 8, 1914

A History of China--Wolfram Eberhard
The end of the Han period was followed by the three and a half centuries of the first division of China into several kingdoms, each with its own dynasty. In fact, once before during the period of the Contending States, China had been divided into a number of states, but at least in theory they had been subject to the Chou dynasty, and none of the contending states had made the claim to be the legitimate ruler of all China. In this period of the 'first division' several states claimed to be legitimate rulers, and later Chinese historians tried to decide which of these had 'more right' to this claim.

A History of Freedom of Thought--John Bagnell Bury
In the same year John Locke's famous (first) Letter concerning Toleration appeared in Latin. Three subsequent letters developed and illustrated his thesis. The main argument is based on the principle that the business of civil government is quite distinct from that of religion, that the State is a society constituted only for preserving and promoting the civil interests of its members --civil interests meaning life, liberty, health, and the possession of property.

A Kentucky Cardinal--James Lane Allen
In May I am of the earth earthy. The soul loses its wild white pinions; the heart puts forth its short, powerful wings, heavy with heat and color, that flutter, but do not lift it off the ground. The month comes and goes, and not once do I think of lifting my eyes to the stars. The very sunbeams fall on the body as a warm golden net, and keep thought and feeling from escape. Nature uses beauty now not to uplift, but to entice. I find her intent upon the one general business of seeing that no type of her creatures gets left out of the generations. Studied in my yard full of birds, as with a condensing-glass of the world, she can be seen enacting among them the dramas of history.

A Knight of the Nets--Amelia E. Barr
Then Christina thought of her lover again, and as they turned in to the fireside, she began to tell her brother her hopes and fears about Jamie, and to read him portions of a letter received that day from America. While Andrew's trouble had been fresh and heavy on him, Christina had refrained herself from all speech about her lover; she felt instinctively that it would not be welcome and perhaps hardly kind.

A Lie Never Justifiable--H. Clay Trumbull
Because of the obvious gain in lying in times of extremity, and because of the manifest peril or cost of truth-telling in an emergency, attempts have been made, by interested or prejudiced persons, all along the ages, to reconcile the general duty of adhering to an absolute standard of right, with the special inducements, or temptations, to depart from that standard for the time being. It has been claimed by many that the results of a lie would, under certain circumstances, justify the use of a lie

A Life of Gen. Robert E. Lee--John Esten Cooke
The decisive moment had now arrived which was to test him. He was placed in command of the largest and most important army in the Confederacy, and to him was intrusted the defence of the capital not only of Virginia, but of the South. If Richmond were to fall, the Confederate Congress, executive, and heads of departments, would all be fugitives. The evacuation of Virginia might or might not follow, but, in the very commencement of the conflict, the enemy would achieve an immense advantage. Recognition by the European powers would be hopeless in such an event, and the wandering and fugitive government of the Confederacy would excite only contempt.

A Little Book of Profitable Tales--Eugene Field
But this treatment did the little oyster no good; and her parents made up their minds that they would send for another doctor, and one of a different school. Fortunately they were in a position to indulge in almost any expense, since the father-oyster himself was president of one of the largest banks of Newfoundland. So Dr. Sculpin came with his neat little medicine-box under his arm. And when he had looked at the sick little oyster's tongue, and had taken her temperature, and had felt her pulse, he said he knew what ailed her; but he did not tell anybody what it was. He threw away the plasters, the blisters, the cod-liver oil, and the essence of distilled cuttlefish, and said it was a wonder that the poor child had lived through it all!

A Little Boy Lost--W. H. Hudson
She was vexed at the question, and turning her face away, refused to answer him. For though at all other times, and when he spoke of other things, she was gentle and loving in her manner, the moment he spoke of the Queen of the Mirage and the gifts she had bestowed on him, she became impatient, and rebuked him for saying such foolish things.

A Little Journey to Puerto Rico--Marian M. George
Not more than one seventh of the 850,000 people in Puerto Rico can read or write. Only one child in twelve, between the ages of six and sixteen, attends school. (In 1897, of 125,000 children of school age, only about 28,000 attended school--about 19,000 boys and 9,000 girls.)

A Little Pilgrim
Full title: A Little Pilgrim Stories of the Seen and the Unseen

A Long Rope--By ARCHIE OBOLER
Gabby Bellam helped ladies collect insurance on their 'stolen" jewelry. But the pretty Mrs. Warren gave Gabby ideas. He determined to combine business with pleasure.

A Love Story--A Bushman
The proper period, however, to see a caleche man in his glory, is during the carnival. Every caleche is in employ; and many a one which has reposed for the twelvemonth previous, is at that time wheeled from its accustomed shed, and put in requisition for some of pleasure's votaries. Long lines of them continue to pass and repass in the principal street. Their inmates are almost universally of the fair sex, and of the best part of it, the young and beautiful. Cavaliers, with silken bags, containing bon-bons, slung on their left arm, stand at intervals, ready to discharge the harmless missiles, at those whom their taste approves worthy of the compliment.

A Man and His Money--Frederic Stewart Isham
Why did not some one rise up to detain him? Surely he was watched. He experienced an uncanny sense of being allowed to proceed just so far, when invisible fingers would pounce upon him, to hurl him back. The soot still lay on his face; he had seen no bucket and water. At the mouth of a tunnel-like aperture, he hesitated, but still no one sprang in front, or glided up from behind to interfere with his progress. He went on; a perpendicular iron ladder enabled him to reach an open space on the deserted lower deck. Another ladder led to the upper deck. Could he mount it and still escape detection? And in that case--to what end?

A Man of Mark
This was my all, for of late I had deemed it wise to carry my fortune on my person. Well, this was enough for the present; the future must take care of itself. So I thought to myself as I went along with a light heart, my triumph in love easily outweighing all the troubles and dangers that beset me. Only land me safe out of Aureataland with the signorina by my side, and I asked nothing more of fortune! Let the dead bury their dead, and the bank look after its dollars!

A Minstrel In France--Harry Lauder
They looked so business like, so capable. I could not imagine a Hun submarine as able to evade their watchfulness. And moreover, there were the watchful man birds above us, the circling airplanes, that could make out, so much better than could any lookout on a ship, the first trace of the presence of a tin fish. No--I was not afraid! I trusted in the British navy, which had guarded the sea lane so well that not a man had lost his life as the result of a Hun attack, although many millions had gone back and forth to France since the beginning of the war.

A Most Extraordinary Case
'What a clever fellow he is!' thought Mason. 'There he stands, rattling off musical terms as if he had never thought of anything else. And yet, when he talks medicine, It's impossible to talk more to the point.' Mason continued to be very well satisfied with Knights intelligence of his case, and with his treatment of it. He had been in the country now for three weeks, and he would hesitate indeed to affirm that he felt materially better; but he felt more comfortable.

A Narrative of Captivity in Abyssinia--Henry Blanc
When speaking of Theodore's treatment of foreigners, I will endeavour to explain the real cause of the misfortunes that befell Mr. Stern. That he was only the victim of circumstances, is a fact beyond any doubt. The extracts from his book and the notes from his diary, brought as charges against him, were only discovered several weeks after many cruelties had been inflicted upon him. But I believe that many small, apparently trifling, incidents combined to make him the first European victim of the Abyssinian monarch. The Emperor could not endure the thought that Europeans in his country should do aught else but work for him.

A Narrative Of The Siege Of Delhi--Charles John Griffiths
A Narrative Of The Siege Of Delhi With An Account Of The Mutiny At Ferozepore In 1857

A New England Winter
Florimond, however, did not particularly wonder why his brother-in-law had not been round to bid him welcome. It was for Mrs. Daintry that this anxiety was reserved; and what made it worse was her uncertainty as to whether she should be justified in mentioning the subject to Joanna. It might wound Joanna to suggest to her that her husband was derelict,--especially if she did not think so, and she certainly gave her mother no opening; and, on the other hand, Florimond might have ground for complaint if Arthur should continue not to notice him. Mrs. Daintry earnestly desired that nothing of this sort should happen, and took refuge in the hope that Florimond would have adopted the foreign theory of visiting, in accordance with which the new-comer was to present himself first.

A Night Out--Edward Peple
Now, Ash-Can Sam had a reputation of his own, as every cat in the neighborhood could testify with sorrow and with tears. He weighed eleven pounds. He kept himself in training; and, where others lived for love or wealth or art, Ash-Can Sam existed for a finish fight alone. At the present speaking he came swaggering around a corner, and paused in astonishment at the sight of a stranger sitting in the middle of the street. The insolence of it! It was past belief!

A Nonsense Anthology--Collected by Carolyn Wells
And yet the mostest thought I love / Is what no one believes--/ That I'm the sole survivor of / The famous Forty Thieves!

A PIG IN A POKE
(The Great Tenor) (Chat en Poche) By Georges Feydeau, Translated and Adapted by Frank J. Morlock

A Political Diary 1828-1830, Volume II--Edward Law
The King was cold. The Duke had to wait twenty minutes, the Duke of Cumberland being with the King. However, I believe this delay may only have originated in a necessary change of dress on His Majesty's part, as he was sitting for his picture in a Highland dress. The Duke saw a large plaid bonnet in the room, and he believes the King had still on plaid stockings. The business of the restoration was finished in ten minutes, when the conversation flagged, and the Duke was rising to go away.

A Practical Physiology--Albert F. Blaisdell
We have just learned that the pitch of sound depends on the rapidity of the vibrations. This depends on the length of cords and their tightness for the shorter and tighter a string is, the higher is the note which its vibration produces. The vocal cords of women are about one-third shorter than those of men, hence the higher pitch of the notes they produce. In children the vocal cords are shorter than in adults.[50] The cords of tenor singers are also shorter than those of basses and baritones. The muscles within the larynx, of course, play a very important part in altering the tension of the vocal cords.

A Problem
'She would feel desperately snubbed,' said David. 'Wouldn't she, little transcendent convalescent?' And he gently tickled the tip of his little girl's nose with the end of his moustache. The baby softly opened her eyes, and, vaguely conscious of her father, lifted her hand and languidly clutched his nose. 'Upon my soul,' said David, 'she's positively boisterous. There's life in the old dog yet.'

A Project for Flying--Robert Hardley
A Project for Flying. In Earnest at Last!

A Publisher and His Friends--Samuel Smiles
Memoir and Correspondence of John Murray; With an Account of the Origin and Progress of the House, 1768-1843

A PURELY DISINTERESTED MURDER
Note, A Play Based On A Novel By Hjalmar Soderberg By Frank J. Morlock

A Ride to India--Harry De Windt
A Ride to India across Persia and Baluchistan

A Rogue by Compulsion--Victor Bridges
Still, even if my suspicions were right, there seemed no reason for being seriously worried. The gentleman on the pavement might have overheard me give the address to the driver, but that after all was exactly what I should have liked him to hear. Dinner at Gaultier's sounded a most natural preliminary to an evening's dissipation, and unless I was being actually followed to the restaurant I had nothing to fear. It was quite possible that my friend with the scar was only anxious to discover whether I was really setting out for the West End.

A Roman Lawyer in Jerusalem--trans. W. W. Story
Marcus, abiding in Jerusalem,/ Greeting to Caius, his best friend in Rome!/ Salve! these presents will he borne to you/ By Lucius, who is wearied with this place,/ Sated with travel, looks upon the East/ As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, /

A Romance of the Republic--Lydia Maria Francis Child
Mr. Fitzgerald lingered on the wharf till the vessel containing his treasure was no longer visible. Then he returned to the carriage, and was driven to his hotel. Notwithstanding a day of very unusual excitement and fatigue, when he retired to rest he felt no inclination to sleep. Rosabella floated before him as he had first seen her, a radiant vision of beauty surrounded by flowers. He recalled the shy pride and maidenly modesty with which she had met his ardent glances and impassioned words.

A Rough Shaking
The sight enhanced the wonder and hope of the two honest good souls in the treasure they carried. Out of the bosom of the skeleton Death himself, had been given them--into their very arms--a germ of life, a jewel of heaven! At the thought of what lay up the hill behind them, they felt their joy in the child almost wicked; but if God had taken the child's father and mother, might they not be glad in the hope that he had chosen them to replace them? That he had for the moment at least, they were bound to believe!

A School History of the United States--John Bach McMaster
Things unknown in 1763.--Had a traveler landed on our shores in 1763 and made a journey through the English colonies in America, he would have seen a country utterly unlike the United States of to-day. The entire population, white man and black, freeman and slave, was not so great as that of New York or Philadelphia or Chicago in our time. If we were to write a list of all the things we now consider as real necessaries of daily life and mark off those unknown to the men of 1763, not one quarter would remain. No man in the country had ever seen a stove, or a furnace, or a friction match, or an envelope, or a piece of mineral coal. From the farmer we should have to take the reaper, the drill, the mowing machine, and every kind of improved rake and plow, and give him back the scythe, the cradle, and the flail.

A Set of Chessmen
I was startled. He was great at book openings, that was the absurdest part of it. He would lead you to suppose that he was meditating something quite original, and then would perhaps begin with fool's mate after all. He, at least, had never tried queen's knight's pawn a single square before.

A Set of Rogues--Frank Barrett
A SET OF ROGUES: NAMELY; CHRISTOPHER SUTTON, JOHN DAWSON, THE SENOR DON SANCHEZ DEL CASTILLO DE CASTELANA AND MOLL DAWSON Their Wicked Conspiracy, and a True Account of their Travels and Adventures

A Silent Witness
I lay on my own bed in my own room. Oh! what had I ever done to deserve the agony which I endured then? There was my wife on her knees beside the bed; there was a candle which flickered on the chest of drawers, although daylight already streamed into the room; and there was I, wrapped in the garments which enfold the dead. How my wife wept! How she mourned in the sudden anguish of her woe!

A Summer in Leslie Goldthwaite's Life--Mrs. A. D. T. Whitney
She was mistaken. There was something different, still, in Leslie Goldthwaite's look, as she came out under the sunset light, from the looks that prevailed in the Thoresby group when they, too, made their appearance. The one moved self-forgetfully,--her consciousness and thought sent forth, not fluttering in her robes and ribbons; with the others there was a little air and bustle, as of people coming into an opera-box in presence of a full house.

A Surgeon in Belgium--Henry Sessions Souttar
The life of a hospital at the front is a curious mixture of excitement and dullness. One week cases will be pouring in, the operating theatre will be working day and night, and everyone will have to do their utmost to keep abreast of the rush; next week there will be nothing to do, and everyone will mope about the building, and wonder why they were ever so foolish as to embark on such a futile undertaking. For it is all emergency work, and there is none of the dull routine of the ordinary hospital waiting list, which we are always trying to clear off, but which is in reality the backbone of the hospital's work.

A Tale of One City--Thomas Anderton
A TALE OF ONE CITY: THE NEW BIRMINGHAM. Papers Reprinted from the 'Midland Counties Herald'

A Tragedy of Error
For some time this silence was maintained, broken only by the trickling of the oars and the sounds from the neighbouring shores and vessels. Madame Bernier was plunged in a sidelong scrutiny of her ferryman's countenance. He was a man of about thirty-five. His face was dogged, brutal, and sullen. These indications were perhaps exaggerated by the dull monotony of his exercise. The eyes lacked a certain rascally gleam which had appeared in them when he was so empressé with the offer of his services. The face was better then---that is,---if vice is better than ignorance

A Treasury of War Poetry
Full title: A Treasury of War Poetry British and American Poems of the World War 1914-1917

A Treatise Of Daunses--Anonymous
Full title: A Treatise Of Daunses Wherin It Is Shewed, That They Are As It Were Accessories And Dependants (Or Thynges Annexed) To Whoredome, (1581)

A Versailles Christmas-Tide--Mary Stuart Boyd
To me the Palace of Versailles is peopled by the ghosts of many women. A few of them are dowdy and good, but by far the greater number are graceful and wicked. How infinitely easier it is to make a good bad reputation than to achieve even a bad good one! 'Tell us stories about naughty children,' we used to beseech our nurses. And as our years increase we still yawn over the doings of the righteous, while our interest in the ways of transgressors only strengthens.

A Visit to the Monastery of La Trappe in 1817--W.D. Fellowes
A Visit to the Monastery of La Trappe in 1817 With Notes Taken During a Tour Through Le Perche, Normandy, Bretagne, Poitou, Anjou, Le Bocage, Touraine, Orleanois, and the Environs of Paris. Illustrated with Numerous Coloured Engravings, from Drawings Made on the Spot

A Visit To The United States In 1841--Joseph Sturge
One of my fellow passengers had recently been traveling in the southern States, and showed me a letter given to him as a curiosity at the post office at Charleston, South Carolina, which was addressed by a slave to her husband, but from insufficient direction had never reached its destination. It was to convey the tidings that she was about to be sold to the South, and begging him, in simple and affecting terms, to come and see her, as they would never meet again. Another of the passengers, who had also been a fellow voyager with my friend Joseph John Gurney, had recently travelled in Texas.

A Voyage to the Moon--George Tucker
Full title: A Voyage To The Moon: With Some Account Of The Manners And Customs, Science And Philosophy, Of The People Of Morosofia, And Other Lunarians.

A Wanderer in Florence--E. V. Lucas
Passing along the Via Calzaioli we come on the right to a noble square building with statues in its niches--Or San Michele, which stands on the site of the chapel of San Michele in Orto. San Michele in Orto, or more probably in Horreo (meaning either in the garden or in the granary), was once part of a loggia used as a corn market, in which was preserved a picture by Ugolino da Siena representing the Virgin, and this picture had the power of working miracles.

A Woman Intervenes
'Certainly not. I have no proof. If there had been a witness there, the thing would not have happened. If I could have summoned help, it would not have happened. How could I have any proof of such an outrage?'

A Woman Tenderfoot--Grace Gallatin Seton-Thompson
Is one never to forget that it is not proper to wear gold beads with crape? Understand, I am not to be set down as having any charity for the ignoramus who would wear that combination, but I wish to record the fact that there are times, under the spell of the West, when I simply do not care whether there are such things as gold beads and crape; when the whole business of city life, the music, arts, drama, the pleasant friends, equally with the platitudes of things and people you care not about--civilization, in a word--when all these fade away from my thoughts as far as geographically they are, and in their place comes the joy of being at least a healthy, if not an intelligent, animal.

A Woman's Journey Round the World--Ida Pfeiffer
A WOMAN'S JOURNEY ROUND THE WORLD, from Vienna to Brazil, Chili, Tahiti, China, Hindostan, Persia, and Asia Minor

A Wreath of Virginia Bay Leaves--James Barron Hope
We sat beneath tall waving trees that flung/ Their heavy shadows o'er the dewy grass./ Over the waters, breaking at our feet,/ Quivered the moon, and lighted solemnly/ The scene before us.

A Zola Dictionary--J. G. Patterson
Serge Mouret, the younger son of Francois Mouret (see La Conquete de Plassans), was ordained to the priesthood and appointed cure of Les Artaud, a squalid village in Provence, to whose degenerate inhabitants he ministered with small encouragement. He had inherited the family taint of the Rougon-Macquarts, which in him took the same form as in the case of his mother--a morbid religious enthusiasm bordering on hysteria. Brain fever followed, and bodily recovery left the priest without a mental past. Dr. Pascal Rougon, his uncle, hoping to save his reason, removed him from his accustomed surroundings and left him at the Paradou, the neglected demesne of a ruined mansion-house near Les Artaud, where he was nursed by Albine, niece of the caretaker.

Abducted to Oz--Bob Evans and Chris Dulabone
Graham mentally kicked himself for not thinking of asking the UFO people for a ride back to America. He had felt so much in awe of the magnificent spaceship and its unique occupants, though, that it had never entered his mind to ask a selfish favor of them. He now regretted that feeling. After all, the two aliens had made it obvious that they meant to serve him and help him to learn. Surely they would never have considered it a selfish request on Graham's part had he simply asked that they drop him off in America on their way to wherever they might have been headed.

Abolition of the African Slave-Trade--Thomas Clarkson
THE HISTORY OF THE RISE, PROGRESS, AND ACCOMPLISHMENT OF THE ABOLITION OF THE SLAVE-TRADE, BY THE BRITISH PARLIAMENT

Aboriginal American Authors--Daniel G. Brinton
Full title: ABORIGINAL AMERICAN AUTHORS AND THEIR PRODUCTIONS; ESPECIALLY THOSE IN THE NATIVE LANGUAGES. A CHAPTER IN THE HISTORY OF LITERATURE

Abraham Lincoln--John Drinkwater
ABRAHAM LINCOLN A play by JOHN DRINKWATER

Account of the Romansh Language--Joseph Planta, Esq. F. R. S.
The repeated acts of tyranny exercised by those arbitrary despots, who had now shaken off all manner of restraint, at length exasperated the people into a general revolt, and brought on the confederacy; in which the bishop and most of the nobles were glad to join, in order to screen themselves from the fury of the insurgents.

Across the Zodiac--Percy Greg
Full title: ACROSS THE ZODIAC: The Story of a Wrecked Record DECIPHERED, TRANSLATED AND EDITED BY PERCY GREG

Action Front--Boyd Cable (Ernest Andrew Ewart)
'Now look here!' said the sergeant at last; 'you let your bloomin' garden alone; I'm not going to have you running out there plucking carrot and onion nosegays under fire. If a shell blows your garden half-way through to Australia, I can't help it, and neither can you. I'll be quite happy to split a dish of spuds with you if so be your garden offers them up; but I'm not going to have you casualtied rescuing your perishing radishes under fire. Nothing'll be said to me if your garden is strafed off the earth; but there's a whole lot going to be said if you are strafed along with it, and I have to report that you had disobeyed orders and not kept under cover, and that I had looked on while you broke ship and was blown to blazes with a boo-kay of onions in your hand. So just you anchor down there till the owner pipes to carry on.'

Adina
The days passed by and Angelo's revenge still hung fire. Scrope never met his fate at a short turning of one of the dusky Roman streets; he came in punctually every evening at eleven o'clock. I wondered whether our brooding friend had already spent the sinister force of a nature formed to be lazily contented. I hoped so, but I was wrong. We had gone to walk one afternoon,----the ladies, Scrope and I,----in the charming Villa Borghese, and, to escape from the rattle of the fashionable world and it's distraction, we had wandered away to an unfrequented corner where the old mouldering wall and the slim black cypresses and the untrodden grass made, beneath the splendid Roman sky, the most harmonious of pictures.

Adventures In Friendship--David Grayson
The sun was just coming up on Friday, looking over the trees into a world of misty and odorous freshness. When I climbed the fence I dropped down in the grass at the far corner of the field. I had looked forward this year with pleasure to the planting of a small field by hand--the adventure of it--after a number of years of horse planting (with Horace's machine) of far larger fields. There is an indescribable satisfaction in answering, 'Present!' to the roll-call of Nature; to plant when the earth is ready, to cultivate when the soil begins to bake and harden, to harvest when the grain is fully ripe.

Aesop's Fables
A NEW TRANSLATION BY V. S. VERNON JONES WITH AN INTRODUCTION BY G. K. CHESTERTON

Aesthetic as Science of Expression and General Linguistic--Benedetto Croce
Historical intellectualism has been the cause of the many researches which have been made, especially during the last two centuries, researches which continue to-day, for a philosophy of history, for an ideal history, for a sociology, for a historical psychology, or however may be otherwise entitled or described a science whose object is to extract from history, universal laws and concepts. Of what kind must be these laws, these universals? Historical laws and historical concepts? In that case, an elementary criticism of knowledge suffices to make clear the absurdity of the attempt.

Affair in Araby
'I'd like to keep you out of jail, if that's possible,' Grim answered. 'You and I are old acquaintances, Sidi bin Tagim. But of course, if you're here to sow sedition, and should there be a document at large in proof of it, which document should fall into the hands of the police-- well, I couldn't do much for you then. You'd better tell me who stabbed you, and I'll get after him.'

Affairs of State--Burton E. Stevenson
Full title: AFFAIRS OF STATE Being an Account of Certain Surprising Adventures Which Befell an American Family in the Land of Windmills

After Waterloo--Major W. E Frye
After Waterloo: Reminiscences of European Travel 1815-1819

Air Service Boys Over the Atlantic--Charles Amory Beach
AIR SERVICE BOYS OVER THE ATLANTIC OR THE LONGEST FLIGHT ON RECORD

Alarms and Discursions--G. K. Chesterton
When a man says that democracy is false because most people are stupid, there are several courses which the philosopher may pursue. The most obvious is to hit him smartly and with precision on the exact tip of the nose. But if you have scruples (moral or physical) about this course, you may proceed to employ Reason, which in this case has all the savage solidity of a blow with the fist. It is stupid to say that 'most people' are stupid. It is like saying 'most people are tall,' when it is obvious that 'tall' can only mean taller than most people. It is absurd to denounce the majority of mankind as below the average of mankind.

Albert Durer--T. Sturge Moore
Who was Duerer? He has told us himself very simply, and more fully than men of his type generally do; for he was not, like Montaigne, one whose chief study was himself. Yet, though he has done this, it is not easy for us to fully understand him. It is perhaps impossible to place oneself in the centre of that horizon which was of necessity his and belonged to his day, a vast circle from which men could no more escape than we from ours; this cage of iron ignorance in which every human soul is trapped, and to widen and enlarge which every heroic soul lives and dies.

Alcatraz
It is said that sometimes one victory in the driving finish of a close race will give a horse a great heart for running and one defeat, similarly, may break him. But Alcatraz, who had endured so many defeats, was at last victorious and the triumph was doubly sweet. It was not the work of chance. More than once he had tested the strength of that old halter rope, covertly, with none to watch, and had felt it stretch and give a little under the strain of his weight; but he had long since learned the futility of breaking ropes so long as there were stable walls or lofty corral fences to contain him. A moment of local freedom meant nothing, and he had waited until he should find open sky and clear country; this was his reward of patience.

Alcestis
TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH RHYMING VERSE WITH EXPLANATORY NOTES BY GILBERT MURRAY

Alfred De Musset
The author describes the poet's early years, and gives several very pretty anecdotes of his childhood. Alfred de Musset was born in 1810, in the middle of old Paris, on a spot familiar to those many American visitors who wander across the Seine, better and better pleased as they go, to the museum of the Hôtel de Cluny. The house in which Musset's parents lived was close to this beautiful monument---a happy birthplace for a poet; but both the house and the street have now disappeared. M. Paul de Musset does not relate that his brother began to versify in his infancy; but Alfred was indeed hardly more than an infant when he achieved his first success.

Algonquin Indian Tales--Egerton R. Young
'When the wolves and the foxes heard this they were not very sorry. They knew how conceited the wolverine had been about his speed, indeed they were all smarting because of the ease with which he had beaten them, and so, instead of helping him at once, they said he deserved his punishment.

Alias The Lone Wolf--Louis Joseph Vance
To take a train at Millau would be simply to invite pursuit; for that was the likeliest point an escaping criminal would strike for, a stopping place for all trains north and southbound. Telegraphic advices would cause every such train to be searched to a certainty. Furthermore, Lanyard had no desire to enter Paris by the direct route from Millau. Not the police alone, but others, enemies even more dangerous, might be expecting him by that route.

Alice, or The Mysteries--Edward Bulwer Lytton
The room was darkened in the growing shades of the evening; and, but for the glittering and savage eyes that were fixed on him, he could scarcely discern his assailant. He at length succeeded, however, in freeing himself, and casting the intended assassin on the ground. He shouted for assistance; and the lights borne by the servants who rushed into the room revealed to him the face of his brother-in-law. Cesarini, though in strong convulsions, still uttered cries and imprecations of revenge; he denounced De Montaigne as a traitor and a murderer! In the dark confusion of his mind, he had mistaken the guardian for the distant foe, whose name sufficed to conjure up the phantoms of the dead, and plunge reason into fury.

All Saints' Day and Other Sermons--Charles Kingsley
And who are easy-going folk like you and me, that we should arrogate to ourselves a place in that grand company? Not so! What we should do on All Saints' Day is to place ourselves, with all humility, if but for an hour, where we can look afar off upon our betters, and see what they are like, and what they do.

All Things Considered--G. K. Chesterton
Most of us will be canvassed soon, I suppose; some of us may even canvass. Upon which side, of course, nothing will induce me to state, beyond saying that by a remarkable coincidence it will in every case be the only side in which a high-minded, public-spirited, and patriotic citizen can take even a momentary interest. But the general question of canvassing itself, being a non-party question, is one which we may be permitted to approach. The rules for canvassers are fairly familiar to any one who has ever canvassed. They are printed on the little card which you carry about with you and lose. There is a statement, I think, that you must not offer a voter food or drink.

ALMENORADE--CARMONTELLE
Translated and adapted by FRANK J. MORLOCK

Amarilly of Clothes-line Alley--Belle K. Maniates
She darted from the shop, the reporter right at her heels, but the chasing of his covey to corner was not easily accomplished. He was a newly fledged reporter, and Amarilly had all the instinct of the lowly for localities. She turned and doubled and dodged successfully. By a course circuitous she returned to Hebrew haunts, this time to seek, one Abram Canter, a little wizened, gnome-like Jew. Assuring herself that there was no other than the proprietor within, Amarilly entered and handed over the surplice for appraisal.

America's War for Humanity--Thomas Herbert Russell
Soon the highways of Europe resounded with the hoof-beats and the tramp of marching hosts, with the rattle of arms and the rumble of artillery. Of such a war, once begun, no man could predict the end. But the world realized that it was a catastrophe of unparalleled proportions, a failure of civilization in its stronghold, a disaster to humanity.

American Big Game in Its Haunts--Edited by George Bird Grinnell
It is little more than twenty years since the first efforts were made to prevent the killing of game within that National Reservation, and only about ten years since Congress provided an effective method for preventing such killing. He must be dull indeed who does not realize what that game refuge has done for a great territory, and of how much actual money value its protection has been to the adjoining States of Montana and Idaho, and especially of Wyoming. The visit of President Roosevelt to the National Park last spring made these conditions plain to the whole nation.

American Hero-Myths--Daniel G. Brinton
Among all the Algonkin tribes whose myths have been preserved we find much is said about a certain Giant Rabbit, to whom all sorts of powers were attributed. He was the master of all animals; he was the teacher who first instructed men in the arts of fishing and hunting; he imparted to the Algonkins the mysteries of their religious rites; he taught them picture writing and the interpretation of dreams; nay, far more than that, he was the original ancestor, not only of their nation, but of the whole race of man, and, in fact, was none other than the primal Creator himself, who fashioned the earth and gave life to all that thereon is.

American Negro Slavery--Ulrich Bonnell Phillips
A Survey of the Supply, Employment and Control Of Negro Labor As Determined by the Plantation Regime

American Political Ideas--John Fiske
Full title: American Political Ideas Viewed From The Standpoint Of Universal History

American Scenes, and Christian Slavery--Ebenezer Davies
AMERICAN SCENES, AND CHRISTIAN SLAVERY: A RECENT TOUR OF FOUR THOUSAND MILES IN THE UNITED STATES.

An American Papyrus: 25 Poems--Steven Sills
First published by Towson State University's New Poets Series in 1990

An Amiable Charlatan
'But please remember, sir,' he begged apologetically, 'that I had never seen the lady. I sent the cables, confidently anticipating that she would disclaim all knowledge of Mr. Bundercombe. When she arrived, and I realized that she was actually his wife, I forgave him freely for all the small annoyances he had caused me: my visit to you this morning, in fact, is entirely in his interests.'

An Animated Conversation
Clifford. If you weren't a pessimist I should nearly become one. Our literature is good enough for us, and I don't at all complain of the ladies. They write jolly good novels sometimes, and I don't see why they shouldn't.

An Antarctic Mystery--Jules Verne
'I think there is some need for doubt,' I answered 'the singular character of the hero of those adventures being taken into consideration--at least concerning the phenomena of the island of Tsalal. And we know that Arthur Pym was mistaken in asserting that Captain William Guy and several of his companions perished in the landslip of the hill at Klock-Klock.'

An Appeal to the Christian Women of the South--Angelina Emily Grimke
Before going into an examination of the laws by which these servants were protected, I would just ask whether American slaves have become slaves in any of the ways in which the Hebrews became servants. Did they sell themselves into slavery and receive the purchase money into their own hands? No! Did they become insolvent, and by their own imprudence subject themselves to be sold as slaves? No! Did they steal the property of another, and were they sold to make restitution for their crimes? No! Did their present masters, as an act of kindness, redeem them from some heathen tyrant to whom they had sold themselves in the dark hour of adversity? No!

An Australian in China--G.E. Morrison
Look for example at the difficulty there is in telling a Chinese, who has been taught to regard the love of his parents as his chief duty, as his forefathers have been taught for hundreds of generations before him--the difficulty there is in explaining to him, in his own language, the words of Christ, 'If any man come to Me and hate not his father, he cannot be My disciple. For I am come to set a man at variance against his father.'

An Autumn Journey; Leaves From A Note-Book
The organist, I believe, is rather unskilled, and addicted, according to his light, to musical clap-trap. I don't know whether his wonderful performances on the vox humana stops are clap-trap; to my poor ear they seem the perfect romance of harmony. He gives you a thunder-storm, complete, with shattering bolts and wind and rain; then a lull and a sound of dripping water and sobbing trees; and then, softly, a wonderful solemn choir of rejoicing voices. The voices are intensely real, but the charm of the thing is their strangely unlocalised whereabouts.

An Enemy To The King--Robert Neilson Stephens
For hours I considered the possible relations of the governor's arrival to mademoiselle's safety and my own, to that of my men and our cause, and to my intention of delivering M. de Varion from prison. But I could arrive at no conclusion, for I knew neither the governor's intentions, nor what information he had concerning me. There were so many probabilities and so many possible combinations of them, that at last I threw the whole matter from my mind, determining to await events. On the way back to the chateau I reproached myself for having wasted so much time in making useless guesses, for when I found myself at the gate it was night, and the moon had risen.

An Englishman's Travels in America--John Benwell
An Englishman's Travels in America His Observations Of Life And Manners In The Free And Slave States

An Enquiry Concerning Human Understanding
Extracted from: Enquiries Concerning the Human Understanding, and Concerning the Principles of Morals, By David Hume. Reprinted from The Posthumous Edition of 1777, and Edited with Introduction, Comparative Tables of Contents, and Analytical Index by L.A. Selby-Bigge, M.A., Late Fellow of University College, Oxford.

An Essay Concerning Humane Understanding, Volume I--John Locke
Besides what we have already mentioned concerning ideas, other considerations belong to them, in reference to THINGS FROM WHENCE THEY ARE TAKEN, or WHICH THEY MAY BE SUPPOSED TO REPRESENT; and thus, I think, they may come under a threefold distinction, and are:--First, either real or fantastical; Secondly, adequate or inadequate; Thirdly, true or false.

An Essay Concerning Humane Understanding, Volume II--John Locke
Secondly, By the PHILOSOPHICAL use of words, I mean such a use of them as may serve to convey the precise notions of things, and to express in general propositions certain and undoubted truths, which the mind may rest upon and be satisfied with in its search after true knowledge. These two uses are very distinct; and a great deal less exactness will serve in the one than in the other, as we shall see in what follows.

An Essay on the Evils of Popular Ignorance--John Foster
Even that portion of beneficial effect which actually has resulted from this co-operation of new forces, has served to make a more obvious exposure of the unhappiness and offensiveness of what is still the condition of the far greater part of our population; as a dreary waste is made, to give a more sensible impression how dreary it is, by the little inroads of cultivation and beauty in its hollows, and the faint advances of an unwonted green upon its borders. The degradation of the main body of the lower classes is exposed by a comparison with the small reclaimed portion within those classes themselves.

An Essay on the Slavery--Thomas Clarkson
An Essay on the Slavery and Commerce of the Human Species, Particularly the African

An Essence Of The Dusk--F. W. Bain
So as Aja stood upon the wall, looking out over the desert, suddenly all vanished from before his eyes. And he saw before him no city, and no desert. But he found himself in a dusky wood, thick with tall tamala[8] trees, and lit by a light that was neither that of the sun nor that of the moon. And all around him huge red poppies waved gently without a wind, mixed with great moon-lotuses, whose perfume went and came by turns as it hung on the heavy air. And under the shadow of the black leaved trees large bats flew here and there with slow and noiseless flap, and on the branches monstrous owls with topaz eyes like wheels of flame sat motionless, as if to watch.

An Experience
'And I had not gone fifty yards, when I heard a footstep at my side.' The statement contained nothing which could in itself be called in any way remarkable, but, to use a commonplace, as he uttered it I felt my blood turn cold.

An Explanation of Luther's Small Catechism--Joseph Stump
What is Confession? Ans. Confession consists of two parts: the one is, that we confess our sins; the other, that we receive absolution or forgiveness through the pastor as of God himself, in no wise doubting, but firmly believing that our sins are thus forgiven before God in heaven.

An Unwilling Maid--Jeanie Gould Lincoln
An Unwilling Maid Being the History of Certain Episodes during the American Revolution in the Early Life of Mistress Betty Yorke, born Wolcott

Ancient and Modern Physics--Thomas E. Willson
These fundamental principles have been discovered and applied in the past fifty years--in the memory of the living. They have revolutionized science in all its departments. Our textbooks on Chemistry, Light, Heat, Electricity and Sound have had to be entirely re-written; and in many other departments, notably in medicine and psychology, they have yet to be re-written. Our textbooks are in a transition state, each new one going a step farther, to make the change gradual from the old forms of belief to the new, so that even Tyndall's textbook on 'Sound' is now so antedated, or antiquated, that it might have been written in darkest Africa before the pyramids were built, instead of twenty years ago.

Ancient Man--Hendrik Willem Van Loon
As for art and the sciences, these did not interest them very much. They regarded with suspicion a man who could play the lute or who could write a poem about Spring and only thought him little better than the clever fellow who could walk the tightrope or who had trained his poodle dog to stand on its hind legs. They left such things to the Greeks and to the Orientals, both of whom they despised, while they themselves spent their days and nights keeping order among the thousand and one nations of their vast empire.

AND HOWE!--By THOMAS THURSDAY
Since my name ain't quite as well known as Charley Lindbergh, I better break down and confess my identity, as I know some folks don't care to get too familiar with strangers. In round numbers, I'm Doc McKeezick, and at the time the following eye opener transpired, I was managing the sideshow with Ike Sullivan's 'Wild West Rodeo and Freak Hippodrome.

Andrea Delfin--Paul Heyse
Schweig, du schlimme Hexe! sagte die Mutter rasch. Weisse Haare sind falsche Zeugen. Er ist krank, musst du wissen, und du solltest Respekt haben, denn Krankheiten kommen zu Pferde und gehen zu Fuss, und Gott behuete dich und mich, denn die Kranken essen wenig, aber die Krankheit frisst alles. Hole nur ein wenig Wasser, soviel wir noch haben. Morgen muessen wir frueh auf und neues kaufen. Sieh, er sitzt da, als ob er schliefe. Er ist muede von der Reise, und du bist muede vom Stillsitzen. So ist die Welt verschieden.

Andrew Golding--Annie E. Keeling
ANDREW GOLDING: A Tale of the Great Plague.

Andromeda and Other Poems--Charles Kingsley
She lay among the myrtles on the cliff;/ Above her glared the noon; beneath, the sea./ Upon the white horizon Atho's peak/ Weltered in burning haze; all airs were dead;/ The cicale slept among the tamarisk's hair;/

Andy the Acrobat--Peter T. Harkness
Finally Andy unearthed a little wooden box, and lifted it to the light. It held a lot of trinkets, and from among them Andy selected a large silver watch and chain. He also took out a small box. It was made of some very dark smooth wood, and its corners and center were decorated with carved pieces of gold and mother of pearl.

Angels and Ministers--Laurence Housman
ANGELS AND MINISTERS AND OTHER VICTORIAN PLAYS

Anti-Slavery, Labor and Reform--John Greenleaf Whittier
Anti-Slavery, Labor and Reform, Complete From Volume III., The Works of Whittier: Anti-Slavery Poems and Songs of Labor and Reform

Antwerp to Gallipoli--Arthur Ruhl
ANTWERP TO GALLIPOLI A Year of the War on Many Fronts--and Behind Them

Apolocyntosis--Lucius Seneca
Full title: APOCOLOCYNTOSIS, OR LUDUS DE MORTE CLAUDII: THE PUMPKINIFICATION OF CLAUDIUS

Apu Ollantay--Sir Clements R. Markham
Full title: APU OLLANTAY; A DRAMA OF THE TIME OF THE INCAS SOVEREIGNS OF PERU ABOUT A.D. 1470 FIRST REDUCED TO WRITING BY DR. VALDEZ, CUBA OF SICUANI A.D. 1770 THE ORIGINAL MANUSCRIPT COPIED BY DR. JUSTO PASTOR JUSTINIANI THIS JUSTINIANI TEXT COPIED AT LARIS, IN APRIL 1863, BY CLEMENTS R. MARKHAM A FREE TRANSLATION INTO ENGLISH BY SIR CLEMENTS MARKHAM, K.C.B.

Aquis Submersus
'Nun", erwiderte dieser, 'die Inschrift ist mir wohl bekannt; und nimmt man das Geruecht zu Huelfe, so moechten die beiden letzten Buchstaben wohl mit Aquis submersus, also mit 'Ertrunken' oder woertlich 'Im Wasser versunken' zu deuten sein; nur mit dem vorangehenden C. P. waere man dann noch immer in Verlegenheit! Der junge Adjunktus unseres Kuesters, der einmal die Quarta passiert ist, meint zwar, es koenne Casu periculoso--'Durch gefaehrlichen Zufall'

Are You A Bromide?--Gelett Burgess
The Sulphitic Theory Expounded And Exemplified According To The Most Recent Researches Into The Psychology Of Boredom Including Many Well-Known Bromidioms Now In Use

Armenian Literature
SALOME. Yes, certainly; she is dressing. You understand, dear aunt, how you are to talk to him? Perhaps you will succeed with him. They expect the final answer to-day; this morning the young man's sister was here, and she may be here again any minute.

Army Boys in the French Trenches--Homer Randall
'Bravery and modesty usually go together,' he went on. 'How about that machine gun episode yesterday, when an American soldier cut down its crew, turned it on the enemy trench and compelled the men in it to surrender? How about the raiding party where five men accounted for fourteen of the Huns? You see, mon ami, that I have a good memory for details. Ah, you are blushing. I wonder if you, too, could recall these things if you tried.'

Arthur Hamilton, and His Dog--Anonymous
Once more the children were all together under the roof where they had often met; all save the son whose home was now in a sunnier clime. But how unlike was this to their last joyful gathering! Hours of rejoicing, and hours of mourning, ye are strangely blended in the experience of human hearts.

Astral Worship--J. H. Hill
Applying the anniversaries inculcated in the worship of God Sol to his imaginary incarnations, the founders of the ancient Astrolatry made them refer to the several stages of human existence from infancy to mature age. Hence, comparing the first day of infantile life to the shortest day of the year, it would naturally be expected that they would have placed the anniversary of the Nativity exactly at the Winter solstice; but, having conceived the idea that the sun stood still for the space of three days at each of the cardinal points, and making it represent the figurative death of the genius of that luminary, they fixed the date for its observance three days later, or on the 25th of December.

At Isella
It seemed altogether a larger possibility than any he had been prepared for that on his complaining of the cold I should offer him the use of my overcoat. Of this and of other personal belongings he ventured to inquire the price, and indeed seemed oppressed with the sudden expensiveness of the world. But now that he was fairly launched he was moving in earnest. He was to reach Brieg, if possible, in time for the night diligence over the Simplon, which was to deposit him at the Hospice on the summit.

At Last--Charles Kingsley
AT LAST: A CHRISTMAS IN THE WEST INDIES

At Love's Cost--Charles Garvice
She tried to laugh, tried to laugh scornfully; for indeed she was filled with scorn for this sudden inexplicable weakness, a weakness which had never assailed her before in all her life, a weakness which filled her breast with rage; but from under the closed lids two tears crept and rolled down her cheek; and against her will she made confession of this same foolish weakness.

At Sunwich Port--W.W. Jacobs
Mr. Nugent's return caused a sensation in several quarters, the feeling at Equator Lodge bordering close upon open mutiny. Even Mrs. Kingdom plucked up spirit and read the astonished captain a homily upon the first duties of a parent--a homily which she backed up by reading the story of the Prodigal Son through to the bitter end. At the conclusion she broke down entirely and was led up to bed by Kate and Bella, the sympathy of the latter taking an acute form, and consisting mainly of innuendoes which could only refer to one person in the house.

At Whispering Pine Lodge--Lawrence J. Leslie
'Course, now, you-all are awonderin' jest how a poor woods boy like me 'd ever git hold o' such a clever cabin,' he went on to say; 'but shucks! that's an easy one to explain. Yuh see, it was built by a man who had plenty o' money and poor health. He thought he could get well by stayin' here, and so he fixed her up to beat the band. That big chair he loved to sit in when the fire was agoin'. But jest as he got fixed so nice his wife sent for him to come back home; and, say, he had to go. So, havin' no use for his place here, he turned it over tuh me for a song, I c'n show yuh the bill o' sale.

Atlantic Monthly
Vol. 10, No. 57, July, 1862

Atlantic Monthly
Vol. 5, No. 22, June, 1860

Atlantic Monthly
Vol. IV, No. 26, December, 1859

Atlantic Monthly
Volume 2, Issue 10, August, 1858

Atlantic Monthly
Volume 4, No. 24, Oct. 1859

Auf dem Staatshof
Das Gehoefte war einst neben vielen andern in Besitz der nun gaenzlich ausgestorbenen Familie van der Roden, aus der waehrend der beiden letzten Jahrhunderte eine Reihe von Pfennigmeistern und Ratmaennern der Landschaft und Buergermeistern meiner Vaterstadt hervorgegangen sind.--Neunzig Hoefe, so hiess es, hatten sie gehabt und sich im Uebermut vermessen, das Hundert voll zu machen.

Auf Der Universitat Lore
So waren wir denn eines Nachmittags unterwegs nach dem Haeuschen des franzoesischen Schneiders.--Sonst hatte ich oft wohl bedauert, dass meine Kameradschaft mit dem Sohne unsers Haustischlers eingegangen war, dessen Schwester fast taeglich mit der kleinen Beauregard verkehrte; ich hatte auch wohl daran gedacht, die Bekanntschaft wieder anzuknuepfen und mich in der Werkstatt seines Vaters in der Schreinerei unterweisen zu lassen; denn Christoph war im uebrigen ein ehrlicher Junge und keineswegs auf den Kopf gefallen; nur dass er auf die Schueler der Gelehrtenschule,

Aunt Harding's Keepsakes
AUNT HARDING'S KEEPSAKES: OR, THE TWO BIBLES

Aunt Jane's Nieces at Millville--Edith Van Dyne
The three spoke little, and in tones so low that the spy outside the window failed to catch them. Soon the injured man began to eat, feeding himself laboriously with his left hand. But his hunger was quickly satisfied, and then he lay back wearily upon his pillows, while Nora tenderly spread a coverlet over him.

Aunt Jane's Nieces in Society--Edith Van Dyne
Many a gracious smile or nod or word was bestowed upon Miss Merrick by the society folk; for these people had had time to consider the accusation against her implied by Diana Von Taer's manner when the pearls were discovered in the empty flower vase. Being rather impartial judges--for Diana was not a popular favorite with her set--they decided it was absurd to suppose a niece of wealthy old John Merrick would descend to stealing any one's jewelry. Miss Merrick might have anything her heart desired with-out pausing to count the cost, and moreover she was credited with sufficient common sense to realize that the Von Taer heirlooms might easily be recognized anywhere.

Aunt Jane's Nieces on Vacation--Edith Van Dyne
'Cox has interviewed one of the workmen from Royal,' said Joe, 'and the fellow says there's a strike at the mill and everything is closed down. Skeelty is barricaded in his office building, wild with fear, for the men have captured the company's store and helped themselves to the stock of liquors. The man Cox spoke with, who seems to be a well disposed fellow, predicts all kinds of trouble, and perhaps rioting, before this thing is ended.'

Aunt Jane's Nieces Out West--Edith Van Dyne
So they motored to Santa Monica and spent the afternoon on the sands, watching the bathers and admiring the graceful outlines of the big yacht lying at anchor a half mile from the shore. The boat was something of a mystery to everybody. It was named the 'Arabella' and had come from Hawaii via San Francisco; but what it was doing here and who the owner might be were questions no one seemed able to answer. Rumor had it that a Japanese prince had come in it to inspect the coast line, but newspaper reporters were forbidden to scale the side and no satisfaction was given their eager questioning by the bluff old captain who commanded the craft.

Ausgewahlte Fabeln--Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
'Ich Ungluecklicher!' klagte ein Geizhals seinem Nachbar. 'Man hat mir den Schatz, den ich in meinem Garten vergraben hatte, diese Nacht entwendet und einen verdammten Stein an dessen Stelle gelegt.'

Authors and Friends--Annie Fields
The solitude of Celia Thaxter's childhood, which was not solitude, surrounded as she was with the love of a father and a mother, all tenderness, and brothers dear to her as her own life, developed in the child strange faculties. She was five years old when the family left Portsmouth,--old enough, given her inborn power of enjoyment of nature, to delight in the free air and the wonderful sights around her. She gives in her book a pretty picture of the child watching the birds that flew against the lighthouse lantern, when they lived at White Island. The birds would strike it with such force as to kill themselves.

Autobiographical Sketches--Annie Besant
Sometimes my lecturing experiences were not of the smoothest. In June, 1875, I visited Darwen in Lancashire, and found that stone-throwing was considered a fair argument to be addressed to 'the Atheist lecturer'. On my last visit to that place in May, 1884, large and enthusiastic audiences attended the lectures, and not a sign of hostility was to be seen outside the hall. At Swansea, in March, 1876, the fear of violence was so great that no local friend had the courage to take the chair for me (a guarantee against damage to the hall had been exacted by the proprietor).

Autobiography of Sir George Biddell Airy
'In Jan. 1824, at Playford, I was working on the effects of separating the two lenses of an object-glass, and on the kind of eye-piece which would be necessary: also on spherical aberrations and Saturn's figure. On my quires at Cambridge I was working on the effects of separating the object-glass lenses, with the view of correcting the secondary spectrum: and on Jan. 31st I received some numbers (indices of refraction) from Mr Herschel, and reference to Fraunhofer's numbers.

Autobiography--John Stuart Mill
This supposed school, then, had no other existence than what was constituted by the fact, that my father's writings and conversation drew round him a certain number of young men who had already imbibed, or who imbibed from him, a greater or smaller portion of his very decided political and philosophical opinions. The notion that Bentham was surrounded by a band of disciples who received their opinions from his lips, is a fable to which my father did justice in his 'Fragment on Mackintosh,' and which, to all who knew Mr. Bentham's habits of life and manner of conversation, is simply ridiculous.

Aziyade--Pierre Loti
Nous etions une bande ainsi composee: une belle dame grecque, deux belles dames juives, un Allemand, un missionnaire americain, sa femme, et un derviche. Une societe un peu drole! mais nous avons fait bon menage tout de meme, et beaucoup de musique. La conversation generale avait eu lieu en latin, ou en grec du temps d'Homere. Il y avait meme, entre le missionnaire et moi, des apartes en langue polynesienne.

Babylonian and Assyrian Literature
As Samas' car sank in the glowing west,/ And Sin the moon-god forth had come full drest/ For starry dance across the glistening skies,/ The sound of work for man on earth now dies,/ And all betake themselves to sweet repose./ The silver light of Sin above bright flows,/

Bacon is Shake-Speare--Sir Edwin Durning-Lawrence
We also know that a monument was erected to him in Stratford Church. And because L. Digges, in his lines in the Shakespeare folio of 1623 says 'When Time dissolves thy Stratford Moniment,'[1] it is supposed that the monument must have been put up before 1623. But we should remember that as Mrs. Stopes (who is by no means a Baconian) pointed out in the Monthly Review of April 1904, the original monument was not like the present monument which shews a man with a pen in his hand; but was the very different monument which will be found depicted in Sir William Dugdale's 'Antiquities of Warwickshire,' published in 1656.

Bad Medicine--Robert Sheckley
'Therapy,' the clerk finished for him. 'Of course. I just wanted to point out that this model need never cause embarrassment for yourself, your friends or loved ones. Notice, if you will, the recessed dial which controls the desired degree of drinking. See? If you do not wish total abstinence, you can set it to heavy, moderate, social or light. That is a new feature, unique in mechanotherapy.'

Balcony Stories--Grace E. King
She said she had, and in truth she had, no other name than 'little Mammy'; and that was the name of her nature. Pure African, but bronze rather than pure black, and full-sized only in width, her growth having been hampered as to height by an injury to her hip, which had lamed her, pulling her figure awry, and burdening her with a protuberance of the joint. Her mother caused it by dropping her when a baby, and concealing it, for fear of punishment, until the dislocation became irremediable. All the animosity of which little Mammy was capable centered upon this unknown but never-to-be-forgotten mother of hers; out of this hatred had grown her love--that is, her destiny, a woman's love being her destiny. Little Mammy's love was for children.

Bambi--Marjorie Benton Cooke
This letter threw them into great excitement. Jarvis protested, first, that he could not be interrupted at his present work, which interested him. Bambi pooh-poohed that excuse. Then he said he had never talked to an actress, and he had heard they were a fussy lot. She would probably want him to change the play; as he would not do that, there was no use seeing the woman. Bambi informed him that if Miss Harper would get the play produced, it would pay Jarvis to do exactly what she wanted done. Then he protested he hated New York. He didn't want to go back there. Bambi finally lost her temper.

Bayard--Christopher Hare
Bayard: The Good Knight Without Fear And Without Reproach

Be Courteous--Mrs. M. H. Maxwell
Full title: BE COURTEOUS: OR, RELIGION THE TRUE REFINER

Beacon Lights of History, Volume I--John Lord
This polytheism of Greece was exceedingly complicated, but was not so degrading as that of Egypt, since the gods were not represented by the forms of hideous animals, and the worship of them was not attended by revolting ceremonies; and yet it was divested of all spiritual aspirations, and had but little effect on personal struggles for truth or holiness. It was human and worldly, not lofty nor even reverential, except among the few who had deep religious wants. One of its characteristic features was the acknowledged impotence of the gods to secure future happiness.

Beacon Lights of History, Volume II
The warrior-king who conquered the enemies of Israel in a dark and desponding period; the sagacious statesman who gave unity to its various tribes, and formed them into a powerful monarchy; the matchless poet who bequeathed to all ages a lofty and beautiful psalmody; the saint, who with all his backslidings and inconsistencies was a man after God's own heart,--is well worthy of our study. David was the most illustrious of all the kings of whom the Jewish nation was proud, and was a striking type of a good man occasionally enslaved by sin, yet breaking its bonds and rising above subsequent temptations to a higher plane of goodness.

Beacon Lights of History, Volume III
But the great discoveries and inventions to which we owe this marked superiority are either accidental or the result of generations of experiment, assisted by an immense array of ascertained facts from which safe inductions can be made. It is not, probably, the superiority of the European races over the Greeks and Romans to which we may ascribe the wonderful advance of modern society, but the particular direction which genius was made to take. Had the Greeks given the energy of their minds to mechanical forces as they did to artistic creations, they might have made wonderful inventions. But it was not so ordered by Providence. At that time the world was not in the stage of development when this particular direction of intellect could have been favored.

Beacon Lights of History, Volume IV
The martyrs cheerfully and heroically endured physical sufferings in view of the glorious crown of which they were assured in the future world. They lived in the firm conviction of immortality, and that eternal happiness was connected indissolubly with their courage, intrepidity, and patience in bearing testimony to the divine character and mission of Him who had shed his blood for the remission of sins. No sufferings were of any account in comparison with those of Him who died for them.

Beacon Lights of History, Volume IX--John Lord
EUROPEAN STATESMEN.

Beacon Lights of History, Volume V
THE MIDDLE AGES.

Beacon Lights of History, Volume VI
RENAISSANCE AND REFORMATION

Beacon Lights of History, Volume VII
GREAT WOMEN.

Beacon Lights of History, Volume X--John Lord
EUROPEAN LEADERS.

Beacon Lights of History, Volume XI--John Lord
AMERICAN FOUNDERS.

Beacon Lights of History, Volume XII--John Lord
AMERICAN LEADERS.

Beacon Lights of History, Volume XIII--John Lord
GREAT WRITERS.

Beacon Lights of History, Volume XIV--John Lord
THE NEW ERA

Beatrice--Paul Heyse
Nun sind mir diese Aufzeichnungen um so wertvoller, und kaum kann ich mich entschliessen, fremde Augen hineinblicken zu lassen. Dann wieder empfinde ich es als eine Pflicht, das wundersame Geschick dieser beiden Menschen nicht im Dunkeln zu lassen. Sollte nicht das, was hohe und edle Menschen erleben, Eigentum der ganzen Menschheit sein?

Beautiful Joe--Marshall Saunders
Full title: Beautiful Joe, An Autobiography of a Dog

Beaux and Belles of England--Mary Robinson
Her mother was the daughter of a commoner, the Right Honourable Stephen Poyntz, of Midgham, in Berkshire. This lady was long remembered both by friends and neighbours with veneration. She was sensible and intelligent, polite, agreeable, and of unbounded charity; but Miss Burney, who knew her, depicts her as ostentatious in her exertions, and somewhat self-righteous and vainglorious. She was, however, fervently beloved by her daughter, who afterward made several pecuniary sacrifices to ensure her mother's comfort.

Becket and other plays--Alfred Lord Tennyson
Includes BECKET, THE CUP, THE FALCON and THE PROMISE OF MAY

Behind the News: Voices from Goa's Press
This book was collaboratively written between August 2003 and October 2003, through Goajourno, a cyber network of journalists and former journalists who have worked in Goa.

Bells of Pell Street--Arthur J. Burns
A Weird Melody Those Tinkling Brasses Toned Out--As Life Itself Hung By The Balance Of A Chime When Dorus Noel And Chu Chul Matched Cunning In The Grottos Of Chinatown!

Beltane The Smith--Jeffery Farnol
'Messire, I--have hanged many men and--there were women also! I have cut me a tally here on my belt, see--there be many notches--and every notch a life. So now for every life these hands have taken do I vow to save a life an it may be so, and for every life saved would I cut away a notch until my belt be smooth again and my soul the lighter.'

Beneath the Banner--F. J. Cross
Full title: BENEATH THE BANNER BEING NARRATIVES OF NOBLE LIVES AND BRAVE DEEDS

Bengal Dacoits and Tigers--Maharanee Sunity Devee
In the garden, orchard and stables there were tanks and wells so that the supply of water was sufficient for the needs of such a large establishment. In front of the mansion there was a large ornamental tank or lake with white marble steps leading to its waters. Here every evening the men and boys of the family gathered to recreate and enjoy the cooling south breeze, and they were often joined by neighbours, and many a pleasant hour was spent on those marble steps.

Benvolio
Both his movements and his stillness immediately announced to Benvolio's fine sense that he was blind. In his quality of poet Benvolio was inventive; a brain that is constantly cudgelled for rhymes is tolerably alert. In a few moments, therefore, he had given a vigorous push to the wheel of fortune. Various things had happened. He had made a soft, respectful speech, he hardly knew about what; and the old man had told him he had a delectable voice----a voice that seemed to belong rather to a person of education than to a tradesman's porter.

Bertha Garlan--Arthur Schnitzler
In the centre of the little room stood a small table laid for three; by the wall was a blue velvet sofa, and opposite that hung a gilt framed oval mirror, before which Bertha took her hat off and, as she did so, she noticed that the names 'Irma' and 'Rudi' had been scratched on the glass. At the same time, she saw in the mirror Emil coming up behind her. He placed his hands on her cheeks, bent her head back towards himself, and kissed her on the lips. Then he turned away without speaking, and rang the bell.

Betty Gordon at Boarding School--Alice Emerson
The wicked Tommy had a motive in asking for Libbie's suitcase. It was much smaller and lighter than any of the others, and he swung it deftly into the rack over the vinegary lady's unsuspecting head. With a deftness, born it must be confessed of previous practice, he balanced the case on the rim so that the first lurch of the train catapulted the thing down squarely on the woman's hat, snapping a shiny, hard black quill in two.

Between Whiles--Helen Hunt Jackson
John was gone. Flight was his usual refuge when he felt his temper becoming too much for him; but now his steps were quickened by an impulse of terrible fear. Between him and his sister had always been a bond closer than is wont to link brother and sister. Only one year apart in age, they had grown up together in an intimacy like that of twins; from their cradles till now they had had their sports, tastes, joys, sorrows in common, not a secret from each other since they could remember.

Bible Stories and Religious Classics--Philip P. Wells
After this was a man of the house of Levi went out and took a wife of his kindred, which conceived and brought forth a son, and he saw him elegant and fair, and hid him three months, and when he might no longer hide him, took a little crib of rushes and wickers and pitched it with glue and pitch, and put therein the child, and set it on the river, and let it drive down in the stream, and the sister of the child standing afar, considering what should fall thereof.

Big Timber--Bertrand W. Sinclair
For a week thereafter Benton developed moods of sourness, periods of scowling thought. He tried to speed up his gang, and having all spring driven them at top speed, the added straw broke the back of their patience, and Stella heard some sharp interchanges of words. He quelled one incipient mutiny through sheer dominance, but it left him more short of temper, more crabbedly moody than ever. Eventually his ill-nature broke out against Stella over some trifle, and she--being herself an aggrieved party to his transactions--surprised her own sense of the fitness of things by retaliating in kind.

Bill Barnes Takes a Holiday--George L. Eaton
'Quick, kid!' he snapped at Sandy after motioning him to throw his radio switch and use the intercockpit telephone. 'Give me the controls. She's in trouble, but I can't make out what. Something has happened to them. They can't make contact with any ships or land stations. He was sending out their position. I think I got it. Check our position and check theirs against it.' He handed Sandy a piece of paper with the position of the Memphis written on it. 'Work fast, kid! It sounds as though we are the only ones who picked up their S. O. S.'

Billie Bradley and Her Inheritance--Janet D. Wheeler
Full title: BILLIE BRADLEY AND HER INHERITANCE OR THE QUEER HOMESTEAD AT CHERRY CORNERS

Biografia del libertador Simon Bolivar
Full title: Biografia del libertador Simon Bolivar, o La independencia de la America del sud

Biographical Memorials of James Oglethorpe--Thaddeus Mason Harris
BIOGRAPHICAL MEMORIALS OF JAMES OGLETHORPE, FOUNDER OF THE COLONY OF GEORGIA, IN NORTH AMERICA.

Biography of a Slave--Charles Thompson
I was a slave, and was born in Atala County, Mississippi, near the town of Rockford, on the third day of March, 1833. My father and mother both being slaves, of course my pedigree is not traceable, by me, farther back than my parents. Our family belonged to a man named Kirkwood, who was a large slave-owner. Kirkwood died when I was about nine years old, after which, upon the settlement of the affairs of his estate, the slaves belonging to the estate were divided equally, as to value, among the six heirs. There were about seventy-five slaves to be divided into six lots; and great was the tribulation among the poor blacks when they learned that they were to be separated.

Birds of Prey--M.E. Braddon
Prequel to CHARLOTTE'S INHERITANCE.

Birth Control--Halliday G. Sutherland
Full title: BIRTH CONTROL A Statement of Christian Doctrine against the Neo-Malthusians

Birthright--T.S. Stribling
On the heels of this came the news that Peter Siner meant to take advantage of Tump's arrest and marry Cissie Dildine. Old Parson Ranson was responsible for the spread of this last rumor. He had fumbled badly in his effort to hold Peter's secret. Not once, but many times, always guarded by a pledge of secrecy, had he revealed the approaching wedding. When pressed for a date, the old negro said he was 'not at lib'ty to tell.'

Bits about Home Matters--Helen Hunt Jackson
No wonder that your son comes into the room with a confused expression of uncomfortable pain on every feature, when he does not in the least know whether he will be recognized as a gentleman, or overlooked as a little boy. No wonder he sits down in his chair with movements suggestive of nothing but rheumatism and jack-knives, when he is thinking that perhaps there may be some reason why he should not take that particular chair, and that, if there is, he will be ordered up.

Black Jack--Max Brand
The moment he rose out of the chair and faced them, Gainor had stopped short. He was quite capable of fast thinking, and now his glance flickered from Terry to the sheriff and back again. It was plain that he had shrewd suspicions as to the purpose behind that call. The sheriff was merely confused. He flushed as much as his tanned-leather skin permitted. As for Terry, the moment his glance fell on the sheriff he felt his muscles jump into hard ridges, and an almost uncontrollable desire to go at the throat of the other seized him. He quelled that desire and fought it back with a chill of fear.

Blackfoot Lodge Tales--George Bird Grinnell
As they were following up the river, they saw at a distance three old bulls lying down close to a cut bank. Heavy Collar left his party, and went out to kill one of these bulls, and when he had come close to them, he shot one and killed it right there. He cut it up, and, as he was hungry, he went down into a ravine below him, to roast a piece of meat; for he had left his party a long way behind, and night was now coming on. As he was roasting the meat, he thought,--for he was very tired,--'It is a pity I did not bring one of my young men with me. He could go up on that hill and get some hair from that bull's head, and I could wipe out my gun.'

BLAME IT ON EVE BY NELLY ROUSSEL
Translated and adapted by FRANK J. MORLOCK

BLOOD FOR THE VAMPIRE DEAD--Robert Leslie Bellem
Was this then the horrible price Tim Croft must pay for his disbelief in devil-magic philtres?-- forfeiture of his own lovely fiancee's life-blood to the undead corpse of Haunted Hollow!

Blown to Bits
They had scarcely left the cave when Nigel awoke. Feeling indisposed for further repose, he got up and went out in that vague state of mind which is usually defined as 'having a look at the weather.' Whether or not he gathered much information from the look we cannot tell, but, taking up his short gun, which stood handy at the entrance of the cave, he sauntered down the path which his host had followed a short time before. Arrived at the shore, he observed that a branch path diverged to the left, and appeared to run in the direction of a high precipice

Bob Cook and the German Spy--Paul Greene Tomlinson
Bob pushed the electric bell, and almost instantly the front door was opened by Frank Wernberg. It would seem as if he had been behind the door waiting all the time. His close-cropped light hair bristled fiercely, and his nose was still slightly swollen; his chin also was still raw where Bob had planted his fist the day before. Bob thought how much longer ago than that it seemed; so many things had happened in the last two days.

Bogus Gems
I could not see much of her face, for she wore a mask, a domino, a black piece of silk that hid her forehead and eyes. Her mouth seemed just a trifle large--she was a small woman--but, as that impression eventually disappeared, I may have had it because at first her mouth gaped a little. She was not at all the type one would suspect of being a female bandit. There was a shade of delicacy about her half-hidden face that the mask did not conceal.

BOHEMIA (Vie de Bohem)
Note: A Play in Five Acts By T. Barriere and H. Murger, Translated and Adapted by Frank J. Morlock

Bohemian San Francisco--Clarence E. Edwords
In O'Farrell street the Delmonico was one of the most famous of the French restaurants until the fire. It was several stories high, and each story contained private rooms. Carriages drove directly into the building from the street and the occupants went by elevator to soundproof rooms above, where they were served by discreet waiters.

Bolo Shadows in Shanghai--R. MARTINI
It all began in a brawl in a honky-tonk down one of Shanghai's dark alleys of mystery. Jack Farrell had put his foot into a secret national intrigue in which he was to be pitted against powerful and sinister forces.

BORDERLAND--ARTHUR J. BURKS
Gigantic Beasts of Death and Destruction Stalk a Mysterious Island in this Tense, Fantastic Story of Santo Domingo

Botchan (Master Darling)--Mr. Kin-nosuke Natsume
My teaching began at last. When I entered the class-room and stepped upon the platform for the first time, I felt somewhat strange. While lecturing, I wondered if a fellow like me could keep up the profession of public instructor. The students were noisy. Once in a while, they would holler 'Teacher!' 'Teacher,'--it was 'going some.' I had been calling others 'teacher' every day so far, in the school of physics, but in calling others 'teacher' and being called one, there is a wide gap of difference. It made me feel as if some one was tickling my soles. I am not a sneakish fellow, nor a coward; only--it's a pity--I lack audacity. Note: trans. by Yasotaro Morri

Boule de Suif--Guy de Maupassant
Et il entendit ses petits sabots decouverts battre le sapin de l'escalier; et, quand elle fut arrivee aux dernieres marches, il la prit par le bras, et des qu'elle eut laisse devant la porte ses etroites chaussures de bois a cote des grosses galoches du maitre, il la poussa dans sa chambre en grognant:

Boy Scouts on Motorcycles--G. Harvey Ralphson
Boy Scouts on Motorcycles Or With The Flying Squadron

Boys and Girls from Thackeray--Kate Dickinson Sweetser
After his father's second marriage, Tommy and Sarah, his nurse, who was also a cousin of Mr. Newcome's first wife, were transported from the cottage, where they had lived in great comfort, to the palace hard by, surrounded by lawns and gardens, graperies, aviaries, luxuries of all kinds. This paradise was separated from the outer world by a, thick hedge of tall trees and an ivy-covered porter's gate, through which they who travelled to London on the top of the Clapham coach could only get a glimpse of the bliss within. It was a serious paradise. As you entered at the gate, gravity fell on you; and decorum wrapped you in a garment of starch.

Braid Claith
Ye wha are fain to hae your name/ Wrote in the bonny book of fame,/ Let merit nae pretension claim/ To laurel'd wreath,/ But hap ye weel, baith back and wame,

Brave and Bold
BRAVE AND BOLD Or THE FORTUNES OF ROBERT RUSHTON

Bride of the Mistletoe--James Lane Allen
Next the old forest worshipper peopled the trees with an intermediate race of sylvan deities less than divine, more than human; and long he beguiled himself with the exquisite reign and proximity of these; but the lesser could not maintain themselves in temples from which the greater had already been expelled, and they too passed out of sight down the roadway of the world.

Britain at Bay--Spenser Wilkinson
The employment of force for the maintenance of right is the foundation of all civilised human life, for it is the fundamental function of the State, and apart from the State there is no civilisation, no life worth living. The first business of the State is to protect the community against violent interference from outside. This it does by requiring from its subjects whatever personal service and whatever sacrifice of property and of time may be necessary; and resistance to these demands, as well as to any injunctions whatever laid by the State upon its subjects, is unconditionally suppressed by force.

British Foreign Policy
Selected Speeches on British Foreign Policy 1738-1914

Brotherly Love
BROTHERLY LOVE; SHEWING That as merely human it may not always be depended upon.

Brutus, Orator
Full title: Cicero's Brutus or History of Famous Orators; also His Orator, or Accomplished Speaker.

Buddy And Brighteyes Pigg
'Look out that a big fox or a bad dog doesn't get you,' said Buddy. 'Well, I'm going off to find Sammie and Billie and Johnnie and Jimmie and Peetie and Jackie Bow Wow, and Bully and Bawly Frog, and we'll have a fine time on the Fourth.'

Building a State in Apache Land--Charles D. Poston
Gabilonda, who was the only Mexican officer who protested against the massacre, came very near being mobbed by Americans in Tucson, although he was perfectly innocent of any crime,--on the contrary, deserved credit for his humanity in rescuing the boy Evans. Gabilonda was subsequently tried by a Mexican court martial organized by Pesquiera, the Governor of Sonora, and acquitted. He lived to a green old age as Collector of Mexican customs on the boundary line, and died honored and respected.

Bulemanns Haus--Theodor Storm
Und wirklich wollen lustige Brueder, die von naechtlichen Schmaeusen dort vorbeigekommen, ein Gequieke wie von unzaehligen Maeusen hinter den dunklen Fenstern gehoert haben. Einer, der im Uebermut den Tuerklopfer anschlug, um den Widerhall durch die oeden Raeume schallen zu hoeren, behauptet sogar, er habe drinnen auf den Treppen ganz deutlich das Springen grosser Tiere gehoert. 'Fast", pflegt er, dies erzaehlend, hinzuzusetzen, 'hoerte es sich an wie die Spruenge der grossen Raubtiere

Bull Hunter--Max Brand
Bull sighed. 'I ain't got much time, partner,' he said. Approaching the door, he examined it wistfully. 'But, maybe, they's another way.' He drew back a little, raised his right leg, and smashed the heavy cowhide boot against the door. The wood split from top to bottom, and Bull's leg was driven on through the aperture. He paused to wrench the fragments of the door from lock and hinges and then beckoned to Pete Reeve. 'Look for your gun in here, Reeve.'

Bullets And Billets--Bruce Bairnsfather
An extraordinary sensation--the first time of going into trenches. The first idea that struck me about them was their haphazard design. There was, no doubt, some very excellent reason for someone or other making those trenches as they were; but they really did strike me as curious when I first saw them.

Bunch Grass--Horace Annesley Vachell
Full title: Bunch Grass; A Chronicle of Life on a Cattle Ranch

Buried Alive: A Tale of These Days
Mr. Oxford's club alarmed and intimidated him; it was so big and so black. Externally it resembled a town-hall of some great industrial town. As you stood on the pavement at the bottom of the flight of giant steps that led to the first pair of swinging doors, your head was certainly lower than the feet of a being who examined you sternly from the other side of the glass. Your head was also far below the sills of the mighty windows of the ground-floor. There were two storeys above the ground-floor, and above them a projecting eave of carven stone that threatened the uplifted eye like a menace.

Burnham Breaker--Homer Greene
'Wait a bit! Keep up your courage, Ralph. Ye've done a braw thing, an' ye're through the worst o' it; but ye'll find a hard path yet, an' ye'll need a stout hert. Ralph,' he had taken both the boy's hands into his again, and was looking tenderly into his haggard face and bloodshot eyes; the traces of the struggle were so very plain--'Ralph, I fear I'd cry ower ye a bit an we had the time, ye've sufferit so. An' it's gude for ye, I'm thinkin', that ye mus' go quick. I'd make ye weak, an' ye need to be strang. I canna fear for ye, laddie; ye ken the right an' ye'll do it. Good-by till ye; it'll not be lang till I s'all go to ye; good-by!'

By Water to the Columbian Exposition--Johanna S. Wisthaler
The largest vessels may be towed into the Chicago River, being supplied with docks and water-slips and affording a dockage capacity of nearly forty miles.--Originally named Chacaqua River, (the Indian word for thunder, after the Indian Thor or Thunder God), it is supposed to have given the city its name.

By-Ways of Bombay--S. M. Edwardes, C.V.O.
Meanwhile there is some movement toward in the half-light of the inner room. From time to time you catch a glimpse of the black sphinx-faces, immobile and heavy-eyed, framed in scarves bearing a bold pattern of red monkeys and blue palm-trees: and as the din increases the owners of those inscrutable faces creep out and sink down upon a strip of china matting on the far side of the room. They are the wives and daughters of the community--some of them young and, from the Sidi point of view, good to look upon, others emulating the elephant in bulk, but all preternaturally solemn and immovable.

Byron--John Nichol
These romances belong to the same period of the author's poetic career as the first two cantos of Childe Harold. They followed one another like brilliant fireworks. They all exhibit a command of words, a sense of melody, and a flow of rhythm and rhyme, which mastered Moore and even Scott on their own ground. None of them are wanting in passages, as 'He who hath bent him o'er the dead,' and the description of Alp leaning against a column, which strike deeper than any verse of either of those writers. But there is an air of melodrama in them all. Harmonious delights of novel readers, they will not stand against the winnowing wind of deliberate criticism.

C'Etait ainsi...--Cyriel Buysse
Obstinement, pendant toute la journee, les femmes se tinrent a l'ecart des hommes. Ni a huit heures, ni a quatre heures, aucune ne se montra dans la cour pour le casse-croute en commun avec les hommes. Ceux-ci, desireux de connaitre des details, etaient extremement vexes. A quatre heure et quart, Ollewaert, ne voyant pas arriver sa fille, se facha tout rouge et se dirigea vers la 'fosse aux femmes", pour contraindre au besoin Victorine par la force.

Calderon The Courtier
Meanwhile, Fonseca prospered almost beyond his hopes. Young, ardent, sanguine, the poor novice had fled from her quiet home and the indulgence of her free thoughts, to the chill solitude of the cloister, little dreaming of the extent of the change. With a heart that overflowed with the warm thoughts of love and youth, the ghostlike shapes that flitted round her, the icy forms, the rigid ceremonials of that life, which is but the mimicry of death, appalled and shocked her.

Caleb Williams--William Godwin
CALEB WILLIAMS OR THINGS AS THEY ARE BY WILLIAM GODWIN WITH AN INTRODUCTION BY ERNEST A. BAKER, M.A. LONDON 1903

Calvary Alley--Alice Hegan Rice
Nance's heart sank. It was a blow to find that Mag, who was the cleverest girl in the finishing room, had been filing bottle necks for four years. She stole a glance at her stooped shoulders and sallow skin and the hideous, empty socket of her left eye. What was the good of becoming expert if it only put one where Mag was?

Cameos from English History--Charlotte Mary Yonge
Full title: Cameos from English History, from Rollo to Edward II

Camps, Quarters, and Casual Places--Archibald Forbes
None of the greater rivers of Scotland makes so much haste to reach the ocean as does the turbulent and impatient Spey. From its parent lochlet in the bosom of the Grampians it speeds through Badenoch, the country of Cluny MacPherson, the chief of Clan Chattan, a region to this day redolent of memories of the '45. It abates its hurry as its current skirts the grave of the beautiful Jean Maxwell, Duchess of Gordon, who raised the 92nd Highlanders by giving a kiss with the King's shilling to every recruit, and who now since many long years

Candida--George Bernard Shaw
(Marchbanks.) Ich fuerchtete, Sie auch zu stoeren; er glich einer Waffe. Wenn ich ein Held aus alten Tagen waere, wuerde ich mein gezogenes Schwert zwischen uns gelegt haben. Wenn Morell gekommen waere, haette er geglaubt, dass Sie den Schuerhaken ergriffen haben, weil kein Schwert zwischen uns liegt.

Candidate for Death--Theodore Tinsley
Hired guns gave their wolf cry when the Scarlet Ace passed the word, but they forgot the law of the pack until they paid the price of fear.

Cape Cod Ballads, and Other Verse--Joseph C. Lincoln
I remember, when a youngster, all the happy hours I spent/ When to visit Uncle Hiram in the country oft I went;/ And the pleasant recollection still in memory has a charm/ Of my boyish romps and rambles round the dear old-fashioned farm./ But at night all joyous fancies from my youthful bosom crept,

Captain Mugford
While these thoughts were passing through my mind, I heard the first mate say that be could make out something white on the shore, which he took for a tent or a boat's sail. As we drew nearer it became evident that there was a tent, but no human being was stirring that we could see. Nearer still a boat was observed, drawn up on the rocks. On further inspection she was discovered to be a complete wreck. Melancholy indeed was the spectacle which told so clearly its own story--how the shipwrecked mariners had been cast on the island in their boat--how they had gone on waiting for relief, and how at length famine had carried them off, one by one, till none remained. Still our captain was not a man to quit the spot after so cursory an inspection.

Captains All and Others--W.W. Jacobs
The boatswain gazed at him fixedly. 'You meet me 'ere in this spot at eleven o'clock to-night,' he said, solemnly; 'and I'll take you to her 'ouse and put you through a little winder I know of. You goes upstairs and alarms her, and she screams for help. I'm watching the house, faithful-like, and hear 'er scream. I dashes in at the winder, knocks you down, and rescues her. D'ye see?'

Captivating Mary Carstairs--Henry Sydnor Harrison
"A lot of people don't believe the paper, though," said Peter. "On the contrary they believe that you are Stanhope and that you bought the Gazette to disown yourself and save your hide. A foolish idea, but it has doubtless been helped out by whispers from higher up. Smith's selling out has made Ryan see red. Smith's still in town, by the way, which argues a good deal of cool nerve on his part. Hare hears that Ryan is in a murdering humor--" (book that became the movie that nearly wrecked Norma Talmadge's career).

Carmilla
Slightly different version, looks like.

Carnacki, The Ghost Finder
1912 version (shorter)

Casanova's Homecoming--Arthur Schnitzler
Casanova withdrew his kerchief filled with the gold pieces from beneath the bolster, and emptied the money on the table. He counted the coins under Lorenzi's eyes--a process which was soon over, for many of the gold pieces were worth several ducats each. Putting the stipulated sum into two purses, he handed these to Lorenzi. This left about a hundred ducats for himself. Lorenzi stuffed the purses into his tail-pockets, and was about to leave, still silent

Case Of The HONEST THIEVES--Thomas Thursday
The boss sipped the last of his grape juice. Joe, the counterman, remarked, 'Say, Chief, what's all this robbery I been reading in the papers all about? It sure looks screwy to me. I bet they ain't all honest like they say.'

Ceasar Dies
'This whole business is getting too confused for me,' he grumbled, sitting down again. 'You want to kill Commodus, as is reasonable. Marcia has ordered me to kill you, which is unreasonable! Yet for the present she protects you. Why? She knows you are Commodus' enemy. She seems anxious to save Commodus. Yet she encourages Pertinax, who doesn't want to be emperor; he only dallies with the thought because Marcia helps Cornificia to persuade him! Isn't that a confusion for you? And now there's Bultius Livius. As I understand it, Marcia caught him spying on her. No woman in her senses would trust Livius; the man has snowbroth in his veins and slow fire in his head. Yet Marcia now heaps favors on him!'

Chantecler--Edmond Rostand
PATOU I am a horrible mixture, issue of every passer-by! I can feel barking within me the voice of every blood. Retriever, mastiff, pointer, poodle, hound--my soul is a whole pack, sitting in circle, musing. Cock, I am all dogs, I have been every dog!

Character Sketches, v1--The Rev. E. Cobham Brewer, LL.D.
CHARACTER SKETCHES OF ROMANCE, FICTION AND THE DRAMA A REVISED AMERICAN EDITION OF THE READER'S HANDBOOK (a-f)

Character Writings of the 17th Century--Various
A FLATTERER Is the shadow of a fool. He is a good woodman, for he singleth out none but the wealthy. His carriage is ever of the colour of his patient; and for his sake he will halt or wear a wry neck. He dispraiseth nothing but poverty and small drink, and praiseth his Grace of making water. He selleth himself with reckoning his great friends, and teacheth the present how to win his praises by reciting the other gifts; he is ready for all employments, but especially before dinner, for his courage and his stomach go together. He will play any upon his countenance, and where he cannot be admitted for a counsellor he will serve as a fool.

Charlotte's Inheritance--M. E. Braddon
In his love for the woman he had chosen Gustave Lenoble never wavered. He worked for her, he endured for her, he hoped against hope for her sake; and it was only when bodily strength failed that this nameless foot-soldier began to droop and falter in life's bitter battle. Things had gone ill with him. He had tried his fate as an advocate in Paris, in Caen, in Rouen--but clients would not come. He had been a clerk, now in one counting-house, now in another, and Susan and he had existed somehow during the seven years of their married life.

Cheerful--By Request
The deadly newspaper story he scents in the dark. Cub reporter. Crusty city editor. Cub fired. Stumbles on to a big story. Staggers into newspaper office wild-eyed. Last edition. 'Hold the presses!' Crusty C.E. stands over cub's typewriter grabbing story line by line. Even foreman of pressroom moved to tears by tale. 'Boys, this ain't just a story this kid's writin'. This is history!' Story finished. Cub faints. C.E. makes him star reporter.

Child's New Story Book
'Oh! this clear frosty morning! it makes one feel all life and glee. I declare I have been running about the garden till I am all of a glow; and there you sit by the fire, Emma, looking quite dull. Come with me, and I will show you how the little pond is frozen over.'

Children of the Frost
'And further, O Gnob, thou art chief of the Tana-naw; and I, Keesh, the son of Keesh, am chief of the Thlunget. Wherefore, when my seed springs from the loins of thy daughter, there shall be a friendship between the tribes, a great friendship, and Tana-naw and Thlunget shall be brothers of the blood in the time to come. What I have said I will do, that will I do. And how is it with you, O Gnob, in this matter?'

Children's Rights and Others
In still another of God's fair lands a child entered the world, and he grew toward manhood vigorous and lusty; but he heeded not his parents' commands, and when his disobedience had been long continued, the fathers of the tribe decreed that he should be stoned to death, for so it was written in the sacred books. And as the youth was the absolute property of his parents, and as by common consent they had full liberty to deal with him as seemed good to them, they consented unto his death, that his soul might be saved alive, and the evening sun shone crimson on his dead body as it lay upon the sands of the desert.

Chip, of the Flying U
He was hungry for a solitary ride such as had, before now, drawn much of the lonely ache out of his heart and keyed him up to the life which he must live and which chafed his spirit more than even he realized. Instead of such slender comfort, he was forced to ride beside the girl who had hurt him--so close that his knee sometimes brushed her horse-- and to listen to her friendly chatter and make answer, at times, with at least some show of civility.

Choice Specimens of American Literature--Benj. N. Martin
CHOICE SPECIMENS OF AMERICAN LITERATURE, AND LITERARY READER, BEING SELECTIONS FROM THE CHIEF AMERICAN WRITERS

Christianity and Islam--C.H. Becker
In order to understand Muhammed's attitude towards Christianity, we will examine in greater detail his view of this religion, the portions of it which he accepted or which he rejected as unauthentic. In the first place he must have regarded the Trinity as repugnant to reason: he considered the Christian Trinity as consisting of God the Father, Mary the Mother of God, and Jesus the Son of God.

Christie, the King's Servant--Mrs. O. F. Walton
That night I had a strange dream. I thought I was once more on the village green. It was a wild, stormy night, the wind was blowing hard, and the rain was falling fast; yet through the darkness I could distinguish crowds of figures gathered on the green. On the side farther from the sea there was a bright light streaming through the darkness. I wondered in my dream what was going on, and I found that it was a tug of war, taking place in the darkness of the night. I saw the huge cable, and gradually as I watched I caught sight of those who were pulling.

Christmas Eve on Lonesome and Other Stories
The dreaded message had come. The lank messenger, who had brought it from over Black Mountain, dropped into a chair by the stove and sank his teeth into a great hunk of yellow cheese. 'Flitter Bill' Richmond waddled from behind his counter, and out on the little platform in front of his cross-roads store. Out there was a group of earth-stained countrymen, lounging against the rickety fence or swinging on it, their heels clear of the ground, all whittling, chewing, and talking the matter over. All looked up at Bill, and he looked down at them, running his eye keenly from one to another until he came to one powerful young fellow loosely bent over a wagon-tongue.

Christmas in Legend and Story--Elva S. Smith
Oh, who are these that hasten beneath the starry sky, As if with joyful tidings that through the world shall fly? The faithful shepherds these, who greatly were afeared When, as they watched their flocks by night, the heavenly host appeared.

Cicero--Rev. W. Lucas Collins
We must return to Rome. Cicero had never left it but for his short occasional holiday. Though no longer in office, the ex-consul was still one of the foremost public men, and his late dignity gave him important precedence in the Senate. He was soon to be brought into contact, and more or less into opposition, with the two great chiefs of parties in whose feuds he became at length so fatally involved. Pompey and Caesar were both gradually becoming formidable, and both had ambitious plans of their own, totally inconsistent with any remnant of republican liberty--plans which Cicero more or less suspected, and of that suspicion they were probably both aware.

Civil Government in the United States--John Fiske
Civil Government in the United States Considered with Some Reference to Its Origins

Claire de Lune
Et j'errai, surpris comme si j'avais decouvert l'habitation d'un dieu a travers ces salles portees par des colonnes legeres ou pesantes, a travers ces couloirs perces a jour, levant mes yeux emerveilles sur ces clochetons qui semblent des fusees parties vers le ciel et sur tout cet emmelement incroyable de tourelles, de gargouilles, d'ornements sveltes et charmants, feu d'artifice de pierre, dentelle de granit, chef-d'oeuvre d'architecture colossale et delicate.

Classic Myths--Retold by Mary Catherine Judd
'As soon as she had gone, this wee baby turned over, lifted his head, and, seeing the door of the cave ajar, put out his hand. Touching the sides of the cradle, he sprang out like a boy ten years old. Slipping through the doorway, Mercury ran quickly down to the river bank near his home. A river tortoise was in his way. His tiny toes tripped over it and he fell. Vexed to be stopped by such a slow, clumsy creature, Mercury dashed it on a rock and killed it. Then he threw it into the river and watched the fish feed on its flesh. It seemed but a minute before the empty shell drifted to his feet. Mercury picked it up and felt sorry for what he had done.

Cleopatra--Jacob Abbott
In the mean time, while the events related in the last chapter were taking place at Alexandria, Cleopatra remained anxious and uneasy in her camp, quite uncertain, for a time, what it was best for her to do. She wished to be at Alexandria. She knew very well that Caesar's power in controlling the course of affairs in Egypt would necessarily be supreme. She was, of course, very earnest in her desire to be able to present her cause before him. As it was, Ptolemy and Pothinus were in communication with the arbiter, and, for aught she knew, assiduously cultivating his favor, while she was far away, her cause unheard, her wrongs unknown, and perhaps even her existence forgotten. Of course, under such circumstances, she was very earnest to get to Alexandria.

Clerambault--Romain Rolland
CLERAMBAULT THE STORY OF AN INDEPENDENT SPIRIT DURING THE WAR

Cleveland Past and Present--Maurice Joblin
Full title: CLEVELAND PAST AND PRESENT Its Representative Men Comprising Biographical Sketches of Pioneer Settlers and Prominent Citizens With a History of the City and Historical Sketches of Its Commerce, Manufactures, Ship Building, Railroads, Telegraphy, Schools, Churches, Etc., Profusely Illustrated with Photographic Views and Portraits

Cliff Castles and Cave Dwellings of Europe--Sabine Baring-Gould
Troo bears a certain resemblance to the city of Og. Originally it was all underground, but in process of time it effervesced, bubbled out of its holes, and is now but half troglodyte. The heights that form the Northern declivity of the valley of the Loir come to an abrupt end here, and have been sawn through by a small stream creating a natural fosse, isolating the hill of Troo that is attached to the plateau only on the North. The hill rises steeply from the river to a crest occupied by a Romanesque church recently scoured to the whiteness of flour, and beside it is a mighty tumulus, planted with trees.

Coleman's Angel
Like it or not, he thought, the Midnight Sentinel's the only one who can help. His face was grim as he changed into the costume. I keep having to put this on again, he reflected. Almost as if it were meant to be.

Coleridge's Ancient Mariner and Select Poems
The Scribner English Classics EDITED BY FREDERICK H. SYKES

Coleridge's Literary Remains, Volume 4
The dislike commonly felt is not of the doctrine of the Trinity, but of the positive anathematic assertion of the everlasting perdition of all and of each who doubt the same;--an assertion deduced from Scripture only by a train of captious consequences, and equivocations. Thus, A.: 'I honour and admire Caius for his great learning.' B.: 'The knowledge of the Sanscrit is an important article in Caius's learning.'

Collection of Voyages and Travels, Vol. II--Robert Kerr
Having procured a new guide, we arrived at Nuremburg on the 10th of March. This is a fine city, having a river running through the middle of it, and is defended by an excellent citadel. While here, I inquired of my landlord if there were any travellers going our way. He informed me that there were two ambassadors from the king of Poland then in the city, who, he was certain, would be happy to receive a visit from me. I therefore sent my chaplain, Stephen Testa, to inform these gentlemen of my being in Nuremburg, and of the purpose of my journey, and of my desire to pay them a visit.

Comic History of England--Bill Nye
With the landing of Hengist and Horsa English history really begins, for Caesar's capture of the British Isles was of slight importance viewed in the light of fast-receding centuries. There is little to-day in the English character to remind one of Caesar, who was a volatile and epileptic emperor with massive and complicated features.

Coming to the King--Frances Ridley Havergal
Oh Saviour if Thy presence here/ Can such bright joy impart/ What must it be in that sweet home/ Where Thou its glory art

Complete Prose Works--Walt Whitman
Meantime, in Washington, among the great persons and their entourage, a mixture of awful consternation, uncertainty, rage, shame, helplessness, and stupefying disappointment. The worst is not only imminent, but already here. In a few hours--perhaps before the next meal--the secesh generals, with their victorious hordes, will be upon us. The dream of humanity, the vaunted Union we thought so strong, so impregnable--lo! it seems already smash'd like a china plate. One bitter, bitter hour--perhaps proud America will never again know such an hour. She must pack and fly--no time to spare.

Concerning Animals and Other Matters--E.H. Aitken
The bird, occupied with thoughts of love and beauty, with 'fields, or waves, or mountains' and 'shapes of sky or plain,' has made little advance in the art and instruments of good living. It swallows its food whole, scarcely knowing the taste of it, and a pair of forceps for picking it up, tipped and cased with horn, is the whole of its dining furniture. For the bill of a bird, primarily and essentially, is that and nothing else. In the chickens and the sparrows that come to steal their food, and the robin that looks on, and all the little dicky-birds, you may see it in its simplicity.

Concerning Cats--Helen M. Winslow
Full title: CONCERNING CATS My Own and Some Others

Confession de Minuit--Georges Duhamel
Lanoue ne sait rien, je pense, du caractere de l'amitie que je lui porte. Quelque chose qui est encore une forme de l'orgueil me pousse a dissimuler comme des faiblesses les penchants les plus spontanes. Et puis, Lanoue ne sait pas qu'il est mon seul ami. Je lui ai toujours laisse croire que je possedais maintes autres relations captivantes et precieuses. Puis-je avouer a Lanoue que je suis une nature tres pauvre, incapable de plusieurs amis?

Congreve's Comedy of Manners--Frank J. Morlock
My intention in writing this play was to distill the essence of Congreve, to the extent of my ability, into one stageworthy play. Congreve wrote four comedies, The Way of The World being his acknowledged masterpiece. Love for Love is less brilliant but easier to perform, though it seldom is. His earlier plays, The Old Bachelor and the Double Dealer contain very good material but are rarely read let alone performed. Revival is unlikely. I had the idea of building a pastiche of all the comedies.

Consumers' Cooperative Societies in New York State
In starting a cooperative enterprise two things must be considered: first, the kind of business to go into and, second, the method of organization. Any group desiring to engage in a cooperative venture should first of all, through a committee and by consultation with experts, determine what type of enterprise will serve them most effectively. Where competition is unusually keen and profit margins are low, cooperation is less likely to be of service than where the opposite is the case.

Conversations d'une petite fille avec sa poupee--Mme de Renneville
Venez ici, Zozo; j'ai bien des choses a vous dire. Vous avez bien fait, et mal fait. Savez-vous en quoi?--Non maman.--Eh bien! je vais vous l'apprendre. Quand nous sommes entrees chez madame L., vous avez fait la reverence; c'est bien. Vous avez repondu comme une belle fille, lorsque cette dame vous a souhaite le bonjour; vous avez eu soin de vous moucher souvent; vous avez ete sage tout le temps que votre maman a ete chez madame L.; vous avez remercie poliment quand cette dame vous a donne des bonbons.

Coogan's Last Run--Frank L. Packard
'He'll never put his finger on a throttle again,' said Regan, with a choke in his voice, as they came out. 'The best man that ever pulled a latch, the best man that ever drew a pay check on the Hill Division. It's hell, Carleton; that's what it is. I don't think he really knew you or me. He don't seem to remember much of anything, though he's natural enough and able enough to take care of himself in all other ways. Just kind of simplelike. It's queer the way that Devil's Slide has got him, what? We can't let him go out there.'

Coquelin
I have an impression that this was the second part I saw him play, with Delaunay as the scatterbrained hero. Coquelin was dressed like a figure of the old Italian comedy, in great stripes of crimson and white, a little round cloak, a queer, inflated-looking cap, and breeches and hose of the same pattern. I can see him, I can hear him, the incarnation of humorous effrontery and agility, launching his prodigious voice over the footlights, fairly trumpeting his 'points,' and giving an unparalleled impression of life and joy.

CORPSES IS CORPSES--RICHARD BRISTER
A college prank becomes a matter of grim reality when Professor Harry Dinwoodie suddenly digs up a dead body!

Counsels and Maxims--Arthur Schopenhauer
So if you have to live amongst men, you must allow everyone the right to exist in accordance with the character he has, whatever it turns out to be: and all you should strive to do is to make use of this character in such a way as its kind and nature permit, rather than to hope for any alteration in it, or to condemn it off-hand for what it is. This is the true sense of the maxim--Live and let live. That, however, is a task which is difficult in proportion as it is right; and he is a happy man who can once for all avoid having to do with a great many of his fellow creatures.

Courage--J. M. Barrie
THE RECTORIAL ADDRESS DELIVERED AT ST. ANDREWS UNIVERSITY MAY 3rd 1922

Cowmen and Rustlers--Edward S. Ellis
COWMEN AND RUSTLERS A Story of the Wyoming Cattle Ranges

Crabbe, (George)--Alfred Ainger
On the arrival of the family at Parham, poor Crabbe discovered that even an accession of fortune had its attendant drawbacks. His son, George, records his own recollections (he was then a child of seven years) of the scene that met their view on their alighting at Parham Lodge. 'As I got out of the chaise, I remember jumping for very joy, and exclaiming, 'Here we are, here we are--little Willy and all!''--(his parents' seventh and youngest child, then only a few weeks old)--'but my spirits sunk into dismay when, on entering the well-known kitchen, all there seemed desolate, dreary, and silent.

Crawford's Consistency
The lightning fell, in fact, a short time afterward. Crawford saw Miss Ingram, admired her, observed her, and loved her. The impression she produced upon him was indeed a sort of summing up of the impression she produced upon society at large. The circumstances of her education and those under which she made her first appearance in the world, were such as to place her beauty in extraordinary relief. She had been brought up more in the manner of an Italian princess of the middle ages----sequestered from conflicting claims of ward-ship than as the daughter of a plain American citizen.

Crescent and Iron Cross--E. F. Benson
But from about the beginning of the reign of the present German Emperor, German or rather Prussian diplomacy had been going quietly about its work. It was worth while to study the psychology of the Turks, because dimly then, but with ever-increasing distinctness, Germany foresaw that Turkey might be a counter of immense importance in the great conflict which was assuredly drawing nearer, though as yet its existence was but foreshadowed by the most distant reflections of summer lightning on a serene horizon.

CRIME COUNTY
Darport was quiet, but crime was brewing under the surface--and The Shadow knew it!

Cuba, Old and New--Albert Gardner Robinson
The next city, eastward, is Camaguey, in many ways doubtless the best worth a visit, next to Havana, of any city on the island. It is a place of interesting history and, for me personally, a place of somewhat mixed recollections. The history may wait until I have told my story. I think it must have been on my third visit to the island, early in 1902. On my arrival in Havana, I met my friend Charles M. Pepper, a fellow laborer in the newspaper field. He at once informed me that he and I were to start the next morning for a three or four weeks' journey around the island.

Curiosites Infernales--P. L. Jacob
Les mimes et sauteurs font des mouvements si etranges, et se plient, replient en tant de facons, qu'on doit croire qu'il n'y a sorte de posture, de laquelle les hommes et femmes ne se puissent rendre capables par une serieuse etude, ou un long exercice, pouvant meme faire des extensions extraordinaires et ecarquillemens de jambes, de cuisses et autres parties du corps a cause de l'extension des nerfs, muscles et tendons, par longue experience et habitude; partant telles operations ne se font que par la force de la nature.

CURIOUS CIRCUMSTANCE OF THE MAID'S MUSTACHE
WATSON: An Englishman should always be meticulous about gender, Holmes. I've always said so.

Dab Kinzer--William O. Stoddard
Full title: Dab Kinzer A Story of a Growing Boy

Daddy Takes Us Skating--Howard R. Garis
And that is always the way it is in races--each one wants to be first. That is very right and proper, for it is a good thing to try and be first, or best, in everything we do. Only we must do it fairly, and not be mean, or try to get in the way of anyone else. And, if we don't win, after we have done our best, why we must try and be cheerful about it. And never forget to say to the one who has come out ahead:

Dahcotah--Mary Eastman
Dahcotah Life and Legends of the Sioux Around Fort Snelling

Damon and Delia--William Godwin
In an instant our hero and his companion, escorted by young Fletcher, entered the room. The astonishment of Damon, at being so suddenly introduced to a person, whom he had never expected to see again, was immeasurable. He rushed forward with a kind of rapture; he suddenly recollected himself; but at length advanced with hesitation. There was no one present beside those we have already named. The castle was probably familiar to every person except Delia and her companions. Every one beside was therefore assembled upon the terrace.

Daniel Deronda: A Conversation
Theodora. She reads well when she chooses, but I am sorry to say that in some of the fine passages of this last book she took quite a false tone. I couldn't have read them aloud, myself; I should have broken down. But Pulcheria,---would you really believe it?---when she couldn't go on, it was not for tears, but for---the contrary.

Darkest India--Commissioner Booth-Tucker
In the cities the overcrowding has become so excessive, and the accomodation available for the poor is so inadequate, costly and squalid, as to almost beggar description. Considerations of decency, comfort and health are largely thrown to the winds. A single unfurnished room, merely divided from the next one by a thin boarding, through which everything can be heard, will command from five to thirty rupees a month, and even more, according to its position, in Bombay.

Das Leiden eines Knaben--Conrad Ferdinand Meyer
'Julian Boufflers? Dieser starb, wenn mir recht ist", erinnerte sich der Koenig, und sein Gedaechtnis taeuschte ihn selten, '17** im Jesuitencollegium an einer Gehirnentzuendung, welche das arme Kind durch Ueberarbeitung sich mochte zugezogen haben, und da Pere Tellier in jenen Jahren dort Studienpraefekt sein konnte, hat er allerdings, sehr figuerlich gesprochen", spottete der Koenig, 'den unbegabten, aber im Lernen hartnaeckigen Knaben in das Grab gebracht.

Das Maedchen von Treppi--Paul Heyse
'Kind", sagte er mit einer gutmuetigen Miene, die seinen entschiedenen Zuegen wohl stand, 'das tut mir leid. Vor sieben Jahren dacht' ich wohl noch, es wuessten es alle Weiber, dass zaertliche Maennerworte nicht viel mehr wert sind als Spielmarken, die man freilich gelegentlich gegen klingendes Geld umwechselt, wenn es ausdruecklich ausgemacht ist. Was dacht' ich nicht alles vor sieben Jahren von euch Weibern! Jetzt denk ich, ehrlich gesagt, selten an euch. Liebes Kind, man hat so viel Wichtigeres zu denken.'

Daumier, Caricaturist
I used just now the term pessimism; but that was doubtless in a great measure because I have been turning over a collection of the wonderful drawings of Honoré Daumier. The same impression would remain with me, no doubt, if I had been consulting an equal mass of the work of Gavarni, the wittiest, the most literary and most acutely profane of all mockers with the pencil. The feeling of the pessimist abides in all these things, the expression of the spirit for which humanity is definable primarily by its weaknesses.

Dave Darrin's Second Year at Annapolis--H. Irving Hancock
Full title: Dave Darrin's Second Year at Annapolis Or, Two Midshipmen as Naval Academy 'Youngsters'

Dave Darrin's Third Year at Annapolis--H. Irving Hancock
Full title: DAVE DARRIN'S THIRD YEAR AT ANNAPOLIS or Leaders of the Second Class Midshipmen

David--Charles Kingsley
What David meant by these curses can be best known from his own actions. What certain persons have meant by them since is patent enough from their actions. Mediæval monks considered but too often the enemies of their creed, of their ecclesiastical organisation, even of their particular monastery, to be ipso facto enemies of God; and applied to them the seeming curses of David's Psalms, with fearful additions, of which David, to his honour, never dreamed.

Dawn
Life is never altogether clouded over, and that morning Angela's horizon had been brightened by two big rays of sunshine that came to shed their cheering light on the grey monotony of her surroundings. For of late, notwithstanding its occasional spasms of fierce excitement, her life had been as monotonous as it was miserable. Always the same anxious grief, the same fears, the same longing pressing hourly round her like phantoms in the mist--no, not like phantoms, like real living things peeping at her from the dark.

De Bello Gallico and Other Commentaries
Caius Julius Caesar, TRANSLATED BY W. A. MACDEVITT WITH AN INTRODUCTION BY THOMAS DE QUINCEY

De Grey: a Romance
Within a week after this conversation Mrs. De Grey observed at church two persons who appeared to be strangers in the congregation: an elderly woman, meanly clad, and evidently in ill health; but with a great refinement of person and manner; and a young girl whom Mrs. De Grey took for her daughter. On the following Sunday she again found them at their devotions, and was forcibly struck by a look of sadness and trouble in their faces and attitude.

De kleine Johannes--Frederik van Eeden
Doch uit den vochtigen grond, tusschen mos en dorre bladeren, verrijzen dan plotseling en raadselachtig de wonderlijke gestalten der paddestoelen. Sommige dik, wanstaltig en vleezig, andere slank en rijzig, met geringden steel en schitterend gekleurden hoed. Dat zijn zonderlinge droombeelden van het woud.

De La Salle Fifth Reader--Brothers of the Christian Schools
And then she told how it looked inside, how life went on there, and it was not cheering; no, but fearfully sad. The shoe knew it all well, and told a whole lot in a few minutes, because she had such a well-hung tongue.

De legende en de heldhaftige--Charles de Coster
De legende en de heldhaftige, vroolijke en roemrijke daden van Uilenspiegel en Lamme Goedzak in Vlaanderenland en elders

De Libris: Prose and Verse--Austin Dobson
M. Rouquet's book is a rare duodecimo of some two hundred pages, bound in sheep, which, in the copy before us, has reached that particular stage of disintegration when the scarfskin, without much persuasion, peels away in long strips.

De omwenteling van 1830--Hendrik Conscience
De eerste morgenschemer daagde in het Oosten; wij sliepen nog even bewusteloos en vast..... toen eensklaps eene donderende ontploffing ons tegelijk deed opspringen. Honderden kogels huilden ons rondom de ooren; velen onzer makkers waren getroffen en lagen te spartelen in hun bloed. Er bleef een oogenblik van onbeschrijfelijke verwarring onder ons; dus verrast, opschietend uit den loodzwaren slaap, duizelig en dwaas, grepen wij het eerste geweer het beste en begonnen tot verdediging op de vijandelijke jagers te schieten, wier hoofden wij nu in groote menigte boven de haver zagen uitsteken. Zij gaven ons geenen tijd om onzen toestand te herkennen, en vuurden onophoudend op onze dooreenslingerende schaar.

De reis om de wereld in tachtig dagen--Jules Verne
DE REIS OM DE WERELD IN 80 DAGEN NAAR DE 30e FRANSCHE UITGAVE DOOR GEKARD KELLER

De Zoon van Dik Trom--C. Joh. Kieviet
Hoe ouder Jantje werd, des te meer gingen zijne kameraden van hem houden. Dat was volstrekt geen wonder, want hij was een aardige jongen met een goed hart. Van alles wat slecht en leelijk was, had hij een afkeer, en als sommige jongens nog wel eens iets deden, waarvan groote menschen last of schade ondervonden, deed hij nooit mee. Eenmaal had hij appelen gestolen in den tuin van Wobbe, waar de jongens dikwijls heengingen om vruchten weg te nemen, want Wobbe had een grooten boomgaard, waarin heel veel lekkers groeide.

Death of the Flute--Arthur J. Burks
NOT ALWAYS DOES THE PAST BURY ITS DEAD. OUT OF THE YELLOW WATERS OF THE PEI PO CAME A STRANGE VENGEANCE TO SINGLE OUT DORUS NOEL IN THE TANGLE OF NEW YORK'S CHINATOWN.

DEATH TAKES THE WHEEL--By G. WAYMAN JONES
When Crime and Corruption Scourge a City, Jimmy Gilmore Battles for Justice!

DEATH WITH MUSIC--By C. S. MONTANYE
Johnny Castle steps into a puzzling maze of criminal intrigue when he sets out to probe a grim hot spot murder mystery!

Debate On Woman Suffrage
Debate On Woman Suffrage In The Senate Of The United States-- Henry W. Blair, J.E. Brown, J.N. Dolph, G.G. Vest, Geo. F. Hoar.

Deccan Nursery Tales--C. A. Kincaid
Once upon a time there was a town called Atpat. In it there lived a king who had two queens. Of one of them he was very fond, but the other one he did not care for. The name of the favoured one was Patmadhavrani, and the name of the unloved one was Chimadevrani. Now the king had an enemy called Nandanbaneshwar. Such a terrible enemy he was too! He could jump into the clouds or dive into the bottom of the ocean.

Deep Waters--W.W. Jacobs
It was about eight years arter I 'ad left off going to sea and took up night-watching. A beautiful summer evening it was, and I was sitting by the gate smoking a pipe till it should be time to light up, when I noticed a woman who 'ad just passed turn back and stand staring at me. I've 'ad that sort o' thing before, and I went on smoking and looking straight in front of me. Fat middle-aged woman she was, wot 'ad lost her good looks and found others. She stood there staring and staring, and by and by she tries a little cough.

Delia Blanchflower--Mrs. Humphry Ward
As he almost ran to the station he was not conscious however of any of these small discomforts; his mind was full of Delia. He did not encourage anyone but Madeleine Tonbridge to talk to him about his ward; but he was already quite aware, before his old friend laid stress on it, of the hostile feeling towards Delia and her chaperon that was beginning to show itself in the neighbourhood. He knew that she was already pronounced heartless, odious, unprincipled, consumed with a love of notoriety, and ready for any violence, at the bidding of a woman who was probably responsible at that very moment--as a prominent organiser in the employ of the society contriving them--for some of the worst of the militant outrages.

Demons of Snake Swamp--Anthony Pelcher
What evil power ruled over the dank depths of Snake Swamp, striking death to bird, beast and man? Whence came the beautiful spectral maiden who roamed its paths by night?

Den siste atenaren--Viktor Rydberg
Mellan denna grupp och det pa katafalken vilande liket voro foersamlingens blickar delade. Naer roekelseskyarna glesnade och avsloejade Simons bleka ansikte, foerekom det de raettrogne, som om hans laeppar ville oeppna sig foer att styrka anklagelsen, som om hans drag foervrede sig foer att skraemma moerdarne. Man vaentade ett underverk. Det viskades, att Petros ville akalla himmelen, att ett sadant matte ske till vittnesboerd om homoiusions sanning och till kaettarnes omvaendelse i den avgoerande stunden.

Der Freigeist--Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Theophan. Ohne Umstaende!--Lisette kann mir einen Dienst erzeigen, wenn sie mir ihre wahre Meinung von Julianen entdeckt. Ich bin gewiss, dass sie auch in ihren Mutmassungen nicht weit vom Ziele treffen wird. Es gibt gewisse Dinge, wo ein Frauenzimmerauge immer schaerfer sieht, als hundert Augen der Mannspersonen.

Der junge Gelehrte--Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Anton (vor sich). Ja, die Gelehrten--wie gluecklich sind die Leute nicht!--Ist mein Vater nicht ein Esel gewesen, dass er mich nicht auch auf ihre Profession getan hat! Zum Henker, was muss es fuer eine Lust sein, wenn man alles in der Welt weiss, so wie mein Herr!--Potz Stern, die Buecher alle zu verstehn!--Wenn man nur darunter sitzt, man mag darin lesen oder nicht, so ist man schon ein ganz andrer Mensch!--Ich fuehl's, wahrhaftig ich fuehl's, der Verstand duftet mir recht daraus entgegen.--Gewiss, er hat recht; ohne die Gelehrsamkeit ist man nichts als eine Bestie.--Ich dumme Bestie!--(Beiseite.)

Der letzte Zentaur--Paul Heyse
Mir gegenueber lag, seine drei Stockwerke mit den dunklen Fenstern gegen Mitternacht erhebend, ein wohlbekanntes Haus mit vorspringender Ecke und einem blauen Laternchen ueber dem Eingang, in dem ich vor mehr als einem Jahrzehnt manche unvergessliche Nacht bei schlechterem Getraenk als heute, aber unter feurigeren Gespraechen zugebracht hatte. Ich las die Inschrift ueber der zierlich geschnitzten, von zwei Karyatiden gestuetzten Holzumrahmung des Torwegs: 'Weinhandlung von August Schimon'.

Der Mann im Nebel--Gustav Falke
Der Suessener war fuer die neuen, frischeren Melodieen. Er spielte ein paar auf dem Klavier. Eine klang wie ein Jaegerlied. Der Koloss polterte dagegen. Die Bauern wollten kein neues Gesangbuch, wollten sich das alte nicht nehmen lassen. Es ist so lange gut gewesen, in Freud und Leid, ist ein Stueck ihrer Seele geworden. Woraus ihre Eltern und Grosseltern und Urgrosseltern Trost und Erbauung geholt, auf einmal sollte das nicht mehr gelten?

Der Schuss von der Kanzel--Conrad Ferdinand Meyer
Wertmueller wusste, welche Poesie das 'Tischlein, deck dich!' fuer einen in duerftigen Verhaeltnissen aufgewachsenen Juengling hat; aber auch an geistiger Bewirtung liess er es nicht fehlen. Er erzaehlte von seinen Fahrten in Griechenland, er ruehmte die Naturwahrheit der Landschaften und der Meerfarben in der Odyssee, er liess die edeln und massvollen Formen eines hellenischen Tempels vor den Augen des entzueckten Kandidaten aufsteigen--kurz, er machte ihn gluecklich

Der Spiegel Des Cyprianus
In den schoensten Tagen ihrer Jugend hatte der Graf um sie, das wenig begueterte Fraeulein, geworben; aber da schon nichts mehr fehlte als das ausgesprochene Wort, hatte er sich abgewandt. Eine reiche, schoene Dame, die dem armen Fraeulein dem stattlichen Gemahl und dessen Herrschaft neidete, hatte den leichtbluetigen Mann in ihrem Liebesnetz verstrickt; und waehrend diese als Herrin in das Grafenschloss einzog, blieb die Verlassene in dem Witwenstuebchen ihrer Mutter.

Diary of John Yeardley--Diary of John Yeardley
Full title: MEMOIR AND DIARY OF JOHN YEARDLEY, Minister of the Gospel. EDITED BY CHARLES TYLOR.

Dictionary of Phrase and Fable
By E. Cobham Brewer, from the Enlarged version of 1894. .Zip format recommended.

Die Brueder Wright--Alfred Hildebrandt
Der Anflug erfolgte von einem 60 m hohen Huegel, die Windgeschwindigkeit, die mit einem Anemometer gemessen wurde, betrug 9,72 m in der Sekunde zur selben Zeit, als der Windmesser der meteorologischen Station zu Kitty Hawk etwa 12 m in der Sekunde registrierte. Die Anfahrt wurde genau gegen den Wind gerichtet.

Die Einsamen--Paul Heyse
Er war aufgestanden und erwartete die Reiterin, die, unbekuemmert um den fremden Wanderer, in ihrer Stellung blieb und nur das Tier mit einem Schlag des Zuegels ermunterte. Jetzt ritt sie an ihm vorueber, jedoch am Rande des Weges, so dass er seinen Gruss, den er ihr hinter dem Ruecken zurufen musste, nur durch ein gemessenes Nicken ihres Hinterhaupts belohnt sah. Dabei hob sie freilich das vielverschlungene Nest des schwarzen Haars von dem schoensten Nacken.

Die Erziehung des Menschengeschlechts--Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Ich meyne diesen.--Warum wollen wir in allen positiven Religionen nicht lieber weiter nichts, als den Gang erblicken, nach welchem sich der menschliche Verstand jedes Orts einzig und allein entwickeln koennen, und noch ferner entwickeln soll; als ueber eine derselben entweder laecheln, oder zuernen? Diesen unsern Hohn, diesen unsern Unwillen, verdiente in der besten Welt nichts: und nur die Religionen sollten ihn verdienen? Gott haette seine Hand bey allem im Spiele: nur bey unsern Irrthuemern nicht?

Die Hochzeit des Moenchs--Conrad Ferdinand Meyer
'Aus einer Grabschrift, die ich vor Jahren bei den Franziskanern in Padua gelesen habe. Der Stein, welcher sie traegt, lag in einem Winkel des Klostergartens, allerdings unter wildem Rosengestraeuch versteckt, aber doch den Novizen zugaenglich, wenn sie auf allen vieren krochen und sich eine von Dornen zerkritzte Wange nicht reuen liessen. Ich befahl dem Prior--will sagen, ich ersuchte ihn, den fraglichen Stein in die Bibliothek zu versetzen und unter die Hut eines Greises zu stellen.'

Die Juedin von Toledo--Franz Grillparzer
Isaak./ Es ward euch schon gesagt, hier weilt man nicht./ Hier geht demnaechst lustwandeln meine Tochter/ Und Er mit ihr, Er selbst; ich sag nicht wer./ Erzittert denn und geht! Und eure Schriften /

Die Laune des Verliebten--J.W. Goethe
Er scheint betruebt, und heimlich jauchzet er. An ihm wirst du umsonst die Zaertlichkeit verlieren. Dies Opfer, ruehrt es ihn? Es schien ihn kaum zu ruehren; Er hielt's fuer Schuldigkeit. Was willst du, armes Herz? Du murrst, drueckst diese Brust. Verdient' ich diesen Schmerz? Ja, wohl verdienst du ihn! Du siehst, dich zu betrueben Hoert er nicht auf, und doch hoerst du nicht auf zu lieben. Ich trag's nicht lange mehr. Still! Ha! ich hoere dort Schon die Musik. Es huepft mein Herz, mein Fuss will fort. Ich will!

Die Regentrude
Es war an einem Vormittag. Die Dorfstrassen standen leer; wer nur konnte, war ins Innerste der HAeuser gefluechtet; selbst die Dorfklaeffer hatten sich verkrochen. Nur der dicke Wiesenbauer stand breitspurig in der Torfahrt seines stattlichen Hauses und rauchte im Schweisse seines Angesichts aus seinem grossen Meerschaumkopfe. Dabei schaute er schmunzelnd einem maechtigen Fuder Heu entgegen, das eben von seinen Knechten in die Diele gefahren wurde

Die Richterin--Conrad Ferdinand Meyer
Eigentlich wusste sie ihn schon lange auswendig. Sie sagte ihn vorwaerts, das ging, rueckwaerts, das ging auch. Dann sah sie ihn darauf an--zum wievielten Male!--, ob er ihr mundgerecht sei und von der Schwester dem Bruder sich sagen lasse, denn Graciosus hatte es erraten: sie liebkoste den Wunsch, mit dem Wulfenbecher dazustehen und ihn Wulfrin zu kredenzen. Ob es die Mutter erlaube? Diese machte sich mit dem Becher nichts zu schaffen, sie liess ihn, wo er langeher seinen Platz hatte. Der Spruch gefiel dem Maedchen, und es malte sich die Ankunft.

Die Witwe von Pisa--Paul Heyse
Erlauben Sie mir zu bemerken, sagte ich, dass nach diesen Mitteilungen Ihre Erfahrungen mit italienischen Maedchen und Frauen mir nicht mehr so beweiskraeftig scheinen wie vorher. Ein deutscher Braeutigam, der besonders auf alles Schiefgewachsene sein Augenmerk zu richten hat-Im allerhoechsten Auftrage! fiel er mir lachend ins Wort. Aber ein Jahr ist lang, und sowohl der Herr des Landes als die Herrin meines Herzens werden es verzeihlich finden, dass ich mich in den Mussestunden auch mit geradegewachsenen Schoenheiten beschaeftigt habe. Nein, hoeren Sie erst meine Pisaner Fata.

Die zaertlichen Schwestern--Christian Fuerchtegott Gellert
Cleon. Aber wie weit hast du Julchen durch deine Gruende gebracht? Will sie den Herrn Damis heiraten? Hat sie denn ihre Herzensmeinung nicht verraten? Ich kann ja den rechtschaffenen Mann nicht laenger aufhalten. Er meint es so redlich und hat so viele Verdienste.

Dio's Rome, Vol. 4
Tiberius returned to Rome after the winter when Quintus Sulpicius and Gaius Sabinus were consuls. Augustus went out into the suburbs to meet him, accompanied him to the Saepta, and there from a platform greeted the people. Next he performed the ceremonies proper on such an occasion and had the consuls give triumphal spectacles. And since the knights on this occasion with great vigor sought for the repeal of the law regarding the unmarried and the childless, he assembled in one place in the Forum the unmarried men of this number and in another those who were married or had children. Seeing that the latter were much fewer in number than the former he was filled with grief and addressed them to the following effect:

Dio's Rome, Vol. III--Cassius Dio
An Historical Narrative Originally Composed In Greek During The Reigns Of Septimius Severus, Geta And Caracalla, Macrinus, Elagabalus And Alexander Severus

Dio's Rome, Volume V., Books 61-76 (A.D. 54-211)
Some other person, after the death of Commodus, dared to assert that he was Sextus and to undertake the recovery of his wealth and dignities. And he played the part well while many persons asked him numbers of questions: when, however, Pertinax enquired of him something about Grecian affairs, with which the real Sextus had been well acquainted, he suffered the greatest embarrassment, not being able even to understand what was said.

Diplomatic Impunity
Okay, so this was a trap. Vasya had lost a lot of face since their little war began. A lot of face, and even more money. The latter was lost, but if he could get rid of the Midnight Sentinel, publicly and spectacularly, he could at least recoup the face.

Discours sur la necessite--M. de Ladebat
Discours sur la necessite et les moyens de detruire l'esclavage dans les colonies Lu a la seance publique de l'Academie royale des sciences, belles lettres et arts de Bordeaux, le 26 Aout 1788

Discourse On Inequality--Jean Jacques Rousseau
A Discourse Upon The Origin And The Foundation Of The Inequality Among Mankind

Discourses on the First Decade of Titus Livius--Machiavelli
We should, therefore, be careful how we censure the government of Rome, and should reflect that all the great results effected by that republic, could not have come about without good cause. And if the popular tumults led the creation of the tribunes, they merit all praise; since these magistrates not only gave its due influence to the popular voice in the government, but also acted as the guardians of Roman freedom, as shall be clearly shown in the following Chapter.

Discourses--Thomas H. Huxley
It is a matter of everyday experience that it is difficult to prevent many articles of food from becoming covered with mould; that fruit, sound enough to all appearance, often contains grubs at the core; that meat, left to itself in the air, is apt to putrefy and swarm with maggots. Even ordinary water, if allowed to stand in an open vessel, sooner or later becomes turbid and full of living matter.

Discoveries of The English Nation, Volume 9--Richard Hakluyt
Nauigations, Voyages, Traffiques, and Discoueries OF THE ENGLISH NATION IN ASIA.

Discoveries of the English Nation--Richard Hakluyt
The Principal Navigations, Voyages, Traffiques and Discoveries of the English Nation. v. 8

Doctor Pascal--Emile Zola
It was a new hell. There were no more violent quarrels between Pascal and Clotilde. The doors were no longer slammed. Voices raised in dispute no longer obliged Martine to go continually upstairs to listen outside the door. They scarcely spoke to each other now; and not a single word had been exchanged between them regarding the midnight scene, although weeks had passed since it had taken place. He, through an inexplicable scruple, a strange delicacy of which he was not himself conscious, did not wish to renew the conversation, and to demand the answer which he expected--a promise of faith in him and of submission.

Doctor Syn on the High Seas
After his outburst to Tony he spoke to no one of his tragedy, and no one questioned him. No sympathy was offered by with the villagers, but they showed their respect for him by holding their tongues in his presence, and children were cautioned by their parents against taking notice of that tragic white lock in with the young Vicar's hair. When with the ordeal of that Sunday's work was over, Doctor Syn led Tony aside, and said:

Doctor Syn Returns
'You, too, are an honest man, Captain Faunce,' replied Syn. 'You show your sympathy and your sentiment without shame, and I think you. Therefore, on the strength of your generosity, if I pledge you my word that this shall never happen again, will you free these unfortunate fellows?' The Dragoon shook his head sadly. 'I'm sorry, sir. It is too late. I have sent half my men for the Sandgate cutter to arrest them. But if you are, as I understand, sir, visiting a sick woman upon the Marsh, let me not be further blamed for having detained you.' Dr. Syn looked at the prisoners. Needless to say, he recognized them all and was astonished to find so many respectable parishioners amongst them.

Dogs and All About Them--Robert Leighton
Many years ago Mr. Alfred de Rothschild tried, through his agents in China, to secure a specimen of the Palace dog for the writer, in order to carry on the Goodwood strain, but without success, even after a correspondence with Pekin which lasted more than two years; but we succeeded in obtaining confirmation of what we had always understood: namely, that the Palace dogs are rigidly guarded, and that their theft is punishable by death. At the time of the Boxer Rebellion only Spaniels, Pugs, and Poodles were found in the Imperial Palace when it was occupied by the Allied Forces, the little dogs having once more preceded the court in the flight to Si-gnanfu.

Domestic Manners of the Americans--Fanny Trollope
We were by no means the only sufferers by the accident; frogs, lizards, locusts, katiedids, beetles, and hornets, had the whole of their various tenements disturbed, and testified their displeasure very naturally by annoying us as much as possible in return; we were bit, we were stung, we were scratched; and when, at last, we succeeded in raising ourselves from the venerable ruin, we presented as woeful a spectacle as can well be imagined. We shook our (not ambrosial) garments, and panting with heat, stings, and vexation, moved a few paces from the scene of our misfortune, and again sat down; but this time it was upon the solid earth.

DON QUEBRANTA HUESOS: A TALE OF SOUTHERN SPAIN--E. and H. Heron
Late in the afternoon a halt was called, the men closed in round the prisoners, who were blindfolded and led by the firm grip of dirty brown hands through the scrub; then the wind blew more sharply on their faces, and they knew that they trod on wiry grass, which in turn changed to a surface of bare echoing rock. Passing out of this tunnel, they were secured by having their hands tied, and, when their eyes were uncovered, they found themselves in a small enclosed glade with sheer precipitous sides. The ground was furred with a coarse and hardy grass, but there were thickets of flowering shrubs and a backing of windblown pines, all pictured out by the blaze of torches.

Don't Meddle With Murder--C. S. Montanye
The sports-reporter sleuth keeps up with his reading--and smashes into fast action when he spots a clue to crime between the lines!

Dorothy's Mystical Adventures in Oz--Robert J. Evans
After everyone had settled around the fire (everyone, that is, except the Scarecrow, for fire made him very nervous), Dorothy told the story of her return to Oz. The Lion listened intently without interruption. When Dorothy was finished, he thought for a moment: 'You know,' he said at length, 'it's interesting to note that you have helped each of us here; you have helped the Munchkins and in fact all of Oz by getting rid of two very evil witches. And now you are ready to do battle again on behalf of our wonderful land. We have much to be grateful for. It seems you are playing a very important role in the history of Oz. You are almost a savior.

Dotty Dimple at Play--Sophie May
The bed was on the floor, and was founded upon woolsacks and buffalo skins. The sleeping arrangements in this house were somewhat peculiar. Mrs. Rosenberg was like the old woman in the shoe, and she stowed her numerous family away for the night in as little space as possible. For instance, the four youngest children slept together in one trundle-bed, two at the top and two at the bottom, their feet coming together in the middle. But Mandoline had left the trundle bed, and was lying on the floor with her guest. The companion the trundle-bed--little Kosina--was quite indignant at being deserted, and made a loud outcry, in the hope of attracting her mother's attention.

Dr. Varsag's Experiment--Craig Ellis
A striking cobra was slow motion in comparison to the speed of Dexter Montrex.

Dracula's Guest
Slightly different...

Dragon's blood--Henry Milner Rideout
The man did not answer, or look up, or remove his varnished hat. Still downcast and hang-dog, he sidled along the verge of the shadow, snatched from the table the paper and a pencil, and choosing the darkest part of the wall, began to write. The lamp stood between him and the company: Heywood alone saw--and with a shock of amazement--that he did not print vertically as with a brush, but scrawled horizontally. He tossed back the paper, and dodged once more into the gloom.

Dream Tales and Prose Poems
All the following day Aratov was in very low spirits. 'What is it, Yasha?' Platonida Ivanovna said to him: 'you seem somehow all loose ends to-day!'... In her own peculiar idiom the old lady's expression described fairly accurately Aratov's mental condition. He could not work and he did not know himself what he wanted. At one time he was eagerly on the watch for Kupfer, again he suspected that it was from Kupfer that Clara had got his address ... and from where else could she 'have heard so much about him'?

Drie Vertellingen--Gustave Flaubert
Heel de mis door voelde ze een beklemming van angst. Aan de eene zijde benam mijnheer Bourais haar het gezicht op het altaar, maar recht tegenover haar scheen de groep der bruidjes, die witte kransen droegen op de neergeslagen sluiers, een sneeuwveld te vormen; en ze herkende van ver haar kleine lieveling aan haar fijner halsje en haar ingetogen houding. De bel klonk. De hoofden bogen; het werd stil. Bij 't galmen van het orgel zetten de koorzangers en het volk het Agnus Dei in; toen begonnen de jongens in rijen naar de communiebank te gaan, en na hen stonden de meisjes op.

Drum Taps--Walt Whitman
The brigade of Virginia and Maryland have march'd forth to intercept/ the enemy,/ They are cut off, murderous artillery from the hills plays upon them,/ Rank after rank falls, while over them silently droops the flag,/ Baptized that day in many a young man's bloody wounds,/ In death, defeat, and sisters', mothers' tears.

Du Maurier And London Society
We have said too much about Leech, however, and the purpose of these remarks is not to commemorate his work. 'Punch,' for the last fifteen years, has been, artistically speaking, George du Maurier. (We ought, perhaps, before this, to have said that none of our observations are to be taken as applying to the letterpress of the comic journal, which has probably never been fully appreciated in America.)

Dusty Diamonds. Cut and Polished
'I can't bear to think of 'im, Hetty,' said Mrs Frog. 'You an' me sittin' here so comfortable, with as much to eat as we want, an' to spare, while your poor father is in a cold cell. He's bin pretty bad to me of late, it's true, wi' that drink, but he wasn't always like that, Hetty; even you can remember him before he took to the drink.'

Dutch Life in Town and Country--P. M. Hough
The strangest of all these begging-customs, however, is the one in vogue between Christmas and Twelfth Night. Then the children go out in couples, each boy carrying an earthenware pot, over which a bladder is stretched, with a piece of stick tied in the middle. When this stick is twirled about, a not very melodious grumbling sound proceeds from the contrivance, which is known by the name of 'Rommelpot.' By going about in this manner the children are able to collect some few pence to buy bread--or gin--for their fathers. When they stop before any one's house, they drawl out, 'Give me a cent, and I will pass on, for I have no money to buy bread.'

Earmarked Gold--George L. Eaton
'Like me!' Bill roared. 'Listen. I'm slowly going nuts about this new light plane we're going to try to put on the market. Everything has gone wrong. I've been so busy I haven't had time to sleep or eat. I took this Reynolds thing in my stride and turned it over to Red and forgot about it. It merely looked like a routine investigation to me to be sure that there was no chance of young Reynolds being alive. What would you have done?'

Earthwork Out Of Tuscany--Maurice Hewlett
You are not to suppose that she has not paid for all this, the red Siena. None of it is absolved; it is there floating vaguely in the atmosphere. It chokes the gully-trap streets in August when the air is like a hot bath; it wails round the corners on stormy nights and you hear it battling among the towers overhead, buffeting the stained walls of criminal old palaces and churches grown hoary in iniquity--so many half-embodied centuries of deadly sin gnawing their spleens or shrieking their infamous carouse over again. So at least I found it. Without baring myself to the charge of any sneaking kindness for bloodshedding, I may own to the fascination of the precipitous fortress-town huddled red and grey on its three red crags

Ebooks: Neither E, Nor Books--Cory Doctorow
Wrong.

Echoes of the War--J. M. Barrie
'But he--he is not going to be up there much longer, John.' She sits on the arm of his chair, so openly to wheedle him that it is not worth his while to smile. Her voice is tremulous; she is a woman who can conceal nothing. 'You will be nice to him--to-night--won't you, John?'

Edgar Allan Poe's Complete Poetical Works
Version edited by John H. Ingram, who says it's complete...

Edinburgh Lectures on Mental Science--Thomas Troward
From this standpoint we see that all is Life and all is Good, and that Nature, from her clearly visible surface to her most arcane depths, is one vast storehouse of life and good entirely devoted to our individual use. We have the key to all her treasures, and we can now apply our knowledge of the law of being without entering into all those details which are only needed for purposes of study, and doing so we find it results in our having acquired the consciousness of our oneness with the whole. This is the great secret: and when we have once fathomed it we can enjoy our possession of the whole, or of any part of it, because by our recognition we have made it, and can increasingly make it, our own.

Education as Service--J. Krishnamurti
My Master taught me that Love will enable a man to acquire all other qualities and that 'all the rest without it would never be sufficient.' Therefore no person ought to be a teacher--ought to be allowed to be a teacher--unless he has shown in his daily life that Love is the strongest quality of his nature. It may be asked: How are we to find out whether a person possesses Love to a sufficient degree to make him worthy to be a teacher? Just as a boy shows his natural capacities at an early age for one profession or another, so a particularly strong love-nature would mark a boy out as specially fitted to be an instructor.

Een Heldin--A.C. Kuiper
Zij zat nog doodstil en met gesloten oogen, toen de hansom staan bleef voor een groot grijs gebouw, dat door een plein en hek omgeven was en hoewel zij niet sliep, verkeerde zij toch in een soort verdooving, die alles wat zij doormaakte, slechts half werkelijkheid voor haar deed zijn. Als uit de verte hoorde zij het geluid van stemmen, daarop werd zij uit het rijtuig getild, even opende zij de oogen en keek in een lief, ernstig gezicht, toen vielen de zware oogleden weer toe. En steeds als in een droom liet zij zich lijdelijk verder brengen, zonder het ook maar in 't minst vreemd te vinden dat zij, Hedwig Eiche

Een liefde--Lodewijk van Deyssel
Vier dagen na het soireetje, zat Jozef om half negen 's ochtends in hun ruime binnenkamer aan de ontbijttafel het Handelsblad te lezen. Het was er hoog van verdieping en een reine, onbenauwde warmte werd door de donker-porceleinen kachel verspreid. Jozef had uitstekend geslapen, was heerlijk zacht geschoren, had een lauw bad genomen, zijn mond gespoeld met Eau Botot, en was, in zijn gestreepte sjamberloek, op zijn dofblauwe stijf-leeren, van korte hakken voorziene huis-schoenen naar beneden gegaan, waar hij op Mathilde wachtte.

Egyptian Ideas of the Future Life--E. A. Wallis Budge
Now, it is easy to see from the above description of the torments which the wicked were supposed to suffer, that the writer had in his mind some of the pictures with which we are now familiar, thanks to the excavation of tombs which has gone on in Egypt during the last few years; and it is also easy to see that he, in common with many other Coptic writers, misunderstood the purport of them. The outer darkness, i.e., the blackest place of all in the underworld, the river of fire, the pits of fire, the snake and the scorpion, and such like things, all have their counterparts, or rather originals, in the scenes which accompany the texts which describe the passage of the sun through the underworld during the hours of the night.

Egyptian Tales, First Series--W. M. Flinders Petrie
And the king's son Hordedef said, 'Thy state is that of one who lives to good old age; for old age is the end of our voyage, the time of embalming, the time of burial. Lie, then, in the sun, free of infirmities, without the babble of dotage: this is the salutation to worthy age. I come from far to call thee, with a message from my father Khufu, the blessed, for thou shalt eat of the best which the king gives, and of the food which those have who follow after him; that he may bring thee in good estate to thy fathers who are in the tomb.'

Ein Ring--Paul Heyse
Man fuehlte ueberhaupt, dass ein ganz eigener Geist in ihm steckte, der die Menschen gruendlich durchschaute, und vor vielem, was der grossen Menge imponiert, gar keinen Respekt hatte, am wenigsten vor dem goldenen Kalbe. So gesteh' ich auch, dass mir seine stumme Huldigung heimlich schmeichelte und ich jede Gelegenheit ergriff, mich guetig gegen ihn zu erweisen. Er nahm es als eine besondere Ehre auf, dass ich ihn bat, sich in mein Stammbuch einzuschreiben.

El paraiso de las mujeres--Vicente Blasco Ibanez
Un resplandor de aurora ligeramente sonrosado iluminaba las calles, sin que el pudiese descubrir los focos de donde procedia. Tal vez emanaba de misteriosos aparatos ocultos en los aleros de los edificios. Pero lo que mas admiro fue el continuo transito de los vehiculos automoviles. Todos afectaban formas un poco fantasticas del mundo animal o vegetal, llevando en su parte delantera faros enormes que fingian ser ojos y cruzaban el iluminado espacio con chorros de un resplandor todavia mas intenso.

Eleanor--Mrs. Humphry Ward
The possessed, miserable look came back. She remembered that she hated me--that I had thwarted her. Yet I was able to persuade her to go back to her room. I promised that we would have more talk to-day. And when she had safely shut her own door--you know that tiled ante-room, that leads to her room?--I found the key of it, and locked it safely from outside. That's one access to her. The other is through the room in which Dalgetty was sleeping. I'd have given a good deal to warn Dalgetty, but I dared not risk it. She had not heard Alice go out by the ante-room, but she told me the other day the smallest sound in her own room woke her. So I felt tolerably safe, and I went to bed.--Eleanor! do you think that child saw or knew anything of it?'

Elegies and Other Small Poems--Matilda Betham
All other woes will find relief,/ And time alleviate every grief;/ Memory, though slowly, will decay,/ And Sorrow's empire pass away./ Awhile Misfortune may controul,

ELEVEN DAYS OF SIEGE
Full title: A comedy in three acts, by Jules Verne and Charles Wallut. Translated by Frank J. Morlock.

Elizabeth: The Disinherited Daughter--E. Ben Ez-er
From that work this hitherto gaudy maiden came out as plain as a Quakeress, and hastened to the Methodist prayer meeting. Seeing her thus evidently taught of the Holy Spirit, they took hold of her case with new courage as she bowed with them crying for mercy. The prayers of the early Methodists were something wonderful, and this broken-hearted penitent drank into their wrestling spirit. They claimed for her the 'exceeding great and precious promises,' with mighty faith; she claimed these promises with them. They took hold on Jesus; she put her hand with theirs into His with a strong and steady grip, and He accepted her.

Elsie's Girlhood--Martha Finley
'Ah! and I am to understand that you would like me to gratify it, eh?' returned her husband, smiling. 'Her dress and the arrangement of her hair are in a style peculiarly her own (unless she has become more fashionable since I saw her, which is not likely); and she has an odd way of transposing her sentences and the names of those she addresses or introduces, or calling them by some other name suggested by some association with the real one. Miss Bell, for instance, she would probably call Miss King; Mr. Foot, Mr. Shoe, and so on.'

Elusive Isabel--Jacques Futrelle
He walked around the room once, opening and shutting the doors of the cabinets as he passed, and finally paused in front of the safe. A brief examination of the nickeled dial and handle and of the enameled edges of the heavy door satisfied him that no force had been employed--the safe had merely been unlocked. Whereupon he sat himself down, cross-legged on the floor, in front of it.

Elves and Heroes--Donald A. MacKenzie
My lightsome lad, my leering lad,/ He's tittering here; he's tittering there--/ I'll hear him plain, but seek in vain/ To find my lad wi' yellow hair./

Emilie the Peacemaker--Mrs. Thomas Geldart
From what I have told you already, you will easily perceive that Emilie was accustomed to command her temper; she had been trained to do this early in life. Her father, who foresaw for his child a life dependent on her character and exertion, a life of labour in teaching and governing others, taught Emilie to govern herself. Never was an only child less spoiled than she; but she was ruled in love. She knew but one law, that of kindness, and it made her a good subject.

En ballon! Pendant le siege de Paris--Gaston Tissandier
Je fais l'acquisition d'une bonne boussole. M. Marie Davy, de l'Observatoire, me donne l'angle de route de Paris a Chartres. Nous emballons un aerostat, nous prenons une provision de ballons en papier qui nous serviront a examiner la direction du vent. Nous allons voir M. Steenackers qui nous confie des depeches, nous donne toutes les lettres de recommandations, de requisitions, propres a faciliter le depart, et nous voila bientot partis, Revilliod, Gabriel Mangin qui se chargera du gonflement et moi. Nous etions loin de soupconner les aventures qui nous attendaient!

En Province
Poitiers covers a large space, and is as crooked and straggling as you please; but these advantages are not accompanied with any very salient features or any great wealth of architecture. Although there are few picturesque houses, however, there are two or three curious old churches. Notre Dame La Grande, in the market-place, a small Romanesque structure of the twelfth century, has a most interesting and venerable exterior. Composed, like all the churches of Poitiers, of a light brown stone with a yellowish tinge, it is covered with primitive but ingenious sculptures, and is really an impressive monument.

England's Antiphon--George MacDonald
We now come to Dr. John Donne, a man of justly great respect and authority, who, born in the year 1573, the fifteenth of Queen Elizabeth, died Dean of St. Paul's in the year 1636. But, although even Ben Jonson addresses him as 'the delight of Phoebus and each Muse,' we are too far beyond the power of his social presence and the influence of his public utterances to feel that admiration of his poems which was so largely expressed during his lifetime.

England, My England
She replied to everybody in a soft voice, a strange, soft aplomb that was very attractive. And she moved round with rather mechanical, attractive movements, as if her thoughts were elsewhere. But she had always this dim far-awayness in her bearing: a sort of modesty. The strange man by the fire watched her curiously. There was an alert, inquisitive, mindless curiosity on his well-coloured face.

English Literature: Modern--G. H. Mair
With the seventeenth century the great school of imaginative writers that made glorious the last years of Elizabeth's reign, had passed away. Spenser was dead before 1600, Sir Philip Sidney a dozen years earlier, and though Shakespeare and Drayton and many other men whom we class roughly as Elizabethan lived on to work under James, their temper and their ideals belong to the earlier day. The seventeenth century, not in England only but in Europe, brought a new way of thinking with it, and gave a new direction to human interest and to human affairs. It is not perhaps easy to define nor is it visible in the greater writers of the time.

English Poems--Richard Le Gallienne
Two stars once on their lonely way/ Met in the heavenly height,/ And they dreamed a dream they might shine alway/ With undivided light;/ Melt into one with a breathless throe,/ And beam as one in the night. /

English Poets of the Eighteenth Century
Selected and Edited with an Introduction by Ernest Bernbaum

Erick and Sally--Johanna Spyri
'No. If we only lived like the old Greeks,' Edi answered with a deep sigh. 'When they wanted to know anything of which no one knew the answer, they quickly drove to Delphi to the oracle and asked advice. Then there was an answer at once and they knew what was to be done. But now there are no more oracles, not even in Greece. Isn't that too bad?'

Essays in Rebellion--Henry W. Nevinson
So they cried, echoing the voice of noble ghosts. But where in the scenes of present life around them have they hailed that torn but flying banner? What have they said or done for freedom's emblem in Persia, or in Morocco, or in Turkey? What support have they given it in Finland, or in the Caucasus, or in the Baltic Provinces? To come within our own sphere, what ecstatic rhapsodies have they composed to greet the rising nationalism of Ireland, or of India, or of Egypt? Or, in this country herself, what movement of men or of women striving to be free have they welcomed with their paeans of joy?

Essays in War-Time--Havelock Ellis
It is not even clear that all those who have talked about the 'White Slave Traffic' have been quite sure what they meant by the term. Some people, indeed, have seemed to think that it meant prostitution in general. That is, of course, an absurd misapprehension. We are concerned with a trade which flourishes on prostitution, but that trade is not itself the trade or (as some prefer to call it) the profession of prostitutes. Indeed, the prostitute, under ordinary conditions and unharassed by persecution, is in many respects anything but a slave. She is much less a slave than the ordinary married woman.

Ester Ried Yet Speaking--Isabella Alden
'Yes, I should think so!' Mart said, satisfied with the expression. 'Did you ever see anything like that before? It ain't made of wax nor anything else that folks ever made. It's alive! I felt of it. It looks like velvet and satin and all them lovely store things; but it doesn't feel so; it feels alive, and it grew. But, Sallie Calkins, if you should live a hundred years, and guess all the time, you never could guess where I got it. Sallie Calkins, if you'll believe it, Dirk gave it to me!'

Eugenie Grandet--Honore de Balzac
EUGENIE GRANDET. Scenes de la vie de Province.

Excursions
Who has not imagined to himself a country inn, where the traveller shall really feel in, and at home, and at his public-house, who was before at his private house; whose host is indeed a host, and a lord of the land, a self-appointed brother of his race; called to his place, beside, by all the winds of heaven and his good genius, as truly as the preacher is called to preach; a man of such universal sympathies, and so broad and genial a human nature, that he would fain sacrifice the tender but narrow ties of private friendship, to a broad, sunshiny, fair-weather-and-foul friendship for his race; who loves men, not as a philosopher, with philanthropy, nor as an overseer of the poor, with charity, but by a necessity of his nature, as he loves dogs and horses; and standing at his open door from morning till night, would fain see more and more of them come along the highway, and is never satiated.

Expedition of the Donner Party--Eliza Poor Donner Houghton
The Expedition of the Donner Party and its Tragic Fate

EXPEDITION--Frank J. Morlock
Note: A play in one act, inspired by a story by Robert W. Chambers

Experiments in Government--Elihu Root
Full title: Experiments in Government and the Essentials of the Constitution

Explorations in Australia--John Forrest
Two years afterwards other explorations were attempted, and especially should be noted Captain Delessier's. He was disposed to think more favourably of the nature of the country. The enterprise of squatters seeking for 'fresh fields and pastures new,' to whom square miles represent less than acres to graziers and sheep farmers in England--is not easily daunted. They made a few settlements; but the scanty pasturage and the difficulty of obtaining water, by sinking wells, in some instances to the depth of over 200 feet, have been great drawbacks.

Explorations in Australia--John McDouall Stuart
At fourteen miles we struck the other branch, where it joined, with splendid reaches of water, to the main one, which now came from the west of north, and continued to where our line cut the east branch. This seems to be the place where it takes its rise. Camped for the night. The whole of the country that we have travelled through to-day is the best for grass that I have ever gone through. I have nowhere seen its equal. From the number of natives, from there being winter and summer habitations, and from the native grave, I am led to conclude the water there is permanent. The gum-trees are large. I saw kangaroo-tracks.

Fabeln und Erzaehlungen--Christian Fuerchtegott Gellert
In eine Stadt, mich deucht, sie lag in Griechenland, / Drang einst der Feind, von Wut entbrannt, / Und wollte, weil die Stadt mit Sturm erobert worden, / Die Buerger, in der Raserei, / Bis auf den letzten Mann ermorden. / O Himmel! welch ein Angstgeschrei / Erregten nicht der Weiber blasse Scharen./

Fabeln und Erzaehlungen--Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Den Baeren glueckt' es, nun schon seit geraumer Zeit,/ Mit Brummen, plumpem Ernst und stolzer Froemmigkeit,/ Das Sittenrichteramt, bei allen schwaechern Tieren,/ Aus angemasster Macht, gleich Wuetrichen, zu fuehren./ Ein jedes furchte sich, und keines war so kuehn,/ Sich um die saure Pflicht nebst ihnen zu bemuehn;/ Bis endlich noch im Fuchs der Patriot erwachte,/

Faedra--Herman Bang
Saa kom han, og de sad der sammen under Træerne og stirrede ud paa de bølgende Bakker og Dalstrøget, hvor Aaen snoede sig gjennem Engene. Men pludselig sprang Ellen op, og de gav sig legende til at løbe omkaps som et Par Børn. Og de lo, naar de snublede, og de lo, naar Ellen skreg af Angst for en tykmavet Snog.

Fair Margaret
Now he appeared to be much disturbed, and said finally that they would bring him into trouble with the Marquis of Morella--how or why, he would not explain, though Peter guessed that it might be lest the marquis should learn from them that this priest, his chaplain, had been plundering the ship which he thought sunk, and possessing himself of his jewels. At length, seeing that the man meant mischief and would stop them in some fashion if they delayed, they bade him farewell hastily, and, pushing past him, mounted the mules that stood outside and rode away with their guide.

Famous Reviews--Editor: R. Brimley Johnson
Though the world saw and heard little of Madame D'Arblay during the last forty years of her life, and though that little did not add to her fame, there were thousands, we believe, who felt a singular emotion when they learned that she was no longer among us. The news of her death carried the minds of men back at one leap, clear over two generations, to the time when her first literary triumphs were won. All those whom we have been accustomed to revere as intellectual patriarchs, seemed children when compared with her; for Burke had sate up all night to read her writings, and Johnson had pronounced her superior to Fielding, when Rogers was still a schoolboy, and Southey still in petticoats.

FANTASIO--By Alfred de Musset
Note: Translated and Adapted by Frank J. Morlock.

Farm Ballads--Will Carleton
I, who was always counted, they say, / Rather a bad stick any way, / Splintered all over with dodges and tricks, / Known as 'the worst of the Deacon's six;" / I, the truant, saucy and bold, /

Fascinating San Francisco--Fred Brandt and Andrew Y. Wood
The shops of the jewelers, who perform miracles of craftsmanship in gold fliagree and in jade, are especially interesting, the sensitive-fingered artisans working at benches set in the windows in full view of passersby. The meat and fish stalls, the apothecaries, the cobblers who work on the sidewalks, the lily and the bird vendors, the telephone exchange where Chinese girls operate the switchboard, the headquarters of the Six Companies, the Joss House and the Chinese theatre, spilled over into the Latin Quarter, are among the sights much written about by globe-trotting notetakers in the quarter.

Father Goose, His Book
Have you seen little Sally/ Dance the Ostrich Dance?/ The dainty way she does it/ Will surely you entrance.

Feud of the Fuel Lanes--Giles A. Lutz
IT HAPPENED in the eighth lap. Danny cut a corner too closely, kissed a hay-bale and caromed off. Bouncing at a tangent across the track, he locked wheels with another car, skidded a long way, finally broke loose and rolled. Three times the midget turned completely over, ending against the wall in a crumpled heap.

Fifteen Years With The Outcast--Mrs. Florence (Mother) Roberts
After I had been in the Sacramento home about a month, the matron became sufficiently recovered to go into the country in order to recuperate. In the meanwhile the dear Lord had laid it upon the hearts of two consecrated workers to assist me, so that I was now occasionally free for some outside work. Taking advantage of this, a lady who had been a constant attendant at the jail services for many years, urged me to come on the following Sunday afternoon with my little autoharp.

Fighting in Flanders--E. Alexander Powell
In writing of the battles in Belgium I find myself at a loss as to what names to give them. After the treaty-makers have affixed their signatures to a piece of parchment and the arm-chair historians have settled down to the task of writing a connected account of the campaign, the various engagements will doubtless be properly classified and labelled--and under the names which they will receive in the histories we, who were present at them, will probably not recognize them at all.

Fire Island--G. Manville Fenn
The words galvanised Smith into action. He had seized and dragged Panton away in time, but as he saw his companion sinking into the crack which grew slowly longer and wider, he stood with his eyes staring and jaw dropped till the words 'baccy-box' reached his ears. Then he made a rush to where Wriggs' head and shoulders only remained above ground, stooped quickly, and seized him by his thin garment, and held on, checking further descent and gazing wildly at his messmate, whose rugged features upturned to the red glow of light appeared to be singularly calm and placid.

First Blast of the Trumpet --John Knox
Full title: The First Blast of the Trumpet against the monstrous regiment of Women, soon to be reprinted by Spitfire books.

Five Thousand Dollars Reward--Frank Pinkerton
Now that the man-tracker was off the trail, Barkswell felt better. He had concocted a tremendous plot that his theft of the diamonds came near despoiling. It was not his wish to have Rose know of the existence of his wife. If necessary, the villain had resolved to put that wife out of the way forever.

Folk-Tales of Napoleon
FOLK-TALES OF NAPOLEON NAPOLEONDER From the Russian THE NAPOLEON OF THE PEOPLE From the French of Honore de Balzac Translated With Introduction By GEORGE KENNAN

Fools and Burning Houses
The Midnight Sentinel left the car, locked it and sneaked around. Flashfire wasn't stupid enough to stay inside a burning house. The last time he'd been forced to stay there by two costumed vigilantes. He wouldn't make that mistake again. Even though he did like to enjoy his handiwork. No, he would be somewhere nearby, watching the building burn. The Sentinel only had to figure out where.

Footsteps on the Road to Learning
E is for Eye, for Ear and for East, For Elk, and for Eel, and for End; F is for Fire, for Fan, and for Feast, For Fox, and for Frank, and for Friend.

For Gold or Soul?--Lurana W. Sheldon
For Gold or Soul? The Story of a Great Department Store

Fort comme la mort
Des que la comtesse fut seule avec sa fille dans son coupe qui la ramenait a l'hotel, elle se sentit soudain tranquille, apaisee comme si elle venait de traverser une crise redoutable. Elle respirait mieux, souriait aux maisons, reconnaissait avec joie toute cette ville, dont les vrais Parisiens semblent porter les details familiers dans leurs yeux et dans leur coeur. Chaque boutique apercue lui faisait prevoir les suivantes alignees le long du boulevard, et deviner la figure du marchand si souvent entrevu derriere sa vitrine, Elle se sentait sauvee! de quoi? Rassuree! pourquoi? Confiante! a quel sujet?

Four Early Pamphlets--William Godwin
I have endeavoured in vain to investigate who was their author, and to whom they were addressed. It should seem, from the internal evidence of the composition, that they were written by a person, who was originally of a low rank or a menial station, but who was distinguished by his lord for those abilities and talents, he imagined he discovered in him. I have learned, by a kind of vague tradition, upon which I can place little dependence, that the noble pupil was the owner of a magnificent chateau not a hundred miles from your lordship's admired seat in the county of Buckingham.

Four Famous American Writers--Sherwin Cody
Four Famous American Writers: Washington Irving, Edgar Allan Poe, James Russell Lowell, Bayard Taylor A Book for Young Americans

Four Girls and a Compact--Annie Hamilton Donnell
For a tiny space the three girls looked at each other in silence. The letter in Loraine's hand was a masterpiece, full of enticing mysteries that beckoned to them to come and find the 'answers.' What kind of an Eldorado was this that was called Placid Pond, and was full of mysteries? How could they wait! They must pack up and go at once!

Four Great Americans--James Baldwin
Four Great Americans: Washington, Franklin, Webster, Lincoln A Book for Young Americans

Four Weeks in the Trenches--Fritz Kreisler
Four Weeks in the Trenches The War Story of a Violinist

Frank Merriwell at Yale--Burt L. Standish
Such a thing had never before been known at Yale and the sophs were highly indignant. They informed the freshmen that they were altogether too fresh. They said the freshmen were breaking a time-honored custom, and it must be stopped.

Frank Merriwell's Nobility--Burt L. Standish
FRANK MERRIWELL'S NOBILITY OR THE TRAGEDY OF THE OCEAN TRAMP

Frank Oldfield--The Reverend T.P. Wilson
'Not at all,' said the rector. 'I would have him abstain on Christian principles, as you say; and I would not have him trust to the pledge, but I would still have him use it as a support, though not as a foundation. Perhaps an illustration will best explain my meaning. I read some years ago of a fowler who was straying on the shore after sea-birds. He was so engrossed with his sport that he utterly failed to mark the rapid incoming of the tide, and when at last he did notice it, he found to his dismay that he was completely cut off from the land. There was but one chance of life, for he could not swim.

Frank Roscoe's Secret--Allen Chapman
Full title: Frank Roscoe's Secret; Or, The Darewell Chums in the Woods

Freedom's Battle--Mahatma Gandhi
Full title: FREEDOM'S BATTLE BEING A COMPREHENSIVE COLLECTION OF WRITINGS AND SPEECHES ON THE PRESENT SITUATION BY MAHATMA GANDHI Second Edition 1922

Freeland: A social Anticipation--Theodor Hertzka
The meeting of the International Free Society at the Hague had, as the reader will remember, conferred full executive power upon the committee for the period of two years. This period expired on the 20th of October, when the Society would have to give itself a new and definitive constitution, and the powers hitherto exercised by the committee would have to be taken over by an administrative body freely elected by the people of Freeland.

French Lyrics--Arthur Graves Canfield
Rochers, bien que soyez agez/ De trois mil ans, vous ne changez/ Jamais ny d'estat ny de forme :/ Mais toujours ma jeunesse fuit,/ Et la vieillesse qui me suit/ De jeune en vieillard me transforme. /

French Mediaeval Romances
FRENCH MEDIAEVAL ROMANCES From the Lays of Marie de France Translated by Eugene Mason.

Fresh Fiances For the Devil's Daughter--Russell Gray (Bruno Fischer)
'You have seen how this foolish woman suffered,' she said. 'You realize that at a word from me each of the other five women will share her experience and worse.' A cry went up from our wives. Tala Mag lifted a hand and continued: 'But I am magnanimous. I shall spare you on one condition -- that you follow to the letter every command I utter. If you refuse --' She waved significantly to the dangling corpse.

Friendly Fairies--Johnny Gruelle
There the Cricket family lived happily and every thing was just as cozy as any little bug would care to have; on cold nights the people who owned the great big old fashioned house always made a fire in the fireplace, so the walls of the Cricket's winter home were nice and warm, and little Teeny Cricket could play on the floor in her bare feet without fear of catching cold and getting the Cricket croup.

FROGGY--FRANK J. MORLOCK
King But you'll like her. She knows the very latest racy stories. And she knows all the new troubadours--every one, intimately. She'll be more like a sister than a mother to you.

From a Bench in Our Square--Samuel Hopkins Adams
'Yes; I know,' I assented. There was at that time a 'Besides' in the Little Red Doctor's sorrowful heart which bulked too large to admit of any rivalry. 'Nevertheless,' I added, 'you needn't be so scornful about the simian type in woman. It's a concentrated peril to mankind. I've seen trouble caused in this world by kitten faces, by pure, classic faces, by ox-eyed-Juno faces, by vivid blond faces, by dreamy, poetic faces, by passionate Southern faces, but for real power of catastrophe, for earthquake and eclipse, for red ruin and the breaking up of laws, commend me to the humanized, feminized monkey face.

From A Roman Note-Book
It has that mocking, illusive refinement, that hint of a vague arrière-pensée, which marks every stroke of Leonardo's brush. Is it the perfection of irony or the perfection of tenderness? What does he mean, what does he affirm, what does he deny? Magic wouldnt be magic if we could explain it. As I glanced from the picture to the poor, stupid little red-faced frate at my side, I fancied it might pass for an elegant epigram on monasticism. Certainly, at any rate, there is more mind in it than under all the monkish tonsures it has seen coming and going these three hundred years.

From Normandy To The Pyrenees
IF I had not cut short my mild retrospect by these possibly milder generalizations, I should have touched lightly upon some of the social phenomena of which the little beach at Etretal was the scene. I shall have narrated that the French, at the seaside, are not 'sociable' as Americans affect to be in a similar situation, and I should subjoin that at Etretal it was very well on the whole that they were not.

From One Generation to Another--Henry Seton Merriman
He was divided between two instincts. One side of his nature urged him to shriek like a woman. Had he followed the other, he would have rushed at this man, whom he had never seen before, seeking to do him bodily harm. He would not have paused to reason that in anything like a struggle he would stand no chance against the sinewy, dark-eyed soldier who stood watching him. For there are moments even in this age of self-suppression when we do not pause to think, when he who cannot swim will leap into deep water to save another.

From the Tideless Sea
He slit up the oilskin as be spoke. Underneath, there was another covering of the same material, and under that a third. Then a longish bundle done up in tarred canvas. This was removed, and a black, cylindrical shaped case disclosed to view. It proved to be a tin canister, pitched over. Inside of it, neatly wrapped within a last strip of oilskin, was a roll of papers, which, on opening, the Captain found to be covered with writing. The Captain shook out the various wrappings; but found nothing further. He handed the MS. across to Jock.

From Whose Bourne--Robert Barr
For a moment Brenton was so bewildered and amazed at the awful headlines which he read, that he could hardly realize what had taken place. The fact that he had been poisoned, although it gave him a strange sensation, did not claim his attention as much as might have been thought. Curiously enough he was more shocked at finding himself, as it were, the talk of the town, the central figure of a great newspaper sensation. But the thing that horrified him was the fact that his wife had been arrested for his murder. His first impulse was to go to her at once, but he next thought it better to read what the paper said about the matter, so as to become possessed of all the facts.

From Yauco to Las Marias--Karl Stephen Herrman
Full title: FROM YAUCO TO LAS MARIAS A Recent Campaign in Puerto Rico by the Independent Regular Brigade under the command of BRIG. GENERAL SCHWAN

Fruitfulness--Emile Zola
As soon as they were face to face on either side of the table, Mathieu began to pour forth his confession, recounting his dream--his poem, as he called it. And the doctor listened without interrupting, evidently won over by the young man's growing, creative emotion. When at last Boutan had to express an opinion he replied: 'Mon Dieu, my friend, I can tell you nothing from a practical point of view, for I have never even planted a lettuce. I will even add that your project seems to me so hazardous that any one versed in these matters whom you might consult would assuredly bring forward substantial and convincing arguments to dissuade you.

Fun And Frolic--Various, Edited by E. T. Roe
Bubastis was the sacred city of cats, and there was the temple of the goddess Pasht, whose statue appeared with the head of a cat. There the cats reveled in luxury, for they were looked upon as living representatives of the divinity. The punishment for killing any sacred animal was death; but woe to the luckless person who even accidentally killed a cat? for he was set upon by the infuriated people, and torn to pieces without trial.

Further Foolishness--Stephen Leacock
Pshaw, I missed the others, but never mind; flick, flick, it's beginning--What's this? A bedroom, eh? Looks like a girl's bedroom--pretty poor sort of place. I wish the picture would keep still a minute--in Robinson Crusoe it all stayed still and one could sit and look at it, the blue sea and the green palm trees and the black footprints in the yellow sand--but this blamed thing keeps rippling and flickering all the time--Ha! there's the girl herself--come into her bedroom. My! I hope she doesn't start to undress in it--that would be fearfully uncomfortable with all these people here. No, she's not undressing--she's gone and opened the cupboard.