Sacred And Profane Love--E. Arnold Bennett
I had acquaintances in Torquay, but I soon discovered that the place was impossible for me. Torquay is the chosen home of the proprieties, the respectabilities, and all the conventions. Nothing could dislodge them from its beautiful hills; the very sea, as it beats primly, or with a violence that never forgets to be discreet, on the indented shore, acknowledges their sway. Aphrodite never visits there; the human race is not continued there. People who have always lived within the conventions go there to die within the conventions. The young do not flourish there; they escape from the soft enervation.

Sailor's Knots--W.W. Jacobs
Mr. Hatchard's conversation for nearly a week had been confined to fault- finding and grunts, a system of treatment designed to wean Mrs. Hatchard from her besetting sin of extravagance. On other occasions the treatment had, for short periods, proved successful, but it was quite evident that his wife's constitution was becoming inured to this physic and required a change of treatment. The evidence stared at him from the mantelpiece in the shape of a pair of huge pink vases, which had certainly not been there when he left in the morning.

Saint Augustin--Louis Bertrand
To hunt, to ride horseback, now and then to go on parade, to look after his small-holders and agricultural slaves, to drive one of those bargains in which African cunning triumphs--such were the employments of Patricius. In short, he drifted through life on his little demesne. Sometimes this indolent man was overcome by a sudden passion for work; or again he was seized by furious rages. He was violent and brutal. At such moments he struck out right and left. He would even have hit his wife or flogged the skin off her back if the quietude of this woman, her dignity and Christian mildness, had not overawed him. Let us not judge this kind of conduct by our own; we shall never understand it.

Sainte-Beuve
Of course, when one makes the remark that a man's work is in a peculiar degree the record of a mind, the history of a series of convictions and feelings, the reflection of a group of idiosyncrasies, one does not of necessity by that fact praise it to the skies. Everything depends upon the value of the mind in question. it so happened that Sainte-Beuve's was a wonderful one---a mind so rich and fine and flexible, that this personal accent, which sounds everywhere in his writings, acquired a superior savour and an exquisite rarity. He had indeed a most remarkable combination of qualities, and there is something marvellous in the manner in which he reconciled certain faculties, which are usually held to be in the nature of things opposed to each other.

Salted With Fire--George MacDonald
After that talk with her father about the child and his mother, a certain silent change appeared in Maggie. People saw in her face an expression which they took to resemble that of one whose child was ill, and was expected to die. But what Maggie felt was only resignation to the will of her Lord: the child was not hers but the Lord's, lent to her for a season! She must walk softly, doing everything for him as under the eye of the Master, who might at any moment call to her, 'Bring the child: I want him now!' And she soon became as cheerful as before, but never after quite lost the still, solemn look as of one in the eternal spaces, who saw beyond this world's horizon.

Salute to Adventurers--John Buchan
My arm was too short to make a fighter of me, and I could only strive to close, that I might get the use of my weight and my great strength of neck and shoulder. Ringan danced round me, tapping me lightly on nose and cheek, but hard enough to make the blood flow, I defended myself as best I could, while my temper rose rapidly and made me forget my penitence. Time and again I looked for a chance to slip in, but he was as wary as a fox, and was a yard off before I could get my arm round him.

Samantha Among the Brethren--Marietta Holley
But to resoom and continue on. Cephas'ses folks made us promise on our two sacred honors, Josiah's honor and mine, that we would pay back the visit, for, as Cephas said, 'for relatives to live so clost to each other, and not to visit back and forth, wuz a burnin' shame and a disgrace.' And Josiah promised that we would go right away after sugerin'.

SAMSON AND DELILAH
Note, adapted by Frank J. Morlock from a story by D.H. Lawrence.

Samuel F. B. Morse, His Letters and Journals, v1
The young man took a deep interest in these affairs and expressed his opinions freely and forcibly in his letters to his parents. His father was a strong Federalist and bitterly deprecated the declaration of war by the United States. The son, on the contrary, from his point of vantage in the enemy's country saw things from a different point of view and stoutly upheld the wisdom, nay, the necessity, of the war. His parents and friends urged him to keep out of politics and to be discreet, and he seems, at any rate, to have followed their advice in the latter respect, for he was not in any way molested by the authorities.

Samuel F. B. Morse, His Letters and Journals, v2
'The depressed situation of all my associates in the invention has thrown the whole burden of again attempting a movement entirely on me. With the trifling sum of five hundred dollars I could have had my instruments perfected and before Congress six months ago, but I was unable to run the risk, and I therefore chose to go forward more slowly, but at a great waste of time.

Samuel Johnson--Leslie Stephen
Boswell saw in him chiefly the great dictator of conversation; and though the reports of Johnson's talk represent his character in spite of some qualifications with unusual fulness, there were many traits very inadequately revealed at the Mitre or the Club, at Mrs. Thrale's, or in meetings with Wilkes or Reynolds. We may catch some glimpses from his letters and diaries of that inward life which consisted generally in a long succession of struggles against an oppressive and often paralysing melancholy.

Sanders' Union Fourth Reader
5. In the morning I rushed to my mother's room, with a strange dread of evil to come upon me. It was just as I feared. A white linen covered her straight, cold form. I removed it from her face: her eyes were closed, and her cheeks were hard and cold. But my mother's dear, dear smile was there, or my heart would have broken.

Sanine--Michael Artzibashef
Nevertheless she was not averse to receiving the attentions of other men, and her belief that Yourii loved her gave her the elated manner of a bride-elect, making her doubly attractive to other admirers. She was powerfully fascinated by the presence of Sanine, whose broad shoulders, calm eyes, and deliberate manner won her regard. When Sina became aware of his effect upon her, she accused herself of want of self-control if not of immodesty; nevertheless she always continued to observe him with great interest.

Satan's Faceless Henchmen--Steve Fisher
Those hideous, faceless monks stole corpses and brought them back to life. And when Enid Spencer's sweetheart could not meet their impossible demands for the return of her brother's living corpse, they both were fated to share his hellish doom.

Satyros oder Der vergoetterte Waldteufel
Satyros./ Wie im Unding das Urding erquoll,/ Lichtsmacht durch die Nacht scholl,/ Durchdrang die Tiefen der Wesen all,/ Dass aufkeimte/ Begehrungsschwall/ Und die Elemente sich erschlossen,

Saved at Sea--Mrs. O.F. Walton
Saved at Sea A Lighthouse Story

Saxe Holm's Stories--Helen Hunt Jackson
'From that day Nat was a changed boy. He would not go to school in the afternoons, but spent the hours from two till five in drawing. I had a cord arranged from our room to Miss Penstock's, so that he could call her if at any moment he needed help, and she was only too glad to have him in the house. When I reached home at six, I always found him lying back in his chair with his work spread out before him, and such a look of content and joy on his face, that more than once it made me cry instead of speaking when I bent over to kiss him.

Scarhaven Keep--J. S. Fletcher
'Admirer, I suppose,' said Addie. 'I'm afraid he's not quite as innocent as he looks, Mrs. Wooler. Well--you can escort me as far as the gates of the park, then--I daren't take you further, because it's so dark in there that you'd surely lose your way, and then there'd be a second disappearance and all sorts of complications.'

Scientific Essays and Lectures
The superstitious man, according to him, after having washed his hands with lustral water--that is, water in which a torch from the altar had been quenched--goes about with a laurel-leaf in his mouth, to keep off evil influences, as the pigs in Devonshire used, in my youth, to go about with a withe of mountain ash round their necks to keep off the evil eye. If a weasel crosses his path, he stops, and either throws three pebbles into the road, or, with the innate selfishness of fear, lets someone else go before him, and attract to himself the harm which may ensue. He has a similar dread of a screech-owl, whom he compliments in the name of its mistress, Pallas Athene.

Seeing Europe with Famous Authors, v1
Pressing onward, I soon reached a Gothic gateway, handsomely carved, but sadly old and decayed. It led into the grass-covered cathedral yard. Through the thick fog could now be distinguished some of the lofty outlines of the majestic cathedral. Its central tower, which is among the best specimens of the pointed style in England, could be seen faintly as it rose ponderously into the clouded air. No picture, no figures, no mere letter, can place before the reader's mind this enormous edifice. Its total length is 520 feet--Westminster Abbey is more than 100 feet less.

Seeing Europe with Famous Authors, Volume VI
Once more--perhaps for the last time--I listen to the unnumbered tinkling of the cow-bells on the slopes--'the sweet bells of the sauntering herd'--to the music of the cicadas in the sunshine, and the shouts of the neat herdlads, echoing back from Alp to Alp. I hear the bubbling of the mountain rill, I watch the emerald moss of the pastures gleaming in the light, and now and then the soft white mist creeping along the glen, as our poet says, 'puts forth an arm and creeps from pine to pine.'

Seeing Europe with Famous Authors--Francis W. Halsey
Vol. II, Great Britain And Ireland.

Seekers after God--Frederic William Farrar
The life of the noblest of Pagan Emperors may well follow that of the noblest of Pagan slaves. Their glory shines the purer and brighter from the midst of a corrupt and deplorable society. Epictetus showed that a Phrygian slave could live a life of the loftiest exaltation; Aurelius proved that a Roman Emperor could live a life of the deepest humility.

Select Speeches of Kossuth
In spite of such treatment, the Hungarian nation has all along respected the tie by which it was united to this dynasty; and in now decreeing its expulsion from the throne, it acts under the natural law of self-preservation, being driven to pronounce this sentence by the full conviction that the house of Lorraine-Hapsburg is compassing the destruction of Hungary as an independent State: so that this dynasty has been the first to tear the bands by which it was united to the Hungarian nation, and to confess that it had torn them in the face of Europe.

Selection from the Discourses of Epictetus
WITH THE ENCHEIRIDION TRANSLATED BY GEORGE LONG

Selections from the Table Talk of Martin Luther--Martin Luther
Alas! said Luther, what is our wit and wisdom? for before we understand anything as we ought, we lie down and die; therefore the devil hath good striving with us. When one is thirty years old, so hath he as yet Stultitias carnales; yea, also Stultitias spirituales; yet it is much to be admired that, in such our imbecility and weakness, we achieve and accomplish so much and such great matters; but it is God that giveth it.

Sermons for the Times--Charles Kingsley
But I have not only to tell young persons of the Confirmation: I have to tell all godfathers and godmothers of it also. Have any of you here ever stood godfather or godmother to any young person in this parish who is not yet confirmed? If you have, now is the time for you to fulfil your parts as sponsors. You must help me, and help the children's parents, in bringing your godchildren to confirmation. It really is your duty. It will be better for you if you fulfil it. Better for you, not merely by preventing a punishment, but by bringing a blessing. Let me try to show you what I mean.

Sermons on Evil-Speaking--Isaac Barrow
It is then the duty of all Christian people (to be taught and pressed on them) not to reproach, or speak evil of any man. The which duty, for your instruction, I shall first endeavour somewhat to explain, declaring its import and extent; then, for your further edification, I shall inculcate it, proposing several inducements persuasive to the observance of it.

Shepherds For Science--W.C. Tuttle
'Not from my point of view,' says I. 'You take one side and I'll take the other.' There was four guy-ropes on each side, and it just took four kicks per each to make that tent unsupporting, and the poor old thing comes down upon Olaf. Then me and Dirty assumes reclining positions, while Olaf wastes a few cartridges, wild-like.

Shifting Winds
The morning after the storm was bright and beautiful. The breakers, indeed, were still thundering on the shore, but otherwise the sea was calm, and the sun shone into the breakfast parlour of Seaside Villa with a degree of intensity that might have warmed the heart of an oyster. It certainly warmed the heart of the household cat, which, being an early riser, was first down-stairs, and lay at full length on the rug, enjoying at once the heat of the glowing fire which tinged its brown back with red, and the blazing sun which turned its white breast yellow.

Ship's Company--W.W. Jacobs
'Cap'n Tarbell was the man I tried to do a good turn to; a man what used to be master of a ketch called the Lizzie and Annie, trading between 'ere and Shoremouth. 'Artful Jack' he used to be called, and if ever a man deserved the name, he did. A widder-man of about fifty, and as silly as a boy of fifteen. He 'ad been talking of getting married agin for over ten years, and, thinking it was only talk, I didn't give 'im any good advice. Then he told me one night that 'e was keeping company with a woman named Lamb, who lived at a place near Shoremouth.

Short Stories Old and New--Edited by C. Alphonso Smith
Plot. 'Esther' seems to me the best-told story in the Bible. Observe how the note of empty Persian bigness versus simple Jewish faith is struck at the very beginning and is echoed to the end. Thus, Ahasuerus ruled over one hundred and twenty-seven provinces, the opening banquet lasted one hundred and eighty-seven days, the king's bulletins were as unalterable as the tides, the gallows erected was eighty-three feet high, the beds were of gold and silver upon a pavement of red and blue and white and black marble, the money wrested from the Jews was to be eighteen million dollars, etc.

Shoulder Straps--By C. S. MONTANYE
Assigned to a war-plant payroll murder, Detective Dave McClain goes to work on a hunch--and lands in the middle of dynamite!

Siena
My artistic baby, however, has diverted me from what I had in mind,---a much weightier matter,---the great private palaces which are so powerful a feature in the physiognomy of the city. They are extraordinarily spacious and numerous, and one wonders what part they can play in the meagre economy of the Siena of to-day. The Siena of today is a mere shrunken semblance of the vigorous little republic which in the thirteenth century waged triumphant war with Florence, cultivated the arts with splendour, planned a cathedral (though it had ultimately to curtail the design) of proportions almost unequalled, and contained a population of two hundred thousand souls.

Simon Bolivar, the Liberator--Guillermo A. Sherwell
The different commanders had obtained some partial successes, but they soon recognized the necessity of Bolivar's leadership, and sent Arismendi to Port-au-Prince to ask him to return. Admiral Brion also besought him to go back to Venezuela. At the end of December Bolivar reached Margarita Island with some Venezuelan exiles. Once there, he issued a proclamation convoking an assembly, for his paramount desire was to have the military power subordinated to the civil government.

Sir George Tressady, Vol. I--Mrs. Humphry Ward
He found himself on the threshold of a charming room looking west, and lit by some last beams of February sun. The pale-green walls were covered with a medley of prints and sketches. A large writing-table, untidily heaped with papers, stood conspicuous on the blue self-coloured carpet, which over a great part of the floor was pleasantly void and bare. Flat earthenware pans, planted with hyacinths and narcissus, stood here and there, and filled the air with spring scents.

Sir George Tressady, Vol. II--Mrs. Humphry Ward
When they reached Upper Brook Street, the butler reported that his mistress had just come in. He made, of course, no difficulty about admitting Lady Tressady's aunt, and Mrs. Watton sailed up to the drawing-room, followed by Harding, who carried his head poked forward, as was usual to him, an opera-hat under his arm, and an eyeglass swinging from a limp wrist.

Sir Guy Eveling's Dream--By Horace Smith
I unfold to you that the Lady Rivers, the favourite sister of Sir Guy, then dwelt in the close of Westminster Abbey, in the next house to mine own, which abutteth upon the great cloisters; who first being only a near neighbour, became at last a fast friend, and claimed my advisement in all that touched herself and that most unhappy gentleman her brother. Albeit my lips were vowed to a locked secrecy while she lived, yet can they now divulge what they have so long concealed; for that right worthy lady (whom God absolve!) having withdrawn to the Rookery, by Fountains Abbey in Yorkshire, did there erewhile give up the ghost in all godliness of faith and abundancy of hope.

Six Months at the Cape
Our cart had a hood; the roads were very bad, and the behaviour of that hood was stupendous! Its attachment to the cart was, so to speak, partial; therefore it possessed a semi-independent motion which was perplexing. You could not count on its actions. A sudden lurch of the cart to right or left did, of course, carry the hood with it, and, counting on that, you laid your sudden plans to avoid collision; but the elasticity of the hood enabled it to give you a slap on the face before obeying its proper impulse.

Sketches of the East Africa Campaign--Robert Valentine Dolbey
The veins of the arms we brought into service, that we might pour in this vitalising fluid. Day and night the fight goes on for three days, until it is won or lost. Here again, as in tick fever, we use the preparation 606, for which we are indebted to the great Ehrlich. Champagne is a great stand-by. So well recognised is the latter remedy that all old hands at tropical travel take with them a case of 'bubbly water' for such occasions as these. Blessed morphia, too, brings ease of vomiting and is a priceless boon.

Ski-running--Katharine Symonds Furse
The first introduction of Skis into Switzerland, which I have been able to trace, was by the monks of St. Bernard, who obtained some pairs from Norway in 1883, thinking that they might be useful in their work of mercy, rescuing pedestrians who were in difficulties on the Pass. About 1887 Colonel Napier came to Davos bringing with him a Norwegian man-servant and a pair of Skis. Mythical tales were told of the way this man slid down the slopes from chalet to hotel, carrying a tea tray on his shoulder.

Skyscraper Horror--PAUL CHADWICK
Wade Hammond, gentleman, explorer and private investigator, bucked a murderer whose brain rose to hysterical heights of cunning. A supreme egotist of crime who thought he could lick the world. And whose ingenious mastery of murder took a grim toll within the towering walls of a skyscraper.

Slave Narratives
Slave Narratives: A Folk History of Slavery in the United States From Interviews with Former Slaves Kansas Narratives

Slave Narratives
Slave Narratives: A Folk History of Slavery in the United States From Interviews with Former Slaves Arkansas Narratives, Part 5

Slave Narratives, Maryland
'When my Missis took me away from the river bottom I lived in Poolesville where the Kohlhoss home and garage is. I worked around the house and garden. I remember when the Yankee and Confederate soldiers both came to Poolesville. Capn Sam White (son of the doctor) he join the Confederate in Virginia. He come home and say he goin to take me along back with him for to serve him. But the Yankees came and he left very sudden and leave me behind. I was glad I didn't have to go with him. I saw all that fightin around Poolesville. I used to like to watch em fightin. I saw a Yankee soldier shoot a Confederate and kill him.

Slave Narratives, v7
Slave Narratives: A Folk History of Slavery in the United States From Interviews with Former Slaves Arkansas Narratives, Part 7

Slave Narratives--Work Projects Administration
Slave Narratives: A Folk History of Slavery in the United States From Interviews with Former Slaves Arkansas Narratives, Part 1

Slavery Ordained of God--Rev. Fred. A. Ross, D.D.
Sir, you have left out the very idea which contains the sense of that Scripture. It is this: Christ, in his rule, presupposes that the man to whom he gives it knows, and from the Bible, (or providence, or natural conscience, so far as in harmony with the Bible,) the various relations in which God has placed him; and the respective duties in those relations; i.e. The rule assumes that he KNOWS what he OUGHT to expect or desire in similar circumstances.

Small Means and Great Ends--Edited by Mrs. M. H. Adams
But I am getting off from my story. I was saying that my young friend resided on the 'new-land'--no; the 'Mill-Pond;'--well, it's all the same--for when they dug down old Beacon Hill, they threw the dirt into the Mill-Pond, and when it was filled up, or made land, the spot was still known as the Mill-Pond, and oftentimes was called the new-land. In later years, there have been other portions added to the city, by making wharves, and filling up where the tide used to ebb and flow, and where large vessels could float

Snake and Sword--Percival Christopher Wren
It was not as though he were clever and could hope for a great career and the power to offer her the position for which she was fitted. Why, he was nearly bottom of his year at Sandhurst--not a bit brilliant and brainy. Suppose she married him in her inexperience, and then met the right sort of intellectual, clever feller too late. No, it wouldn't be the straight thing and decent at all, to propose to her now. How would Grumper view such a step? What had he to offer her? What was he? Just a penniless orphan. Apart from Grumper's generosity he owned a single five-pound note in money.

Snubby Nose and Tippy Toes--Laura Rountree Smith
Then the Seventeen Little Bears all turned somersaults at once, and Susan cried, 'Stop them, stop them, or they will break their little bones.'

So Runs the World--Henryk Sienkiewicz
Jadwiga.--No, I must be frank and tell you how it happened. In former times we were such dear friends, and then we have not seen each other for two years. I asked you to come, but I was not sure that you would grant my request, therefore--when the bell rang--after two years--(smiling) I needed a few moments to overcome the emotion. I thought it was necessary for both of us.

Social life at Rome in the Age of Cicero--W. Warde Fowler
War then was the principal source of the supply of slaves, but it was not the only one. When a slave-trade is in full swing, it will be fostered in all possible ways. Brigandage and kidnapping were rife all over the Empire and in the countries beyond its borders in the disturbed times with which we are dealing. The pirates of Cilicia, until they were suppressed by Pompeius in 66, swarmed all over the Mediterranean, and snapped up victims by raids even on the coasts of Italy, selling them in the market at Delos without hindrance.

Some Historical Account of Guinea--Anthony Benezet
Some Historical Account of Guinea, Its Situation, Produce, and the General Disposition of Its Inhabitants An Inquiry into the Rise and Progress of the Slave Trade, Its Nature and Lamentable Effects

Some Personal Recollections Of Carlyle
To think of our head men believin' the stomach to be the man, and legislatin' for the stomach, and compellin' this old England into the downright vassalage of the stomach! Such men as these, forsooth, to rule England, the England once ruled by Oliver Cromwell! No wonder the impudent knave O'Connell takes them by the beard, shakes his big fist in their faces, does his own dirty will, in fact, with England, altogether! Oh for a day of Duke William again!'

Somewhere in France--Richard Harding Davis
Even after they unmasked Talbot I had neither the heart nor the inclination to turn him down. Indeed, had not some of the passengers testified that I belonged to a different profession, the smoking-room crowd would have quarantined me as his accomplice. On the first night I met him I was not certain whether he was English or giving an imitation. All the outward and visible signs were English, but he told me that, though he had been educated at Oxford and since then had spent most of his years in India, playing polo, he was an American.

Song of Death--Ed Earl Repp
An amazing death came to the rats when Vance turned the supersonic cannon on them. But the real test came when he used the vibrations on a greater scale--to torture and murder a man.

Songs and Other Verse--Eugene Field
But in the parlor. Oh, the gems on tables, walls, and floor--/ Rare first editions, etchings, and old crockery galore./ Why, talk about the Indies and the wealth of Orient things--/ They couldn't hold a candle to these quaint and sumptuous things;

Songs of Two--Arthur Sherburne Hardy
Like the south-flying swallow the summer has flown,/ Like a fast-falling star, from unknown to unknown/ Life flashes and falters and fails from our sight,--/ Good-night, friends, good-night./

Songs Out of Doors--Henry Van Dyke
Afterthought of summer's bloom! / Late arrival at the feast, / Coming when the songs have ceased / And the merry guests departed, / Leaving but an empty room, /

Sonnets--Michael Angelo Buonarroti and Tommaso Campanella
The best of artists hath no thought to show/ Which the rough stone in its superfluous shell/ Doth not include: to break the marble spell/ Is all the hand that serves the brain can do.

Sonnets--Nizam-ud-din-Ahmad
If my whole life were but one thought of thee,/ That thought the purest worship of my heart/ And my soul's yearning blent; if at thy feet/ I offered such a life, there still would be /

Southern Lights and Shadows--Edited by Howells and Alden
In the autobiographical part Mammy spread us a chilling feast of horrors, varied by the supernatural. Long years after this period I read a protest in some Southern paper against this practice in the nursery, with its manifest consequences on the minds of children. It set me to wondering how it was that the consequences in my day seemed inappreciable. I do not understand it now. Some of Mammy's stories would have been bonanzas to a police reporter of today; others would have bred emulation in Edgar Poe. And yet I do not recall any subsequent terrors.

Sowing and Reaping--Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
SOWING AND REAPING A Temperance Story A Rediscovered Novel by Frances E.W. Harper Edited by Frances Smith Foster

Spalding's Official Baseball Guide - 1913
John H. Wagner, the brilliant veteran of the Pittsburgh club, fought his way to the position of shortstop in 1912. His fielding was better than that of his rivals and at times he played the position as only a man of his sterling worth can play.

SPECIAL REASON--Louis Griffin
Willie Sharpe found that observation pays off at times!

Specialiteiten--Multatuli
En zoo'n ingevoerde hamel mag nog 'n flinken bel aan den hals dragen, terwyl de Kammerras-verbeteraar by elke poging tot uitvoering van z'n speciaal mandaat, heel beleefd verschooning en permissie moet vragen aan 't geacht schaap uit een of ander kiesdistrikt, dat hy moeder wil maken van wat kunde.

Specimens with Memoirs of the Less-known British Poets--George Gilfillan
Thorough collection, but somewhat dated--Ben Jonson? John Donnne???

Spiritualism New And Old
Nearly a third of the work consists of an appeal to the Protestant clergy, designed to persuade them that what with the numerous accessions to Romanism out of the Protestant communion on the one hand, and what with the advances of scientific incredulity on the other, they have little ground for supposing the Protestant Church to be a finality of the Divine administration, and ought to be willing, therefore, to look about them for signs of an improved providential presence in the earth. Grant Mr. Owen his premises, and he reasons out his case very well. But the trouble is to understand how he reconciles himself to his premises.

Sport and Work on the Nepaul Frontier--James Inglis
After living at Puttihee for two years, I was transferred to another out-factory in the same concern, called Parewah. There was here a very nice little three-roomed bungalow, with airy verandahs all round. It was a pleasant change from Puttihee, and the situation was very pretty. A small stream, almost dry in the hot weather, but a swollen, deep, rapid torrent in the rains, meandered past the factory. Nearing the bullock-house it suddenly took a sweep to the left in the form of a wide horseshoe, and in this bend or pocket was situated the bungalow, with a pretty terraced garden sloping gently to the stream.

Squash Tennis--Richard C. Squires
Squash Tennis is one of the few racquet and ball indoor sports that can be termed honestly and strictly 'American' in origin, whereas Squash Racquets has its roots in England going as far back as the 1850s. The game spread to America in the 1880s and the first real organized Squash Racquets play was in 1882 at St. Paul's Prep School, in Concord, New Hampshire.

Squinty the Comical Pig--Richard Barnum
So Squinty had his supper, after all, though he did run away. Perhaps he should have been punished by being sent to bed without having had anything to eat, but you see the farmer wanted his pigs to be fat and healthy, so he fed them well. Squinty was very glad of that.

Sri Vishnu Sahasranaamam
gurur gurutamo dhaama satyah satyaparaakramah nimiSho nimiShah sragvI vaachaspatir udaaradhIh agraNIr graamaNIh shrImaan nyaayo netaa samIraNah sahasramUrdhaa vishvaatmaa sahasraaxah sahasrapaat

STAND-IN FOR SLAUGHTER--GROVER BRINKMAN
Johnny Chopin found a Fifth Avenue babe in the middle of the Arizona desert. And it didn't take long before she tried to make him her . . .

Star-Dust--Fannie Hurst
Full title: STAR-DUST; A Story of an American Girl

Stello--Alfred De Vigny
Pendant les longs recits et les plus longs silences du Docteur-Noir, la nuit etait venue. Une haute lampe eclairait une partie de la chambre de Stello; car cette chambre etait si grande, que la lueur n'en pouvait atteindre les angles ni le haut plafond. Des rideaux epais et longs, un antique ameublement, des armes jetees sur des livres, une enorme table couverte d'un tapis qui en cachait les pieds, et sur cette table deux tasses de the: tout cela etait sombre, et brillait par intervalles de la flamme rouge d'un large feu, ou bien se laissait deviner a demi, et par reflets, sous la lueur jaunatre de la lampe.

Stephen Archer and Other Tales
This witch got two ladies to visit her. One of them belonged to the court, and her husband had been sent on a far and difficult embassy. The other was a young widow whose husband had lately died, and who had since lost her sight, Watho lodged them in different parts of her castle, and they did not know of each other's existence.

Stephen Dewhurst's Autobiography
This dramatic homage, however, being of an altogether negative complexion, was exceedingly trying to us. Notoriously our Orthodox Protestant faith, however denominated, is not intellectually a cheerful one, though it is not so inwardly demoralizing, doubtless, as the Catholic teaching; but it makes absolutely no ecclesiastical provision in the way of spectacle for engaging the affections of childhood. The innocent carnal delights of children are ignored by the church save at Christmas; and as Christmas comes but once a year, we poor little ones were practically shut up for all our spiritual limbering, or training in the divine life, to the influence of our ordinary paralytic Sunday routine.

Stolen Treasure--Howard Pyle
t is a great pity that any one should have a grandfather who ended his days in such a sort as this; but it was no fault of Barnaby True's, nor could he have done anything to prevent it, seeing he was not even born into the world at the time that his grandfather turned pirate, and that he was only one year old when Captain Brand so met his death on the Cobra River. Nevertheless, the boys with whom he went to school never tired of calling him 'Pirate,' and would sometimes sing for his benefit that famous catchpenny ballad beginning thus:

Stones of Venice [introductions]--John Ruskin
And although the last few eventful years, fraught with change to the face of the whole earth, have been more fatal in their influence on Venice than the five hundred that preceded them; though the noble landscape of approach to her can now be seen no more, or seen only by a glance, as the engine slackens its rushing on the iron line; and though many of her palaces are for ever defaced, and many in desecrated ruins, there is still so much of magic in her aspect, that the hurried traveller, who must leave her before the wonder of that first aspect has been worn away, may still be led to forget the humility of her origin, and to shut his eyes to the depth of her desolation.

Stories by American Authors, Volume 1
WHO WAS SHE. By BAYARD TAYLOR THE DOCUMENTS IN THE CASE. By BRANDER MATTHEWS AND H.C. BUNNER ONE OF THE THIRTY PIECES. By WILLIAM HENRY BISHOP BALACCHI BROTHERS. By REBECCA HARDING DAVIS AN OPERATION IN MONEY. By ALBERT WEBSTER

Stories by American Authors, Volume 5
Contents: A Light Man, By Henry James. Yatil, By F.D. Millet. The End Of New York, By Park Benjamin. Why Thomas Was Discharged, By George Arnold. The Tachypomp, By E.P. Mitchell

Stories by American Authors, Volume 6
The Village Convict, By C.H. White. The Denver Express, By A.A. Hayes. The Misfortunes of Bro' Thomas Wheatley, By Lina Redwood Fairfax. The Heartbreak Cameo, By L.W. Champney. Miss Eunice's Glove, By Albert Webster. Brother Sebastian's Friendship, By Harold Frederic

Stories by Foreign Authors: Spanish
'They signify GOLD, they signify PEARLS, they signify CURSE OF ALA. But I no understand meaning, explanations, or signs. Must see the Dervish of Anghera--wise man and translate all. I take parchment to day and bring parchment to-morrow, and deceive not nor rob Senor Tudela. Moor swear.'

Stories from the Italian Poets, v2--Leigh Hunt
Boiardo: Ariosto: Tasso:

Stories From Thucydides--H. L. Havell
The second invasion of the Peloponnesians was prolonged for forty days, and the whole Attic territory was laid waste. Pericles again refused to venture a pitched battle against them, knowing well that the Athenian army was no match for them in the open field. But a powerful fleet was sent to cruise round Peloponnesus, which inflicted much damage on the coast districts. It was a welcome relief to the Athenians selected for this service to escape for a time from the plague-stricken city; but unhappily they carried the infection with them, and the crews were decimated by the same disease.

Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans--Edward Eggleston
The King of France had sent ships and soldiers to help the Americans. But still Washington had not enough men to take New York from the British. Yet he went on getting ready to attack the British in New York. He had ovens built to bake bread for his men. He bought hay for his horses. He had roads built to draw his cannons on.

Stories of Inventors--Russell Doubleday
The water from which the steam is made is also fed automatically into the boiler, when the engine is in motion, by a pump worked by the engine piston. A hand-pump is also supplied by which the driver can keep the proper amount when the machine is still or in case of a breakdown. A water-gauge in plain sight keeps the driver informed at all times as to the amount of water in the boiler

Stories Worth Rereading--Various
(1913) Cyrus made his way back to the car with some self-congratulations that served to brace up the muscles behind his knees. This last incident showed him plainly that his father was putting him to a severe test of some sort, and he could have no doubt that it was for a purpose. His father was the sort of man who does things with a very definite purpose indeed. Cyrus looked back over the day with an anxious searching of his memory to be sure that no detail of the singular service required of him had been slighted.

Story of Louis Riel--Joseph Edmond Collins
Full title: The Story of Louis Riel: The Rebel Chief

Strong Hearts--George W. Cable
'Yes, yes. Well, anyhow, I thought I'd try the same game, so I told him how I had stuffed a bird once upon a time myself. It was a pigeon, with every feather as white as snow; a fan-tail. It had belonged to my little boy who died. I thought it would make such a beautiful emblem at his funeral, rising with wings outspread, you know, typical of the resurrection--we buried him from the Sunday-school, you remember. And so I killed it and wired it and stuffed it myself. It was hard to hang it in a soaring attitude, owing to its being a fan-tail, but I managed it.'

Studies in Civics--James T. McCleary
But to provide and maintain all these things takes money, and the people living in the other parts of the town not sharing the benefits would hardly like to help pay for them. Hence it is but just that the people living in the thickly settled portion of the town should be permitted to separate from the rest and form an organization by themselves.

Study of the Mortuary Customs--H.C. Yarrow
A Further Contribution to the Study of the Mortuary Customs of the North American Indians

Sugar and Spice--James Johnson
After all this, he took a piece of common glass, and scraped the sides and bottoms of the soles, and heel-balled the sides of the soles and heels, and the boots were made. He did not try any other ornamental work. Of course the young lad could not do this without the help of a cobbler, to shew him what and how to do each portion of his boot-making; but the man was frightened at having so apt a pupil, and begged pardon for his former neglect; for though they were not all they might have been; they were boots.

Summer on the Lakes, in 1843--S.M. Fuller
These boats come in and out every day, and still afford a cause for general excitement. The people swarm down to greet them, to receive and send away their packages and letters. To me they seemed such mighty messengers, to give, by their noble motion, such an idea of the power and fullness of life, that they were worthy to carry despatches from king to king. It must be very pleasant for those who have an active share in carrying on the affairs of this great and growing world to see them come in. It must be very pleasant to those who have dearly loved friends at the next station. To those who have neither business nor friends, it sometimes gives a desolating sense of insignificance.

Suppliant Maidens and Other Plays
Full title: FOUR PLAYS OF AESCHYLUS; THE SUPPLIANT MAIDENS, THE PERSIANS, THE SEVEN AGAINST THEBES, THE PROMETHEUS BOUND-- TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH VERSE BY E.D.A. MORSHEAD, MA.

Supply and Demand--Hubert D. Henderson
Now the keynote of their practical conclusions was that Governments were doing immense mischief by meddling with a great many matters, which they would have done better to leave alone. In this they were in general agreement with one another; incidentally--let there be no mistake about it--they were right. But, as invariably happens in public controversy, their opinions became crystallized in a compact formula, or cry, with unduly sweeping implications. This was the cry of ' laissez-faire.'

Sustained Honor--John R. Musick
The quarter-master's favorite dog, which was as fat as the pig, suddenly disappeared the day before the feast, and Terrence had a search instituted for him without avail, and gave it out as his opinion that the dog had fallen overboard. On the same day the officers feasted on roast pig, Terrence's mess had roast pig. The officers declared that their roast pig was very tender, but that the flavor was strong and peculiar! The ship's surgeon afterward said he never saw the bones of a pig so resemble the bones of a dog. There had been but one pig aboard, and had it been known that Terrence dined on roast pig also, there might have been some grave suspicions.

Tacitus and Braccilioni--John Wilson Ross
Full title: TACITUS AND BRACCIOLINI. THE ANNALS FORGED IN THE XVth CENTURY.

Taine's English Literature
M. Taine's work is a history of our literature only in a partial sense of the term. 'Just as astronomy,' he says, 'is at bottom a problem in mechanics, and physiology a problem in chemistry, so history at bottom is a problem in psychology.' His aim has been 'to establish the psychology of a people.' A happier title for his work, therefore, save for its amplitude, would be, 'A Comparative Survey of the English Mind in the leading Works of its Literature.' it is a picture of the English intellect, with literary examples and allusions in evidence, and not a record of works nor an accumulation of facts.

Tales and Novels, Vol. III
Belinda (revised edition).

Tales and Novels, Vol. IV
CONTAINING CASTLE RACKRENT; AN ESSAY ON IRISH BULLS; AN ESSAY ON THE NOBLE SCIENCE OF SELF-JUSTIFICATION; ENNUI; AND THE DUN.

Tales and Novels, Vol. IX
Contents: Harrington; Thoughts on Bores; Ormond

Tales and Novels, Vol. V
MANOEUVRING; ALMERIA; AND VIVIAN. (TALES OF FASHIONABLE LIFE.)

Tales and Novels, Vol. VII
There was something in the apparent embarrassment and distress of Mr. Falconer, which Lord Oldborough's penetrating eye instantly discerned to be affected.--His lordship turned a chair towards him, but said not a word.--The commissioner sat down like a man acting despair; but looking for a moment in Lord Oldborough's face, he saw what his lordship was thinking of, and immediately his affected embarrassment became real and great.

Tales And Novels, Volume 1
The gardener willingly complied with our hero's first request; he gave him a spade, and he set him to work. Forester dug with all the energy of an enthusiast, and dined like a philosopher upon long kail; but long kail did not charm him so much the second day as it had done the first; and the third day it was yet less to his taste; besides, he began to notice the difference between oaten and wheaten bread. He, however, recollected that Cyrus lived, when he was a lad, upon water-cresses--the black broth of the Spartans he likewise remembered, and he would not complain. He thought, that he should soon accustom himself to his scanty, homely fare.

Tales and Sketches--John Greenleaf Whittier
'I am not desirous, even were it practicable,' he said, 'to defend the use of opium, or rather the abuse of it. I can only say, that the substitutes you propose are not suited to my condition. The world has now no enticements for me; society no charms. Love, fame, wealth, honor, may engross the attention of the multitude; to me they are all shadows; and why should I grasp at them? In the solitude of my own thoughts, looking on but not mingling in them, I have taken the full gauge of their hollow vanities. No, leave me to myself, or rather to that new existence which I have entered upon, to the strange world to which my daily opiate invites me.

Tales for Young and Old
Somewhat apart from the maidens was a group, on which the Osage girls gazed curiously and enviously. Three Indian youths, all under twenty, nowise related by blood, but connected only by the bonds of friendship, stood on a rising bank in deep abstraction. Nah-com-e-shee, Koha-tunha, and Mun-ne-pushee--for such were the names of the young men--had at an early age contracted for one another one of those peculiar affections which inexplicably arise sometimes between persons of the same sex, and which often are more sincere and durable even than love.

Tales of Ind--T. Ramakrishna
A deep calm sea; on the blue waters toiled,/ From morn till eve, the simple fishermen;/ And, on the beach, there stood a group of huts/ Before whose gates old men sat mending nets/ And eyed with secret joy the little boys/ That gaily gambolled on the sandy beach

Tales of Three Hemispheres--Lord Dunsany
And the man went forth with his sword, and behold it was even war. And the man remembered the little things that he knew, and thought of the quiet days that there used to be, and at night on the hard ground dreamed of the things of peace. And dearer and dearer grew the wonted things, the dull but easeful things of the days of peace, and remembering these he began to regret the war, and sought once more a boon of the ancient gods, and appearing before them he said: 'O ancient gods, indeed but a man loves best the days of peace. Therefore take back your war and give us peace, for indeed of all your blessedness peace is best.'

Taquisara--F. Marion Crawford
Veronica left Bianca Corleone's house with a very painful sense of disappointment, and as she drove homeward through the wet streets, she could not get rid of Gianluca's tearful blue eyes, which seemed to follow her into the carriage; and in the rattling and jolting, she heard again and again that one weak sob which had so disturbed her. At that moment she would rather have gone directly back to the convent in Rome, to stay there for the rest of her life, than have married such an unmanly man as she believed him to be. His words had left her cold, his face had frozen her, his tears had disgusted her.

Teddy's Button--Amy Le Feuvre
The voice was a strange one, and the boys turned round to meet the curious gaze of a sturdy little damsel, who had, unnoticed, joined the group. She was not dressed as an ordinary village child, but in a little rough serge sailor suit, with a large hat to match, set well back on a quantity of loose dark hair. A rosy-cheeked square-set little figure she was, and her brown eyes, fringed with long black lashes, looked straight at Teddy with something of defiance and scorn in their glance.

Ten Boys from Dickens--Kate Dickinson Sweetser
What else do I remember?--let me see. There comes to me a vision of our home, Blunderstone Rookery, with its ground-floor kitchen, and long passage leading from it to the front door. A dark store-room opens out of the kitchen, and in it there is the smell of soap, pickles, pepper, candles, and coffee, all at one whiff. Then there are the two parlours;--the one in which we sit of an evening, my mother and I and Peggotty,--for Peggotty is quite our companion,--and the best parlour where we sit on a Sunday; grandly, but not so comfortably, while my mother reads the old familiar Bible stories to us.

Ten Girls from Dickens--Kate Dickinson Sweetser
But of all this Little Nell knew nothing, or she would have implored him to give up the dangerous practice. She only knew that, after her monotonous days, uncheckered by variety and uncheered by pleasant companionship, the old man, who seemed always agitated by some hidden care, and weak and wandering in his mind, taking his cloak and hat and stick, would pass from the house, leaving her alone through the dreary evenings and long solitary nights.

Tenterhooks--Ada Leverson
Book 2 of The Little Ottleys

Texas
A Brief Account of the Origin, Progress and Present State of the Colonial Settlements of Texas; Together with an Exposition of the Causes which have induced the Existing War with Mexico

Thaumaturgia--An Oxonian
Full title: THAUMATURGIA, OR ELUCIDATIONS OF THE MARVELLOUS

The Abandoned Room--Wadsworth Camp
The detective reasoned in a steady unmoved voice: 'Only a mad woman would wander through the woods, crying like that without a special purpose. This man Paredes has left the house and come through here. I'd guess it was a signal.'

The Adventures of a Special Correspondent
THE ADVENTURES OF A SPECIAL CORRESPONDENT AMONG THE VARIOUS RACES AND COUNTRIES OF CENTRAL ASIA BEING THE EXPLOITS AND EXPERIENCES OF CLAUDIUS BOMBARNAC OF 'THE TWENTIETH CENTURY'

The Adventures of Little Bewildered Henry
The Extraordinary Adventures Of Poor Little Bewildered Henry, Who was shut up in an Old Abbey for Three Weeks: A Story Founded On Fact

The Aeroplane Boys Flight--John Luther Langworthy
'A bully good idea, too, Frank, and don't you forget it!' cried the other, with considerable show of enthusiasm. 'Now, I just bolted what little breakfast I got this morning, and already I feel hungry enough to eat nearly anything. And speaking generally, these country people do set a great table; though I don't know how it will be with the Hoskins, because, if they've been neglecting their farm to chase around after rainbows, they probably won't be any too flush with supplies. But any port in a storm, and I guess we'll be able to get filled up; if only we can make a landing, and find the farm.'

The Aeroplane Boys on the Wing--John Luther Langworthy
The Aeroplane Boys on the Wing Aeroplane Chums in the Tropics

The Alphabet of Birds
A is an Auk,/ Of the Artic sea,/ He lives on the ice,/ Where the winds blow free.

The Amateur Gentleman--Jeffery Farnol et al
"Yes, sir, devilish swell affair, with gentlemen to ride, and Royalty to look on--a race of races! London's agog with it, all the clubs discuss it, coffee houses ring with it, inns and taverns clamor with it--soul and honor, betting--everywhere. The odds slightly favor Sir Mortimer Carnaby's 'Clasher'; but Viscount Devenham's 'Moonraker' is well up. Then there's Captain Slingsby's 'Rascal,' Mr. Tressider's 'Pilot,' Lord Jerningham's 'Clinker,' and five or six others. But, as I tell you, 'Clasher' and 'Moonraker' carry the money, though many knowing ones are sweet on the 'Rascal.' But, surely, you must have heard of the great steeplechase? Devilish ugly course, they tell me."

The Amazing Quest of Doctor Syn
'Well, there's some good in most wicked men,' returned the Welshman, 'though I never found any in the leader of our smugglers. Tarroc Dolgenny has nothing to recommend him but a devilishly handsome face and a quick and daring brain. He is not even a faithful leader when his own interests are like to be thwarted, and he would as soon murder a follower as any enemy. The strange part is that, knowing his character, his men remain faithful to him.'

The Amber Witch--Mary Schweidler
From Forward: The most interesting trial for witchcraft ever known. Printed from an imperfect manuscript by her father Abraham Schweidler, the pastor of Coserow, in the Island of Usedom. Edited by W. Meinhold Doctor of Theology, and Pastor, etc. Translated from the German by Lady Duff Gordon.

The American Child--Elizabeth McCracken
We hear a great deal at the present time concerning the education of the 'particular child.' In the very best of our private schools in the city each pupil is regarded as a separate and distinct individual, and taught as such. This ideal condition of things prevailed in that little district school in the farming region of New Hampshire. That teacher had fourteen pupils; practically, she had fourteen 'grades.' Even when it happened that two children were taught the same lesson, each one was taught it individually.

The Americanism of Washington--Henry Van Dyke
This is the truth that emerges, crystalline and luminous, from the conflicts and confusions of the Revolution. The men who were able to surrender themselves and all their interests to the pure and loyal service of their ideal were the men who made good, the victors crowned with glory and honor. The men who would not make that surrender, who sought selfish ends, who were controlled by personal ambition and the love of gain, who were willing to stoop to crooked means to advance their own fortunes, were the failures, the lost leaders, and, in some cases, the men whose names are embalmed in their own infamy.

The Anatomy of Melancholy, v1
Man's Excellency, Fall, Miseries, Infirmities; The causes of them.

The Anatomy of Melancholy, v2
THE SECOND PARTITION. THE CURE OF MELANCHOLY.

The Anatomy of Melancholy, v3
THE THIRD PARTITION, LOVE-MELANCHOLY.

The Anatomy of Melancholy--Democritus Junior
THE ANATOMY OF MELANCHOLY What it is, with all the kinds, causes, symptoms, prognostics, and several cures of it. In three Partitions, with their several Sections, numbers, and subsections. Philosophically, medicinally, Historically, opened and cut up.

The Angel of Lonesome Hill--Frederick Landis
'Well, as to that, John, this game of life is strange; we bring nothing with us, so how can we lose? We take nothing away, so how can we win? We think; we plan; we stack these plans with precision, but Chance always sits at our right, waiting to cut the cards. You speak of 'justice.' It's a myth. The statue above the court-house stands first on one foot, then on the other, tired of waiting, tired of the sharp rocks of technicality, tired of the pompous farce. Why, Dale,' he waved a hand toward an opposite corner, 'if old Daniel Webster were here he couldn't do anything!'

The Angel Over the Right Shoulder
On the last day of the old year, she was so much occupied in her preparations for the morrow's festival, that the last hour of the day was approaching, before she made her good night's call in the nursery. She first went to the crib and looked at the baby. There he lay in his innocence and beauty, fast asleep. She softly stroked his golden hair--she kissed gently his rosy cheek--she pressed the little dimpled hand in hers, and then, carefully drawing the coverlet over it, tucked it in, and stealing yet another kiss--she left him to his peaceful dreams and sat down on her daughter's bed.

The Anti-Slavery Examiner, Part 2 of 4

The Anti-Slavery Examiner, Part 3 of 4
Before presenting to the reader particular details of the cruelties inflicted upon American slaves, we will present in brief the well-weighed declarations of slaveholders and other residents of slave states, testifying that the slaves are treated with barbarous inhumanity. All details and particulars will be drawn out under their appropriate heads. We propose in this place to present testimony of a general character--the solemn declarations of slaveholders and others, that the slaves are treated with great cruelty.

The Anti-Slavery Examiner, Part 4 of 4
The logic which infers that because a man thinks the Federal Government bad, he must necessarily think all government so, has at least, the merit and the charm of novelty. There is a spice of arrogance just perceptible, in the conclusion that the Constitution of these United States is so perfect, that one who dislikes it could never be satisfied with any form of government whatever!

The Anti-Slavery Harp--Edited by William W. Brown
Fling out the Anti-slavery flag/ On every swelling breeze;/ And let its folds wave o'er the land,/ And o'er the raging seas,/ Till all beneath the standard sheet,/ With new allegiance bow;

The Apartment Next Door--William Andrew Johnston
Ever since he had been informed that the search of the Hoffs' apartment was to be intrusted to him Carter had been in a state of exuberant delight. He fairly revelled in jobs that required a disguise and he welcomed the opportunity it gave him and his assistants to don the uniform of employees of the electric light company. He even made a point of arriving that afternoon at the apartment house in the company's repair wagon, the vehicle having been procured through Fleck's assistance.

The Apricot Tree
On looking round the garden, to see if they could discover any traces of the thief, Ned and his grandmother saw the prints of a boy's shoe, rather bigger than Ned's, in several of the beds, and hanging on the quick-hedge were some tattered fragments of a red cotton handkerchief checked with white. 'I know this handkerchief,' said Ned; 'it is Tom Andrews's; I have often seen him with it tied round his neck. It must be he who stole my apricots.'

The Armourer's Prentices
Stephen was weeping by this time, and his uncle had a hand on his shoulder, and with tears in his eyes, threw in ejaculations of pity and affection. Ambrose finished the narrative with a broken voice indeed, but as one who had more self-command than his brother, perhaps than his uncle, whose exclamations became bitter and angry as he heard of the treatment the boys had experienced from their half-brother, who, as he said, he had always known as a currish mean-spirited churl, but scarce such as this.

The Art of Controversy
Should the disputation be conducted on somewhat strict and formal lines, and there be a desire to arrive at a very clear understanding, he who states the proposition and wants to prove it may proceed against his opponent by question, in order to show the truth of the statement from his admissions. This erotematic, or Socratic, method was especially in use among the ancients; and this and some of the tricks following later on are akin to it.

The Art of Controversy--Arthur Schopenhauer
translated 1896 by T. Bailey Saunders, M.A.

The Art of Literature--Arthur Schopenhauer
Every mediocre writer tries to mask his own natural style, because in his heart he knows the truth of what I am saying. He is thus forced, at the outset, to give up any attempt at being frank or naive--a privilege which is thereby reserved for superior minds, conscious of their own worth, and therefore sure of themselves. What I mean is that these everyday writers are absolutely unable to resolve upon writing just as they think; because they have a notion that, were they to do so, their work might possibly look very childish and simple.

The Art Of Poetry--Horace
Full title: The Art Of Poetry An Epistle. To The Pisos (Q. Horatii Flacci Epistola Ad Pisones, De Arte Poetica.)--translated by George Colman.

The Ashiel Mystery--Mrs. Charles Bryce
'No, sir. The hall is quite away from the tower, and so is the housekeeper's room; and the walls are very thick. We were just finishing supper, which was very late that night on account of the gentlemen coming in late from stalking, and one thing and another. I'm rather surprised none of us heard it, sir.'

The Aspirations of Jean Servien
Shut up in his room, he was filled with a great pity for himself and longed to recover the peace of mind, the calm of the senses, the happy life that had vanished along with the leaf he had abandoned that evening to the drifting current. He opened a novel, but at the first mention of love he pitched the volume down, and fell to reading a book of travel, following the steps of an English explorer into the reed palace of the King of Uganda. He ascended the Upper Nile to Urondogami; hippopotamuses snorted in the swamps, waders and guinea-fowl rose in flight, while a herd of antelopes sped flying through the tall grasses.

The Assassins' League--Brant House
A wealthy arms manufacturer and a powerful gang lord killed themselves--when they had the world by the tail. Secret Agent X sought to discover the baffling, contradictory cause of their enigmatic suicides. But even the Agent's amazing disguises failed him. For a strange, beautiful girl was able to pierce every clever face worn by the man of a thousand faces.

The Assassins--Percy Bysshe Shelley
Where all is thus calm, the slightest circumstance is recorded and remembered. Before the sixth century had expired one incident occurred, remarkable and strange. A young man, named Albedir, wandering in the woods, was startled by the screaming of a bird of prey, and, looking up, saw blood fall, drop by drop, from among the intertwined boughs of a cedar. Having climbed the tree, he beheld a terrible and dismaying spectacle. A naked human body was impaled on the broken branch. It was maimed and mangled horribly; every limb bent and bruised into frightful distortion, and exhibiting a breathing image of the most sickening mockery of life.

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'Ah!' said the Doctor, musingly, 'would I could say so! There are times, indeed, when I hope I have an interest in the precious Redeemer, and behold an infinite loveliness and beauty in Him, apart from anything I expect or hope. But even then how deceitful is the human heart! how insensibly might a mere selfish love take the place of that disinterested complacency which regards Him for what He is in Himself, apart from what He is to us! Say, my dear friend, does not this thought sometimes make you tremble?'

The Autobiography of a Journalist, Volume I--William James Stillman
Given a disposition to enter into controversies on art questions, provoked by the general incompetence of the newspaper critics of that day, and the fact that there was at that time no publication in America devoted to the interests of art, it happened naturally that I was drawn into correspondence with the journals on art questions, and easily made for myself a certain reputation in this field. I obtained the position of fine-art editor of the 'Evening Post,' then edited by W.C. Bryant, a position which did not interfere with my work in the studio.

The Avenger
'Ah! but am I?' the young man exclaimed fiercely. 'That's what I want to know. Look here! I've been through every letter and every scrap of paper I can find, I've been to the bank and to his few pals, and strike me dead if I can find where that five hundred pounds came from every three months! It was in gold always; he must have gone and changed it somewhere--five hundred golden sovereigns every three months, and I can't find where they came from!'

The Awakening of Helena Richie
Helena sprung to her feet, nervously. "But I wish he wouldn't come! I don't want him to come. I can't help it; indeed I--I can't help it!" She spoke with a sort of gasp. Instantly David, who had been lounging in the swing, slipped down and planted himself directly in front of her, his arms stretched out at each side. "I'll take care of you," he said protectingly.

The Bacillus of Beauty--Harriet Stark
I had had but a glimpse of the new comer in her flight across the floor; I knew she had scarlet lips and shining eyes; that youth and joy and unimagined beauty had entered with her like a burst of sunlight and flooded the room. I felt, rather than saw, that she had turned from the window and was looking at me, curiously at first, then smiling. Her smile had bewildered me when she opened the door; it was a soft, flashing light that shone from her face and blessed the air. She seemed surrounded by an aureole.

The Banks of Wye--Robert Bloomfield
PEACE to your white-wall'd cots, ye vales,/ Untainted fly your summer gales;/ Health, thou from cities lov'st to roam,/ O make the Monmouth hills your home!/ Great spirits of her bards of yore,/

The Banner Boy Scouts Afloat--George A. Warren
'It's barely possible, anyhow,' the one addressed went on, doggedly. 'And I was just trying to remember if I'd heard of any robbery lately. There was a store broke into over at Marshall two weeks ago, and the thieves carried off a lot of stuff. But seems to me, the men got nabbed later on. I'm a little hazy about it, though. But supposin' now, that these four men had made a rich haul somewhere, and wanted to hide their stuff in a good place, could they find a better one than up here on Cedar Island?'

The Bark Covered House--William Nowlin
Full title: THE BARK COVERED HOUSE, OR or, BACK IN THE WOODS AGAIN; BEING A GRAPHIC AND THRILLING DESCRIPTION OF REAL PIONEER LIFE IN THE WILDERNESS OF MICHIGAN

The Bars of Iron--Ethel May Dell
She recalled old Mrs. Marshall's dour remarks concerning him;--'brought up by men from his cradle,' brought up, moreover, by that terrible old Sir Beverley on the one hand and an irresponsible French valet on the other. She caught herself wishing that she had had the upbringing of him, and smiled again. There was a great deal of sweetness in his nature; of that she was sure, and because of it she found she could forgive his waywardness, reflecting that he had probably been mismanaged from his earliest infancy.

The Beautiful and the Damned
More from their fear of solitude than from any desire to go through the fuss and bother of entertaining, they filled the house with guests every week-end, and often on through the week. The week-end parties were much the same. When the three or four men invited had arrived, drinking was more or less in order, followed by a hilarious dinner and a ride to the Cradle Beach Country Club, which they had joined because it was inexpensive, lively if not fashionable, and almost a necessity for just such occasions as these. Moreover, it was of no great moment what one did there, and so long as the Patch party were reasonably inaudible, it mattered little whether or not the social dictators of Cradle Beach saw the gay Gloria imbibing cocktails in the supper room at frequent intervals during the evening.

THE BEAUTIFUL SLAVE
THE BEAUTIFUL SLAVE Or VALCOUR AND ZEILA A comedy in one act mixed with arias By Antoine Jean Dumaniant, Translated and adapted by FRANK J. MORLOCK

The Bent Twig
Her life was, however, brimming with active interests which occupied her, mind and body. There was rarely a day when a troop of children did not swarm over the Marshall house and barn, playing and playing and playing with that indomitable zest in life which is the birthright of humanity before the fevers and chills of adolescence begin. Sylvia and Judith, moreover, were required to assume more and more of the responsibility of the housework, while their mother extracted from the Marshall five acres an ever increasing largesse of succulent food.

The Best American Humorous Short Stories
Wherever there is an italic, the hickory descended. It fell about as regularly and after the fashion of the stick beating upon the bass drum during a funeral march. But the beast, although convinced that something serious was impending, did not consider a funeral march appropriate for the occasion. He protested, at first, with vigorous whiskings of his tail and a rapid shifting of his ears.

The Best British Short Stories of 1922
Looking back on it from this distance of time--it began in the early and ended in the middle eighties--I see the charm of ingenuous youth stamped on the episode, the touching glamour of limitless faith and expectation. We were, the whole little band of us, so deliciously self-sufficient, so magnificently critical of established reputations in contemporary letters and art. We sniffed and snorted, noses in air, at popular idols, while ourselves weighted down with a cargo of guileless enthusiasm only asking opportunity to dump itself at an idol's feet.

The Bethnal Green Museum
BETHNAL GREEN is mainly known to Americans who remember their nursery ballad books as the residence of a certain Blind Beggar's daughter, the details of whose history indeed we confess ourselves to have forgotten. Known by its beggars in the era of primitive poetry, the region has beggary still for its sign and token. Its wretchedness has been so great that, till within a few months past, there may well have been a question whether a blind beggar was not rather a lucky person, and his imperfect consciousness a matter of congratulation.

The Birth of Tragedy--Friedrich Nietzsche
Indeed, what is the Dionysian? This book offers an answer to that question: a 'knowledgeable person' speaks there, the initiate and disciple of his own god. Perhaps I would now speak with more care and less eloquently about such a difficult psychological question as the origin of tragedy among the Greeks. A basic issue is the relationship of the Greeks to pain, the degree of their sensitivity. Did this relationship remain constant? Or did it turn itself around? That question whether their constantly strong desire for beauty, feasts, festivities, and new cults arose out of some lack, deprivation, melancholy, or pain.

The Black Creek Stopping-House--Nellie McClung
When Fred Brydon made the discovery that his two brothers spent a great deal of their time in the pleasant though unprofitable occupation of card-playing with two or three of the other impecunious young men of the neighborhood, he remonstrated with them on this apparent waste of time. When he later discovered that they were becoming so engrossed in the game that they had but little time to plant, sow or reap, or do any of the things incidental to farm life, he became very indignant indeed.

The Black Grippe--By Edgar Wallace
Professor Van der Bergh was one of those elderly men who never grow old. His blue eye was as clear as it had been on his twentieth birthday, his sensitive mouth was as ready to smile as ever it had been in the flower of his youth. A professor of pathology, a great anatomist, and one of the foremost bacteriologists in the United States, Bevan's doubts and apprehensions were perhaps justified, though he was relieved in mind to discover that he had merely accelerated the great man's departure from New York and was not wholly responsible for a trip which might end in disappointment.

The Blood-Red Road to Petra--George L. Eaton
'They're coming, kid!' .he said. 'There are forty or fifty of them all around us. I can cover the front with my machine guns. You'll have to take care of the rest. They'll charge on horseback. Use your-'

The Blotting Book
'I believe I was half-mad with rage last night,' he said at length, 'but this afternoon, I think I am beginning to be sane again. It's true Mills tried to injure me, but he didn't succeed. And as you said last night I have too deep and intense a cause of happiness to give my thoughts and energies to anything so futile as hatred or the desire for revenge. He is punished already. The fact of his having tried to injure me like that was his punishment. Anyhow, I am sick and tired of my anger.'

The Book of Delight and Other Papers--Israel Abrahams
It is curious how often this habit of movement goes with thinking. Montaigne says: 'Every place of retirement requires a Walk. My thoughts sleep if I sit still; my Fancy does not go by itself, as it goes when my Legs move it.' What Montaigne seems to mean is that we love rhythm. Body and mind must move together in harmony. So it is with the Mohammedan over the Koran, and the Rabbi over the Talmud. Jews sway at prayer for the same reason. Movement of the body is not a mere mannerism; it is part of the emotion, like the instrumental accompaniment to a song.

The Book of Enterprise and Adventure--Anonymous
The object of this Volume is that of inducing young people to read, to cultivate in them a habit of reading and reflection, and to excite the imagination, the feelings, and the better emotions of their nature in a pleasurable and judicious manner. The pieces selected are such as will be likely to exert a beneficial influence upon the reader, to inspire him with heroic enthusiasm, and to lead him to despise danger.

The Book of Old English Ballads--George Wharton Edwards
So thus did both these nobles dye, / Whose courage none could staine; / An English archer then perceiv'd / The noble erle was slaine.

The Book-Bills of Narcissus--Richard Le Gallienne
Yes! it was the same old Narcissus, and he was wielding just the same old magic, I could see, as in our class-rooms and playgrounds five years before. What is it in him that made all men take him so on his own terms, made his talk hold one so, though it so often stumbled in the dark, and fell dumb on many a verbal cul-de-sac? Whatever it is, Samuel felt it, and, with that fine worshipful spirit of his--an attitude which always reminds me of the elders listening to the boy Jesus--was doing that homage for which no beauty or greatness ever appeals to him in vain. What an eye for soul has Samuel!

The Booming of Acre Hill--John Kendrick Bangs
THE BOOMING OF ACRE HILL AND OTHER REMINISCENCES OF URBAN AND SUBURBAN LIFE

The Boss of Little Arcady--Harry Leon Wilson
I suspect he had come out into the strange world of the North with large, loose notions that the fortune he needed might be speedily amassed. Such tales had been told him in his Southland, where he had not learned to question or doubt. If so, his disappointment was not to be seen in his bearing. That look of patient endurance may have eaten a little deeper the lines about his inky eyes, but I am sure his purpose had never wavered, nor his faith that he would win at last.

The Botanic Garden--Erasmus Darwin
Full title: The Botanic Garden A Poem in Two Parts. Part 1: The Economy of Vegetation

The Botanic Garden. Part II.--Erasmus Darwin
Containing The Loves of the Plants. A Poem. With Philosophical Notes.

THE BOUDOIR--By Carmontelle
Note: Translated and adapted by Frank J. Morlock

The Box with Broken Seals
"Nothing! Get into your car and drive home. Keep out of sight and hearing for a time. You are no particular ornament nor any use to any country, but remember that everything you have done, you have done when the country of your birth was in trouble and the country of your adoption was at peace. The situation is altered. The country of which you are a naturalised citizen is now at war. You had better remember it, and decide for yourself where your duty lies."

The Boy Allies at Jutland--Robert L. Drake
He dodged. But Jack, not realizing the import of Frank's words, remained still. He felt something hot sear the lobe of his ear. Wheeling abruptly, the lad saw the German whom he had first knocked unconscious facing him with levelled revolver--the weapon was Jack's own, which he had left behind when he swam to the enemy's aeroplane.

The Boy Life of Napoleon--Eugenie Foa
Full title: BOY LIFE OF NAPOLEON Afterwards Emperor Of The French Adapted And Extended For American Boys And Girls From The French Of Madame Eugenie Foa Author Of 'Little Princes And Princesses Young Warriors,' 'Little Robinson,' Etc. Illustrated By Vesper L George

The Bracelets--Maria Edgeworth
THE BRACELETS; OR, AMIABILITY AND INDUSTRY REWARDED

The Bravo
There was a movement of surprise among the clerks, who whispered together, and appeared to examine the papers in their hands with some haste and confusion. Glances were sent back at the judges, who sate motionless, wrapped in the impenetrable mystery of their functions. A secret sign, however, soon caused the armed attendants of the place to lead Antonio and his companion from the room.

The Bride of Dreams--Frederik van Eeden
One afternoon we had sailed out, dressed in our oilskins, and the skipper who, submerged to the waist, had pushed us off the shore through the breakers, had warned us to be back within two hours, for at that time the ebb-tide set in and, with the fresh north breeze, the strong current would make it difficult for us to land. My father had nodded as though he were thinking of something else and had long ago penetrated and computed the caprices of the gray and formidable North Sea.

The Broken Road
Shere Ali made no reply, but his heart grew bitter within him. He had come out to India sore and distressed at parting from his friends, from the life he had grown to love. All the way down the Red Sea and across the Indian Ocean, the pangs of regret had been growing keener with each new mile which was gathered in behind the screw. He had lain awake listening to the throb of the engine with an aching heart, and with every longing for the country he had left behind growing stronger, every recollection growing more vivid and intense.

The Bronze Bell--Louis Joseph Vance
Twenty minutes wore wearily away. Falling ever more densely, the snow drew an impenetrable wan curtain between Amber and the world of life and light and warmth; while with each discordant blast the strength of the gale seemed to wax, its high hysteric clamour at times drowning even the incessant deep bellow of the ocean surf. Once Amber paused in his patrol, having heard, or fancying he had heard, the staccato plut-plut-plut of a marine motor. On impulse, with a swelling heart, he swung his gun skywards and pulled both triggers. The double report rang in his ears loud as a thunderclap.

The Brown Mask--Percy J. Brebner
For a few moments the very daring of the leap paralysed the hunters. The man had surely gone to his death, preferring an end of this sort to the one that most surely awaited him if he were captured. They had looked to see horse and rider crash downwards to destruction, or perchance fall backwards to be crushed and maimed past all healing; but when neither of these things happened a cry of astonishment, not unmingled with admiration, burst from a dozen throats.

The Buccaneer Farmer--Harold Bindloss
Kit threw up the pistol and pulled the trigger. There was a flash that dazzled his eyes and a little smoke curled up, but when he leaned forward his antagonist had gone. He heard no movement when he sprang to his feet and almost imagined he had been dreaming, until the sailors shouted and their boots rattled on the broken floor. They ran in and when Kit told them what had happened went to the hole in the wall.

The Buffalo Runners--R.M. Ballantyne
The remonstrative expression on La Certe's face deepened. The idea of his own taste or comfort had not once entered his head: but he had a wife and child whom he was bound to consider, and he had a hut--a home--in Red River which he felt constrained to look after. Besides, he had social duties of many kinds which claimed attention.

The Butcher of Hell--Steve Fisher
'It's the only clue we have,' Commander Taylor answered. 'I don't believe the marine captain had an enemy. He was, in fact, a very popular officer with his men. The sailors on the ship hardly knew him, since most of his business was confined to his company of seventy-five detailed leathernecks aboard. Therefore, it's hard to believe one of my sailors guilty, and still harder to think that one of his own marines did it'

The Butterfly's Ball--R.M. Ballantyne
The Butterfly's Ball And The Grasshopper's Feast

The Call of the North--Stewart Edward White
Virginia did not sleep at all that night. She was reaching toward her new self. Heretofore she had ruled those about her proudly, secure in her power and influence. Now she saw that all along her influence had in not one jot exceeded that of the winsome girl. She had no real power at all. They went mercilessly on in the grim way of their fathers, dealing justice even-handed according to their own crude conceptions of it, without thought of God or man. She turned hot all over as she saw herself in this new light--as she saw those about her indulgently smiling at her airs of the mistress of it. It angered her--though the smile might be good-humored, even affectionate.

The Call of the Twentieth Century--David Starr Jordan
Democracy does not mean equality--just the reverse of this, it means individual responsibility, equality before the law, of course--equality of opportunity, but no other equality save that won by faithful service. That social system which bids men rise must also let them fall if they cannot maintain themselves. To choose the right man means the dismissal of the wrong. The weak, the incompetent, the untrained, the dissipated find no growing welcome in the century which is coming. It will have no place for unskilled laborers.

The Calling Of Dan Matthews--Harold Bell Wright
It was as though she had flung wide open the door to that sacred, inner chamber at which only the most intimate of her friends were privileged to knock. He had come into the field of her life in the most commonplace manner--through the natural incident of their meeting. He should have stopped there, or should have been halted by her. The hour should have been spent in conversation on such trivial and commonplace topics as usually occupy strangers upon such occasions, and they should have parted strangers still. She felt that after this exhibition of herself, as she termed it in her mind, she at least was no stranger to him.

The Campfire Girls at Camp Keewaydin--Hildegard G. Frey
A dozen new admirers flocked around her as she walked back to Gitchee-Gummee at the close of the Swimming hour, all begging to be allowed to sew up the tear in her bathing suit, or offering to lend her the prettiest of their bathing caps. What touched Agony most, however, was the pride which the Winnebagos took in her exploit.

The Canterbury Pilgrims
THE CANTERBURY PILGRIMS Being Chaucer's Canterbury Tales Retold for Children

The Captain's Doll
Down the road strayed the tourists like pilgrims, and at the closed end of the valley they could be seen, quite tiny, climbing the cut- out road that went up like a stairway. Just by their movements you perceived them. But on the valley-bed they went like rolling stones, little as stones. A very elegant mule came stepping by, following a middle-aged woman in tweeds and a tall, high-browed man in knickerbockers. The mule was drawing a very amusing little cart, a chair, rather like a round office-chair upholstered in red velvet, and mounted on two wheels.

The Case of Jennie Brice
He had not overheard any words, but their voices were quarrelsome, and once he heard a chair or some article of furniture overthrown. Was awakened about two by footsteps on the stairs, followed by the sound of oars in the lower hall. He told his story plainly and simply. Under cross-examination admitted that he was fond of detective stories and had tried to write one himself; that he had said at the store that he would like to see that 'conceited ass' swing, referring to the prisoner; that he had sent flowers to Jennie Brice at the theater, and had made a few advances to her, without success.

The Case of Richard Meynell--Mrs. Humphry Ward
'There is always need with Hester. Oh! don't suppose I have forgotten her! I have written to that fellow, my cousin. I went, indeed, to see him the day before yesterday, but the servants at Sandford declared he had gone to town, and they were packing up to follow. Lady Fox-Wilton and Miss Alice here have been keeping a close eye on Hester herself, I know; but if she chose, she could elude us all!'

The CASE of the 16 BEANS--Harry Stephen Keeler
'This,' interrupted the Sicilian in back of him coolly, and drilling even harder into Parradine's spine with that small hard object,' is a snatch, Parradine. No beat up, but a snatch. A hundred-grand snatch! And don't bother to set up any yodelling, because you know as well as me that there's two heavy doors--no, three--shutting this room off from even the floor where the elevator stops. Yeah, Parradine, it's a hundred-grand snatch, and with 6 people in it. So you see we mean business! All 6 of us. Just how that hundred grand is to be cut up ain't none of your concern. Excepting perhaps that it's your estate who's gonna kick in with it.'

The Case of the Scientific Murderer--Jacques Futrelle
Detective Mallory was an able man, the ablest, perhaps, in the bureau of criminal investigation, but a yellow primrose by the river's brim was to him a yellow primrose, nothing more. He lacked imagination, a common fault of that type of sleuth who combines, more or less happily, a number eleven shoe and a number six hat. The only vital thing he had to go on was the fact that Miss Danbury was dead--murdered, in some mysterious, uncanny way. Vampires were something like that, weren't they? He shuddered a little.

The Cavalier--George Washington Cable
All that warm afternoon we paid the tiresome penalty of having pushed our animals too smartly at the outset. We grew sedate; sedate were the brows of the few strangers we met. We talked in pairs. When I spoke with Miss Harper the four listened. She asked about the evils of camp life; for she was one of that fine sort to whom righteousness seems every man's and woman's daily business, one of the most practical items in the world's affairs. And I said camp life was fearfully corrupting; that the merest boys cursed and swore and stole, or else were scorned as weaklings.

The Cave That Swims on the Water--Paul L. Anderson
Each night, as Gur placed the bonds on her ankles and wrists, A-ta craftily set her muscles--a trick she had learned from Sar-no-m'rai--so that when she relaxed the thongs might fall slack and her hands and feet, slim and flexible, be drawn through, nor did Gur, dull of brain and slow of wit, but, trusting the bonds, and sleeping soundly, once notice the deception. But for all her care it was no simple matter to escape nightly from the cave, nor was it easy to force her tired limbs, worn and exhausted by the labor of the day, to struggle with the task she had set herself.

The Celtic Twilight--W. B. Yeats
She met the spirit a third time in the bogeen. She asked what kept it from its rest. The spirit said that its children must be taken from the workhouse, for none of its relations were ever there before, and that three masses were to be said for the repose of its soul. "If my husband does not believe you," she said, "show him that," and touched Mrs. Kelly's wrist with three fingers. The places where they touched swelled up and blackened. She then vanished. For a time Montgomery would not believe that his wife had appeared: "she would not show herself to Mrs. Kelly," he said--"she with respectable people to appear to."

The Centaur
'He is not a human being at all,' he continued with a queer thin whisper that conveyed a gravity of conviction singularly impressive, 'in the sense in which you and I are accustomed to use the term. His inner being is not shaped, as his outer body, upon quite--human lines. He is a Cosmic Being--a direct expression of cosmic life. A little bit, a fragment, of the Soul of the World, and in that sense a survival--a survival of her youth.' (slightly different version)

The Centralia Conspiracy--Ralph Chaplin
The raid of 1918 did not weaken the lumber workers' Union in Centralia. On the contrary it served to strengthen it. But not until more than a year had passed were the loggers able to establish a new headquarters. This hall was located next door to the Roderick Hotel on Tower Avenue, between Second and Third Streets. Hardly was this hall opened when threats were circulated by the Chamber of Commerce that it, like the previous one, was marked for destruction. The business element was lined up solid in denunciation of and opposition to the Union Hall and all that it stood for. But other anti-labor matters took up their attention and it was some time before the second raid was actually accomplished.

The Chalice of Ecstasy: Parzival--Frater Achad
The Qabalist will at once recognise the 'Path of Samech or Sagittarius the Archer on the `Tree of Life.'' This is the Path of the Arrow that cleaves the Rainbow, leading directly from Yesod--The Foundation--to Tiphareth the Sphere of the Sun, Beauty and Harmony, or the Human Heart wherein the Mysteries of the Rosy Cross and of the Holy Grail are first--if dimly-- perceived.

The Channings--Mrs. Henry Wood
'Yes, poor thing! for her story is a sad one. If the same grievous wrong were worked upon some of us, perhaps we might take to dancing for the benefit of the public. Talking of the public, Arthur,' continued Hamish, turning to his brother, 'what became of you at dinner-time? The mother was for setting the town-crier to work.'

The Children's Own Longfellow
Listen, my children, and you shall hear/ Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,/ On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;/ Hardly a man is now alive/ Who remembers that famous day and year.

The Chosen People--Charlotte Yonge
Full title: The Chosen People, A Compendium Of Sacred And Church History For School-Children

The Churches of Coventry--Frederick W. Woodhouse
The clearing away of galleries, the provision of new seating and the renewal of much window tracery have been the principal changes, the greatest loss being the destruction of the Corpus Christi Chapel. The nave is of moderate width and consists of only four bays, the eastern arches being narrower and made to abut against the tower after the manner of flying buttresses. The columns are clusters of four large filleted shafts separated by small ones while the bases are high and evidently meant to be seen above the benches. The caps are shallow and very simple, while the shafts of each pier reappear as part of the arch moulding.

The Cinema Murder
'The men were after her all the time,' the girl continued, reminiscently. 'Last place we were at, a dry goods store not far from here, the heads of the departments used to make her life fairly miserable. She held out, though, but what with fines, and one thing or another, they forced her to leave. So I did the same. We drifted apart then for a while. She got a job at an automobile place, and I was working at home. I remember the night she came to me--I was all alone. Pop had got a three-line part somewhere and was bragging about it at all the bars in Broadway. Stella came in quite suddenly and almost out of breath.

The Claim Jumpers
'Not a bit! The rain dries quickly in the hills, and the cloud-burst only came into this gulch. I have here,' she went on, twisting around in her saddle to inspect a large bundle and a pair of well-stuffed saddle bags, 'I have here a coffee pot, a frying pan, a little kettle, two tin cups, and various sorts of grub. I am fixed for a scout sure. Now when we get near your camp you must run up and get an axe and some matches.'

THE COMEDY OF THE MASK
An Anonymous 19th Century Play, Translated and Adapted from the French by Frank J. Morlock

The Compleat Cook--Nath. Brook
Expertly Prescribing The Most Ready Wayes, Whether Italian, Spanish Or French, For Dressing Of Flesh And Fish, Ordering Of Sauces Or Making Of Pastry

The Comrade In White--W. H. Leathem
It was the next day that things got lively on this bit of the front. Our big guns roared from sunrise to sunset, and began again in the morning. At noon we got word to take the trenches in front of us. They were two hundred yards away, and we weren't well started till we knew that the big guns had failed in their work of preparation. It needed a stout heart to go on, but not a man wavered. We had advanced one hundred and fifty yards when we found it was no good.

THE CONFIDENT CUCKOLDS
A Parade By Thomas Gueulette, Translated and adapted by Frank J. Morlock

The Conquest of Fear--Basil King
Look at the people you run up against in the course of a few hours. Everyone is living or working in fear. The mother is afraid for her children. The father is afraid for his business. The clerk is afraid for his job. The worker is afraid of his boss or his competitor. There is hardly a man who is not afraid that some other man will do him a bad turn. There is hardly a woman who is not afraid that things she craves may be denied her, or that what she loves may be snatched away. There is not a home or an office or a factory or a school or a church in which some hang-dog apprehension is not eating at the hearts of the men, women, and children who go in and out.

The Constitution of the United States--James M. Beck
While this notable group of men contained a few merchants, financiers, farmers, doctors, educators, and soldiers, of the remainder, at least thirty-one were lawyers, and of these many had been justices of the local courts and executive officers of the commonwealths. Four had studied in the Inner Temple, at least five in the Middle Temple, one at Oxford under the tuition of Blackstone and two in Scottish Universities.

The Correspondence Of Carlyle And Emerson
Many of the early ones are occupied with the question of the republication of Carlyle's writings in America. Emerson took upon himself to present 'Sartor Resartus' and some of it's successors to the American public, and he constantly reports to the author upon the progress of this enterprise. He transmits a great many booksellers' accounts as well as a considerable number of bills of exchange, and among the American publishers is a most faithful and zealous representative of his friend. Some of these details, which are very numerous, are tedious; but they are interesting at the same time, and Mr. Norton bas done well to print them all.

The Coryston Family--Mrs. Humphry Ward
For she had come down to find the whole neighborhood in a ferment, and many pleasant illusions, in the shelter of which she had walked for years, both before and since her husband's death, questioned, at least, and cracking, if not shattered. That the Corystons were model landlords, that they enjoyed a feudal popularity among their tenants and laborers, was for Lady Coryston one of the axioms on which life was based. She despised people who starved their estates, let their repairs go, and squeezed the last farthing out of their tenants. Nor had she any sympathy with people who owned insanitary cottages. It had been her fond belief that she at least possessed none.

The Court of the Empress Josephine--Imbert de Saint-Amand
The court moved as smoothly as a well-drilled regiment. Napoleon would have shown no mercy to the slightest disregard of the rules he had himself drawn up after long meditation. The courtiers were expected to be as familiar with the code of etiquette as were the officers with the manual of arms. The Emperor noticed the minutest details, busied himself with everything, saw everything. There had been much more latitude at court under the old monarchy, and those of the old regime who entered the Emperor's court were soon wearied by the inflexible severity of its discipline. The court, moreover, was very splendid. The Faubourg Saint Germain brought to it its politeness and conversational charm. For his part, Napoleon speedily assumed the manners of a European sovereign, while preserving his martial character.

The Creative Process in the Individual--Thomas Troward
Then comes the question, What should logically be the denouement of the progression we have been considering? Let us briefly recapitulate the steps of the series. Universal Spirit by Self-contemplation evolves Universal Substance. From this it produces cosmic creation as the expression of itself as functioning in Space and Time. Then from this initial movement it proceeds to more highly specialized modes of Self-contemplation in a continually ascending scale, for the simple reason that self-contemplation admits of no limits and therefore each stage of self-recognition cannot be other than the starting-point for a still more advanced mode of self-contemplation, and so on ad infinitum.

The Creature from Beyond Infinity--Henry Kuttner
'You must remain here,' Theron stated. 'How many of us survived the voyage from Kyria? You must wait, Ardath, even a million years if it is necessary. Our stasis ray kept us in suspended animation while we came across space. Take the ship beyond the atmosphere. Adjust it to a regular orbit, like a second satellite around this world. (Text is in public domain... see others by this author!)

The Crimson Blind--Fred M. White
David Steel followed his guide with the feelings of the man who has given himself over to circumstances. There was a savour of nightmare about the whole thing that appealed distinctly to his imagination. The darkness, the strange situation, the vivid streaks of the crimson blinds--the crimson blind that seemed an integral part of the mystery--all served to stimulate him. The tragic note was deepened by the whine and howling of the dogs.

The Cruise of the Dazzler
He could no longer blind himself to the facts. His mind was in a whirl of apprehension. If he had done wrong, he reasoned, he had done it through ignorance; and he did not feel shame for the past so much as he did fear for the future. His companions were thieves and robbers--the bay pirates, of whose wild deeds he had heard vague tales. And here he was, right in the midst of them, already possessing information which could send them to State's prison. This very fact, he knew, would force them to keep a sharp watch upon him and so lessen his chances of escape. But escape he would, at the very first opportunity.

The Cruise of the Dry Dock--T. S. Stribling
In the ghostly light the foundering vessel gave a strange impression of clinging desperately to her life. She seemed striving to remain upright. Her hissing and sucking might have been a living gasp for breath. Very slowly she rolled over, and came the noise of many waters cascading down over her upflung keel. Her masts crashed, yards broke, rigging popped in the wildest confusion as they dashed into the sea. Great phosphorescent waves dashed through the prone rigging and over the hull in liquid fire.

The Custom of the Country
In the quiet place with the green water-fall Ralph's vision might have kept faith with him; but how could he hope to surprise it in the midsummer crowds of St. Moritz? Undine, at any rate, had found there what she wanted; and when he was at her side, and her radiant smile included him, every other question was in abeyance. But there were hours of solitary striding over bare grassy slopes, face to face with the ironic interrogation of sky and mountains, when his anxieties came back, more persistent and importunate. Sometimes they took the form of merely material difficulties.

The Czar's Spy
Another very curious feature in the affair was the sudden manner in which Michael Boranski had exerted his power and influence in order to render me that service. He had actually bribed the guards of Kajana; he had instructed the faithful Felix, he had provided our boat, and he had ordered the nun to open the water-gate to me. Why?

The Daft-days
From naked groves nae birdie sings,/ To shepherd's pipe nae hillock rings,/ The breeze nae od'rous flavour brings/ From Borean cave,/ And dwyning nature droops her wings,/ Wi' visage grave.

The Damned
And instinctively, once alone, I made for the places where she had painted her extraordinary pictures; I tried to see what she had seen. Perhaps, now that she had opened my mind to another view, I should be sensitive to some similar interpretation--and possibly by way of literary expression. If I were to write about the place, I asked myself, how should I treat it? I deliberately invited an interpretation in the way that came easiest to me--writing.

The Danger Trail
'That's what I'm doing, M'seur--helping Meleese. I would have done her a greater service if I had killed you back there on the trail and stripped your body for those things that would be foul enough to eat it. I have told you a dozen times that it is God's justice that you die. And you are going to die--very soon, M'seur.'

The Dare Boys of 1776--Stephen Angus Cox
'Here,' replied a hoarse voice. 'We are right at hand, Dick Dare, and glad to welcome you. Your brother has told us about you, and we have been hoping you would succeed in freeing us, though we feared you might not be able to do so. But you seem to have succeeded, thank God! I am Joseph Boswick,' he continued, 'one of the spies sent down here by General Washington to secure information regarding the British. There are three more spies, and seven patriot soldiers and all of us are eager to get out of this terrible hole, as you may well believe.'

The Delights of Wisdom Pertaining to Conjugial Love--Emanuel Swedenborg
After observing these things, the angel led his companions through various winding paths, till he brought them at length to a most beautiful grove of roses, surrounded by olive, orange, and citron trees. Here they found many persons sitting in a disconsolate posture, with their heads reclined on their hands, and exhibiting all the signs of sorrow and discontent. The companions of the angel accosted them, and inquired into the cause of their grief.

The Devil's Admiral--Frederick Ferdinand Moore
'That will do,' commanded Riggs. 'You have not been tried yet, Mr. Trenholm. You can tell all that to the judge. If you go on this way I will be compelled to make a prisoner of you. I am not taking that red chap's word for what he says about you, but if you go on like this I will have to put you in confinement. Otherwise, you will simply be restricted to your cabin until we reach Hong-Kong. I will have to make sure that you have no more arms, and if you will promise to remain in your room, that will do until this matter is turned over to the courts, and then you may state your case.'

The Devil's Race Track--Cyril Plunkett
I gnawed my lip and tried to figure the thing out. If the Hideaway did mean something, then amazingly so did Olga's interest in me. To discover what I--the police-- had known about the disappearance of those ten girls? It fitted all right, but it still didn't make sense. Because why in heaven's name would Olga, the Hideaway, want ten girls, anyway, if no ransom was involved?

The Diary of a Superfluous Man and Other Stories
Something extraordinary took place within me at that instant; I, as it were, twitched all over, and would have refused, but got up and went along. The prince conducted me to Liza.... She did not even look at me; the daughter of the house shook her head in refusal, the prince turned to me, and, probably incited by the goose-like expression of my face, made me a deep bow. This sarcastic bow, this refusal, transmitted to me through my triumphant rival, his careless smile, Liza's indifferent inattention, all this lashed me to frenzy.... I moved up to the prince and whispered furiously, 'You think fit to laugh at me, it seems?'

The Discovery Of The Great West
Full title: France and England in North America, a Series of Historical Narratives, Part Third, The Discovery Of The Great West

The Discovery of Yellowstone Park--Nathaniel Pitt Langford
Along the trail, after leaving Fort Ellis, we found large quantities of the 'service' berry, called by the Snake Indians 'Tee-amp.' Our ascent of the Belt range was somewhat irregular, leading us up several sharp acclivities, until we attained at the summit an elevation of nearly two thousand feet above the valley we had left. The scene from this point is excelled in grandeur only by extent and variety. An amphitheatre of mountains 200 miles in circumference, enclosing a valley nearly as large as the State of Rhode Island, with all its details of pinnacle, peak, dome, rock and river, is comprehended at a glance.

The Dog Crusoe and His Master
The noble Newfoundland did not require to be told what to do. It seems a natural instinct in this sagacious species of dog to save man or beast that chances to be struggling in the water, and many are the authentic stories related of Newfoundland dogs saving life in cases of shipwreck. Indeed, they are regularly trained to the work in some countries; and nobly, fearlessly, disinterestedly do they discharge their trust, often in the midst of appalling dangers. Crusoe sprang from the bank with such impetus that his broad chest ploughed up the water like the bow of a boat, and the energetic workings of his muscles were indicated by the force of each successive propulsion as he shot ahead.

The Dog--William Youatt
I dashed a basin of cold water in his face, and he dropped as if he had been shot. He lay motionless nearly a minute, and then began to struggle and to bark; another cup of water was dashed in his face, and he lay quite motionless during two minutes or more. In the mean time I had got a grain each of calomel and tartar emetic, which I put on his tongue, and washed it down with a little water. He began to recover, and again began to yelp, although much softer; but, in about a quarter of an hour, sickness commenced, and he ceased his noise.

The Dolorous Passion of Our Lord Jesus Christ--Anna Catherine Emmerich
The chalice which the Apostles brought from Veronica's house was wonderful and mysterious in its appearance. It had been kept a long time in the Temple among other precious objects of great antiquity, the use and origin of which had been forgotten. The same has been in some degree the case in the Christian Church, where many consecrated jewels have been forgotten and fallen into disuse with time. Ancient vases and jewels, buried beneath the Temple, had often been dug up, sold, or reset. Thus it was that, by God's permission, this holy vessel, which none had ever been able to melt down on account of its being made of some unknown material, and which had been found by the priests in the treasury of the Temple among other objects no longer made use of, had been sold to some antiquaries.

The Double Traitor
'It is an easy task,' Selingman declared. 'This young man is your slave. Whatever your daily business may be here, some part of your time, I imagine, will be spent in his company. Let me know what manner of man he is. Is this innate corruptness which brings him so easily to the bait, or is it the stinging smart of injustice from which he may well be suffering? Or, failing these, has he dared to set his wits against mine, to play the double traitor? If even a suspicion of this should come to you, there must be an end of Mr. Francis Norgate.'

The Dozen from Lakerim--Rupert Hughes
Sleepy was the only one that did not want to go, and he insisted that he had learned all that was necessary for his purpose in life; that he simply could not endure the thought of laboring over books any longer. But just as the Dozen had resigned themselves to losing the companionship of Sleepy (he was a good man to crack jokes about, if for no other reason), Sleepy's parents announced to him that his decision was not final, and that, whether or not he wanted to go, go he should. And then there were eight.

The Dream--Emile Zola
When she held her in her arms pressed against her breast, she felt that she was trembling. She almost seemed to avoid her usual evening kiss. Looking anxiously in her face, Hubertine read in her eyes the feverish expectation connected with the hoped-for meeting. It was all so evident to her that she promised herself to keep a close watch.

THE DRESSING GOWN--BY CARMONTELLE
Note: Translated and adapted by FRANK J. MORLOCK

The Eagle's Shadow--James Branch Cabell
The day was clear as a new-minted coin. It was not yet wholly aired, not wholly free from the damp savour of night, but low in the east the sun was taking heart. A mile-long shadow footed it with Billy Woods in his pacings through the amber-chequered gardens. Actaeon-like, he surprised the world at its toilet, and its fleeting grace somewhat fortified his spirits.

The Education Of The Negro Prior To 1861--Carter Godwin Woodson
The Education of the Negro Prior to 1861 A History of the Education of the Colored People of the United States from the Beginning of Slavery to the Civil War

The Einstein Theory of Relativity--H.A. Lorentz
The Einstein Theory of Relativity A Concise Statement by Prof. H.A. Lorentz of the University of Leyden

The Elect Lady--George MacDonald
'Perhaps the hour may come, ma'am, when I shall be able to pray with my fellow-men, even though the words they use seem addressed to a tyrant, not to the Father of Jesus Christ. But at present I can not. I might endure to hear Mr. Smith say evil things concerning God, but the evil things he says to God make me quite unable to pray, and I feel like a hypocrite!'

The Elegies of Tibullus
O what a ploughman I could be! / How deep the furrows I would trace, / If while I toiled, I might but see / My mistress' smiling face!

The Elson Readers, Book 5
So Ali Baba went into the kitchen, and desired Morgiana not to put any salt in the meat she was going to serve for supper, and also to prepare two or three dishes of those that he had ordered, without any salt. Morgiana obeyed, though much against her will; and she felt some curiosity to see this man who did not eat salt. When she had finished, and Abdalla had prepared the table, she helped him in carrying the dishes. On looking at Cogia Houssam, she instantly recognized the Captain of the robbers, in spite of his disguise; and looking at him more closely, she saw that he had a dagger hidden under his dress.

The End of Her Honeymoon--Marie Belloc Lowndes
'All the world was let into the secret,' said the Prefect regretfully, 'for the family had confided, from the first, in the Press. They thought--what did they not think, poor, foolish people? Among other things they actually believed that the Count had been murdered for political reasons. But no, the explanation was far more simple. That high-minded man, that Christian gentleman, this father of charming children whom he apparently adored, had gone off under a false name, leaving everything that was dear to him, including his large fortune, to throw in his lot with the governess!'

The Epic--Lascelles Abercrombie
The prime material of the epic poet, then, must be real and not invented. But when the story of the poem is safely concerned with some reality, he can, of course, graft on this as much appropriate invention as he pleases; it will be one of his ways of elaborating his main, unifying purpose--and to call it 'unifying' is to assume that, however brilliant his surrounding invention may be, the purpose will always be firmly implicit in the central subject. Some of the early epics manage to do without any conspicuous added invention designed to extend what the main subject intends; but such nobly simple, forthright narrative as Beowulf and the Song of Roland would not do for a purpose slightly more subtle than what the makers of these ringing poems had in mind.

The Essays Of Arthur Schopenhauer
ON HUMAN NATURE

The Essays of Arthur Schopenhauer
Religion, A Dialogue, Etc.

The Essays Of Arthur Schopenhauer: The Wisdom of Life
It is difficult, if not impossible, to define the limits which reason should impose on the desire for wealth; for there is no absolute or definite amount of wealth which will satisfy a man. The amount is always relative, that is to say, just so much as will maintain the proportion between what he wants and what he gets; for to measure a man's happiness only by what he gets, and not also by what he expects to get, is as futile as to try and express a fraction which shall have a numerator but no denominator. A man never feels the loss of things which it never occurs to him to ask for; he is just as happy without them

The Essays of Arthur Schopenhauer; Studies in Pessimism
But all this contributes to increase the measures of suffering in human life out of all proportion to its pleasures; and the pains of life are made much worse for man by the fact that death is something very real to him. The brute flies from death instinctively without really knowing what it is, and therefore without ever contemplating it in the way natural to a man, who has this prospect always before his eyes. So that even if only a few brutes die a natural death, and most of them live only just long enough to transmit their species, and then, if not earlier, become the prey of some other animal

The Essays of Arthur Schopenhauer; The Art of Controversy
Speech and the communication of thought, which, in their mutual relations, are always attended by a slight impulse on the part of the will, are almost a physical necessity. Sometimes, however, the lower animals entertain me much more than the average man. For, in the first place, what can such a man say? It is only conceptions, that is, the driest of ideas, that can be communicated by means of words; and what sort of conceptions has the average man to communicate, if he does not merely tell a story or give a report, neither of which makes conversation?

The Eulogies of Howard--William Hayley
I could not be checked by any fear of overstepping the modesty of Truth in the celebration of Virtue, so solid and so extensive, that the malevolence of Envy could not diminish its weight, the fondness of Enthusiasm could not amplify its effects. But I must not forget that there are professional limits to my discourse. It is incumbent on me to confine myself to a single object, and to dwell only on those public services, that peculiarly endear the name of Howard to the liberal and enlightened community in which I have the honour to preside.

The European Anarchy--G. Lowes Dickinson
Having thus examined the atmosphere of opinion in which the German Government moved, let us proceed to consider the actual course of their policy during the critical years, fifteen or so, that preceded the war. The policy admittedly and openly was one of 'expansion.' But 'expansion' where? It seems to be rather widely supposed that Germany was preparing war in order to annex territory in Europe. The contempt of German imperialists, from Treitschke onward, for the rights of small States, the racial theories which included in 'German' territory Holland, Belgium, Switzerland, and the Scandinavian countries, may seem to give colour to this idea.

The Everlasting Whisper--Jackson Gregory
He went grimly about his fire-making, fixed purpose crystallizing to the smallest detail. Again he must seek immediately to locate his horse; one could eat horseflesh if driven to it. He must try to get game of some sort. And every lost hour meant lessened chances of his killing forest meat; deer and bear and the smaller folk, if they had been caught napping, would be scurrying out of the mountains long before now; soon the solitudes would be utterly barren and empty. He went to Gloria's bed.

The Evil Guest
Had he narrowly scrutinised the countenance of the fair Frenchwoman, as she glanced at the direction of that which he had just placed in her hand, he might have seen certain transient, but very unmistakable evidences of excitement and agitation. She quickly concealed the letter, however, and with a sigh, the momentary flush which it had called to her cheek subsided, and she was tranquil as usual.

The Existence of God--Francois de Salignac de La Mothe-Fenelon
If a man had before his eyes a fine picture, representing, for example, the passage of the Red Sea, with Moses, at whose voice the waters divide themselves, and rise like two walls to let the Israelites pass dryfoot through the deep, he would see, on the one side, that innumerable multitude of people, full of confidence and joy, lifting up their hands to heaven; and perceive, on the other side, King Pharaoh with the Egyptians frighted and confounded at the sight of the waves that join again to swallow them up.

The Experiences of Loveday Brooke, Lady Detective--Catherine Louisa Pirkis
''A cheque, the property of the Rev. Charles Turner, Vicar of East Downes, has been stolen under somewhat peculiar circumstances. It appears that the Rev. gentleman was suddenly called from home by the death of a relative, and thinking he might possibly be away some little time, he left with his wife four blank cheques, signed, for her to fill in as required. They were made payable to self or bearer, and were drawn on the West Sussex Bank. Mrs. Turner, when first questioned on the matter, stated that as soon as her husband had departed, she locked up these cheques in her writing desk.

The Exploits Of Brigadier Gerard--Arthur Conan Doyle
'Tut, you speak as if an army could charge in and charge out again like your regiment of hussars. If Soult were here with thirty thousand men--but he will not come. I sent for you, however, Colonel Gerard, to say that I have a very singular and important expedition which I intend to place under your direction.'

The Explorers of Australia and their Life-work--Ernest Favenc
Rumours of a mysterious river called the Kindur, which was said, on no better authority than a runaway convict's, to pursue a north-west course through Australia, now began to be noised about. This convict, whose name was Clarke, but who was generally known as the Barber, said that he had taken to the bush in the neighbourhood of the Liverpool Plains, and had followed down a river which the natives called the Gnamoi. He crossed it and came next to the Kindur. This he followed down for four hundred miles before he came upon the junction of the two.

The Extant Odes of Pindar
For thee, Agesias, is that praise prepared which justly and openly Adrastos spake of old concerning the seer Amphiaraos the son of Oikleus, when the earth had swallowed him and his shining steeds. For afterward, when on seven pyres dead men were burnt, the son[2] of Talaos spake on this wise: 'I seek the eye of my host, him who was alike a good seer and a good fighter with the spear.'

The Fairy Godmothers and Other Tales--Mrs. Alfred Gatty
'Remember,' said Ambrosia, from behind, 'it is a choice with poor mortals between heavy foot-walking, and the lumbering vehicles you talk of. Perhaps when their legs ache terribly, the carriages are not such bad things. We can hardly judge dispassionately in such a matter, we who can float and fly!' and the delicate Ambrosia, springing up, floated softly round the bay, and then returned smiling to her companions. 'It made me almost ill to think of aching legs,' observed she, 'how I do pity the mortal race!'

The False Faces--Louis Joseph Vance
Lanyard's hand shot swiftly out, capturing the automatic on the table. With rapid and sure gestures he extracted and pocketed the clip, drew back the breech, ejecting into his palm the one shell in the barrel, and replaced the weapon, all before the Prussian gave over his insane efforts to resurrect the dead.

THE FARCE OF THE TWINS
An Anonymous 19th Century Play, Translated and Adapted from the French by Frank J. Morlock

The Farmer's Boy--Robert Bloomfield
THE FARMER'S life displays in every part/ A moral lesson to the sensual heart./ Though in the lap of Plenty, thoughtful still,/ He looks beyond the present good or ill;/ Nor estimates alone one blessing's worth,/ From changeful seasons, or capricious earth;/ But views the future with the present hours,/

The Farmer's Ingle
The couthy cracks begin whan supper's o'er,/ The cheering bicker gars them glibly gash/ O' simmer's showery blinks and winters sour,/ Whase floods did erst their mailins produce hash:/ 'Bout kirk and market eke their tales gae on,

The Father of British Canada: A Chronicle of Carleton--William Wood
On the 19th of May another disaster happened, this time above Montreal. The Congress had not felt strong enough to attack the western posts. So Captain Forster of the 8th Foot, finding that he was free to go elsewhere, had come down from Oswegatchie (the modern Ogdensburg) with a hundred whites and two hundred Indians and made prisoners of four hundred and thirty Americans at the Cedars, about thirty miles up the St Lawrence from Montreal. Forster was a very good officer. Butterfield, the American commander, was a very bad one. And that made all the difference.

The Fern Lover's Companion--George Henry Tilton
Fronds pinnate, lanceolate, slightly or not at all narrowed at the base. Pinnae horizontal or slightly recurved, linear-lanceolate and deeply pinnatifid. Lobes obtuse, but appear acute when their margins are reflexed over the sori. Veins once forked. Indusium minute. Stipes tall, lifting the blades ten to fifteen inches above the mud, whence they spring.

The Fight For Conservation--Gifford Pinchot
The most valuable citizen of this or any other country is the man who owns the land from which he makes his living. No other man has such a stake in the country. No other man lends such steadiness and stability to our national life. Therefore no other question concerns us more intimately than the question of homes. Permanent homes for ourselves, our children, and our Nation--this is a central problem. The policy of national irrigation is of value to the United States in very many ways, but the greatest of all is this, that national irrigation multiplies the men who own the land from which they make their living.

The Finding of the Graiken
Just at the going down of the sun, I saw another; she was nearer, and still possessed two of her masts, which stuck up bare and desolate into the darkening sky. She could not have been more than a quarter of a mile in from the edge of the weed. As we passed her I craned out my head through the port to stare at her. As I stared the dusk grew out of the abyss of the air, and she faded presently from sight into the surrounding loneliness.

The Fire Within--Patricia Wentworth
And then all at once they were in the dark together, for the moon went out suddenly like a blown candle. She had dropped into a bank of clouds that rose from the clouding west. The wind blew a little chill, and as suddenly as the light had gone, David, too, was gone. One moment, so near--touching her in the darkness--and the next, gone--gone noiselessly, leaving her shaking, quivering.

The Flight of the Shadow--George MacDonald
Softly the moon rose, round and full. There was still so much light in the sky that she made no sudden change, and for a moment I did not feel her presence or look up. In front of me, the high ground of the moor sank into a hollow, deeply indenting the horizon-line: the moon was rising just in the gap, and when I did look up, the lower edge of her disc was just clear of the earth, and the head of a man looking over the fence was in the middle of the great moon. It was like the head of a saint in a missal, girt with a halo of solid gold.

The Flood
The waters lifted up the ark,/ Majestic it did ride/ Above the swelling, surging waves,/ Along the rolling tide.

The Folk-lore of Plants--T. F. Thiselton-Dyer
Firstly, to dream of white flowers has been supposed to prognosticate death; with which may be compared the popular belief that 'if a white rosebush puts forth unexpectedly, it is a sign of death to the nearest house;' dream-omens in many cases reflecting the superstitions of daily life. In Scotch ballads the birch is associated with the dead, an illustration of which we find in the subjoined lines:

The Foolish Lovers--St. John G. Ervine
TO MY MOTHER who asked me to write a story without any 'Bad words' in it; and TO MRS. J. O. HANNAY who asked me to write a story without any 'Sex' in it. (Ervine was an Irish playwright).

The Forest
Nothing is more fantastically unreal to tell about, nothing more concretely real to experience, than this undernote of the quick water. And when you do lie awake at night, it is always making its unobtrusive appeal. Gradually its hypnotic spell works. The distant chimes ring louder and nearer as you cross the borderland of sleep. And then outside the tent some little woods noise snaps the thread. An owl hoots, a whippoorwill cries, a twig cracks beneath the cautious prowl of some night creature--at once the yellow sunlit French meadows puff away--you are staring at the blurred image of the moon spraying through the texture of your tent.

The Forest Lovers--Maurice Hewlett
Prosper le Gai--all Morgraunt before him--rose from his bed before the Countess had turned in hers; and long before the Abbot could get alone with Dom Galors he was sighing for his breakfast. He had, indeed, seen the dawn come in, caught the first shiver of the trees, the first tentative chirp of the birds, watched the slow filling of the shadowy pools and creeks with the grey tide of light. From brake to brake he struggled, out of the shade into the dark, thence into what seemed a broad lake of daylight. He met no living thing; or ever the sun kissed the tree-tops he was hungry.

The Forest Monster of Oz--Bob Evans and Chris Dulabone
Meanwhile, word of the monster's plans for Tiger had reached Elephant and Tweaty and Nibbles via Hootsey and Lisa. The trio had been showing Ozma the cast of the giant footprint when the owls flew in with the news. Ozma was astounded that such a beast could live in her domain without her being aware of it. And indeed, the beast had kept a fairly low profile until recently. But it was quite obvious that a power struggle was now going on. The beast was gradually finding out that he could grow larger and stronger at the expense of others and would no doubt not be satisfied until he was so large and powerful that every living creature would be under his domain.

The Forest Monster of Oz--Bob Evans, et al
Note: Copyright (C) 2003 Bob Evans and Chris Dulabone; A hard copy of this book is available at: http://members.aol.com/LionCoward/home.html Also available is the sequel: 'The Magic Topaz of Oz'

The Former Philippines thru Foreign Eyes
Fedor Jagor; Tomas de Comyn; Chas. Wilkes; Rudolf Virchow-- Edited by Austin Craig

The Fortunate Foundlings--Eliza Fowler Haywood
The Fortunate Foundlings Being the Genuine History of Colonel M----Rs, And His Sister, Madam Du P----Y, The Issue Of The Hon. Ch----Es M----Rs, Son Of The Late Duke Of R---- L----D. Containing Many Wonderful Accidents That Befel Them in Their Travels, and Interspersed with the Characters and Adventures of Several Persons of Condition, In The Most Polite Courts Of Europe. The Whole Calculated for the Entertainment and Improvement of the Youth of Both Sexes

The Fortune Hunter--Louis Joseph Vance
He found Blinky nosing round the room, quite alone. Betty had disappeared, and the old scoundrel was having quite an enjoyable time poking into matters that did not concern him and disapproving of them on general principles. So far as the improvements concerned old Sam Graham's fortunes, Blinky would concede no health in them. But with regard to Duncan there was another story to tell: Duncan apparently controlled money, to some vague extent.

The Four Faces--William le Queux
The man had been done to death in a peculiarly horrible manner. He had been hit upon the back of the head with some heavy implement--probably a 'jemmy' the police said when the wound, with the wounds upon the forehead, had been examined beneath a microscope. The theory they held was that some person had crept up unheard behind the victim--as this could easily have been done with snow so thick upon the ground--stunned him with a blow upon the back of the head, and then despatched him outright by blows upon the forehead.

The Fox
She took her gun again and went to look for the fox. For he had lifted his eyes upon her, and his knowing look seemed to have entered her brain. She did not so much think of him: she was possessed by him. She saw his dark, shrewd, unabashed eye looking into her, knowing her. She felt him invisibly master her spirit. She knew the way he lowered his chin as he looked up, she knew his muzzle, the golden brown, and the greyish white. And again she saw him glance over his shoulder at her, half inviting, half contemptuous and cunning.

THE FRAGMENTS OF ARTEMIRA--Voltaire
Translated and adapted by Frank J. Morlock

The Frogs
Note: TRANSLATIONS BY E D A MORSHEAD E H PLUMPTRE GILBERT MURRAY AND B B ROGERS

The Fugitives
The Fugitives: or, The Tyrant Queen of Madagascar

The Further Adventures of Doctor Syn
Doctor Syn, meeting the brothers at dinner, jocularly suggested that the Admiral should employ the Scarecrow to catch the privateer, affirming that his mysterious and notorious parishioner, having never yet lost a smuggling lugger, must possess something of a nautical genius. 'In fact, set a thief to catch a thief, my dear Admiral,' he laughed.

The Further Adventures of Jimmie Dale
He lay back on the bunk that Foo Sen had ingratiatingly allotted him. The air was close, heavy with the sweet, sickish smell of opium, and full of low, strange sounds and noises. And these sounds, in their composite sense, emanating from unseen sources, were as the ominous and sinister evidence of some foul and grotesque presence; analysed, they resolved themselves into the swish of hangings, the swish of slippered, shuffling feet, the stertorous breathing of a sleeper, the clink of coin as of men at play, the tinkle of glass, the murmur of voices, the restive stir of reclining bodies, whisperings.

The Garden of Bright Waters
Subtitled: One Hundred and Twenty Asiatic Love Poems, Translated by Edward Powys Mathers

The Garies and Their Friends--Frank J. Webb
Mrs. Garie had determined not to be sea-sick upon any account whatever, being fully persuaded she could brave the ocean with impunity, and was, accordingly, very brisk and blithe-looking, as she walked up and down upon the deck of the vessel. In the course of a few hours they sailed out of the harbour, and were soon in the open sea. She began to find out how mistaken she had been, as unmistakable symptoms convinced her of the vanity of all human calculations. 'Why, you are not going to be ill, Em, after all your valiant declarations!' exclaimed Mr. Garie, supporting her unsteady steps, as they paced to and fro.

The Gentleman From Indiana
The mob was carefully organized. They had taken their time and had prepared everything deliberately, knowing that nothing could stop them. No one had any thought of concealment; it was all as open as the light of day, all done in the broad sunshine. Nothing had been determined as to what was to be done at the Cross-Roads more definite than that the place was to be wiped out. That was comprehensive enough; the details were quite certain to occur. They were all on foot, marching in fairly regular ranks.

The Ghost of Charlotte Cray--By Florence Marryat
Mr Sigismund Braggett had no idea what he was going in for when he led the blushing Emily Primrose up to the altar, and swore to be hers, and hers only, until death should them part. He had no conception a woman s curiosity could be so keen, her tongue so long, and her inventive faculties so correct. He had spent whole days before the fatal moment of marriage in burning letters, erasing initials, destroying locks of hair, and making offerings of affection look as if he had purchased them with his own money.

The Ghost Ship--Richard Middleton
(and other stories)

The Giant of the North
The Giant of the North: or, Pokings Around the Pole

The Girl at Cobhurst
'Nonsense!' exclaimed the old lady. 'Young fellows--college men--go out on ranches in the West and do that sort of thing, and it lowers them in nobody's estimation. Let young Haverley call his farm a ranch and rough it. It would be the same thing. I've backed him up strongly. It's a manly choice of a manly life. As for his sister, she has been so long at school that it will do her more good to stop than to go on.'

The Girl Aviators' Motor Butterfly--Margaret Burnham
Speeding above fields and woodland the red messenger of pending disaster raced through the air. Five minutes after taking flight Jimsy espied a high red tower. Eight and one half minutes after the Dragon had shot aloft it fluttered to earth on the village street of Topman's Corners, amid an amazed group of citizens who had seen it approaching.

The Girl Aviators' Sky Cruise--Margaret Burnham
When it is explained that during the time elapsing between his lucky lift in the Prescott machine and the reception of the note, that Lieut. Bradbury had notified Roy that he would be expected to report at the Brooklyn Navy Yard, his feelings on learning that there was suspicion directed against his young protege, may be imagined. Mortlake, too, had received a notice that his machines were eligible for a test, so that there would have seemed to be no object for his acting treacherously.

The Girl's Cabinet of Instructive and Moral Stories--Uncle Philip
She was what is called a vain girl. You all know what a vain girl is. A vain girl, is one who attends more to her dress and toilet, than to her books. Kate's father was going to New York some time before Christmas--he told the girls, that if they were good, kind and obedient while he was gone, he would bring them each a pretty Album. They all promised to do just as their mother should wish. The father went to New York and returned. The day after his return they reminded him of his promise.

The Golden Calf--M.E. Braddon
And now came for that household at Wimperfield a period of agonising trouble and fear. The boy's illness developed into an acute attack of rheumatic fever, and for three dreadful days and nights his life trembled in the balance. Not once did Ida enter her husband's room during that awful period of fear. She could not steel herself to look upon the man whose sin, or whose folly, had brought this evil on her beloved one. 'My murdered boy,' she kept repeating to herself. Even on her knees, when she tried to pray, humbly and meekly appealing to the Fountain of mercy and grace--even then, while she knelt with bowed head and folded hands, those awful words flashed into her mind. Her murdered boy.

The Golden Dream
On the day after the squall, as Ned and the captain were standing on the shore regarding their late floating, and now grounded, home in sad silence, a long-legged, lantern-jawed man, in dirty canvas trousers, long boots, a rough coat, and broad straw hat, with an enormous cigar in his mouth, and both hands in his trousers-pockets, walked up and accosted them. It did not require a second glance to know that he was a Yankee.

The Golden Ghoul--Brant House
"Secret Agent 'X's' far-flung crime-crushing organization brought him whisperings of a fiend who meted out a death worse than death--a monster who called himself the Ghoul. For this Ghoul made men living prisoners in an amber-colored shroud of their own dead flesh. And even Secret Agent 'X,' the man of a thousand disguises, a thousand surprises, was checkmated when he pried into the Ghoul's palace"

The Golden Legend--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Gottlieb. It is decided! For many days,/ And nights as many, we have had/ A nameless terror in our breast,/ Making us timid, and afraid/ Of God, and his mysterious ways!/ We have been sorrowful and sad;

The Good Resolution
Isabella turned to her mother, and large tears rolled down her cheeks as she said, 'Mother, I feel the truth of what you say; I feel that I have been an ungrateful child; I have neglected my duty to you, to my father, sister, brothers, and friends; and I now see, for the first time, how greatly I have been offending God. From him I will first seek forgiveness, through the atonement of Christ, and before him I will make a solemn resolution to try, from this day, to subdue my sinful temper.

The Gospel of the Pentateuch--Charles Kingsley
It was a mountain land, a land of hills and valleys, and drank water of the rain of heaven; a land of fountains of water, which required to be fed continually by the rain. In that hot climate it depended entirely on God's providence from week to week whether a crop could grow.

The Gospels in the Second Century--William Sanday
An Examination of the Critical Part of a Work Entitled 'Supernatural Religion'

The Governors
'Your uncle,' he said, 'and three or four of us whom you met last night, are engaged just now in a very important undertaking. I cannot explain it to you, but it involves a great many millions of dollars, more than we could any of us afford to lose, although, as you know, we are none of us poor men. Now we can carry this thing right through without bothering your uncle, and make a success of it, but there is just one thing we must have, and that is a paper which he has locked away in his study, and which is a sort of key to the situation.

The Gracchi Marius and Sulla--A.H. Beesley
General expectation would have pointed to Scipio Aemilianus, the conqueror of Numantia and Carthage, and the foremost man at Rome. He was well-meaning and more than ordinarily able, strict and austere as a general, and as a citizen uniting Greek culture with the old Roman simplicity of life. He was full of scorn of the rabble, and did not scruple to express it. 'Silence,' he cried, when he was hissed for what he said about his brother-in-law's death, 'you step-children of Italy!' and when this enraged them still more, he went on: 'Do you think I shall fear you whom I brought to Italy in fetters now that you are loose?'

The Grafters--Francis Lynde
For the moment while the train was hammering in over the switches they stood facing each other fiercely, all masks flung aside, each after his kind; the younger man flushed and battle-mad; the elder white, haggard, tremulous. Kent did not guess, then or ever, how near he came to death. Two years earlier a judge had been shot and maimed on a western circuit and since then, MacFarlane had taken a coward's precaution. Here was a man that knew, and while he lived the cup of trembling might never be put aside.

The Grand Canal
For there is nothing particular, in this cold and conventional temple, to gaze at save the great Tintoretto of the sacristy, to which we quickly pay our respects, and which we are glad to have, for ten minutes, to ourselves. The picture though full of beauty, is not the finest of the masters; but it serves again as well as another to transport (there is no other word) those of his lovers for whom, in faraway years when Venice was an early rapture, this strange and mystifying painter was almost the supreme revelation.

The Grand Old Man--Richard B. Cook
Full title: THE GRAND OLD MAN OR THE Life and Public Services of The Right Honorable William Ewart GLADSTONE Four Times Prime Minister of England

The Gray Dawn
He hastily pulled on some clothes and ran down the front stairs, stumbling over Gringo, who uttered an outraged yelp. From the street he could see a red glow in the sky. At top speed he ran down the street in the direction of the Monumental. In the half darkness he could make out other figures running. The deep tones of the bells continued to smite his ear, but now in addition he heard the tinkling and clinking of innumerable smaller bells-- those on the machines. He dashed around a corner to encounter a double line of men, running at full speed, hauling on a long rope attached to an engine. Their mouths were open, and they were all yelling. The light engine careened and swayed and bumped.

The Great Events by Famous Historians, v12
In 1666 England had not fully recovered from the civil wars of 1642-1651. She was now at war with the allied Dutch and French, and was suffering from the terrible effects of the 'Great Plague' which ravaged London in 1665. During September 2-5, 1666, occurred a catastrophe of almost equal horror. A fire, which broke out in a baker's house near the bridge, spread on all sides so rapidly that the people were unable to extinguish it until two-thirds of the city had been destroyed.

The Great Events by Famous Historians, Vol. 2
The wars progressed in a spirit of deadly hatred, constantly intensified on both sides, and the Roman determination, of which Cato was the mouthpiece, that Carthage must be destroyed, met its stubborn answer in the endeavors of the Carthaginians to turn this vengeance against Rome herself.

The Great Events by Famous Historians, Vol. 21
The Recent Days (1910-1914)

The Great Events by Famous Historians, Vol. 8
The Archbishop of Pisa, Francesco Salviati, had entered eagerly into the scheme, and, although his sacred office prevented him from actually assisting in the deed, he was present in the cathedral until the signal was given for the perpetration of the deed, when he left the building to secure the Palazzo Publico. He was therefore summarily hanged with the others from the windows of the civic buildings. Sixtus made the execution, or the 'murder' as he called it, of Salviati, his pretext for calling on his allies to make war on Florence.

The Great Events by Famous Historians, Volume 5
FROM CHARLEMAGNE TO FREDERICK BARBAROSSA

The Great Secret
'Eleanor,' he said earnestly, 'it is not I who choose. There is no choice! Your friend downstairs would say, 'Tell me all that you know of a certain matter, and the sentence which has been passed upon you shall be held over.' But when I had told him, when he knew everything, no agreement, no promise, could possibly be binding. I could not myself expect it. In his place I should make very sure that in a matter of hours I was a dead man. I say that myself, whose whole life has been sacrificed to a matter in which honor was largely concerned.'

The Greater Inclination
The Carstyle house stood but a few yards back from the brick-paved Millbrook street, and the garden was a very small place, unless measured, as Mrs. Carstyle probably intended that it should be, by the extent of her daughter's charms. These were so considerable that Vibart walked back and forward half a dozen times between the porch and the gate, before he discovered the limitations of the Carstyle domain. It was not till Irene had accused him of being sarcastic and had confided in him that 'the girls' were furious with her for letting him talk to her so long at his aunt's garden-party, that he awoke to the exiguity of his surroundings

The Green Flag--Arthur Conan Doyle
It was after a hunting dinner, and there were as many scarlet coats as black ones round the table. The conversation over the cigars had turned, therefore, in the direction of horses and horsemen, with reminiscences of phenomenal runs where foxes had led the pack from end to end of a county, and been overtaken at last by two or three limping hounds and a huntsman on foot, while every rider in the field had been pounded. As the port circulated the runs became longer and more apocryphal, until we had the whips inquiring their way and failing to understand the dialect of the people who answered them.

The Green Mouse--Robert W. Chambers
The next instant he grasped a shovel and leaped to the rescue. She was quite calm about it; the situation was too awful, the future too hopeless for mere tears. What had happened contained all the dignified elements of a catastrophe. They both realized it, and when, madly shoveling, he at last succeeded in releasing her she leaned her full weight on his own, breathing rapidly, and suffered him to support and guide her through the flame-shot darkness to the culinary regions above.

The Green Satin Gown--Laura E. Richards
There was no sound. She opened the door of the ground-floor bedroom and looked in. All was tidy and pleasant as usual. Every mat lay in its place; the chairs were set against the wall as she loved to see them; the rows of books, the shelves of chemicals, at which she hardly dared to look, and which she never dared to touch for fear something would 'go off' and kill her instantly, the specimens in their tall glass jars, the case of butterflies, all were in their place; but there was no sign of life in the room, save the canary in the window.

The Grip of Desire--Hector France, et al
It was not only the faces which excited his longings. In spite of himself, the opulent breast of the fair player entered his imagination and his thoughts seemed to search each one's neckerchief, seeking this powerful nourishment for his appetite. He bad tried to drive away these abominable desires, but it was in vain: the forbidden fruit was there and something seemed to tell him that he had only to stretch out his hand to seize it

The Grizzly King--James Oliver Curwood
'One has to hunt and kill and hunt and kill for years before he discovers the real pleasure in big game stalking,' he said slowly, looking into the fire. 'And when he comes down to that real pleasure, the part of it that absorbs him heart and soul, he finds that after all the big thrill isn't in killing, but in letting live. I want this grizzly, and I'm going to have him. I won't leave the mountains until I kill him. But, on the other hand, we could have killed two other bears to-day, and I didn't take a shot. I'm learning the game, Bruce--I'm beginning to taste the real pleasure of hunting. And when one hunts in the right way one learns facts. You needn't worry. I'm going to put only facts in what I write.'

THE GUN RUNNERS--J. D. NEWSOM
This story is somewhat 'off the beaten track' so far as short stories is concerned, but it's a whale of an action story, nevertheless. For, as its leading character concludes, 'africa may be all right, but don't let 'em get you inland. You can't tell what's going to happen, what with one thing and another.'

The Habitant--William Henry Drummond
Full title: The Habitant and Other French-Canadian Poems

The Half-Back--Ralph Henry Barbour
A Story of School, Football, and Golf

The Hampstead Mystery--John R. Watson, et al
'Nothing more likely,' exclaimed the inspector. 'My theory is that Birchill, while committing the burglary at Riversbrook, was surprised by Sir Horace Fewbanks. It is possible that the judge tried to capture Birchill to hand him over to the police, and Birchill shot him. I believe that Birchill fired both shots--that he had two revolvers. But whatever took place, a dangerous criminal like Birchill would not require much provocation to silence a man who interrupted him while he was on business bent, and a man, moreover, against whom he nursed a bitter grudge. In this case it is possible there was no provocation at all.

The Happiest Time of Their Lives--Alice Duer Miller
In the hall he had shaken hands with Mr. Lanley and had kissed Mathilde, who, do what she would, couldn't help choking a little. All this time Adelaide stood on the stairs, very erect, with one hand on the stair-rail and one on the wall, not only her eyes, but her whole face, radiating an uplifted peace. So angelic and majestic did she seem that Mathilde, looking up at her, would hardly have been surprised if she had floated out into space from her vantage-ground on the staircase.

The Happy Foreigner--Enid Bagnold
Night was the same as day in the tunnels; the electric light was always on, and with the morning no daylight crept in to alter it. The orderly called her at half-past six and she took her 'clients' to a barracks in the suburbs of Verdun, where Russian prisoners 'liberated" from Germany crowded and jostled to see her from behind the bars of the barrack square, like wild animals in a cage. Armed sentries paced backwards and forwards across the gateway to the yard. As it came on to snow a French soldier came out of a guardroom and invited her in by the fire.

The Happy Venture--Edith Ballinger Price
But Kirk's education filled the most important place, to her, in the scheme of things at Asquam. If she had not been so young, and so ambitious, and so inexperienced, she might have faltered before the task she set herself, temporary though it might be. Long before the Sturgis Water Line had hung out its neat shingle at the harbor-master's wharf; before the Maestro and music had made a new interest in Kirk's life; while Applegate Farm was still confusion--Felicia had attacked the Braille system with a courage as conscientious as it was unguided.

The Headsman
The Headsman: or, The Abbaye des Vignerons. A Tale.

The Healing of Nations--Edward Carpenter
Full title: The Healing of Nations and the Hidden Sources of Their Strife

The Healthy Life Cook Book, 2d ed--Florence Daniel
Never eat boiled vegetables. No one ever hears of a flesh-eater boiling his staple article of diet and throwing away the liquor. On the contrary, when he does indulge in boiled meat, the liquor is regarded as a valuable asset, and is used as a basis for soup. But his meat is generally conservatively cooked--that is, it is baked, roasted, or grilled, so that the juices are retained. If he has to choose between throwing away the meat or the water in which it has been boiled, he keeps the liquor--witness 'beef-tea.' For some unknown reason he does not often treat his vegetables in the same way, and suffers thereby the loss of much valuable food material.

The Heart of the Range--William Patterson White
'Go, dammit! Why can't you go? You gave them a chance to even up when you ran that blazer on Doc Coffin an' Honey Hoke there in the Starlight. Let it go at that. Whadda you want to hang round here for? Don't you know that every hour you stay here makes it more dangerous for you?... Oh, you can laugh! That's all you do when a feller does her level best to see you don't come to any harm. Gawd! I could shake you for a fool!'

The Heart of Una Sackville--Mrs George de Horne Vaizey
One of the men was tall and handsome, with a long, narrow face, and small, narrow eyes; he laughed with her, and I hated him for it, and for having so little sympathy with a poor girl's feelings. Another was small, with a strong, square-set figure, and he looked sorry for me; and the third looked on the floor, and frowned as if something had hurt his feelings. He was the oldest and gravest-looking of the three, and I knew before he had been ten minutes in the room that he adored Vere with his heart, and disapproved of her with his conscience, and was miserable every time she did or said a thoughtless thing.

The High-Powered Corpse--E. C. Marshall
Chinatown kept the mystery of that safe-blowing gang hidden from all save Detective Tom Ching who knew an explosive secret himself.

The Highwayman--H.C. Bailey
He lay upon Benjamin and tugged at his sword-belt. Benjamin writhed and groaned. His sword was caught underneath him, the hilt deep in the small of his back. Harry hauled the sword-belt off at last and gripped at Benjamin's wrists. He began to struggle again. 'Do not be troublesome or I'll tap the beer on your brain. So.' He hauled the belt taut about the fighting arms and made all fast. Then he sat himself on Benjamin's legs, which thus ceased to be turbulent, and, taking off the garters, therewith tied the ankles together.

The History of a Crime
There was a moment of confusion; almost a collision. The Representatives, forcibly driven back, ebbed into the Rue de Lille. Some of them fell down. Several members of the Right were rolled in the mud by the soldiers. One of them, M. Etienne, received a blow on the shoulder from the butt-end of a musket. We may here add that a week afterwards M. Etienne was a member of that concern which they styled the Consultative Committee. He found the coup d'etat to his taste, the blow with the butt-end of a musket included.

The History of England, Volume I--David Hume
This great event happened on the 5th of July, in the last year of the eleventh century. The Christian princes and nobles, after choosing Godfrey of Bouillon King of Jerusalem, began to settle themselves in their new conquests; while some of them returned to Europe, in order to enjoy at home that glory which their valour had acquired them in this popular and meritorious enterprise. Among these was Robert, Duke of Normandy, who, as he had relinquished the greatest dominions of any prince that attended the crusade, had all along distinguished himself by the most intrepid courage, as well as by that affable disposition and unbounded generosity which gain the hearts of soldiers, and qualify a prince to shine in a military life.

The History of England--John Lingard and Hilaire Belloc
The History of England from the First Invasion by the Romans to the Accession of King George the Fifth Volume 8

The History of Lucy Clare--Mary Martha Sherwood
My mother complained of the cold, when I fetched a fresh faggot and placed it on the fire, putting the tea-kettle also on the fire, and sweeping the hearth. 'Come, Lucy,' said my mother, as she felt the warmth of the newly-kindled faggot, 'sing us a psalm, and let us bless God for all his goodness to us; how many poor creatures want the comforts we enjoy!'

The History Of Rome, Book II--Theodor Mommsen
But the subjugation, with which the coalition of the Etruscan and Carthaginian nations had threatened both Greeks and Italians, was fortunately averted by the combination of peoples drawn towards each other by family affinity as well as by common peril. The Etruscan army, which after the fall of Rome had penetrated into Latium, had its victorious career checked in the first instance before the walls of Aricia by the well-timed intervention of the Cumaeans who had hastened to the succour of the Aricines (248).

The History of Rome, v1--Theodor Mommsen
We have no information, not even a tradition, concerning the first migration of the human race into Italy. It was the universal belief of antiquity that in Italy, as well as elsewhere, the first population had sprung from the soil. We leave it to the province of the naturalist to decide the question of the origin of different races, and of the influence of climate in producing their diversities. In a historical point of view it is neither possible, nor is it of any importance, to determine whether the oldest recorded population of a country were autochthones or immigrants.

The History of Rome; Books Nine to Twenty-Six
Being disturbed with these anxieties, he so conducted himself for five years in the African war, which commenced shortly after the peace with Rome, and then through nine years employed in augmenting the Carthaginian empire in Spain, that it was obvious that he was revolving in his mind a greater war than he was then engaged in; and that if he had lived longer, the Carthaginians under Hamilcar would have carried the war into Italy, which, under the command of Hannibal, they afterwards did. The timely death of Hamilcar and the youth of Hannibal occasioned its delay.

The History Of Tom Thumb and Other Stories
Do you see the dog and the hen? The dog bit the hen, and she was mad. My dog bit a fox on the hip. One day the fox bit the dog on the lip and ran off. Tom and I had a gun, and we set off to get the fox; but the sun was so hot we did not go far, but sat on the hay, and had fun

The Honest Women
A One Act Comedy By Henri Becque, Translated and adapted by Frank J. Morlock

The Horla--Guy de Maupassant
One of them struck me forcibly. The country people, those belonging to the Mornet, declare that at night one can hear talking going on in the sand, and also that two goats bleat, one with a strong, the other with a weak voice. Incredulous people declare that it is nothing but the screaming of the sea birds, which occasionally resembles bleatings, and occasionally human lamentations; but belated fishermen swear that they have met an old shepherd, whose cloak covered head they can never see, wandering on the sand, between two tides, round the little town placed so far out of the world.

The House of Crime--Theodore Tinsley
Coiled Like Serpents About Major Lacey Were the Strands of the Ace's Net, But the Mad Genius Was Himself Entangled by the Strange One Who Called Him "Master."

The House of the Vampire
The boy's expression was pleasant, with an inkling of wistfulness, while the soft glimmer of his lucid eyes betrayed the poet and the dreamer. The smile of Reginald Clarke was the smile of a conqueror. A suspicion of silver in his crown of dark hair only added dignity to his bearing, while the infinitely ramified lines above the heavy-set mouth spoke at once of subtlety and of strength. Without stretch of the imagination one might have likened him to a Roman cardinal of the days of the Borgias, who had miraculously stepped forth from the time-stained canvas and slipped into twentieth century evening-clothes.

The House of the Whispering Pines
The lie, or rather the suggestion of a lie, flushed my face. I was conscious of this, but it did not trouble me. I was panting for relief. I could not rest till I knew the nature of the doubt in this man's mind. If these words, or any words I could use, would serve to surprise his secret, then welcome the lie or suggestion of a lie. 'It was a brute's act,' I went on, bungling with my sentences in anxiety to see if my conclusions fitted in with his own. 'Who was the brute? Do you know, Dr. Perry?'

The House of Whispers
Then they turned again to the Baronet's mysterious private affairs; and when she had seated herself at the typewriter and re-read the reports--confidential reports they were, but framed in a manner which only the old man himself could understand--he dictated to her cryptic replies, the true nature of which were to her a mystery.

The House on the Borderland--William Hope Hodgson
Very cautiously, I crept forward, and peered down; but could see nothing. Then, I crossed to the left of the passage, to see whether there might be any continuation of the path. Here, right against the wall, I found that a narrow track, some three feet wide, led onward. Carefully, I stepped on to it; but had not gone far, before I regretted venturing thereon. For, after a few paces, the already narrow way, resolved itself into a mere ledge, with, on the one side the solid, unyielding rock, towering up, in a great wall, to the unseen roof, and, on the other, that yawning chasm.

The Hunt Ball Mystery--William Magnay
'Let us throw off this depressing business as well as we can,' he said. 'Of course I have had to break it to my sister and the others; they would have seen it to-day in print. Thank goodness the papers don't look beyond the suicide idea, so they are not making much fuss about it. If they took a more sensational view, as I fear they will now after the medical evidence, it would be a terrible nuisance.'

The Hunted Outlaw--Anonymous
Full title: The Hunted Outlaw or, Donald Morrison, The Canadian Rob Roy

The Hunted Woman
As John Aldous stood hidden in the darkness, listening for the sound of a footstep, Joanne's words still rang in his ears. 'I believe he is out there--waiting for you,' she had said; and, chuckling softly in the gloom, he told himself that nothing would give him more satisfaction than an immediate and material proof of her fear. In the present moment he felt a keen desire to confront Quade face to face out there in the lantern-glow, and settle with the mottled beast once for all. The fact that Quade had seen Joanne as the guest of the Blacktons hardened him in his determination.

The Ignatian Epistles Entirely Spurious--W. D. (William Dool) Killen
There are other indications in this letter that it cannot have been written at the date ascribed to it by the advocates of the Ignatian Epistles. It contains an admonition to 'pray for kings (or the kings), authorities, and princes.' [18:1] We are not at liberty to assume that these three names are precisely synonymous. By kings, or the kings, we may apparently understand the imperial rulers; by authorities, consuls, proconsuls, praetors, and other magistrates; and by princes, those petty sovereigns and others of royal rank to be found here and there throughout the Roman dominions. [18:2]

The Imaginary Invalid
MR. DE BON. What you can do? You can discreetly choose a friend of your wife, to whom you will give all you own in due form by your will, and that friend will give it up to her afterwards; or else you can sign a great many safe bonds in favour of various creditors who will lend their names to your wife, and in whose hands they will leave a declaration that what was done was only to serve her. You can also in your lifetime put in her hands ready money and bills which you can make payable to bearer.

The Impostures of Scapin
SCA. I must extract this money from your respective fathers' pockets. (To OCTAVE) As far as yours is concerned, my plan is all ready. (To LEANDRE) And as for yours, although he is the greatest miser imaginable, we shall find it easier still; for you know that he is not blessed with too much intellect, and I look upon him as a man who will believe anything. This cannot offend you; there is not a suspicion of a resemblance between him and you; and you know what the world thinks, that he is your father only in name.

The Impressions Of A Cousin
From my window, above, I saw them leave the door; they make a fair, bright young couple as they sit together. They had not been gone a quarter of an hour when Mr. Caliph's name was brought up to me. He had asked for me--me alone; he begged that I would do him the favour to see him for ten minutes. I don't know why this announcement should have made me nervous; but it did. My heart beat at the prospect of entering into direct relations with Mr. Caliph. He is very clever, much thought of, and talked of; and yet I had vaguely suspected him--of I don't know what!

The Incomplete Amorist--E. Nesbit
'What will become of me? What has become of him? My step-father must have done something horrible to him. Perhaps he has had him put in prison; of course he couldn't do that in these modern times, like in the French revolution, just for talking to some one he hadn't been introduced to, but he may have done it for trespassing, or damage to the crops, or something. I feel quite certain something has happened to him. He would never have deserted me like this in my misery if he were free.

The Indian Lily and Other Stories--Hermann Sudermann
The word had escaped him, he scarcely knew how. Now that he had uttered it, however, he saw very clearly that nothing better remained for him to do than to carry the casual thought into action.... Here he passed a fruitless, enervating life, slothful, restless and humiliating; at home there awaited him light, useful work, dreamless sleep, and the tonic sense of being the master.

The Indian Lily and Other Stories--Hermann Sudermann
But no, not into the river! Why was her young head so practised in skill and cunning, if it was to bow helplessly under the first severe onslaught of fate? What was the purpose of those beautiful long nights but to brood upon plans and send far thoughts out toward shining aims?

The Infant System--Samuel Wilderspin
Arguments to show the importance of exercise, might be drawn from every part of the animal economy. Without it, the circulation of the blood cannot be properly carried on, nor the different secretions duly performed; neither can the fluids be properly prepared, nor the solids rendered firm or strong. The action of the heart, the motion of the lungs, and all the vital functions, are greatly assisted by exercise. But to point out the manner in which these effects are produced, would lead us beyond the present subject.

The Infant's Delight: Poetry--Anonymous
There is none that to my know-ing,--/ And I've play-ed at games enough,--/ Makes us laugh, and sets us glow-ing/ Like a game at Blind-man's Buff./

The Inn at the Red Oak--Latta Griswold
'No clue, mother, not the slightest. Nancy seems to have vanished as completely as if she had dissolved into air. As you know, the house has been thoroughly searched; the servants carefully questioned; and enquiries have been made at every conceivable place in Monday Port. I have been to the House on the Dunes, and to the farmhouses on every road round about. No one has seen or heard of her. She has taken French leave, but for what reason I can't imagine.'

The Interlopers--Saki
'Neighbour,' he said presently, 'do as you please if your men come first. It was a fair compact. But as for me, I've changed my mind. If my men are the first to come you shall be the first to be helped, as though you were my guest. We have quarrelled like devils all our lives over this stupid strip of forest, where the trees can't even stand upright in a breath of wind. Lying here to-night thinking I've come to think we've been rather fools; there are better things in life than getting the better of a boundary dispute.

The Iron Game--Henry Francis Keenan
When the solemn words were spoken in chapel, the culprit bore up with great serenity. But when he announced that he had enlisted in the army, then such an uproar, such an outburst, that the session was at an end. Even the grave president looked sympathetic. The like of it was never seen in a sober college since Antony with Cleopatra invaded the Academy at Alexandria. The boys flung themselves upon the abashed Jack. They hugged him, raised him on their shoulders, carried him out on the campus, and, forming a ring round him, swore, in the classic form dear to collegians, that they would follow him; that they would be his soldiers, and fight for the patria in danger.

The Irrational Knot--George Bernard Shaw
THE SECOND NOVEL OF HIS NONAGE

The Isle of Unrest--Henry Seton Merriman
'There was a man in Sartene who had an enemy. He was a shoemaker, and could therefore work at his trade indoors. He never crossed his threshold for sixteen years. One day they told him his enemy was dead, that the funeral was for the same afternoon. It passed his door, and when it had gone by, he stepped out, after sixteen, years, to watch it, and--Paff! He twisted himself round as he writhed on the ground, and there was his enemy, laughing, with the smoke still at the muzzle. The funeral was a trick. No; I shall not believe that Mattei Perucca is dead until the Abbe Susini tells me that he has seen the body

THE ITALIAN SINGER By Carmontelle--Trans. by Frank J. Morlock
SAINT-HYGIN: This will be decided from today; it's Delamarre who proposed this to me, and this banker is going to come here any minute perhaps, all alone even. You will see him. They say he has between forty and fifty thousand pounds of income; there can be no hesitation.

The Jew And Other Stories
All that day I spent in speculating about Fustov, about Susanna, and about her relations. I had a vague feeling of something like a family drama. As far as I could judge, my friend was not indifferent to Susanna. But she? Did she care for him? Why did she seem so unhappy? And altogether, what sort of creature was she? These questions were continually recurring to my mind. An obscure but strong conviction told me that it would be no use to apply to Fustov for the solution of them. It ended in my setting off the next day alone to Mr. Ratsch's house.

The Jewel Merchants--James Branch Cabell
GUIDO Am I to be welcomed merely for the sake of my gems? You were more gracious, you were more beautifully like your lovely name, on the fortunate day that I first encountered you ... only six weeks ago, and only yonder, where the path crosses the highway. But now that I esteem myself your friend, you greet me like a stranger. You do not even invite me into your garden. I much prefer the manner in which you told me the way to the inn when I was an unknown passer-by. And yet your pennant promised greeting.

THE KEY TO THE GREAT GATE BY HINKO GOTTLIEB
Translated and Adapted by Frank J. Morlock

The King Of Poland And Madame Geoffrin
The present volume, however, is published much less in the interest of Mme. Geoffrin than of Stanislaus Augustus, whose collateral descendants, the Poniatowski family, have opened their archives to the editor. Young Count Poniatowski came to Paris in 1753, at twenty years of age, was presented to Mme. Geoffrin, and was subsequently indebted to her intervention with his creditors for release from some of the penalties of too lavish an enjoyment of the pleasures of the capital. At twenty-five he was appointed Polish ambassador to the Russian court, where he made a lively impression upon the susceptible heart of the Empress Catharine, and had the honour of being one of her many lovers.

The Knights of the Cross--Henryk Sienkiewicz
'Because of Witold. The prince was with the Knights of the Cross, and every year they used to make an expedition against Lithuania, as far as Wilno. Different people went with them: Germans, Frenchmen, Englishmen, who are the best bowmen, Czechs, Swiss and Burgundians. They cut down the forests, burned the castles on their way and finally they devastated Lithuania with fire and sword so badly, that the people who were living in that country, wanted to leave it and search for another land, even to the end of the world, even among Belial's children, only far from the Germans.'

THE LADY STEPS OUT
Note: THE LADY STEPS OUT (THE VINDICTIVE) BY DESTOUCHES, Translated and adapted by FRANK J. MORLOCK

The Ladybird
So, her reckless, anti-philanthropic passion could find no outlet-- and SHOULD find no outlet, she thought. So her own blood turned against her, beat on her own nerves, and destroyed her. It was nothing but frustration and anger which made her ill, and made the doctors fear consumption. There it was, drawn on her rather wide mouth: frustration, anger, bitterness. There it was the same in the roll of her green-blue eyes, a slanting, averted look: the same anger furtively turning back on itself.

The Lands of the Saracen--Bayard Taylor
or, Pictures of Palestine, Asia Minor, Sicily, and Spain.

The Last of the Foresters--John Esten Cooke
THE LAST OF THE FORESTERS: OR, HUMORS ON THE BORDER; A STORY OF THE Old Virginia Frontier.

The Last Of The Valerii
She rode with him sometimes in the tufty shadow of aqueducts and tombs, and sometimes suffered him to show his beautiful wife at Roman dinners and balls. She played dominoes with him after dinner, and carried out in a desultory way a daily scheme of reading him the newspapers. This observance was subject to fluctuations caused by the Counts invincible tendency to go to sleep, a failing his wife never attempted to disguise or palliate. She would sit and brush the flies from him while he lay picturesquely snoozing, and, if I ventured near him, would place her linger on her lips and whisper that she thought her husband was as handsome asleep as awake.

The Last Trail
'I'll take the bosses, an' be at the fort inside of an hour. If Helen's gone, I'll tell her father you're close on her trail. Now listen! It'll be dark soon, an' a storm's comin'. Don't waste time on her trail. Hurry up to the rock. She'll be there, if any lass could climb there. If not, come back in the mornin', hunt her trail out, an' find her. I'm thinkin', Jack, we'll find the Shawnee had somethin' to do with this. Whatever happens after I get back to the fort, I'll expect you hard on my trail.'

The Late Mrs. Null--Frank Richard Stockton
Soon after he had gone, Mrs Null went up Pine Top Hill, and sat down on the rock to have a 'think.' 'Now, then, Freddy,' she said, 'everything depends on you. If you don't stand by me I am lost--that is to say, I must go away from here before Junius comes; and you know I don't want to do that. I want to see him on my account, and on his account too; but I don't want him crammed down my throat for a husband the moment he arrives, and that is just what will happen if you don't do your duty, Mr Null. Even if it wasn't for you, I don't want to look at him from the husband point of view, because, of course, he is a very different person from what he used to be, and is a total stranger to me.

The Learned Women
HEN. The safest thing to do would be to gain my mother over. My father easily consents to everything, but he places little weight on what he himself resolves. He has received from Heaven a certain gentleness which makes him readily submit to the will of his wife. It is she who governs, and who in a dictatorial tone lays down the law whenever she has made up her mind to anything. I wish I could see in you a more pliant spirit towards her and towards my aunt. If you would but fall in with their views, you would secure their favour and their esteem.

The Legend of the Great Stupa Jarungkhasor
'Drunkards preach the Path to Salvation; the advice of sycophants is followed; fraudulent teachers give false initiations; guileful impostors claim psychic powers; loquacity and eloquence pass as wisdom. The arrogant elevate profanity; the proletariat rules the kingdom; kings become paupers; the butcher and murderer become leaders of men; unscrupulous self-seekers rise to high position. The Masters of the High Tantras stray like dogs in the streets and their faithless errant students roam like lions in the jungle.

The Leopard Woman--Stewart Edward White
Once well beyond the chance of a fire glimmer he arose to his feet and quickly regained his own camp. This was exactly on the opposite side of the circle. The four men with whom he shared his tiny cotton tent, askaris all as beseemed his dignity, were sound asleep. He squatted on his heels, pushed together the embers of his fire, staring into the coals. His ugly face was as though carved from ebony. Only his wild savage eyes glowed and flashed with a brooding lambent flame; and his wide nostrils slowly expanded and contracted as though with some inner heaving emotion.

The Letters Of Honore De Balzac
The letters make a jump from 1822 to 1827, during which interval he had established, with borrowed capital, a printing house, and seen his enterprise completely fail. This failure saddled him with a mountain of debt which pressed upon him crushingly for years, and of which he rid himself only toward the close of his life. Balzac's debts are another labyrinth in which we do not profess to hold a clue. There is scarcely a page of these volumes in which they are not alluded to, but the reader never quite understands why they should bloom so perennially. The liabilities incurred by the collapse of the printing scheme can hardly have been so vast as not to have been for the most part cancelled by ten years of heroic work.

The Letters Of Madame De Sabran
What we have here, then, is something very light---the passionate, unstudied jottings of an amiable and intelligent woman who loves a man whose affection she is conscious of possessing, but whose absences, and delays, and preoccupations, and admirations, and social dissipations, and duties of all kinds, are a constant irritant to the impatience, the jealousies, the melancholy, of which her own affection, in its singularly delicate texture, is all indivisibly composed. It is hard to say why we should be interested in these very personal affairs of an obscure French lady of a hundred years ago, and if a stern logician should accuse us of frivolous tastes, we should find it difficult to justify our enthusiasm

The Life and Letters of Elizabeth Prentiss
We come now to a new phase of Mrs. Prentiss' experience as a pastor's wife. Before her husband resigned his New York charge, during the winter of 1857-8, the question of holding a service in the upper part of the city, with the view to another congregation, was earnestly discussed in the session and among the leading members of the church, but nothing then came of it. Soon after his return from Europe, however, the project was revived, and resulted at length in the formation of the Church of the Covenant.

The Life And Letters Of Maria Edgeworth, Vol. 1
There are, an' please you, ma'am, a great many good things here. There is a balloon hanging up, and another going to be put on the stocks: there is soap made, and making from a receipt in Nicholson's Chemistry: there is excellent ink made, and to be made by the same book: there is a cake of roses just squeezed in a vice, by my father, according to the advice of Madame de Lagaraye, the woman in the black cloak and ruffles, who weighs with unwearied scales, in the frontispiece of a book, which perhaps my aunt remembers, entitled Chemie de gout et de l'odorat. There are a set of accurate weights, just completed by the ingenious Messrs. Lovell and Henry Edgeworth, partners: for Henry is now a junior partner, and grown an inch and a half upon the strength of it in two months.

The Life and Letters of Maria Edgeworth, Vol. 2
Lady Lansdowne's reception of us was most cordial. She had been out walking, and came to us only half dressed, with a shawl thrown over her. Lord Lansdowne is at Bath, at an agricultural meeting. Mr. and Mrs. Ord and their son, an Eton youth, are here; Lady Elizabeth and Captain Fielding--he is very gentlemanlike and agreeable; Mr. Hallam; the two Mr. Smiths, whom you remember, and Mr. Fazakerley--very clever; and best of all, Miss Vernon and Miss Fox: she introduced to Fanny and Harriet her niece, Miss Fox, very handsome and agreeable--not come out.

The Life and Romances of Mrs. Eliza Haywood--George Frisbie Whicher
Although Mrs. Haywood was evidently not responsible for the inclusion of her tale in 'The Female Dunciad,' and although the piece itself was entirely innocuous, her daring to raise her head even by accident brought down upon her another scurrilous rebuke, not this time from the poet himself, but from her former admirer, Richard Savage.

The Life and Works of Friedrich Schiller--Calvin Thomas
When Schiller arrived in Mannheim, late in July, 1783, Dalberg was in Holland. There was nothing going on at the theater, and the sweltering town, deserted by such as could get away, was suffering from an epidemic of malarial fever. But the faithful Streicher was there and friend Meyer, the manager, and Schwan, the publisher, whose vivacious daughter, Margarete, gradually kindled in the heart of the new-comer another faint blue flame which he ultimately mistook for love. His first concern was to write to Frau von Wolzogen, who had loaned him money for his journey, a detailed report of his finances.

The Life of a Ship
Now, when the steward saw Davy with a pale face, and red eyes, and awfully seasick, he went up to him with a smile, and said, 'Sick, my lad? you'll soon get used to it. Always sick when you first go to sea. Come below and I'll give you summat to do you good, and tumble you into your hammock.' By going below the good steward meant going below the deck into the cabin. A ship is just like a large house, divided into a number of rooms--some of which are sitting rooms, some store and provision rooms, some kitchens and pantries, closets and cupboards; and there are two or three flats in some ships, so that you can go up or down stairs at your pleasure.

The Life of Captain James Cook--Arthur Kitson
On 9th August, Cape Prince of Wales, 65 degrees 46 minutes North, 191 degrees 45 minutes East, was sighted, and they believed it to be the most westerly point of North America. They landed on what, from Heydinger's Chart, was the eastern end of the island of Alaska, but it afterwards was found to be the eastern extremity of Asia. This chart, says Burney, was found 'not only to be incorrect but almost unintelligible.' The country was very desolate, neither tree nor shrub to be seen, and the inhabitants seemed afraid of their visitors, though not absolutely unfriendly. They were taller and stouter than those on the American side, and their clothing very superior.

The Life of Col. James Gardiner--P. Doddridge
The Life of Col. James Gardiner Who Was Slain at the Battle of Prestonpans, September 21, 1745

The Life of Hon. William F. Cody--William F. Cody
At last we reached the Saline river, where we found the Indians had only stopped to feed and water the animals, and had then pushed on towards the Solomon. After crossing the Saline they made no effort to conceal their trail, thinking they would not be pursued beyond that point--consequently we were able to make excellent time. We reached the Soloman before sunset, and came to a halt; we surmised that if the Indians were camped on this river, that they had no suspicion of our being in the neighborhood. I advised Captain Graham to remain with the company where it was, while I went ahead on a scout to find the Indians, if they were in the vicinity.

The Life of Jesus Christ for the Young--Richard Newton
During the earthly life of our blessed Saviour, we see how everything connected with it teaches the lesson of humility. This is pointed out in the beautiful collect in The Book of Common Prayer for the first Sunday in Advent. Here we are taught to say:--'Almighty God, give us grace to cast away the works of darkness, and put upon us the armor of light, now in the time of this mortal life, in which thy Son Jesus Christ came to visit us in--great humility.'

The Life Of Johnson, Volume 3
Dr. Johnson made a remark, which both Mr. Macbean and I thought new. It was this: that 'the law against usury is for the protection of creditors as well as of debtors; for if there were no such check, people would be apt, from the temptation of great interest, to lend to desperate persons, by whom they would lose their money. Accordingly there are instances of ladies being ruined, by having injudiciously sunk their fortunes for high annuities, which, after a few years, ceased to be paid, in consequence of the ruined circumstances of the borrower.'

The Life of Lord Byron--John Galt
The Acheron, which they crossed in this route, is now called the Kalamas, a considerable stream, as large as the Avon at Bath but towards the evening they had some cause to think the Acheron had not lost all its original horror; for a dreadful thunderstorm came on, accompanied with deluges of rain, which more than once nearly carried away their luggage and horses. Byron himself does not notice this incident in Childe Harold, nor even the adventure more terrific which he met with alone in similar circumstances on the night before their arrival at Zitza, when his guides lost their way in the defiles of the mountains--adventures sufficiently disagreeable in the advent, but full of poesy in the remembrance.

The Life of Marie Antoinette--Charles Duke Yonge
Judgment and prudence were not the qualities most naturally to be expected in a young princess not yet fifteen years old. The best prospect which Marie Antoinette had of surmounting the numerous and varied difficulties which beset her lay in the affection which she speedily conceived for her husband, and in the sincerity, we can hardly say warmth, with which he returned her love. Maria Teresa had bespoken his tenderness for her in a letter which she wrote to him on the day on which her daughter left Vienna, and which has often been quoted as a composition worthy of her alike as a mother and as a Christian sovereign

The Life of Marie de Medicis, Vol. 1--Julia Pardoe
The consciousness that she was sacrificing her daughter by thus bestowing her hand upon the sovereign of a petty kingdom might perhaps have deterred Catherine, had she not already decided upon the means by which the bonds of so unequal an alliance might be rent assunder; and it is even possible that the hatred which she bore to the reformed faith would in itself have sufficed to render such an union impossible, had not the crafty and compunctionless spirit by which she was animated inspired her with a method which would more than expiate the temporary sin.

The Life of Michelangelo Buonarotti--John Addington Symonds
Michelangelo, instinctively and on principle, reacted against the decorative methods of the fifteenth century. If he had to paint a biblical or mythological subject, he avoided landscapes, trees, flowers, birds, beasts, and subordinate groups of figures. He eschewed the arabesques, the labyrinths of foliage and fruit enclosing pictured panels, the candelabra and gay bands of variegated patterns, which enabled a quattrocento painter, like Gozzoli or Pinturicchio, to produce brilliant and harmonious general effects at a small expenditure of intellectual energy.

The Life of St. Mochuda of Lismore
Mochuda was very handsome of features with the result that at different times during his youth maidens to the number of thirty were so enamoured of him that they could not conceal their feeling. But Mochuda prayed for them, and obtained for them by his prayers that their carnal love should be turned into a spiritual. They afterwards became consecrated religious and within what to-day is his parish he built them cells and monasteries which the holy virgins placed under his protection and jurisdiction.

The Life, Studies, And Works Of Benjamin West, Esq.
Full title: The Life, Studies, and Works of Benjamin West, Esq. President of the Royal Academy of London Composed from Materials Furnished by Himself By John Galt, Esq.

The Light of Asia--Sir Edwin Arnold
'Mongst the strangers came/ A grey-haired saint, Asita, one whose ears,/ Long closed to earthly things, caught heavenly sounds,/ And heard at prayer beneath his peepul-tree/ The Devas singing songs at Buddha's birth./ Wondrous in lore he was by age and fasts;/ Him, drawing nigh, seeming so reverend,/

The Line of Love--James Branch Cabell
Roger scoffed. 'Love, love! O you piece of ice! You gray-stone saint! What do you know of love?' Master Darke caught both her hands in his. 'Now, by Almighty God, our Saviour and Redeemer, Jesus Christ!' he said, between his teeth, his eyes flaming; 'I, Roger Darke, have offered you undefiled love and you have mocked at it. Ha, Tears of Mary! how I love you! And you mean to marry this man for his title! Do you not believe that I love you, Adelais?' he whimpered.

The Lions of the Lord--Harry Leon Wilson
And now the truth was much clearer to him. Not only had the Lord deferred His coming, but He had set His hand again to scatter Israel for its sin. Instead of letting them stay alone in their mountain retreat until the beginning of His reign on earth, He had brought the Gentiles upon them in overwhelming numbers. Where once a thousand miles of wilderness lay between them and Gentile wickedness, they were now hemmed about with it, and even it polluted the streets of the holy city itself.

The Little Colonel--Annie Fellows Johnston
When Maria, the coloured housekeeper, went into the hall to light the lamps, the Little Colonel was sitting on the big fur rug in front of the fire, talking contentedly to Fritz, who lay with his curly head in her lap.

The Little House in the Fairy Wood
By Ethel Cook Eliot

The Little Pilgrim: Further Experiences
Full title: The Little Pilgrim: Further Experiences. Stories of the Seen and the Unseen.

The Little Schoolmaster Mark--J.H. Shorthouse
Later on in the day Mark was told that the Princess wished to see him, and that he must wait upon her in her own apartment. He was taken to a part of the palace into which he had hitherto never been; in which a luxurious suite of rooms was reserved for the Princess when she condescended to occupy them. The most easterly of the suite was a morning sitting-room, which opened upon a balcony or trellised verandah, shaded with jasmine. The room was furnished in a very different style from the rest of the palace.

The Log of a Noncombatant--Horace Green
During all the time I was with him Verhagen did not speak a bitter word. On the contrary, he was calm--particularly calm as he stood beside the mound where the Belgian soldiers were buried in the center of the ruined town, pointed to the pile of bricks where he had lived, and told us how in two nights he had lost 340,000 francs, his son, his factory, and his home. It was from him, from the burgomaster's wife, and from a priest that we learned the story of the city that had ceased to be.

The Logic Of Marriage And Murder
And yet this man, thus characterized, is endowed by the law with a strictly personal property in his wife; that is a property quite irrespective of his essential nature and habits, provided he can in any way contrive to keep up a plausible appearance before the world. Under these circumstances, accordingly, given such a man as McFarland, and such a woman as his wife, what is the inevitable result? 'Inevitable,' I say, considering the motives usually operative in human conduct. In the first place, the 'marriage' of the ill-fated pair confesses itself a loathsome concubinage.

The London and Country Brewer--Anonymous
The late Curious Simon Harcourt Esq; of Penly, whom I have had the honour to drink some of his famous October with, thought the true Art of Brewing of such Importance, that it is said to Cost him near twenty Pounds to have an old Days-man taught it by a Welch Brewer, and sure it was this very Man exceeded all others in these Parts afterwards in the Brewing of that which he called his October Beer. So likewise in London they lay such stress on this Art, that many have thought it worth their while to give one or two hundred Guineas with an Apprentice: This Consideration also made an Ambassador give an extraordinary Encouragement to one of my Acquaintance to go over with him, that was a great Master of this Science.

The London Theatres
This is one of those queer eruptions of plainness and homeliness which one encounters at every turn in the midst of the massive luxury and general expensiveness of England---like the big, staring announcement, Beds, in the coffee-house windows, or Well-aired Beds painted on the side walls of taverns; or like a list of labels which I noticed the other day on a series of japanned boxes in a pastry-cooks shop. They seemed to me so characteristic that I made a note of them.

The Lone Wolf--Louis Joseph Vance
Recognition immediately rewarded this manoeuvre: the masked face upturned to the glare was that of the American who had made a fourth in the concert of the Pack--'Mr. Smith,' Quickly unlatching the mask, Lanyard removed it; but the countenance thus exposed told little more than he knew; he could have sworn he had never seen it before. None the less, something in its evil cast persistently troubled his memory, with the same provoking and baffling effect that had attended their first encounter.

The Lonely Dancer and Other Poems--Richard Le Gallienne
Sore in need was I of a faithful friend,/ And it seemed to me that life/ Had come to its much desired end--/ Just then God gave me a wife./

The Lonely Island
After the murder of the two natives, Talaloo and Ohoo, Fletcher Christian had become very morose. It seemed as if a fit of deep melancholy had taken entire possession of him. His temper had become greatly soured. He would scarcely condescend to hold intercourse with any one, and sought the retirement of his outlook in the cave on the mountain-top, where few of his comrades ventured to disturb him, save when matters of importance claimed his immediate attention.

The Long Labrador Trail--Dillon Wallace
The real work of the trip was now to begin, the hard portaging, the trail finding and trail making, and we were to break the seal of a land that had, through the ages, held its secret from all the world, excepting the red man. This is what we were thinking of when we gathered around our camp fire that evening, and filled and lighted our pipes and puffed silently while we watched the newborn stars of evening come into being one by one until the arch of heaven was aglow with the splendor of a Labrador night. And when we at length went to our bed of spruce boughs it was to dream of strange scenes and new worlds that we were to conquer.

The Long, Long Trail--Max Brand
'I ain't going to pile up a lot of excuses. All I say is this: That first a wrong was done, and that I took the law into my own hands, and then the law threw me out. And since that time, no matter what liars say, I've never lifted my hand except to defend myself. They's another thing. I've took the money of other people. I'll tell you why. When they run me away from my home, they run me away from my own cattle and my own land. It was a good-paying ranch and I figure that the world owes me as much as I'd have made clear off that ranch.

The Lost Naval Papers--Bennet Copplestone
The Commander opened his eyes at this cool proposal, but we prevailed upon him to seek the permission of the Admiral-Superintendent, who, a good deal to my surprise, proved to be quite pliable. Cary's reputation for discretion must be very high in the little village where he lives if it is able to guarantee so disreputable a scribbler as Bennet Copplestone! The Admiral, fortunately, had not read any of my Works before they had been censored. When printed in Cornhill they were comparatively harmless.

THE LOST ROOM
Note: A PLAY BY FRANK J. MORLOCK, Based on a story by Fitz James O'Brien

The Lost Trail--Edward S. Ellis
But there was no certainty even of delay. Did the savage believe the moment to strike propitious, he would be ready for the trial. Even then, he might be skulking in the woods, with his black eyes fixed upon the cabin. It will be perceived, that, did he contemplate the death of either of the parties concerned, he could have compassed it without difficulty. Opportunities offered every day for the fatal bullet to reach its mark; but the insult to the Indian was so great, that he contemplated a far sweeter compensation than death itself.

The Loudwater Mystery--Edgar Jepson
Mr. Flexen drove back to the Castle, considering Hutchings carefully. There was no doubt that he was, indeed, badly frightened; but he had reason to be. Mr. Flexen could not decide whether he had worn the air of a guilty man or an innocent. He could not decide whether the butler had been too deeply absorbed in his own affairs to hear the snoring of Lord Loudwater as he went through the library. It was possible that Lord Loudwater was alive, asleep, and yet not snoring at the time. Snoring is often intermittent.

The Love Affairs of Great Musicians, Volume 1--Rupert Hughes
Spitta speculates on the identity of this 'stranger maiden.' In the older church-cantata women did not sing: in the newer form they occasionally did. She might have been a professional from the Brunswick opera. But Spitta decides that it must have been Maria Barbara Bach, his cousin from a neighbouring town. She is known to have had relatives and friends in Arnstadt, and Bach married her a year later. Assuming this to be true, Spitta notes that a delightful episode in the courtship of the young couple is disclosed to our view. Perhaps, too, when Bach 'spoke to the parson,' he confessed his love and his betrothal.

The Love Affairs of Great Musicians, Volume 2
The great Antonio Stradivari, however, began his love-making like David Copperfield, by falling in love with a woman ten years his senior, when he was only seventeen. She was Francesca Capra; her husband had been assassinated three years before, leaving her a child. The boy Stradivari and the widow were married July 4, 1667, and on December 23d, a daughter named Julia was born. Francesca bore Stradivari six children. Her second child was a son named after her, Francesco; but Francesco died in infancy, and the name, in spite of the omen, was given to the next son, who followed his father's profession, but never married.

The Lovels of Arden--M. E. Braddon
She led him off to the phaeton triumphantly; while Frederick Armstrong was fain to find some vent for his admiration of his gifted wife's diplomacy in sundry winks and grins to the address of no one in particular, as he bustled to and fro between the terrace and the hall, arranging the mode and manner of the day's excursion--who was to be driven by whom, and so on.

The Lullaby--John R. Bolles
One day some little birds came peeping out,/ And then they opened wide their mouths for food;/ The yellow birds flew down and skipped about,/ And brought them something very nice and good./ Lullaby, lullaby!

The Lure of San Francisco
The Lure of San Francisco A Romance Amid Old Landmarks By Elizabeth Gray Potter and Mabel Thayer Gray

The Lyric--John Drinkwater
We come, then, to the consideration of this specific quality that distinguishes what we recognise as poetry from all other verbal expression. Returning for a moment to Paradise Lost, we find that here is a work of art of which the visible and external sign is words. That it has three qualities--there may be more, but it is not to the point--architectural power, moral exaltation and a sense of character, each of which, although it may be more impressive when presented as it were under the auspices of the poetic quality, can exist independently of it

The Magnetic North--Elizabeth Robins (C. E. Raimond)
Of course they were bound for the Klondyke. Every creature in the North-west was bound for the Klondyke. Men from the South too, and men from the East, had left their ploughs and their pens, their factories, pulpits, and easy-chairs, each man like a magnetic needle suddenly set free and turning sharply to the North; all set pointing the self-same way since that July day in '97, when the Excelsior sailed into San Francisco harbour, bringing from the uttermost regions at the top of the map close upon a million dollars in nuggets and in gold-dust.

The Maids Tragedy--Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher
Amint. I wonder much Melantius,/ To see those noble looks that make me think/ How vertuous thou art; and on the sudden/ 'Tis strange to me, thou shouldst have worth and honour,/ Or not be base, and false, and treacherous,/ And every ill. But--/

The Man From the Clouds--J. Storer Clouston
I did not wait for it to descend again. That somebody was striking at me from above and that I had better get out of the way seemed so evident that I spent no further time in watching the operation. I started from the cliff, my foot struck a patch of seaweed, and with a half smothered 'Damn!' I did the next few yards sliding seawards on my side. A peculiarly hard ledge stopped my career and for a moment I lay there wondering what bones were broken.

The Man Shakespeare--Frank Harris
I intend first of all to prove from Shakespeare's works that he has painted himself twenty times from youth till age at full length: I shall consider and compare these portraits till the outlines of his character are clear and certain; afterwards I shall show how his little vanities and shames idealized the picture, and so present him as he really was, with his imperial intellect and small snobberies; his giant vices and paltry self-deceptions; his sweet gentleness and long martyrdom. I cannot but think that his portrait will thus gain more in truth than it can lose in ideal beauty. Or let me come nearer to my purpose by means of a simile.

The Man Who Changed His Skin--Harry Stephen Keeler
He knew roughly about Bay View Street. Though had never actually been there. It was--at least so he had heard--a sort of cosmopolitan business street down on the water front, paved with cobblestones since otherwise it would never last under the pounding of traffic going to and from the Bay. Well, he would do well to go over there sometime today. For reasons other than what Mrs. Eliza Davis herself had covertly suggested. For this pistol, having been pawned once--and bought once--was pawnable again--or even sellable on the plea that it had been given him, or that he'd accidentally found it--which Lord knew he had!

The Man Who Never Forgot--C.S. Montanye
'Before I go into particulars,' he said smoothly, 'I want your word that we do divvy on it. It's a soft job and anybody who can handle soup can get away with it. Private house, family down in Florida for the winter. The stuff is jewelry, cash and bonds. I can get a floor plan of the place inside of twelve hours. It's the softest job that ever happened, and you're the guy that can handle it. Give me a buzz that I figure for half the stuff, and you're on!'

THE MAN WHO SAW THE DEVIL
Note: BY GASTON LEROUX; Translated and adapted by FRANK J. MORLOCK

The Man Whom the Trees Loved
1912

THE MARRIAGES
Note: From a story by Henry James, By Frank J. Morlock

The Marrow of Tradition
A party of Northern visitors had been staying for several days at the St. James Hotel. The gentlemen of the party were concerned in a projected cotton mill, while the ladies were much interested in the study of social conditions, and especially in the negro problem. As soon as their desire for information became known, they were taken courteously under the wing of prominent citizens and their wives, who gave them, at elaborate luncheons, the Southern white man's views of the negro, sighing sentimentally over the disappearance of the good old negro of before the war, and gravely deploring the degeneracy of his descendants.

The Mask
'It depends upon what you call serious. I paused to allow the spirit to take effect. It did me good. 'You remember what I told you about the strange sound which was uttered by the creature which robbed me in the train? I have heard that sound again.'

The Master Detective--Percy James Brebner
Now, one of the essentials in my profession is the ability to put the finger on the small mistakes a criminal makes when he endeavors to cover up his tracks. I suppose nine cases out of ten are solved in this way, and more often than not the thing left undone, unthought of, is the very one, you would imagine, which the criminal would have thought of first. I fancy the reason lies in the fact that the criminal does not believe he will be suspected. I said nothing to my chief about my visit to Gray's Inn last night.

The Masters of the Peaks--Joseph A. Altsheler
The Owl, with his warriors and captive, descended in time into the low country in the northwest. They, too, had been on snowshoes, but now they discarded them, since they were entering a region in which little snow had fallen, the severity of the weather abating greatly. Robert was still treated well, though guarded with the utmost care. The Indians, who seemed to be from some tribe about the Great Lakes, did not speak any dialect he knew, and, if they understood English, they did not use it. He was compelled to do all his talking with the Owl who, however, was not at all taciturn.

THE MERCHANT OF SMYRNA
Note: THE MERCHANT OF SMYRNA, BY DE CHAMFORT, Translated and adapted by FRANK J. MORLOCK

The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood--Howard Pyle
Now, you and I cannot go two ways at the same time while we join in these merry doings; so we will e'en let Little John follow his own path while we tuck up our skirts and trudge after Robin Hood. And here is good company, too; Robin Hood, Will Scarlet, Allan a Dale, Will Scathelock, Midge, the Miller's son, and others. A score or more of stout fellows had abided in the forest, with Friar Tuck, to make ready for the homecoming, but all the rest were gone either with Robin Hood or Little John.

The Middle of Things--J. S. Fletcher
'It may be--I'm not sure,' replied Mr. Pawle. 'As I say, I don't know how the succession runs in, this particular instance. There are, as you are aware, several peeresses in their own rights--twentyfour or five, at least. Some are very ancient peerages. I know that three--Furnivale and Fauconberg and Conyers--go right back to the thirteenth century; three others--Beaumont, Darcy da Knayth, and Zorch of Haryngworth--date from the fourteenth. I'm not sure of this Ellingham peerage--but I'll find out when I get back to my office. However, granting the premises, and if the peerage does continue in the female line, it will be as I say--this girl's the rightful holder of the title!'

The Middle Temple Murder--J.S. Fletcher
All this led up to the appearance of Mr. Aylmore, M.P., in the witness-box. And Spargo knew and felt that it was that appearance for which the crowded court was waiting. Thanks to his own vivid and realistic specials in the Watchman, everybody there had already become well and thoroughly acquainted with the mass of evidence represented by the nine witnesses who had been in the box before Mr. Aylmore entered it. They were familiar, too, with the facts which Mr. Aylmore had permitted Spargo to print after the interview at the club, which Ronald Breton arranged. Why, then, the extraordinary interest which the Member of Parliament's appearance aroused?

The Middy and the Moors
But what could human muscle and human will, however powerful, do against a rampant nor'wester? Very soon our hero was forced to rest upon his oars from sheer exhaustion, while his boat drifted slowly out to sea. Then the thought of his mother and Minnie flashed upon him, and, with a sudden gush, as it were, of renewed strength he resumed his efforts, and strained his powers to the uttermost--but all in vain.

The Minor French Novelists
The array is somewhat embarrassing; to the term 'minor novelists' a formidable host responds. Octave Feuillet, Gustave Flaubert, Ernest Feydeau, Edmond About, Mme. de Goncourt, Gustave Droz, the younger Dumas, Victor Cherbuliez, Erckmann-Chatrian---these are some of the names that immediately present themselves. All these names, with one exception (that of Alexandre Dumas), represent a constellation of romances more or less brilliant; and in their intervals glitters here and there a single star---some very clever tale by an author who has tried or succeeded but once.

The Minute Boys of the Mohawk Valley--James Otis
At that moment, while we were making the air ring with our shouts of triumph, I saw a figure emerge from that sinister pile of dead and maimed and come limpingly in the direction of the fort, moving evidently with great effort and slowly.

The Miracle and Other Poems--Virna Sheard
See! He gazeth evermore at the stage below;/ Noteth well the players as they quickly come and go;/ Queens and kings and maidens fair, motley fools and friars,/ Lords and ladies, stately dames, mounted knights and squires/

The Miracles of Antichrist--Translated from the Swedish of Selma Lagerlof
And when there was a pause in the music the handsome advocate Favara, who had been dressed in a black velvet coat and a big broad-brimmed hat and a bright red necktie, had gone up to Don Ferrante, and had pointed out over the open side of the square, where Etna and the sea lay. 'Don Ferrante,' he had said, 'you lift us toward the skies, just as Etna does, and you carry us away into the eternal, like the infinite sea.'

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The Mischief Maker
'My dear--my dear Julien!' the Duchess protested. 'This is all so foolish. Why should there be any mystery about Anne's whereabouts? I am not angry. I ought to be, perhaps, but you see I have guessed my dear girl's secret. I've felt for her terribly during the last few weeks, but it was so hard to know what to do. It seemed shocking at the time, but perhaps, after all, the course which she adopted was the wisest.'

The Money Moon--Jeffery Farnol
And here they paused, perhaps because of the witchery of the moon, perhaps to listen to the voice of the nightingale who sang on more gloriously than ever. Yet, though they stood so close together, their glances seldom met, and they were very silent. But at last, as though making up her mind, Anthea spoke:

The Moon-God Takes--Robert Leslie Bellem
This dancing girl was beautiful -- and perhaps he loved her because she looked like the girl he had killed. But she wanted too much...the thing he must carve out of the gray stone she worshipped!

The Moorland Cottage
The accountant came; and he and Mr. Henry were deeply engaged in the office for several days. Mr. Buxton was bewildered by the questions they asked him. Mr. Henry examined him in the worrying way in which an unwilling witness is made to give evidence. Many a time and oft did he heartily wish he had gone on in the old course to the end of his life, instead of putting himself into an agent's hands; but he comforted himself by thinking that, at any rate, they would be convinced he had never allowed himself to be cheated or imposed upon, although he did not make any parade of exactitude.

The Mountains of California--John Muir
There are two trees in the Sierra forests that are never blown down, so long as they continue in sound health. These are the Juniper and the Dwarf Pine of the summit peaks. Their stiff, crooked roots grip the storm-beaten ledges like eagles' claws, while their lithe, cord-like branches bend round compliantly, offering but slight holds for winds, however violent. The other alpine conifers--the Needle Pine, Mountain Pine, Two-leaved Pine, and Hemlock Spruce--are never thinned out by this agent to any destructive extent, on account of their admirable toughness and the closeness of their growth. In general the same is true of the giants of the lower zones.

The Moving Picture Boys at Panama
'I suppose it does look; as though we were rummaging in your things,' said Blake, deciding instantly that it was best to be frank. 'But we heard a curious ticking noise when we came down here, and we traced it to your bunk. We didn't know what it might be, and thought perhaps you had put your watch in the bed, and might have forgotten to take it out. We looked, and found this--'

The Mule--Harvey Riley
THE MULE A TREATISE ON THE BREEDING, TRAINING, AND USES TO WHICH HE MAY BE PUT.

The Murder Brain--Brant House
Weird white crosses were splashed upon the sidewalks of a terror-ridden city. And under each cross lay a man murdered without a motive. Agent X, the man of a thousand faces, set out to meet the murder master whose face was known only to the dead.

The Murder Monster--Brant House
A panic-stricken city shrank in horror from these death-dealing robots who were immune to bullets. Only Secret Agent "X" dared meet the challenge of these inhuman fiends and their master, The Murder Monster, whose pointed finger turned men and women into flaming agony.

The Mutineers--Charles Boardman Hawes
A tale of old days at sea and of adventures in the Far East as Benjamin Lathrop set it down some sixty years ago

THE MYSTERIOUS MR. I--Harry Stephen Keeler
I laughed. 'No! No indeed. The explanation of that, Doctor, is simply that coming into the Loop around midnight tonight--with my package there which I'd gotten on the West Side-I found it necessary--at least, advisable--to see a certain party. More or less on business.:My party was a woman. Booked at a certain hotel. But my party, unfortunately, was out on a 'party'--so I waited. And continued to wait. And being a sort of sticktoitive cuss--or a hopeless optimist!--I continued to wait--clear till

THE MYSTERIOUS VISITOR--R. AUSTIN FREEMAN
'Oh, there's nothing in it. He just went away for a holiday and he hasn't communicated with his friends very recently. That is all. What makes me a little uneasy is that there is a departure from his usual habits--he is generally a fairly regular correspondent--that seems a little significant in view of his personality. He is markedly neurotic and his family history is by no means what one would wish.'

The Mystery of Murray Davenport--Robert Neilson Stephens
Stephens' only modern detective yarn, one of the earliest such tales to incorporate the theme of plastic surgery to change identities. There was some years later a dramatization of this work written by Vincent Starrett, who wrote the play version at the request of the author's widow. (summary from Violet Books)

The Mystery Of The Boule Cabinet--Burton Egbert Stevenson
Subtitled: A Detective Story, but then, you probably knew that.

The Mystery of the Four Fingers--Fred M. White
His whole attention was now concentrated upon Fenwick, who presently tilted his glass of Curacoa dexterously into his coffee cup, and then stretched out his hand for the silver match box by his side. He was still talking to his companion while he fumbled for a match without looking at the little case in his hand. Suddenly he ceased to speak, his black eyes rivetted on the box. It fell from his fingers as if it had contained some poisonous insect, and he rose to his feet with a sudden scream that could be heard all over the room.

The Mystery--Stewart Edward White and Samuel Hopkins Adams
Captain Selover received as his due the most absolute and implicit obedience imaginable. When he condescended to give an order in his own person, the men fairly jumped to execute it. The matter had evidently been threshed out long ago. They did not love him, not they; but they feared him with a mighty fear, and did not hesitate to say so, vividly, and often, when in the privacy of the forecastle. The prevailing spirit was that of the wild beast, cowed but snarling still. Pulz and Thrackles in especial had a great deal to say of what they were or were not going to do, but I noticed that their resolution always began to run out of them when first foot was set to the companion ladder.

THE NAIL INSIDE--By H. E. Twinells
The terrifying mishap of an amateur carpenter, which in turn precipitated a mystery in a hospital.

The Nation in a Nutshell--George Makepeace Towle
Subtitled: A RAPID OUTLINE OF AMERICAN HISTORY.

The Native Born--I. A. R. Wylie
Nehal Singh wondered at his expression. The others were grave with the gravity of indifference, but this boy had his teeth set, and something in his eyes reminded Nehal Singh of a dog he had once seen confronted suddenly with an infuriated rattle-snake. It was the expression of hypnotized fear which held him back from intruding himself upon them, and he was about to retrace his steps quietly when the man who was seated next the balustrade turned and glanced so directly toward him that Nehal Singh thought his presence was discovered. The officer's next words showed, however, that his gaze had passed over Nehal Singh's head to the brightly lighted marquee on the other side of the compound.

The Naval War of 1812--Theodore Roosevelt
Chesapeake Bay became the principal scene of their operations; it was there that their main body collected, and their greatest efforts were made. In it a number of line-of-battle ships, frigates, sloops, and cutters had been collected, and early in the season Admiral Sir John Warren and Rear Admiral Cockburn arrived to take command. The latter made numerous descents on the coast, and frequently came into contact with the local militia, who generally fled after a couple of volleys. These expeditions did not accomplish much, beyond burning the houses and driving off the live-stock of the farmers along shore, and destroying a few small towns--one of them, Hampton, being sacked with revolting brutality.

The Night Land--William Hope Hodgson
Now, as you shall perceive, all mine utter despair was turned in a moment into an huge gladness and a great hope; so that it did seem to me that I should be with my dear One in but a little while. Yet was this an over-hope and expectation, and was not like to have a swift satisfying; for, truly, I was made aware of naught, save that I did perceive the shape of a great pyramid, going upward into the night.

THE NIGHT OF CHRISTMAS--
Note: By George Sand After E. T. A. Hoffman, Translated and adapted by Frank J. Morlock

The Nine-Tenths--James Oppenheim
But as he stood in his private office, looking out into the gray loft, and feeling how weird and swift are life's changes, the men turned on the electrics, and the floors and walls began their old trembling and the presses clanked and thundered. He could have wept. To Joe this moment of starting up had always been precious: it had seemed to bring him something he had missed; something that fitted like an old shoe and was friendly and familiar. All at once he felt as if he could not leave this business, could not leave these men.

The Non-Christian Cross--John Denham Parsons
Before going into such matters as these, however, it is important that we should fully realise how certain it is that the so-called Monogram of Christ was originally a Pagan symbol. For even if this be not considered demonstrated by its occurrence upon a Roman coin long before, according to our Church, the Christ caused Constantine to use it as the military standard of the Gauls, it is clearly shown by its occurrence upon many relics of pre-Christian date.

The Novels Of George Eliot
''But the partic'larest thing of all,' pursues Mr. Macey, 'is, as nobody took any notice on it but me, and they answered straight off 'Yes,' like as if it had been me saying 'Amen' i' the right place, without listening to what went before.'

The Obstacle Race--Ethel M. Dell
She saw his brows go up in surprise. He was about to speak, but she went on with more than a touch of embarrassment. 'Perhaps it sounds impertinent, but I believe I could help him in some ways,--if I had the chance. Anyhow, I should like to try. Please let him come and see me as often as he likes!'

The Old Bell Of Independence--Henry C. Watson
'But the little boy wants to hear a story about Washington,' said Wilson. 'Can't you tell him something about the man? I think I could. Any one who wants to appreciate the character of Washington, and the extent of his services during the Revolution, should know the history of the campaign of 1776, when every body was desponding, and thinking of giving up the good cause. I tell you, if Washington had not been superior to all other men, that cause must have sunk into darkness.'

The Old Gray Homestead--Frances Parkinson Keyes
'You'll make me cry if you talk to me like that!' she said quickly. 'Oh, Austin, I've countless things to say to you, but first of all I want to tell you that I'll never leave you like this again, that it's--just as real as I am, that you can have just as many days as you care to now, and that I'll spend them all showing you how much right you have!' And she threw her arms around his neck and drew his face down to hers, oblivious alike of Andre on the front seat and all the passing crowds on Fifth Avenue.

The Old Man in the Corner--Baroness Orczy
'Mr. Winslow, though terribly wrathful against his nephew, did not wish to keep him out of his home. As soon as he had received Schwarz's letter, he traced him, with Inspector Watson's help, to his lodgings in North Street, where the unfortunate young man meant to remain hidden until the terrible storm had blown over, or perhaps until the thief had been caught red-handed with the booty still in his hands.

The Old Things
THAT SHE desired to ask no questions Mrs. Gereth conscientiously proved by closing her lips tight after Fleda had gone to London. No letter from Ricks arrived at West Kensington, and Fleda, with nothing to communicate that could be to the taste of either party, forbore to open a correspondence. If her heart had been less heavy, she might have been amused to perceive how much rope this reticence of Ricks seemed to signify to her that she could take. She had, at all events, no good news for her friend save in the sense that her silence was not bad news. She was not yet in a position to write that she had 'cut in;' but neither, on the other hand, had she gathered material for announcing that Mona was undisseverable from her prey.

The Only Thing Necessary ...
Alex paced through his apartment. This wasn't right. There had to be something he could do. He couldn't allow Taylor to threaten Imogen and Danny. He couldn't. There had to be something he could do to solve the problem, something that would get rid of Taylor without endangering the woman he loved.

The Open Door, and the Portrait
He waved his thin hand with a sort of indignation. 'Then, father, I am not ill,' he cried. 'Oh, I thought when you came you would not stop me,--you would see the sense of it! What do you think is the matter with me, all of you? Simson is well enough; but he is only a doctor. What do you think is the matter with me? I am no more ill than you are. A doctor, of course, he thinks you are ill the moment he looks at you--that's what he's there for--and claps you into bed.'

The Orange-Yellow Diamond--J. S. Fletcher
'Very well,' continued Purdie. 'Then I want to make a suggestion to you. It seems to me that the wisest course is for you and me to go straight to the police authorities, and tell them frankly that Lauriston has gone to get evidence that those rings are really his property, and that he'll return in a day or two with that evidence. That will probably satisfy them--I think I can add a bit more that will help further. We don't want it to be thought that the lad's run away rather than face a possible charge of murder, you know!'

The Orations of Marcus Tullius Cicero, Volume 4
The cause which prompted our most fearless and excellent consuls to submit a motion on the first of January, concerning the general state of the republic, arose from the decree which the senate passed by my advice on the nineteenth of December. On that day, O Romans, were the foundations of the republic first laid. For then, after a long interval, the senate was free in such a manner that you too might become free.

The Outdoor Chums--Captain Quincy Allen
Full title: The Outdoor Chums, The First Tour of the Rod, Gun and Camera Club

The Outdoor Girls of Deepdale
She glanced over her shoulder as she put the question, and there nearly followed an accident, for Amy was running, and the look back caused her to stumble. Betty, who was racing beside her, just managed to save her chum from a bad fall. All the girls were running--running as though their lives depended on their speed. Luckily they wore short, walking skirts, which did not hinder free movement, and they really made good speed.

The Outstation--William Somerset Maugham
Mr. Warburton watched the development of the situation with acrid humour. Cooper's clerk was unable to persuade Malay, Dyak or Chinese to enter the house of such a master. Abas, the boy who remained faithful to him, knew how to cook only native food, and Cooper, a coarse feeder, found his gorge rise against the everlasting rice. There was no water-carrier, and in that great heal he needed several baths a day. He cursed Abas, but Abas opposed him with sullen resistance and would not do more than he chose. It was galling to know that the lad stayed with him only because the Resident insisted

The Pain Master's Bride--Rexton Archer
At the bottom of the steps leading to the boulevard, Neymores met Jasper Felps, a man who occupied the apartment adjacent to his. Neymores detained him. 'Have you seen the exhibit yet?' he asked. Jasper Felps snarled: 'Hell, yes! what a nightmare! And that thing made by Xavier. I'll never get it out of my mind! But knowing who made it, I'm not surprised.'

The Parables Of The Saviour--Anonymous
There was a judge, who fear'd not God,/ Nor yet regarded man;/ There came to him a widow poor,/ His judgment to obtain.

The Parvenue
From the church door I stepped into the carriage. Having once and again been folded in my dear mother's embrace, the wheels were in motion, and we were away. I looked out from the window; there was the dear group: my old father, white-headed and aged, in his large chair; my mother, smiling through her tears, with folded hands and upraised looks of gratitude, anticipating long years of happiness for her child; Susan and Lawrence standing side by side, unenvious of my greatness, happy in themselves; my sisters conning over with pride and joy the presents made

The Pawns Count
'Murdered, if you'd like the whole thrill,' Lutchester continued. 'Of course, we didn't get many particulars in the wireless, but we gathered that he was shot by some one passing him in a more powerful car on a lonely stretch of the Great North Road.'

The Peace Negotiations--Robert Lansing
M. Clemenceau's words caused a decided sensation among the delegates already in Paris and excited much comment in the press. The public interest was intensified by the fact that President Wilson had but a day or two before, in an address at Manchester, England, denounced the doctrine of 'the balance of power' as belonging to the old international order which had been repudiated because it had produced the conditions that resulted in the Great War.

The Pearl Box--"A Pastor"
The Pearl Box Containing One Hundred Beautiful Stories for Young People (give or take 30).

The Pearl Story Book--Mrs. Colman
The Pearl Story Book A Collection of Tales, Original and Selected

The Penance of Magdalena--J. Smeaton Chase
Full title: The Penance of Magdalena and Other Tales of the California Missions

The People of the Fourth Dimension--S.B.H. Hurst
'Why--why didst thou fear the ink? Did my lord think that I, his slave, would play him some trick?' This was exactly the suspicion that had been in Sesson's mind, although it had not quite risen to the surface where words would have given it form. Thus, being an intangible thing, the girl's distress had blown it away, leaving in its place a feeling that he had treated her brutally. Besides, he knew that while he looked upon ink and crystal-gazing as merely aids to auto-hypnosis, methods of reflecting pictures in the subconscious and thus bringing them into conscious view, the girl considered everything so revealed as objective truths--believed them to be glimpses into the future, warnings, divine messages, and what not.

The Personal Touch--J. Wilbur Chapman
'This morning, the very first man I met, I was constrained to speak to about Jesus. I introduced myself by asking him if he had been to the mission. He said, 'Yes, I was at the Grand Theatre last Sunday afternoon.' 'Well,' I said, 'did you give your heart to the Lord?' 'No,' he replied, 'I did not.' I said 'Why?' 'Because I missed my opportunity,' was his answer. I said to Him, 'Will you do it now?' 'Do it now!' he exclaimed.

The Picture Season In London
These exhibitions give a great impression of the standing art-wealth of Great Britain, and of the fact that, whether or no the English people have painted, the rest of the world has painted for them. They have needed pictures; it is ungracious to look too narrowly at the grounds of the need. Formerly it was supplied almost exclusively by the lordly operation of purchase; now it is gratified by the simpler process of paying a shilling to an extremely civil person in a front shop and passing into certain maroon-draped penetralia, where the London daylight is most artfully economized, and where a still more civil person supplies you with a neat literary explanation of the pictures, majestically printed on cardboard, and almost as clever as an article in a magazine.

The Pilgrims of New England--Mrs. J. B. Webb
Full title: The Pilgrims of New England, A Tale Of The Early American Settlers

The Pirate City
To say that Mrs Langley was dumbfounded is but a feeble way of expressing the state of her mind. Although a lady of great moral courage, and accustomed from infancy to self-control, she felt, on first beholding her timid little daughter, strongly disposed to seize Fatma by the hair of the head, and use her as a bludgeon wherewith to fell her Algerine mother; but, remembering the dignity of her position as, in some sort, a reflected representative of the British Empire in these parts, and also recalling to mind the aptitude of Algerine gentlemen to tie up in sacks and drown obstreperous Algerine ladies, she restrained herself, bit her lips, and said nothing.

The Pirates of Malabar--John Biddulph
THE PIRATES OF MALABAR AND AN ENGLISHWOMAN IN INDIA TWO HUNDRED YEARS AGO

The Poetical Works Of Alexander Pope, Vol. 1
Ye Nymphs of Solyma! begin the song:/ To heavenly themes sublimer strains belong./ The mossy fountains, and the sylvan shades,/ The dreams of Pindus and the Aonian maids,/ Delight no more--O Thou my voice inspire /

The Poetical Works of John Dryden, Vol I
Were I the inventor, who am only the historian, I should certainly conclude the piece with the reconcilement of Absalom to David. And who knows but this may come to pass? Things were not brought to an extremity where I left the story: there seems yet to be room left for a composure; hereafter there may be only for pity. I have not so much as an uncharitable wish against Achitophel, but am content to be accused of a good-natured error, and to hope with Origen, that the devil himself may at last be saved.

The Port of Adventure--Charles Norris Williamson and Alice Muriel Williamson
She appeared to him radiant as a being from a higher planet. Never could she be content with his world, he had told himself. Dimly and wordlessly he had felt that here was a creature who had reached an orchidlike perfection through a long process of evolution, and generations of luxury. The earth was her playground. Men in Greenland hunted seal, and in Russia beautiful animals died, merely that she should have rich fur to fold round her shoulders. In the South perfumes were distilled for her.

The Portent and Other Stories
Perhaps she was tired of me. Perhaps her new studies filled her mind with the clear, gladsome morning light of the pure intellect, which always throws doubt and distrust and a kind of negation upon the moonlight of passion, mysterious, and mingled ever with faint shadows of pain. I walked as in an unresting sleep. Utterly as I loved her, I was yet alarmed and distressed to find how entirely my being had grown dependent upon her love; how little of individual, self-existing, self-upholding life, I seemed to have left; how little I cared for anything, save as I could associate it with her.

The Positive School of Criminology--Enrico Ferri
In these two tendencies you have a photographic reproduction of the two schools of criminology. The classic school, which looks upon the crime as a juridical problem, occupies itself with its name, its definition, its juridical analysis, leaves the personality of the criminal in the background and remembers it only so far as exceptional circumstances explicitly stated in the law books refer to it: whether he is a minor, a deaf-mute, whether it is a case of insanity, whether he was drunk at the time the crime was committed.

The Postmaster's Daughter--Louis Tracy
'I saw, or fancied I saw, her face at that window,' he said. 'She looked in on me about ten minutes to eleven. I was hard at work, but the vision, as it seemed then, was so weird and unexpected, that I went straight out and searched for her. Perhaps 'searched' is not quite the right word. To be exact, I opened the French window, stood there, and listened. Then I persuaded myself that I was imagining a vain thing, and came in.'

The Power and the Glory--Grace MacGowan Cooke
All week in Johnnie the white flame of purpose burned out every consciousness of weariness, of bodily or mental distaste. The preposterously long hours, the ill-ventilated rooms, the savage monotony of her toil, none of these reached the girl through the glow of hope and ambition. Physically, the finger of the factory was already laid upon her vigorous young frame; but when Sunday morning came, though there was no bellowing whistle to break in on her slumbers, she waked early, and while nerve and muscle begged achingly for more sleep, she rose with a sense of exhilaration which nothing could dampen.

The Powers and Maxine--Charles Norris Williamson
'Yes, I think it does,' I answered, doubtfully. 'I'm afraid I shouldn't know the difference. This may be a little thicker than the other, but--I can't be sure. And, you see, I never once had a chance to unbutton my coat and look at the thing I had in this inner pocket. It would have attracted too much attention to risk that; and as a matter of fact, I was especially warned not to do it. I could trust only to the touch. But even granting that, by a skill almost clever enough for sleight of hand--a skill which only the smartest pickpocket in Europe could possess--why should a thief who had stolen my letter-case give me instead a string of diamonds worth many thousands of pounds?

The Present Literary Situation In France
The great historians are dead, then---the last of them went with Renan; the great critics are dead---the last of them went with Taine; the great dramatists are dead---the last of them. went with Dumas; and, of the novelists of the striking group originally lathered by the Second Empire, Émile Zola is the only one still happily erect. The present men, in different quarters, are the younger---so much the younger that Zola, among them, rises almost like a patriarch. This is the case even with the critics---the race which, as a general thing, is least accountable for itself when positively young.

The Price of Things--Elinor Glyn
They both tried to talk of ordinary things for the few moments before that meal was announced, and then some kind of devilment seemed to come into Amaryllis--nothing could have been more seductive or alluring than her manner, while keeping to strict convention. The bright pink colour glowed in her cheeks and her eyes sparkled. She could not have accounted for her mood herself. It was one of excitement and interest.

The Primadonna--F. Marion Crawford
She was rather incoherent, and Lady Maud took the paper from her hand quietly, and found the article at once. It was as 'horrid' as the Primadonna said it was. No names were given in full, but there could not be the slightest mistake about the persons referred to, who were all clearly labelled by bits of characteristic description. It was all in the ponderously airy form of one of those more or less true stories of which some modern weeklies seem to have an inexhaustible supply, but it was a particularly vicious specimen of its class so far as Mr. Van Torp was concerned.

The Principal Navigations, v2
The Principal Navigations, Voyages, Traffiques, and Discoveries of the English People, v. 2 Northeastern Europe and Adjacent Countries. Part 1. Tartary

The Principal Navigations, v7--Richard Hakluyt
The Principal Navigations, Voyages, Traffiques, and Discoveries of The English Nation, v. 7: England's Naval Exploits Against Spain

The Profiteers
Wingate, notwithstanding his iron nerve, awoke with a start, in the grey of the following morning, to find his heart pounding against his ribs and a chill sense of horror stealing into his brain. Nothing had happened or was happening except that one cry,--the low, awful cry of a man in agony. He sat up, switched on the electric light by his side and gazed at the round table, his fingers clenched around the butt of his pistol. Dredlinton, from whom had come the sound, had fallen with his head and shoulders upon the table. His face was invisible, only there crept from his hidden lips a faint repetition of the cry,--the hideous sob, it might have been, as of a spirit descending into hell.

The Prose Marmion--Sara D. Jenkins
THE PROSE MARMION A TALE OF THE SCOTTISH BORDER ADAPTED FROM SCOTT'S 'MARMION'

The Public Orations of Demosthenes, volume 1
Now although I know perfectly well, men of Athens, that to speak to you about one's own earlier speeches, and about oneself, is a practice which is always extremely repaying, I feel the vulgarity and offensiveness of it so strongly, that I shrink from it even when I see that it is necessary. I think, however, that you will form a better judgement on the subject on which I am about to speak, if I remind you of some few of the things which I have said on certain previous occasions.

The Public Orations of Demosthenes, volume 2
Now if it is possible for the city to remain at peace--if the decision rests with us (that I may make this my starting-point)--then, I say that we ought to do so, and I call upon any one who says that it is so to move his motion, and to act and not to defraud us.[n] But if another with weapons in his hands and a large force about him holds out to you the name of peace, while his own acts are acts of war, what course remains open to us but that of resistance? though if you wish to profess peace in the same manner as he, I have no quarrel with you.

The Public vs. M. Gustave Flaubert
Here we are not concerned with a newspaper article, but entirely with a romance, which begins the first of October, finishes the fifteenth of December, and is composed of six numbers, in the Revue de Paris, 1856. What is to be done in such a case? What is the duty of the Public Ministry? To read the whole romance? That is impossible. On the other hand, to read only the incriminating texts would expose us to deep reproach. They could say to us: If you do not show the case in all its parts, if you pass over that which precedes and that which follows the incriminating passages, it is evident that you wish to suppress the debate by restricting the ground of discussion.

THE PUPIL
Note: Adapted from a story by Henry James by Frank J. Morlock

The Quest of Happy Hearts--Kathleen Hay
The old lady smiled, as she looked around on the eager faces. She was thinking of Mr. Greyson, the children's grandfather, who had known better days, but on account of reverses, had been so reduced, that he had come out from the city and asked work of her as a forester. Old Peter Greyson was proud and would have nothing except what he earned.

The Raid From Beausejour--Charles G. D. Roberts
Full title: The Raid From Beausejour; And How The Carter Boys Lifted The Mortgage

The Ramblin' Kid--Earl Wayland Bowman
The Ramblin' Kid, while going from barn to corral, glanced across the valley and saw Carolyn June and Skinny as they rode along the ridge. It was two miles from the ranch to the bluff on which they were riding, but so clear was the rain-washed air that the horses and riders were easily recognized. He watched them until they reached the corner of the upland pasture. There the roads from the lower and upper fords came together. The couple turned north along the fence and disappeared beyond the ridge.

The Rangeland Avenger--Max Brand
'And maybe I ain't.' Sinclair brushed the entire argument away into a thin mist of smoke. 'Now, look here, Cold Feet, I'm about to go to sleep, and when I sleep, I sure sleep sound, taking it by and large. They's times when I don't more'n close one eye all night, and they's times when you'd have to pull my eyes open, one by one, to wake me up. Understand? I'm going to sleep the second way tonight. About eight hours of the soundest sleep you ever heard tell of.'

The Rape of the Lock and Other Poems
Fairest of mortals, thou distinguish'd care/ Of thousand bright Inhabitants of Air!/ If e'er one vision touch.'d thy infant thought,/ Of all the Nurse and all the Priest have taught;/

The Rayner-Slade Amalgamation--J. S. Fletcher
'That's just what I was going to suggest,' he said. 'There's no good to be done hanging about here. Let's get on to the scene of operations. If Miss Lennard's maid has stolen her jewels, she's probably had some hand in the theft from my cousin. We must find her. Now, then, let me come in. I'll look up the train, settle up with these hotel folk, and we'll be off. You give your attention to your packing, Miss Lennard, and leave the rest to me--you won't mind travelling the night?'

The Red Flower--Henry Van Dyke
Poems Written in War Time

The Red Rover
As Wilder approached the 'Foul Anchor,' he beheld every symptom of some powerful excitement existing within the bosom of the hitherto peaceful town. More than half the women, and perhaps one fourth of all the men, within a reasonable proximity to that well known inn, were assembled before its door, listening to one of the former sex, who declaimed in tones so shrill and penetrating as not to leave the proprietors of the curious and attentive countenances, in the outer circle of the crowd, the smallest rational ground of complaint on the score of impartiality.

The Refugees--Arthur Conan Doyle
His companion, however, large-limbed and strong, turning his bold and yet thoughtful face from side to side, and eagerly taking in all the strange, new life amidst which he found himself, was also a type, unfinished, it is true, but bidding fair to be the higher of the two. His close yellow hair, blue eyes, and heavy build showed that it was the blood of his father, rather than that of his mother, which ran in his veins; and even the sombre coat and swordless belt, if less pleasing to the eye, were true badges of a race which found its fiercest battles and its most glorious victories in bending nature to its will upon the seas and in the waste places of the earth.

The Reign of Greed--Jose Rizal
But he suddenly checked himself, as if he had said too much and wished to correct his imprudence. 'The government has given us things that we have not asked for, and that we could not ask for, because to ask--to ask, presupposes that it is in some way incompetent and consequently is not performing its functions. To suggest to it a course of action, to try to guide it, when not really antagonizing it, is to presuppose that it is capable of erring, and as I have already said to you such suppositions are menaces to the existence of colonial governments.

The Rivet in Grandfather's Neck--James Branch Cabell
'I think you are a jackass-fool,' Miss Stapylton said, crisply, 'and a fortune-hunter, and a sot, and a travesty, and a whole heap of other things I haven't, as yet had time to look up in the dictionary. And I think--I think you call yourself an English gentleman? Well, all I have to say is God pity England if her gentlemen are of your stamp! There isn't a costermonger in all Whitechapel who would dare talk to me as you've done! I would like to snatch you bald-headed, I would like to kill you--And do you think, now, if you were the very last man left in all the world that I would--No, don't you try to answer me, for I don't wish to hear a single word you have to say. Oh, oh! how dare you!'

The Road to Damascus--August Strindberg
MOTHER. Do. I want to speak seriously to you. I was malicious last night; you must forgive me. It's because of that I need religion; just as I need the penitential garment and the stone floor. To spare you, I'll tell you what nightmares are to me. My bad conscience! Whether I punish myself or another punishes me, I don't know. I don't permit myself to ask. (Pause.) Now tell me what you saw in your room.

The Rock of Chickamauga
Like all boys of the great valley, Dick always felt the romance and spell of the Mississippi. It was to him and them one of the greatest facts in the natural world, the grave of De Soto, the stream on which their fathers and forefathers had explored and traded and fought since their beginnings. Now it was fulfilling its titanic role again, and the Union fleets upon its bosom were splitting the Confederacy asunder.

The Romance Of Certain Old Clothes
Towards each other, however, they were somewhat more on the offensive. They were good sisterly friends, betwixt whom it would take more than a day for the seeds of jealousy to sprout and bear fruit; but the young girls felt that the seeds had been sown on the day that Mr. Lloyd came into the house. Each made up her mind that, if she should be slighted, she would bear her grief in silence, and that no-one should be any the wiser; for if they had a great deal of love, they had also a great deal of pride.

The Romance of Zion Chapel [3d ed.]--Richard Le Gallienne
With her dark hair hanging about her face, and in that light, there was something weird and unearthly about her, as though she were already dead and had risen in her shroud. Something of a shiver went through him, as she put her thin arms round his neck and clutched him in a sudden agony of longing. All the strength of her poor little body seemed to pass into that kiss, so eager, so convulsive. 'Jenny dear, it will make you so ill; lie down, little girl'--and Jenny fell back on her pillow exhausted and coughing, and with eyes unearthly bright.

The Rome Express--Arthur Griffiths
'I had my suspicions from the first, and I will tell you why. At Laroche the car emptied, as you may have heard; every one except the Countess, at least, went over to the restaurant for early coffee; I with the rest. I was one of the first to finish, and I strolled back to the platform to get a few whiffs of a cigarette. At that moment I saw, or thought I saw, the end of a skirt disappearing into the sleeping-car. I concluded it was this maid, Hortense, who was taking her mistress a cup of coffee. Then my brother came up, we exchanged a few words, and entered the car together.'

The Roof of France--Matilda Betham-Edwards
Here and there are patches of potatoes, buckwheat and rye, the yellow and green breaking the gray surface of the rocky waste; not a habitation, not a living creature, is in sight. Before us and around stretch desert upon desert of bare limestone, the nearer undulations cold and slaty in tone, the remoter taking the loveliest, warmest dyes --gold brown, deep orange, just tinted with crimson, reddish purple and pale rose. We are on the threshold of the true Caussien region. Sterility of soil, a Siberian climate, geographical isolation, here reach their climax, whilst at the base of these lofty calcareous tablelands lie sequestered valleys fertile fields and flowery gardens, oases of the Lozerien Sahara.

The Room in the Dragon Volant
This man had come as noiselessly as a ghost; and everything he did was accomplished with the rapidity and decision that indicated a well-defined and pre-arranged plan. His designs were evidently sinister. I thought he was going to rob and, perhaps, murder me. I lay, nevertheless, like a corpse under his hands. He inserted his hand in my breast pocket, from which he took my precious white rose and all the letters it contained, among which was a paper of some consequence to me.

The Roswell Tiara--Jacques Futrelle
Mrs. Roswell produced it from her hand bag. It was a glittering, glistening thing, a triumph of the jeweller's art, intricate and marvellously delicate in conception yet wonderfully heavy with the dead weight of pure gold. A single splendid diamond of four or five carats blazed at its apex, and radiating from this were strings of smaller stones. One was missing from its setting. The prongs which had held it were almost straight from the force used to pry out the stone. The Thinking Machine studied the gorgeous ornament in silence.

The Rover Boys at College
Full title: THE ROVER BOYS AT COLLEGE OR THE RIGHT ROAD AND THE WRONG

The Royal Game of the Ombre--The Royal Game of the Ombre
By this you see first that the Spadillio, or Ace of Spades is always the first Card, and alwayes Trump, be the Trump what suit soever; and the Basto, or Ace of Clubs alwayes the third. Secondly, the of Black, there are but eleven Trumps, and of Red twelve. Thirdly, that the Red Ace enters into the fourth place when it is Trump, and then is called the Punto, otherwise 'tis only rank'd after the Knave, and is only call'd the Ace. Fourthly, that (excepting the Deuces of Black, and Sevens of Red, which are call'd the Mallilio's, and are alwayes the second Cards when they are Trumps) the least small Cards of the Red are alwayes best, and the greatest of the Black.

THE RUNAWAY ASTEROID--Michael D. Cooper
'We've certainly been doing a lot of that on this outing! The past couple of weeks have seemed about pointless! Just about all we've been doing is bouncing from place to place! We blasted off from Eagle City to the Asteroid Belt and then went right back to Mars. Then back to Ceres in the Asteroid Belt. Then to Montezuma's Castle and on to Z25. And we complete our mission just in time to get captured by the enemy! Now we're being taken to this 'secret asteroid' where Lurton Zimbardo has his base and I'll bet anything we're going right back to where we started--where we lost track of that ship we were chasing into the Belt!'

THE RUSE IN COCAINE ALLEY--By WILLIAM MAHONEY
IT was unseasonably cold for October. The chill had reddened Vance Corey's oversized nose and ears, and his tall, spare frame shivered frequently within the thin folds of his topcoat. He eyed enviously the heavy ulster draping the short, rotund form of his partner. Mose McCluskey would be wearing a heavy ulster--the heel!

The Saint's Tragedy--Charles Kingsley
Lady. For one thing--/ Yestreen I passed her in the open street,/ Following the vocal line of chanting priests,/ Clad in rough serge, and with her soft bare feet/ Wooing the ruthless flints; the gaping crowd/ Unknowing whom they held, did thrust and jostle

The Scarlet Ace--Theodore A. Tinsley
His devilish cunning mocked the power of the law...he was the Scarlet Ace! Not until he blasted the one who had failed did they know the menace of his hidden hand.

The Sea Horses
Each time the boat went ashore, it brought sad news, that first this and then that one had gone the Long Road; but it was chiefly the children that interested Nebby. Each time that his Granfer came up out of the depths, Nebby would dance round him impatiently, until the big helmet was unscrewed; then would come his inevitable, eager question:--

The Second Deluge--Garrett P. Serviss
'Oh, to think that all that beauty, all those great palaces filled with the master-works of art, all those proud architectural piles, all that scene of the most joyous life that the earth contained, is now become the dwelling-place of the terrible fauna of the deep, creatures that never saw the sun; that never felt the transforming force of the evolution which had made the face of the globe so glorious; that never quitted their abysmal homes until this awful flood spread their empire over the whole earth!'

The Second William Penn--William H. Ryus
Subtitled: A true account of incidents that happened along the old Santa Fe Trail in the Sixties.

The Secret of the Tower--Anthony Hope
Mary shook her head. 'No; you go, you two,' she said. 'I'm tired, and I want to think.' She passed her hand across her eyes. She seemed to wipe away the mists of sleep. Her face suddenly grew animated and exultant. 'No, I don't want to think! I know!' she exclaimed emphatically.

The Secrets Of The Great City--Edward Winslow Martin
Subtitled: A Work Descriptive of the Virtues and the Vices, the Mysteries, Miseries and Crimes of New York City

The Shadow of Doctor Syn
Well--there it was. He had been hanged by the neck until he was dead, by some person or persons unknown--to wit--the Scarecrow, which the jury found on one was able to do anything about, since the Army, the Navy, the Revernue and Bow Street Runners, to say nothing of private enterprise, had all been after him for years and failed to catch this notorious malefactor.

The Shih King---Trans. James Legge
Heaven protects and establishes thee. It grants thee all excellence, So that thine every matter is right, And thou receivest every Heavenly favour. It sends down to thee long-during happiness, Which the days are not sufficient to enjoy.

The Shrieking Pool--G. T. Fleming-Roberts
His black brows, contrasting with the white of his skin, beetled over piercing, black-bean eyes. 'My brother Perry saw the monster,' he said, addressing Larry, 'or rather he saw the fore-feet of the thing. That was when Jim Droon said he was going to break the jinx of Black Pool and go for a swim. That was eight days ago. Does that mean anything to you, Larry?'

The Sky Line of Spruce--Edison Marshall
Both guards would have felt instantly, instinctively friendly toward him if they had been free to feel at all. Instead they were held and amazed by the apparent fact that at the first scrutiny of the man's outline, his carriage and his droll, wrinkled face, the prisoner Kinney was moved and stirred as if confronted by the risen dead.

The Slave Of The Lamp--Henry Seton Merriman
She stopped suddenly and handed him two letters, which he took slowly, and apparently forgot to thank her, saying nothing at all. There was a peculiar expression of dawning surprise upon his face, and he studied the envelopes in his hand without reading a word of the address. Presently he raised his eyes and glanced at Hilda. She was holding a letter daintily between her two forefingers, cornerwise, and with little puffs of her pouted lips was spinning it round, evidently enjoying the infantile amusement immensely.

The Slim Princess--George Ade
Never in all her life had she walked out alone. The sweet privilege of courting adventure had been denied her. And yet she felt, on this morning, an almost intimate acquaintance with the outside world, for had she not talked with a valorous young man who could leap over high walls and subdue giants and pay compliments? He had thrown a sudden glare of romance across her lonesome pathway. The few minutes with him seemed to encompass everything in life that was worth remembering. She told herself that already she liked him better than any other young man she had met, which was not surprising, for he had been the first to sit beside her and look into her eyes and tell her that she was beautiful.

The Snow-Drop--Sarah S. Mower
But death, who feeds on tears and woe,/ Beheld this happy youthful hand;/ Then bade his pale companion go/ And smite them with his with'ring hand./

The Solitary of Juan Fernandez--Joseph Xavier Saintine
THE SOLITARY OF JUAN FERNANDEZ; OR, THE REAL ROBINSON CRUSOE BY THE AUTHOR OF PICCIOLA. TRANSLATED FROM THE FRENCH BY ANNE T. WILBUR

The Sorrows of a Show Girl--Kenneth McGaffey
'It came off last night. I was out to supper with a couple of gentlemen--Wilbur and an-another gent. We were so busy talking things over that I didn't get to the theater until the middle of the first act. My, I never saw a man so peevish as that stage manager. I had no more than exchanged the courtesies of the day with the stage doorkeeper and asked after his sick child than that mut-faced sneeze that calls himself a stage manager had the nerve to rush up an fine me five dollars. Wha'da you think of that?

The Soul of Democracy
The Soul of Democracy The Philosophy Of The World War In Relation To Human Liberty

The South Sea Whaler
'Don't be cast down, Walter,' said Mr Shobbrok. 'It is evident that they must have built a raft and left the ship. We must do what we can, while time is allowed us, to build one for ourselves. We must be quick about it, for before long the fire will reach the magazine, and we must take care to be at a safe distance before then.' Saying this, he rushed into the cabin, and returned with a couple of axes. One he gave to Walter, and the other he took himself, and they both began cutting away at the taffrail and quarter rail.

The Spanish Gypsy
I know not whether George Eliot has any enemies, nor why she should have any; but if perchance she has, I can imagine them to have hailed the announcement of a poem from her pen as a piece of particularly good news. 'Now, finally,' I fancy them saying, 'this sadly overrated author will exhibit all the weakness that is in her; now she will prove herself what we have all along affirmed her to be,---not a serene, self-directing genius of the first order, knowing her powers and respecting them, and content to leave well enough alone, but a mere showy rhetorician, possessed and prompted, not by the humble spirit of truth, but by an insatiable longing for applause.'

The Spartan Twins--Lucy (Fitch) Perkins
Under the arcade in the court there was a small wooden table. Chloe and Daphne lifted it and brought it near the fire. Then they brought a plain wooden bench that also stood under the thatch and placed it beside the table. They arranged cushions of lamb's wool upon the bench, and near the foot set a low stool. Daphne brought the dishes, and when everything was ready, Lydia sent Chloe to call her husband and the Stranger, while she herself went out to the farm-yard. She found Dion and Argos sitting side by side on the wood-pile in dejected silence.

The Spectator, Volume 1
It is with much Satisfaction that I hear this great City inquiring Day by Day after these my Papers, and receiving my Morning Lectures with a becoming Seriousness and Attention. My Publisher tells me, that there are already Three Thousand of them distributed every Day: So that if I allow Twenty Readers to every Paper, which I look upon as a modest Computation, I may reckon about Threescore thousand Disciples in London and Westminster, who I hope will take care to distinguish themselves from the thoughtless Herd of their ignorant and unattentive Brethren.

The Spectator, Volume 2
There is nothing more ordinary, than that a Man who is got into a considerable Station, shall immediately alter his manner of treating all his Friends, and from that Moment he is to deal with you as if he were your Fate. You are no longer to be consulted, even in Matters which concern your self, but your Patron is of a Species above you, and a free Communication with you is not to be expected. This perhaps may be your Condition all the while he bears Office, and when that is at an End, you are as intimate as ever you were, and he will take it very ill if you keep the Distance he prescribed you towards him in his Grandeur.

THE SPIRIT OF FRANCE--S. B. H. Hurst
The Spirit of France danced on, puzzled, irritated, vastly curious. About what thing were they talking? Their hairy faces were grouped together. They had even laid aside their pipes. . . . The Spirit of France changed the rhythm of her dancing. She moved like a leaf before vagrant puffs of wind . . . slowly. Pausing, and bending, and moving again. In sleepy cadence she danced before Mohamet Ali and his lieutenants....

The Spirit of St. Francis de Sales--Jean Pierre Camus
He goes on to say: 'It is a very good thing to mistrust ourselves, but at the same time how will that avail us, unless we put our whole confidence in God, and wait for His mercy? It is right that our daily faults and infidelities should cause us self-reproach when we would appear before our Lord; and we read of great souls, like St. Catherine of Siena and St. Teresa, who, when they had been betrayed into some fault, were overwhelmed with confusion. Again, it is reasonable that, having offended God, we should out of humility and a feeling of confusion, hold ourselves a little in the background.

The Spirit of the Age--William Hazlitt
Mr. Gifford has no pretensions to be thought a man of genius, of taste, or even of general knowledge. He merely understands the mechanical and instrumental part of learning. He is a critic of the last age, when the different editions of an author, or the dates of his several performances were all that occupied the inquiries of a profound scholar, and the spirit of the writer or the beauties of his style were left to shift for themselves, or exercise the fancy of the light and superficial reader. In studying an old author, he has no notion of any thing beyond adjusting a point, proposing a different reading, or correcting, by the collation of various copies, an error of the press.

The Spread Eagle and Other Stories--Gouverneur Morris
There appeared in Forrest's right hand, which had seemed empty, which had seemed not to move or to perform in any celeritous and magic manner, a very small, stubby, nickel pistol, with a caliber much too great for it, and down whose rifled muzzle the earl found himself gazing. The earl was startled. But he said, 'I was mistaken, sir; you are not a horse thief.' As mysteriously as it had come, the wicked little derringer disappeared. Forrest's hands remained innocently in plain view of all.

The Star Kings--Edmond Hamilton
As Commander of the Empire navy, Corbulo had received the report of the capture of Gordon and Lianna. The arch traitor had known that he must not let Gordon return to Throon with what he knew. So he had swiftly come here and ordered the two captives brought aboard his own flagship, to do away with them before they could tell what they knew.

The Stars Are Still There--Stewart Edward White
The moment we give the law of complement its full and literal value many puzzling things are explained. Why, for instance, as so many correspondents complain, does help, attention, aid, even just decent interest on the part of our Invisibles-our Guardian Angels so to speak-seem so capricious? Anybody with the slightest experience can report on that. Sometimes we seem wholly abandoned in a mess that one would think must impel the most misanthropic to lend a hand. There is no sense to it-if these Invisibles are really our friends who wish us well. And yet they seem to have the power to help us if they choose.

The Store Boy
Ben started, and turning suddenly, recognized in spite of the darkness, the tramp who had attempted to rob him during the day. He paused, uncertain whether he was not going to be attacked, but the tramp laughed reassuringly.

The Stories of the Three Burglars--Frank Richard Stockton
But I had business to attend to before I could go upstairs. In thinking over and arranging this plan for the capture of burglars, I had carefully considered its various processes, and had provided against all the contingencies I could think of; therefore I was not now obliged to deliberate what I should do. 'Keep your eye on them,' said I to David, 'and if one of them moves be ready for him. The first thing to do is to tie them hand and foot.'

The Story and Song of Black Roderick--Dora Sigerson
Never did she sit by his knee when he drew his chair by the fire, weary from the chase, nor lean beside him while he slept, to wonder at her happiness. Down the great halls she went, looking through the narrow windows on the outside world, as a brown moth flutters at the pane, weary of an imprisonment that had in its hold the breath of death.

The Story of a Masterpiece
'Exactly, but not at all in that sentimental tone. I took him to Mrs. Denbigh; they found they were sixth cousins by marriage; he came to see us the next day, and insisted upon our going to his studio. It was a miserable place. I believe he was very poor. At least Mrs. Denbigh offered him some money, and he frankly accepted it. She attempted to spare his sensibilities by telling him that, if he liked, he could paint her a picture in return. He said he would if he had time. Later, he came up into Switzerland, and the following Winter we met him in Paris.'

The Story of Little Black Mingo--Helen Bannerman
'I'm not afraid of Muggers!' said the Mongoose; and he sat down and began to crack the eggs, and eat the little muggers as they came out. And he threw the shells into the water, so that the old Mugger should not see that any one had been eating them. But he was careless, and he left one eggshell on the edge, and he was hungry and he ate so many that the pile got much smaller, and when the old Mugger came back he saw at once that some one had been meddling with them.

The Story of the Champions of the Round Table
Now foremost of all those queens was Queen Morgana le Fay (who was King Arthur's sister, and a potent, wicked enchantress, of whom much hath been told in the Book of King Arthur), and besides Queen Morgana there was the Queen of North Wales, and the Queen of Eastland, and the Queen of the Outer Isles.

The Story of the Invention of Steel Pens--Henry Bore
'THE METAL PENS OF 1823.--In a badly-constructed and unsanitary manufactory (Mr. James Collins's), at the back of 119 Suffolk Street, (Birm.), I witnessed the process of making silver and steel pens. As both metals were manufactured in the same manner, one description will serve. It will be remembered by a few that at that time there was a patent silver pencil case somewhat extensively manufactured, which in addition to the pencil, had a penknife, pen and toothpick provided.

The Story of the Malakand Field Force--Winston S. Churchill
The episode with which this chapter is concerned is one that has often occurred on the out-post line of civilisation, and which is peculiarly frequent in the history of a people whose widespread Empire is fringed with savage tribes. A small band of soldiers or settlers, armed with the resources of science, and strengthened by the cohesion of mutual trust, are assailed in some isolated post, by thousands of warlike and merciless enemies. Usually the courage and equipment of the garrison enable them to hold out until a relieving force arrives, as at Rorke's Drift, Fort Chitral, Chakdara or Gulistan. But sometimes the defenders are overwhelmed, and, as at Saraghari or Khartoum, none are left to tell the tale.

The Story of the Other Wise Man--Henry van Dyke
Artaban dismounted. The dim starlight revealed the form of a man lying across the road. His humble dress and the outline of his haggard face showed that he was probably one of the poor Hebrew exiles who still dwelt in great numbers in the vicinity. His pallid skin, dry and yellow as parchment, bore the mark of the deadly fever which ravaged the marsh-lands in autumn. The chill of death was in his lean hand, and, as Artaban released it, the arm fell back inertly upon the motionless breast.

The Strand Magazine--Edited by George Newnes
Volume VII, Issue 37. January, 1894.

The Stranger of the Night--By Edgar Wallace
The rain was pouring down but he did not notice it; he was hocked, paralysed by his knowledge. He had broken into a warehouse because she had laughed to scorn his attempt at reformation. He had tried to go straight and she had made him go crooked. . . and then, when the job was done, with all the old cleverness so that he left no trace of his identity, she had gone straight away to the police and put him away. But that was nothing.

THE STRIKE By A. G. Nory
Note: Translated and adapted by FRANK J. MORLOCK

The Suburbs Of London
They seem to have time enough, in all conscience; why should they be in such a hurry to begin? Here you catch that 'leisured class' the absence of which is so often pointed out to you as the distinguishing feature of our awkward civilization, and the existence of which in England is, to many good Americans, a source of envy, admiration, and despair---here you catch it in the very act, as it were; and you may stroll about and envy and admire it as much as you find warrant for. It is very good looking, very well dressed; it sits very quietly, looking without eagerness at passing things, and talking about them without striking animation.

The Sweetheart Of M. Briseux
To this unexpectedly flattering conclusion, of course, she was slow in coming; it was the result of the winter we passed together after Harold had 'turned his attention,' as his mother always publicly phrased it, 'to art.' He had declared that we must immediately go abroad that he might study the works of the masters. His mother, I believe, suggested that he might begin with the rudiments nearer home. But apparently he had mastered the rudiments, for she was overruled and we went to Rome. I don't know how many of the secrets of the masters Harold learned; but we passed a delightful winter.

The Sword of Welleran and Other Stories--Lord Dunsany
Now Oneleigh stands in a wide isolation, in the midst of a dark gathering of old whispering cedars. They nod their heads together when the North Wind comes, and nod again and agree, and furtively grow still again, and say no more awhile. The North Wind is to them like a nice problem among wise old men; they nod their heads over it, and mutter about it all together. They know much, those cedars, they have been there so long. Their grandsires knew Lebanon, and the grandsires of these were the servants of the King of Tyre and came to Solomon's court.

The Sylphs of the Season--Washington Allston
The Sylphs of the Season with Other Poems

The System of Nature, Vol. 1--Baron D'Holbach
In what experimental philosophers have styled the THREE ORDERS OF NATURE, that is to say, the mineral, the vegetable, and animal worlds, they have established, by the aid of motion, a transmigration, an exchange, a continual circulation in the particles of matter. Nature has occasion in one place, for those particles which, for a time, she has placed in another. These particles, after having, by particular combinations, constituted beings endued with peculiar essences, with specific properties, with determinate modes of action, dissolve and separate with more or less facility; and combining in a new manner, they form new beings.

The System of Nature, Vol. 2--Baron D'Holbach
As this agent was invisible, as his mode of action was inconceivable, he made him a spirit, a word that really means nothing more than that he is ignorant of his essence, or that he acts like the breath of which he cannot trace the motion. Thus, in speaking of spirituality, he designated an occult quality, which he deemed suitable to a concealed being, whose mode of action was always imperceptible to the senses.

The Tailed Men--Arthur o Friel
Yes, that is a useless wish. But your remark, senhor, brings to my mind a memory of the strangest creatures I ever saw--creatures so queer that perhaps you will not believe me when I tell of them. Yet the tale will pass the time while we lounge here on the steamer's deck, and anything which kills the tedium of this long journey down the Amazon is worthwhile.

The Tale of Sandy Chipmunk--Arthur Scott Bailey
Sandy Chipmunk ate them right on the spot. And he began to feel very happy. He had noticed that Uncle Sammy tossed the ear of corn into a basket which stood beneath the table. And the basket was full of corn. Sandy could reach it just as easily from the front of the table as Uncle Sammy could from behind it.

The Talkie Murder--Albert Edward Ullman
Sudden Darkness--the Grim Hand of Death Strikes--And the Unknown Murderer There on the Movie Lot!

The Talleyrand Maxim--J. S. Fletcher
Nesta, left alone, gave herself up to deep thought, and to a careful reckoning of her position. She was longing to confide in some trustworthy person or persons, for Pratt's revelations had plunged her into a maze of perplexity. But her difficulties were many. First of all, she would have to tell all about the terrible charge brought by Pratt against her mother. Then about the second which he professed to--or probably did--hold. What sort of a secret could it be? And supposing her advisers suggested strong measures against Pratt--what then, about the danger to her mother, in a twofold direction?

The Theatre Francaise
Whence, it may be asked, does the society derive it's light and it's inspiration? From the past, from precedent, from tradition---from the great unwritten body of laws which no one has in his keeping, but many in their memory, and all in their respect. The principles on which the Théâtre Français rests are a good deal like the common law of England---a vaguely and inconveniently registered mass of regulations which time and occasion have welded together, and from which the recurring occasion can usually manage to extract the rightful precedent.

The Theory of Social Revolutions--Brooks Adams
Municipal law, to be satisfactory, should be a body of abstract principles capable of being applied impartially to all relevant facts, just as Marshall and Jay held it to be. Where exceptions begin, equality before the law ends, as I have tried to show by the story of King David and Uriah, and therefore the great effort of civilization has been to remove judges from the possibility of being subjected to a temptation, or to a pressure, which may deflect them from impartiality as between suitors.

THE THING that DINED on DEATH--JOHN H. KNOX
Madness Rules a Crypt of Corruption Where Dead Mouths are Sated with Dripping Flesh!

The Thinking Machine--Jacques Futrelle
This, then, was the acrimonious beginning of the discussion which aroused chess masters and brought open dissent from eminent men who had not dared for years to dispute any assertion by the distinguished Professor Van Dusen. It was arranged that at the conclusion of the championships Professor Van Dusen should meet the winner. This happened to be Tschaikowsky, the Russian, who had been champion for half a dozen years.

The Thorogood Family
Like some of those in the shipwreck, she did not at first believe in the fire-escape. She could not trust. She would not leap. While in that condition there was no hope for her, but God put it into her heart to trust. She leaped, and was saved!

The Three Cities Trilogy: Lourdes--Emile Zola
In front, on the east, was Old Lourdes, lying in a broad fold of the ground beyond a rock. The sun was rising behind the distant mountains, and its oblique rays clearly outlined the dark lilac mass of that solitary rock, which was crowned by the tower and crumbling walls of the ancient castle, once the redoubtable key of the seven valleys. Through the dancing, golden dust you discerned little of the ruined pile except some stately outlines, some huge blocks of building which looked as though reared by Cyclopean hands; and beyond the rock you but vaguely distinguished the discoloured, intermingled house-roofs of the old town.

The Three Cities Trilogy: Paris--Emile Zola
Then the Chief of the Detective Force told the whole story: how Detective Mondesir, on being warned by a secret agent that the Anarchist Salvat was in a tavern at Montmartre, had reached it just as the bird had flown; then how chance had again set him in presence of Salvat at a hundred paces or so from the tavern, the rascal having foolishly loitered there to watch the establishment; and afterwards how Salvat had been stealthily shadowed in the hope that they might catch him in his hiding-place with his accomplices.

The Three Impostors--Arthur Machen
He was pondering these problems one evening in a house of call in the Strand, and the obstinacy with which the persons he so ardently desired to meet hung back gave the modest tankard before him an additional touch of bitter. As it happened, he was alone in his compartment, and, without thinking, he uttered aloud the burden of his meditations. `How bizarre it all is!' he said, `a man walking the pavement with the dread of a timid-looking young man with spectacles continually hovering before his eyes. And there was some tremendous feeling at work, I could swear to that.'

The Three Overcoats--Jacques Futrelle
Professor Augustus S. F. X. Van Dusen receded still farther into the depths of a huge chair, and sat for a long time with his squint eyes turned upward, and finger tips pressed together. At last he broke the silence. 'You have given me every known fact?'

The Torrents of Spring
Slightly different version.

The Trade Union Woman--Alice Henry
One of the least encouraging features of trade unionism among women in the United States has been the small need of success which has attended efforts after organization in the past, especially the lack of permanence in such organizations as have been formed. In the brief historical review it has been shown how fitful were women's first attempts in this direction, how limited the success, and how temporary the organizations themselves

The Tragedies of the Medici--Edgcumbe Staley
Francesco denounced Lorenzo and his Government with unmeasured scorn, and, careless of restraint, threatened that 'he would be even with him, even though it cost him his life.' Macchiavelli says: 'He was the most unscrupulous of his family.' 'A man of blood,' Agnolo Poliziano called him, 'who, when he meditated any design, went straight to his goal, regardless of morality, religion, reputation and consequences.'

The Tragedy of the Life Raft--Jacques Futrelle
The slender thread which held sordid soul to withered body was severed that night by a well-aimed bullet. Promptly at eight o'clock Walpole had arrived, and gone straight to the room where Peter Ordway sat propped up on a sofa. Nearly an hour later the old millionaire's one servant, Mrs. Robinson, answered the doorbell, admitting Mr. Franklin Pingree, a well-known financier. He had barely stepped into the hallway when there came a reverberating crash as of a revolver shot from the room where Peter Ordway and his secretary were.

The Trail Book--Mary Austin et al
'That was a hundred years before my time, and is a Telling of the Lenni-Lenape. In the Red Score it is written, the Red Score of the Lenni-Lenape. When my home was in the village there, the Five Nations held all the country between the lakes and the Mohican-ittuck. But there were many small friendly tribes along the borders, Algonquian mostly.'

The Travels of Marco Polo Volume 1
Including the unabridged third edition (1903) of Henry Yule's annotated translation, as revised by Henri Cordier; together with Cordier's later volume of notes and addenda (1920)

The Trespasser
A little breeze came down the cliffs. Sleep lightened the lovers of their experience; new buds were urged in their souls as they lay in a shadowed twilight, at the porch of death. The breeze fanned the face of Helena; a coolness wafted on her throat. As the afternoon wore on she revived. Quick to flag, she was easy to revive, like a white pansy flung into water. She shivered lightly and rose.

The Triple Alliance--Harold Avery
Thurston's resignation, as might have been expected, gave rise to a considerable amount of excitement and conflicting opinion. Nearly every boy in the school saw clearly that he was both unworthy and unfitted to fulfil the duties of a prefect, but the peculiar circumstances under which he had, as 'Rats' put it, been given 'notice to quit,' caused a large number of his schoolfellows to side with him, and condemn the action of the captain. Only a few of the general public knew exactly what the row had been.

The True Story of Ah Q--Lu Xun
After Ah Q had kowtowed and complied with the Chao family's terms, he went back as usual to the Tutelary God's Temple. The sun had gone down, and he began to feel that something was wrong. Careful thought led him to the conclusion that this was probably because his back was bare. Remembering that he still had a ragged lined jacket, he put it on and lay down, and when he opened his eyes again the sun was already shining on the top of the west wall. He sat up, saying, 'Curse it. . . .'

The Turkey--W.E. Johns
Biggles waited for no more. Ducking under the outstretched arm of the farmer, who made a half-hearted attempt to stop him, he scrambled over the hedge into the field where he had left the machine. His foot caught in a briar, and he sprawled headlong; but the bird, which he had no intention of relinquishing, broke his fall, and he was up again at once.

The Turquoise Cup, and, The Desert--Arthur Cosslett Smith
'My lord,' said the cardinal, 'if the cup were mine, I have a fancy that I would give it to you, with my blessing and my best wishes; but when you ask me to sell it to you, it is as though you asked your queen to sell you the Kohinoor. She dare not, if she could. She could not, if she dare. Both the diamond and the cup were, doubtless, stolen. The diamond was taken in this century; the cup was looted so long ago that no one knows. A sad attribute of crime is that time softens it. There is a mental statute of limitations that converts possession into ownership.

The Two Amperes
Jean-Jacques Ampère, as has been said, had a genius for friendship. He never married, but in the course of his life he had two extremely characteristic affections for women. The object of the first was Mme. Récamier, whose acquaintance he made in his twentieth year (in 1820), and to whom he remained devoted until her death, in 1849. The object of the second was a certain Mme. L----, with whom he became intimate in 1853, in Rome. This lady was a young widow, in feeble health, obliged to spend her winters in the south, where she was accompanied by her parents and her little girl.

THE TWO FRIENDS
Note: THE TWO FRIENDS BY CARMONTELLE Translated and Adapted by FRANK J. MORLOCK

The Underdog--F. Hopkinson Smith
I gave no sign of her presence. It is dangerous to break down the reserve of silence, which is often the only barrier between an out-door painter and the crowds that surround him. Persisted in, it not only compels their respect, even to the lowering of their voices and the tip-toeing in and out of the circle about you, but shortens the time of their visits, a consummation devoutly to be wished. So I worked on in silence, never turning toward this embodiment of one of Boutet do Monvel's drawings, whose absorbed face I could see out of one corner of my eye.

The United States Since The Civil War--Charles Ramsdell Lingley
The enthusiasm which the independent Republicans were manifesting for Cleveland was balanced by the hostility of elements within his party. As Governor he had exercised his veto power with complete disregard for the effect on his own political future. He had, for example, vetoed a popular measure reducing fares on the New York City elevated railroad, basing his objections on the ground that the bill violated the provisions of the fundamental railroad law of the state. He was opposed by Tammany Hall, led by John Kelley, who declared that the labor element disliked him.

The Unspeakable Gentleman--John P. Marquand
I mounted unmolested, as I somehow knew I should, and helped her up behind me. Somehow with that first crash on our front door, I knew that the game had turned. I knew that nothing would stop me. An odd sense of exaltation came over me, and with it a strange desire to laugh. It would be amusing enough when I met my father, but I wondered--I wondered as I clapped my heels into my horse's flanks. What had my uncle to do in this affair

The Untamed
Dust powdered his hat and clothes as Tex Calder trotted his horse north across the hills. His face was a sickly grey, and his black hair might have been an eighteenth century wig, so thoroughly was it disguised. It had been a long ride. Many a long mile wound back behind him, and still the cattle pony, with hanging head, stuck to its task. Now he was drawing out on a highland, and below him stretched the light yellow-green of the willows of the bottom land. He halted his pony and swung a leg over the horn of his saddle.

The Uprising of a Great People--Count Agenor de Gasparin
The Uprising of a Great People The United States in 1861. To Which is Added a Word of Peace on the Difference Between England the United States.

The Vanishing Man--R. Austin Freeman
'And that was not all,' he continued; 'for, at the same moment, I lost my only brother, my dearest, kindest friend. He disappeared--vanished off the face of the earth; but perhaps you have heard of the affair. The confounded papers were full of it at the time.'

The Velvet Glove--Henry Seton Merriman
'We must remember,' said the Count, 'that she never knew him. It will pass. I saw the incident from this window. There is no door at this side of the house. I should, as you know, have had to go round by the Paseo del Ebro. To render help was out of the question. I went down afterwards, however, when help had come and the dying man had been carried away--by a friar, Marcos! I had seen something fall from the hand of the murdered man. I went down into the street and picked it up. It was the sword-stick which Juanita sent to her father for the New Year.'

The Vicar's Daughter--George MacDonald
Connie was now a thin, pale, delicate-looking--not handsome, but lovely girl. Her eyes, some people said, were too big for her face; but that seemed to me no more to the discredit of her beauty than it would have been a reproach to say that her soul was too big for her body. She had been early ripened by the hot sun of suffering, and the self-restraint which pain had taught her. Patience had mossed her over and made her warm and soft and sweet.

The Village in the Mountains
The Village in the Mountains; Conversion of Peter Bayssiere; and History of a Bible

The Visioning--Susan Glaspell
She had come to think of Ann, not as a hard-and-fast, all-finished product, but as something fluid, certainly plastic. It was as if anything could be poured into Ann, making her. A dream could be woven round her, and Ann could grow into that dream. That was a new fancy to Kate; she had always thought of people more as made than as constantly in the making. It opened up long paths of wondering. To all sides those paths were opening in those days--it was that that made them such eventful days. Down this path strayed the fancy how much people were made by the things which surrounded them--the things expected of them.

The Visits of Elizabeth--Elinor Glyn
They asked also about England, and was it really true that when we went to a ball we stayed with our danseurs till the next dance? I said I had not been to a ball yet, but had always heard that is what one did. One of the friends is quite nice-looking, but with such dirty nails. It appears you don't wash much till you are married, it is not considered bien vu, in fact rather lance, and you can't have fine under-clothes, it has all got to be as unattractive as possible, and that shows you are as good as gold and will make a nice wife.

The Vizier of the Two-Horned Alexander--Frank R. Stockton
'A horrible suspicion now seized upon me. Could I have drained the contents of the spring of inestimable value? Could I, without knowing it, have deprived my king of the great prize for which he had searched so long, with such labor and pains? Of course I was certain of nothing, but I bowed before Alexander, and told him that I had found an insignificant little puddle at the place, that I had tasted it and found it was nothing but common water, and in quantity so small that it scarcely sufficed to quench my thirst. If he would consent to camp in the shade, and wait a few hours, water would trickle again into the little basin, and fill it, and he could see for himself that this could not be the spring of which he was in search.

The Walrus Hunters
Yet the nature of their voyage was such that white men might have deemed verbal intercourse an occasional necessity, as their route lay through much rugged and wild scenery, where the streams up which they had to force their way were in some places obstructed by rapids and shallows, and a mistake on their part might have brought sudden disaster and ruin. For their canoe was deeply laden with the furs which they had secured during the labours of the past winter, and on the sale of which to the fur-traders depended much of their and their families' felicity or misery during the winter which was to come.

The Wanderers
The day was spent in making some preparations for the voyage and in exchanging provisions, the skipper generously offering to leave the cask of biscuits, some herrings, and a couple of bottles of his beloved schiedam with my father. 'If we find the mouth of a river, and believe that we can easily sail up it, we will return for you, as it might take us some weeks to complete our craft, and you would not wish to live up the tree all that time,' he said.

The War and Democracy
My apology for inflicting so many unfamiliar details upon the reader is that the key to the whole situation lies in Austria-Hungary, and that upon the fate of its provinces and races in this war depends to a very great extent the question whether the new Europe which is to issue from this fiery ordeal is to be better than the old Europe which is crumbling in ruins before our eyes. For the moment a thick fog of war obscures this point of view; but the time will assuredly come when it will emerge in its true perspective.

The Warriors--Anna Robertson Brown Lindsay
What Christianity has not emphasized in the past, but what it must now begin to emphasize, is the reality of dominion--its value, and its relation to the kingdom of God. For centuries, religion has too often been thought of, too often spoken of, as if it were the last resource of the heart, A brilliant young professor of psychology not long ago referred to religion as something to flee to, by those who were disappointed in love! We have spoken so much of 'giving up,' that the Christian life has wrongly seemed to mean the giving-up of one's individuality, interests, powers. As well might we expert the deep sea to give up its rolling tides, or the air to give up its four winds, as to expect the heart of man to part with its human hopes!

The Water of the Wondrous Isles
Hah, thrall! said the lady, thou art bold; thou art over-bold, thou naked wretch, to bandy words with me. What heed I thy tale now thou art under my hand? Her voice was cold rather than fierce, yet was there the poison of malice therein. But Birdalone spake: If I be bold, lady, it is because I see that I have come into the House of Death. The dying may well be bold.

The Way of Peace--James Allen
Hidden deep in every human heart, though frequently covered up with a mass of hard and almost impenetrable accretions, is the spirit of Divine Love, whose holy and spotless essence is undying and eternal. It is the Truth in man; it is that which belongs to the Supreme: that which is real and immortal. All else changes and passes away; this alone is permanent and imperishable; and to realize this Love by ceaseless diligence in the practice of the highest righteousness, to live in it and to become fully conscious in it, is to enter into immortality here and now, is to become one with Truth, one with God, one with the central Heart of all things, and to know our own divine and eternal nature.

The Weight of Reputation--Harrison R. Howard
Small wonder indeed that the erstwhile lonely ranger found himself enjoying the situation immensely. His immediate caution restrained him from actively questioning how it had all come about; his curiosity was submerged in a tide of contentment. Unconsciously a pardonable bit of swagger came into his bearing; he carried himself among his fellow men as befitted one of imposing position.

The Wendigo
The sound dropped upon him out of that still, wintry sky with an effect of dismay and terror unsurpassed. The rifle fell to his feet. He stood motionless an instant, listening as it were with his whole body, then staggered back against the nearest tree for support, disorganized hopelessly in mind and spirit. To him, in that moment, it seemed the most shattering and dislocating experience he had ever known, so that his heart emptied itself of all feeling whatsoever as by a sudden draught.

The Westcotes--Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch
But the scene impressed her sharply, and she carried away a very lively picture of it. The old Roman villa had been built about a hollow square open to the sky, and this square now formed the great hall of Bayfield. Deep galleries of two stories surrounded it, in place of the old colonnaded walk. Out of these opened the principal rooms of the house, and above them, upon a circular lantern of clear glass, was arched a painted dome. Sheathed on the outside with green weather-tinted copper, and surmounted by a gilt ball, this dome (which could be seen from the Axcester High Street when winter stripped the Bayfield elms) gave the building something of the appearance of an observatory.

The White Wasp--Arthur J. Burks
Vengeance Grooms Many Strange Steeds That Murder May Ride; But None As Strange As The One Loosed In Chinatown To Sear The Mark Of Bei Tu On The Brain Of Dorus Noel.

The White Waterfall--James Francis Dwyer
I sprang forward while the shriek of pain was still vibrating in the air, but the native was determined to have revenge for the rap from the iron pin. A knife flashed in the moonlight, and I staggered as the blade touched my forehead like a tongue of flame. A dark figure dashed along the deck toward the forecastle, and brushing the blood from my eyes I started in pursuit.

The Widow O'Callaghan's Boys--Gulielma Zollinger
After a little further talk between the two General Brady said: 'There is another matter I wish to mention. Mrs. O'Callaghan has set her heart on having Pat graduate from the public school. He could do so easily in another year, but with his strong mercantile bent, and taking into consideration the struggle his mother is obliged to make to keep him there, I don't think it best. For, while Pat supports himself, he can do nothing to help at home. I ask you to give him one evening out a week, Mr. Farnham, and I will direct his reading on that evening. If I can bring him up and keep him abreast of the times, and prevent him from getting into mischief, he'll do.'

The Wife of his Youth
The Wife of his Youth and Other Stories of the Color Line, and Selected Essays

The Wild Man of the West--R.M. Ballantyne
While Gibault was gazing at this scene with mingled feelings of anxiety, rage, and horror, the whole band of Indians suddenly sprang to their feet and seized their weapons. Almost at the same moment Bounce strode into the circle of light and deposited his cask on the ground. Then, making signs of peace, he advanced towards one of the Indians, who, from his dress and appearance, seemed to be the chief, and presented him with a piece of tobacco. The chief accepted the gift in silence.

The Willows
1907

The Witch Hare
The unfortunate man was thus completely bewildered. He knew not what to do; he became moody and stupid; his sleep forsook him by night, and all day he wandered about the fields, among his 'fairy-stricken' cattle like a maniac.

THE WITCH OF VENICE--DOROTHY QUICK
The Bag of Skin Brought Strange Powers to Those Who Held It In Their Grasp-- and with It Came a Sinister Heritage!

The Wolf's Long Howl--Stanley Waterloo
This question, not a new one, baffling in its mystery and chilling to the marrow, George Henry classed with another he had heard somewhere: 'Who is more happy: the hungry man who can get nothing to eat, or the rich man with an overladen table who can eat nothing?' The two problems ran together in his mind, like a couple of hounds in leash, during many a long night when he could not shut out from his ears the howling of the wolf. He often wondered, jeering the while at his own grotesque fancy, how his neighbors could sleep with those mournful yet sinister howlings burdening the air, but he became convinced at last that no one heard the melancholy solo but himself.

The Wonderful Adventures of Nils--Selma Lagerloef
And over and around all these cliffs and rocks crawl entangled tendrils and weeds. Trees grow there also, but the wind's power is so great that trees have to transform themselves into clinging vines, that they may get a firm hold on the steep precipices. The oaks creep along on the ground, while their foliage hangs over them like a low ceiling; and long-limbed beeches stand in the ravines like great leaf-tents.

The Wonderful Bed--Gertrude Knevels
After some discussion Rudolf and Ann agreed that the very nicest thing to do would be to make a tent out of the bedclothes, and seeing Peter was again inclined to nod, they shook him awake and sternly insisted on his joining in the game. By tying the two upper corners of the covers to the posts at the head of the great bed a splendid tent was quickly made, bigger than any the children had ever played in before, so big that Rudolf, who was to lead the procession into its white depths, began to feel just the least little bit afraid,--of what he hardly knew. How high the white walls rose!

The Wood Devil Thing--Gordon McCreagh
A weird, hair-raising story of a terrible Thing, a strange presence that acted without leaving a trace--that came and went mysteriously, and showed a vicious vindictiveness that boded ill for the luckless victim who fell into it's power. A story redolent with the breath of Burmese jungles

The Words of a Little Child
When the door was broken open, and the crowd came streaming into the room, they found the woman in what was afterwards described as 'a pool of blood,' on the floor, with her husband's knife lying at her side. Mr. Drewett was standing near her, himself all drabbled with blood, his clothing in disorder, looking distraught and wild enough to have been guilty of a dozen murders. Apart from the wounds which she had received from the knife, the woman was convulsed with agony; the 'mixture' was beginning already to take effect.

The Works of Aphra Behn, Vol. II
Contains: ABDELAZER; OR, THE MOOR'S REVENGE; THE YOUNG KING; OR, THE MISTAKE; THE CITY HEIRESS; OR, SIR TIMOTHY TREAT-ALL; THE FEIGN'D CURTEZANS; OR, A NIGHT'S INTRIGUE;--edited by MONTAGUE SUMMERS

The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb (Vol. 6)
THE LETTERS OF CHARLES AND MARY LAMB 1821-1842

The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb, Vol. 5
Coleridge, I feel myself much your debtor for that spirit of confidence and friendship which dictated your last letter. May your soul find peace at last in your cottage life! I only wish you were but settled. Do continue to write to me. I read your letters with my sister, and they give us both abundance of delight. Especially they please us two, when you talk in a religious strain,--not but we are offended occasionally with a certain freedom of expression, a certain air of mysticism, more consonant to the conceits of pagan philosophy, than consistent with the humility of genuine piety.

The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb, Volume 2
I have been trying all my life to like Scotchmen, and am obliged to desist from the experiment in despair. They cannot like me--and in truth, I never knew one of that nation who attempted to do it. There is something more plain and ingenuous in their mode of proceeding. We know one another at first sight. There is an order of imperfect intellects (under which mine must be content to rank) which in its constitution is essentially anti-Caledonian. The owners of the sort of faculties I allude to, have minds rather suggestive than comprehensive.

The Works of Samuel Johnson, LL.D, VIII
THE RAMBLER. VOL. II.

The Works of Samuel Johnson, Vol. 10
Parlimentary Debates I.

The Works of Samuel Johnson, Vol. 11
Parlimentary Debates II.

The Works of Samuel Johnson, Vol. 6
Reviews, Political Tracts, and Lives of Eminent Persons

The World of Waters--Mrs. David Osbourne
THE WORLD OF WATERS, OR, A Peaceful Progress o'er the Unpathed Sea.

The World Turned Upside Down--Anonymous
To hear of a Frenchman eating a frog, is no news;/ But to see a butcher stuck by a hog, is strange indeed!

The World War and What was Behind It--Louis P. Benezet
Frederick the Great, regretting the fact that he was separated from his land in East Prussia by the county of West Prussia, which was part of Poland, proposed to his old enemy, Maria Theresa of Austria, and to the Empress Catharine II of Russia that they each take a slice of Poland. This was accordingly done, in the year 1772. Poor Poland was unable to resist the three great powers around her, and the other kings of Europe, who had been greedily annexing land wherever they could get it, stood by without a protest.

The World's Greatest Books, Vol III
Coningsby was the orphan child of the younger of the two sons of Lord Monmouth. It was a family famous for its hatreds. The elder son hated his father, and lived at Naples, maintaining no connection either with his parent or his native country. On the other hand, Lord Monmouth hated his younger son, who had married against his consent a woman to whom that son was devoted. Persecuted by his father, he died abroad, and his widow returned to England.

The World's Greatest Books, Vol IV
FICTION (G).

The World's Greatest Books, Vol VI
FICTION, (L-M)

The World's Greatest Books, Vol VII--Various
VOL. VII FICTION (Peacock-Scott)

The World's Greatest Books, Vol. I
In THE WORLD'S GREATEST BOOKS an attempt has been made to effect a compendium of the world's best literature in a form that shall be at once accessible to every one and still faithful to its originals; or, in other words, it has been sought to allow the original author to tell his own story over again in his own language, but in the shortest possible space.

The World's Greatest Books, Volume V
Fiction, H.

The Worlds Greatest Books, VII
Fiction

The Worshipper of the Image--Richard Le Gallienne
No wonder Beatrice had been frightened. Was there some mysterious life in the thing, after all? Why should these indefinite forebodings come over him as he looked at her!--But he was growing as childish as Beatrice. Surely midnight, a dark wood, a lantern, and a death-mask, with two owls whistling to each other across the valley, were enough to account for any number of forebodings! But Antony shivered, for all that, as he locked the door and hastened back again down the wood.

The YELLOW CURSE--By LARS ANDERSON
A Cry of Anguish in the Fog-Choked Darkness Brings Arn Flannery to a Scene of Ghastly Evil

The Yellow Streak--Valentine Williams
'The glazier from Stevenish'--Bude's voice breathed the words hoarsely in Wright's ear--'is coming to-morrow morning to put the window in. He wouldn't come to-day, him being a chapel-goer and religious. It was there we found poor Mr. Parrish--d'you see, sir, just between the window and the desk!'

The Young Buglers
The next day, the bulk of Beresford's army returned to the neighborhood of Badajos, which they again invested, while a long convoy of wounded started for Lisbon. The Scudamores accompanied it as far as Campo Major, where a large hospital had been prepared for those too ill to bear the journey. Peter was still unconscious. Fever had set in upon the day after the battle, and for three weeks he lay between life and death.

The Young Captives
A Narrative of The Shipwreck and Suffering of John and William Doyley

The Young Laird and Edinburgh Katy
Now wat ye wha I met yestreen/ Coming down the street, my Jo,/ My mistress in her tartan screen,/ Fow bonny, braw and sweet, my Jo.

The Young Mother--William A. Alcott
Full title: THE YOUNG MOTHER, OR MANAGEMENT OF CHILDREN IN REGARD TO HEALTH. (1836)

The Young Rajah
'Oh, no!' he replied; 'they are as bad as they can be; and the resident will put them all to rights when he arrives, and save me a vast amount of trouble. In the meantime you may amuse yourselves with hunting. There must be an abundance of game in the neighbourhood, as the tigers alone, I am told, carry off at least a dozen peasants a week; and there are deer, bears, and wild boars without number. You will find it a perfect huntsman's paradise.'

The Young Trail Hunters--Samuel Woodworth Cozzens
THE YOUNG TRAIL HUNTERS; OR, THE WILD RIDERS OF THE PLAINS. THE VERITABLE ADVENTURES OF HAL HYDE AND NED BROWN, ON THEIR JOURNEY ACROSS THE GREAT PLAINS OF THE SOUTH-WEST.

The Young Woman's Guide--William A. Alcott
Now it is precisely this sort of refusal, direct or implied, in a thousand cases which might be named, which brings down evil, not only upon those who make it, but upon others. They mean no, perhaps; and yet it is not certain that the decision is--like the laws of the Medea and Persians--irrevocable. Something in the tone, or manner, or both combined, leaves room to hope for success in time to come. 'The woman who deliberates, is lost,' we are told: and is it not so? Do not many who say no with hesitancy, still retain the power and the disposition to deliberate? And is it not so understood?

The Young Woodsman--J. McDonald Oxley
Full title: THE YOUNG WOODSMAN, OR Life in the Forests of Canada

The Youth's Coronal--Hannah Flagg Gould
And these would sometimes come, and cheer/ The widow with a song,/ To let her feel a neighbor near,/ And wing an hour along. /

The Youthful Wanderer--George H. Heffner
The Youthful Wanderer: An Account of a Tour through England, France, Belgium, Holland, Germany

Their Crimes--Various
The purpose of this book is to remind English-speaking people all over the Empire and our Allies in America of the wanton destruction and unspeakable terror which have overwhelmed the regions of France and Belgium occupied by the Boche, and also to quicken a true perception of the reparation and punishment due when peace is made with the enemy. In many minds time has dimmed the horrors of August and September 1914.

Theobald, The Iron-Hearted
THEOBALD, THE IRON-HEARTED; OR, LOVE TO ENEMIES. FROM THE FRENCH OF REV. CESAR MALAN

Theocritus
LACON./ Be Daphnis' woes my portion, should that my credence win!/ Still, if thou list to stake a kid--that surely were no sin--/ Come on, I'll sing it out with thee--until thou givest in.

Theophile Gautier
There is, perhaps, scant apparent logic in treating a closed career more tenderly than an open one; but we suspect it belongs to the finer essence of good criticism to do so, and, at any rate, we find our judgment of the author of the Voyage en Espagne and the Capitaine Fracasse turning altogether to unprotesting kindness. We had a vague consciousness of lurking objections; but on calling them to appear, they gave no answer. Gautier's death, indeed, in the nature of things could not but be touching, and dispose one to large allowances.

There and Back--George MacDonald
If a reader say Richard was too young to think thus, it only proves that he could not think so at Richard's age, and goes for little. I may be interpreting, and rendering more definite the thoughts and feelings that passed through him: it does not follow that I misrepresent. Many thoughts must be made more definite in expression, else they could not be expressed at all; many feelings are as hazy as real, and some of them must be left to music.

There Are No Crooks--Frank R. Adams
'A man's a fool these days to invite a stranger to drink with him, I suppose; but I knew you were all right the minute I saw you.' He searched the impassive face of his newfound friend for a reaction to this speech, but there was none. 'I've got a kind of an intuition that protects me. I can spot a cop or a detective as far as I can see one.'

Theresa Marchmont--Mrs Charles Gore
The paleness of that pensive face did not lessen its loveliness, and the hair which hung in bright curls on her shoulders and gorgeous apparel, was white and glossy as silver. Helen gazed for a moment spell-bound; for she beheld in that countenance without the possibility of doubt, the resemblance of the deceased Lady Greville, whose portrait, in a similar dress, hung in the picture gallery at Silsea Castle. She shuddered; for the eyes of the spectre remained steadfastly fixed upon her; and its lips moved as if about to address her--'Mother of God--protect me!' exclaimed Helen convulsively, and she fell insensible on the floor.

THERESE RAQUIN
Note: BY EMILE ZOLA; TRANSLATED AND ADAPTED BY FRANK J. MORLOCK

THERESE, A Fragment, By Voltaire
Note: Translated and adapted by Frank J. Morlock.

Thirty Years a Slave--Louis Hughes
Full title: THIRTY YEARS A SLAVE From Bondage to Freedom. THE INSTITUTION OF SLAVERY AS SEEN ON THE PLANTATION AND IN THE HOME OF THE PLANTER. AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF LOUIS HUGHES.

Thirty Years With The Indian Tribes--Henry Rowe Schoolcraft
Personal Memoirs Of A Residence Of Thirty Years With The Indian Tribes On The American Frontiers

This Is the End--Stella Benson
Now to be simple is all very well, but turn it into an active verb and you spoil the whole idea. To simplify seems forced, and I think Mrs. Gustus struck harder on the note of simplification than that of simplicity. I should not dare to criticise her, however, and Cousin Gustus was satisfied, so criticism in any case would be intrusive. It is just possible that he occasionally wished that she would dress herself in a more human way--patronise in winter the humble Viyella stripe, for instance, or in summer the flippant sprig. But a large proportion of Mrs. Gustus's faith was founded on simple strong colours in wide expanses, introduced, as it were, one to another by judicious black.

Thoroughbreds--W. A. Fraser
'I'm afraid one of the splintered ribs is tickling his lung,' he added, 'but the fellow has got such a good nerve that I hardly discovered this unpleasant fact. He'll be all right, however; he's young, and healthy as a peach. Good nursing is the idea, and he'll get that here, of course. He doesn't want much medicine; that we keep for our enemies,-- ha! ha!' and he laughed cheerily, as if it were all a joke on the battered man.

Three Excursions
I WAS lucky in my weather. On a day even more charmingly fair than the one I have just commemorated, I went down to Hatfield House. I had been assured that it was one of the most interesting of great English mansions, and as I learned that it was shown to strangers with an altogether exemplary liberality, the short journey of less than an hour seemed well worth making. I found the expedition interesting in the highest degree; and my only hesitation in attempting to make a note of my impressions arises from the very purity and perfection of those---from their harmonious character and exquisite quality.

Three Frenchmen in Bengal--S.C. Hill
THREE FRENCHMEN IN BENGAL OR THE COMMERCIAL RUIN OF THE FRENCH SETTLEMENTS IN 1757

Three short works--Gustave Flaubert
The Dance of Death, The Legend of Saint Julian the Hospitaller, A Simple Soul

Three Smart Silks--H. Bedford-Jones
'Yes, the combination, you know, of Coast companies--the Hopkins, Janiver and others. Three days from now we put it through; I'm to be president. Of course, if fraud charges are made, we'll have no end of trouble. My Hopkins Oil has wells in production up the San Carlos valley, with a lease on the entire Dominguez rancho, covering twenty thousand acres.'

Three Weeks--Elinor Glyn
'You must not just drift, my Paul, like so many of your countrymen do. You must help to stem the tide of your nation's decadence, and be a strong man. For me, when I read now of England, it seems as if all the hereditary legislators--it is what you call your nobles, eh?--these men have for their motto, like Louis XV., Apres moi le deluge--It will last my time. Paul, wherever I am, it will give me joy for you to be strong and great, sweetheart. I shall know then I have not loved just a beautiful shell, whose mind I was able to light for a time. That is a sadness, Paul, perhaps the greatest of all, to see a soul one has illuminated and awakened to the highest point gradually slipping back to a browsing sheep,

Three Young Knights--Annie Hamilton Donnell
Suddenly, with a sharp click, the music swept into something majestic and martial, with the tread of soldiers' feet and the boom of drums in it. The faces of the little children grew solemn, and unconsciously their little shoulders straightened and they stood 'at attention.' They were all little patriots at heart and they longed to step into file and tramp away to that splendid music.

Thrilling Adventures by Land and Sea--James O. Brayman
THRILLING ADVENTURES BY LAND AND SEA BEING REMARKABLE HISTORICAL FACTS, GATHERED FROM AUTHENTIC SOURCES

Through the Wall--Cleveland Moffett
It was a distressed and sleepless night that Alice passed after the torturing scene of her lover's arrest. She would almost have preferred her haunting dreams to this pitiful reality. What had Lloyd done? Why had this woman come for him? And what would happen now? Again and again, as weariness brought slumber, the sickening fact stirred her to wakefulness--they had taken Kittredge away to prison charged with an abominable crime. And she loved him, she loved him now more than ever, she was absolutely his, as she never would have been if this trouble had not come.

Through the Wall--GT Fleming-Roberts
Harmless substances may merge, become virulent poison. This story of the chemistry of murder will startle you.

Till the Clock Stops--John Joy Bell
But now what was he to believe? Caw's revelation seemed to leave him no choice. And yet the thing appeared preposterous. Bullard and Lancaster were rich men, and while his acquaintance with the former had been comparatively slight, memories of the latter's frequent kindnesses and hospitality had warmed his heart many a time during his exile in the Arctic. Lancaster a trafficker in murder?--Lancaster the delicate, gentle father of the girl who had promised to wait for him?

Time Will Tell--JOE ARCHIBALD
Bat Gore, Petty Larceny Crook, Gets a Bright Idea That Leads to Some Dark Moments!

Tine--Herman Bang
Vogn efter Vogn sled sig endelost op forbi Kroen. Kvinder og Born sad paa de usikre Laes som dinglende Bylter i Regnen, sovndrukne midt under Larmen. Gamle Koner, der knap kunde gaa, stred sig frem, uden Sans, ved Siden af Vognen, snublende i de dyngvaade Dyner, som de slaebte. Born, hvem Regnen blindede, lob mod Vogne og Traeer, og skreg, mens de tumlede videre.

Tiomiehen vaimo--Minna Canth
HOMSANTUU (tulee oikealta). Pois täältä, kauas kauas pois.--Aina sinne, missä ei kuu kumota eikä aurinko paista. Taikka järven pohjaan tuonne, niin syvälle mutaan, ettei aallotkaan sieltä kadonnutta löytäisi. Mitä minä maailmassa teen? Ei minulla ole täällä sijaa; ei yksikään ihminen minua kaipaa eikä itke. Miksi, Jumala, loit näin kurjan olennon, josta ei kenellekään ole iloa, ja jota ei kukaan, kukaan, ei kukaan rakasta. (Heittäytyy puun juurelle vasempaan ja puhkeaa haikeaan itkuun.

Tip Lewis and His Lamp--Pansy (aka Isabella Alden)
Oh, that music! how it rolled around the ring! Tip was too busy looking and listening to keep out of people's way; he stepped back, still jostled by the crowd who were pouring in, and stepped directly in front of a man who was trying to make his way through the crowd around the entrance. Tip knew him in an instant; he was one of the circus men,--the one with the ugly face that he had noticed in the morning; it was ugly still, and red with liquor. He turned a pair of fiery eyes on Tip, and a dreadful oath fell from his lips as he swung him angrily out of his way.

Tiverton Tales--Alice Brown
This happened in what Dilly Joyce, in deference to a form of speech, was accustomed to call her young days; though really her spirit seemed to renew itself with every step, and her body was to the last a willing instrument. She lived in a happy completeness which allowed her to carry on the joys of youth into the maturity of years. But things did happen to her from twenty to thirty-five which could never happen again. When Dilly was a girl, she fell in love, and was very heartily and honestly loved back again. She had been born into such willing harmony with natural laws, that this in itself seemed to belong to her life.

To the Gold Coast for Gold--Richard F. Burton
Will our grandsons believe in these times ... that this Ophir--that this California, where every river is a Tmolus and a Pactolus, every hillock is a gold-field--does not contain a cradle, a puddling-machine, a quartz-crusher, a pound of mercury? That half the washings are wasted because quicksilver is unknown? That whilst convict labour is attainable, not a company has been formed, not a surveyor has been sent out? I exclaim with Dominie Sampson--'Pro-di-gious!'

Tom Finch's Monkey--John C. Hutcheson
''And why shouldn't there be a big snake in the sea the same as there are big snakes on land like the Bow constreetar, as is read of in books of history, Jim Newman? Some folks are so cocksure, that they won't believe nothing but what they sees for themselves. I wonder who at home, now, would credit that there are some monkeys here in Afrikey that are bigger than a man and walk upright; and you yourself, Jim, have told me that when you were in Australy you seed rabbits that were more than ten foot high when they stood on their hind-legs, and that could jump a hundred yards at one leap.'

Tommaso Salvini
This is as much as to say that Salvini is a charmer; he has the art of inspiring sympathy. Not the least of the drawbacks of the manner in which he appears is the consequent reduction of his repertory to five or six parts. To teach Italian cues to American actors is a work of time and difficulty; to learn American cues may be assumed to be, for an Italian, no more attractive a task. We see Salvini, therefore, in only half his range; we take the measure of only a part of him, though it possibly is the better part. The auditor who once has felt the deep interest of his acting desires ardently to know the whole artist.

Towards The Goal--Mrs. Humphry Ward
How this grey estuary spread before my eyes illustrates and illuminates the figures I have been quoting! I am on the light cruiser of a famous Commodore, and I have just been creeping and climbing through a submarine. The waters round are crowded with those light craft, destroyers, submarines, mine-sweepers, trawlers, patrol boats, on which for the moment at any rate the fortunes of the naval war turns. And take notice that they are all--or almost all--new; the very latest products of British ship-yards.

Towards the Great Peace--Ralph Adams Cram
The solution of the industrial and economic problem that now confronts the entire world with an insistence that is not to be denied, is contingent on the restoration, first of all, of the holiness and the joy of work. Labour is not a curse, it is rather one of the greatest of the earthly blessings of man, provided its sanctity is recognized and its performance is accomplished with satisfaction to the labourer. In work man creates, whether the product is a bushel of potatoes from a space of once arid ground, or whether it is the Taj Mahal, Westminster Abbey or the Constitution of the United States, and so working he partakes something of the divine power of creation.

Traffics and Discoveries--Rudyard Kipling
'No, it weren't,' said McBride, at length, on the dirt, above the purloined weekly. 'You're the aristocrat, Alf. Old Jerrold's givin' it you 'ot. You're the uneducated 'ireling of a callous aristocracy which 'as sold itself to the 'Ebrew financier. Meantime, Ducky'--he ran his finger down a column of assorted paragraphs--'you're slakin' your brutal instincks in furious excesses. Shriekin' women an' desolated 'omesteads is what you enjoy, Alf ..., Halloa! What's a smokin' 'ektacomb?'

Trailin'!
'Western manners,' she said, 'mean first not to doubt a man till he tries to double-cross you, and not to trust him till he saves your life; to keep your gun inside the leather till you're backed up against the wall, and then to start shootin' as soon as the muzzle is past the holster. Then the thing to remember is that the fast shootin' is fine, but sure shootin' is a lot better. D'you get me?'

Travelling Companions
AT the end of my three days probation, I spent a week constantly with my friends. Our mornings were, of course, devoted to churches and galleries, and in the late afternoon we passed and repassed along the Grand Canal or betook ourselves to the Lido. By this time Miss Evans and I had become thoroughly intimate; we had learned to know Venice together, and the knowledge had helped us to know each other. In my own mind, Charlotte Evans and Venice had played the game most effectively into each others hands.

Travels In Arabia--John Lewis Burckhardt
Full title: Travels In Arabia: An Account Of Those Territories In Hedjaz Which The Mohammedans Regard As Sacred

Travels in Morocco, Vol. 1--James Richardson
Irritated at this extreme politeness to our gallant tars, who have so long 'braved the battle and the breeze,' I did not trouble farther the dauntless Genoese, who certainly was not destined to become a Columbus. Now the men began to snivel and yelp, following the example of their commander. 'We won't go into the port, Santa Virgine! We won't go in to be shivered to pieces on the rocks.' At this moment our experienced capitano fancied we had got into shoal-water; the surf was seen running in foaming circles, as if in a whirlpool.

Travels in Morocco, Vol. 2--James Richardson
Wazen, or Wazein, in the province of Azgar, and the region of the Gharb, is a small city without Walls, celebrated for being the residence of the High Priest, or Grand Marabout of the Empire. This title is hereditary, and is now (or up to lately) possessed by the famous Sidi-el-Haj-el-Araby-Ben-Ali, who, in his district, lives in a state of nearly absolute independence, besides exercising great influence over public affairs. This saint, or priest, has, however, a rival at Tedda.

Travels in Syria and the Holy Land--John Burckhardt
I had intended to sleep at Om Ezzeitoun, but I found the Druses very ill-disposed towards me. It was generally reported that I had discovered a treasure in 1810 at Shohba, near this place, and it was supposed that I had now returned to carry off what I had then left behind. I had to combat against this story at almost every place, but I was nowhere so rudely received as at this village, where I escaped ill treatment only by assuming a very imposing air, and threatening with many oaths, that if I lost a single hair of my beard, the Pasha would levy an avania of many purses on the village. I had with me an old passport from Soleiman Pasha, who, though no longer governor of Damascus, had been charged pro tempore with the government till the arrival of the new Pasha, who was expected from Constantinople.

Travels in the United States of America--William Priest
Travels in the United States of America Commencing in the Year 1793, and Ending in 1797. With The Author's Journals of his Two Voyages Across the Atlantic.

Travels through the Empire of Morocco--John Buffa
I was there exactly at the time, and in a few minutes the Emperor appeared, mounted on a beautiful white horse, attended by an officer of state, holding over him a large damask umbrella, most elegantly embroidered, and followed by all his great officers, body-guards, and a numerous band of music. He was greeted with huzzas in the Moorish style by the populace, and received at all the gates and avenues of the town with a general discharge of artillery and small arms, the people falling upon their knees in the dust as he passed. The streets were covered with mats, and the road, as far as the plain where the troops were drawn out, was strewed with all kinds of flowers.

Treasure and Trouble Therewith--Geraldine Bonner
From a clock tower nearby two strokes chimed out, dropping separate and rounded on the silence. They dropped on him like tangible things, calling him to action. He sat up, his brain-clouds dispersed, and thought. Any information of the lost bandit would gain clemency for Mayer, and Mayer had a clew.

Trial and Triumph--Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
It has been quite a length of time since we left Mr. Thomas and his young friend facing an uncertain future. Since then he has not only been successful in building up a good business for himself, but in opening the gates to others. His success has not inflated him with pride. Neither has he become self-abashed and isolated from others less fortunate, who need his counsel and sympathy. Generous and noble in his character, he was conservative enough to cling to the good of the past and radical enough to give hospitality to every new idea which was calculated to benefit and make life noble and better.

TRICK FOR TRICK--RADNOR M. COOTE
How the new recruit to the detective force got in bad on his first job.

Trips to the Moon
Note: By Lucian, Edited by Henry Morley, Translated by Thomas Francklin

Tropic Days--E. J. Banfield
Remote from the manners and the sights of the street, here are we secure against most of the pains which come of the contemplation, casual or intimate, of other folk's sufferings. No hooded ambulance moves joltlessly, tended by enwrapt bearers, on pathless way; no formal procession paces from the house of death to the long last home. Immune from the associations which oft subdue the crowd, as well as from its too exciting pleasures, and participating only indirectly in its inevitable sorrows, yet we are occasionally forced to remember that troubles do come to all that is flesh, and that keen is the grief attendant upon enforced separations even among animals which cannot call reason to their solace.

True Blue
The midshipman's name was Nott. He was generally called in the mess Johnny Nott. He was as short as his name, but he was a brave, dashing little fellow; but though he had been some time at sea, being very idle, his navigation, at all events, was not as first-rate as he managed to make it appear that it was when he had the honour of dining with his Captain. Captain Garland sent for him and told him that he would spare him two men and a couple of boys, and he expected that with them and the prisoners he would be able to carry the brig safe into Falmouth or Plymouth.

True to the Old Flag
Harold soon learned, and Cameron went at the work with grim earnestness. No smile ever crossed his face at his own accidents or at the wild vagaries of Jake, which excited silent amusement even among the Indians. In a short time the falls were less frequent, and by the time they reached the spot where they were determined to cross the lake at the point where Lakes Huron and Michigan join, the three novices were able to make fair progress in the snow-shoes.

Turkey: A Past and a Future--Arnold Joseph Toynbee
The Young Turks were not Nationalists from the beginning; the 'Committee of Union and Progress' was founded in good faith to liberate and reconcile all the inhabitants of the Empire on the principles of the French Revolution. At the Committee's congress in 1909 the Nationalists were shouted down with the cry: 'Our goal is organisation and nothing else[3].' But Young Turkish ideals rapidly narrowed.

Tutt and Mr. Tutt--Arthur Train
'You have the idea,' replied Mr. Tutt. 'Crime is unsuccessful defiance of the existing order of things. Once rebellion rises to the dignity of revolution murder becomes execution and the murderers become belligerents. Therefore, as all real progress involves a change in or defiance of existing law, those who advocate progress are essentially criminally minded, and if they attempt to secure progress by openly refusing to obey the law they are actual criminals. Then if they prevail, and from being in the minority come into power, they are taken out of jail, banquets are given in their honor, and they are called patriots and heroes. Hence the close connection between crime and progress.'

Twenty-Two Years a Slave--Austin Steward
TWENTY-TWO YEARS A SLAVE, AND FORTY YEARS A FREEMAN; EMBRACING A CORRESPONDENCE OF SEVERAL YEARS, WHILE PRESIDENT OF WILBERFORCE COLONY, LONDON, CANADA WEST

Twilight in Italy
Soon the primroses are strong on the ground. There is a bank of small, frail crocuses shooting the lavender into this spring. And then the tussocks and tussocks of primroses are fully out, there is full morning everywhere on the banks and roadsides and stream-sides, and around the olive roots, a morning of primroses underfoot, with an invisible threading of many violets, and then the lovely blue clusters of hepatica, really like pieces of blue sky showing through a clarity of primrose.

Twixt France and Spain--E. Ernest Bilbrough
Yet even this was not all. The silence, the solemn and perfect silence, that reigned over the whole, only broken by the dull sound of the falling avalanche or the shrill voice of the restless crow, was so evident and so powerful, and combined so impressively with the marvellous beauty of the surroundings, that the heart could not fail to recognise the sublimity of Nature and the omnipotence of Nature's God!

Two Countries
Lady Chasemore reflected with pleasure that it was in her brothers power to do the honours of his native land very completely. She suspected, indeed, that as he didn't like her husband (he couldn't like him, in spite of Sir Rufus's now demeaning himself so sweetly), it was a relief to him to pass him on to others--to work him off, as it were, into penitentiaries and chambers of commerce. Sir Rufus's frequent expeditions to these establishments, and long interviews with local worthies of every kind, kept him constantly out of the house, and removed him from contact with his host, so that as Macarthy was extremely busy with his own profession

Two Years Ago, Volume I--Charles Kingsley
The worthy Lieutenant walked on in silence, stealing furtive glances at Tom, as if he had been a guest from the other world, but not disbelieving his story in the least. He had seen, as most old navy men, so many strange things happen, that he was prepared to give credit to any tale when told, as Tom's was, with a straightforward and unboastful simplicity.

Two Years Ago, Volume II--Charles Kingsley
Mellot was much affected. 'The wretched ape! Campbell, your first thought was the true one: you must not fight that cur. After all, it's a farce: you won't fire at him, and he can't hit you--so leave ill alone. Beside, for Scoutbush's sake, her sake, every one's sake, the thing must be hushed up. If the fellow chooses to duck under into the London mire, let him lie there, and forget him!'

Ugo--Ambrogio Bazzero
Ugo venne nella corte. Tutto era buio, e poco manco` non inciampasse e fosse trucidato. L'unico luogo che fosse illuminato da una fiaccola era l'androne della porta: Ugo vi si diresse, cogli occhi invano cercando un'arma qualunque: vide aperto il portone e calato il ponte, come era stato fatto per preparare la fuga a Bonello nel caso di colpo fallito, o per preparare il peggio. Ad un camerotto si affacciarono gridando dieci o dodici uomini, e minacciando. Ugo ne atterro` due in un baleno, ma, mentre stava per strappare loro la spada, eccogli vicinissimo quel grido di condanna:

Ultimate World--Hugo Gernsback
One was a plan to equip certain cities with huge tanks of chloroform (or similar narcotic gases). Then, when a 10-Ball descended over a house in that city, the special gas was to be diverted into the city's regular gas mains. Citizens about to be kidnapped would quickly open their gas burners, freeing the narcotic gasses. These gases would then go up through the purple tube and render the Xenos unconscious.

Uncle Bernac--Arthur Conan Doyle
At this unexpected announcement Talleyrand and Berthier looked at each other in silence, and for once the trained features of the great diplomatist, who lived behind a mask, betrayed the fact that he was still capable of emotion. The spasm which passed over them was caused, however, rather by mischievous amusement than by consternation, while Berthier--who had an honest affection for both Napoleon and Josephine-- ran frantically to the door as if to bar the Empress from entering.

Uncle Tom's Cabin, Young Folks' Edition
Uncle Tom felt more unhappy than ever. He had hoped at least to have a little room which he could keep clean and tidy. But this hole he did not even have to himself. He had to share it with five or six others.

Under King Constantine--Katrina Trask
The yellow sunlight, coming from the east,/ Through the great Minster windows, arched and high,/ That tell the story of our blessed Lord/ In colours royal with significance,/ Takes many hues, and falls upon the head /

Understanding the Scriptures--Francis McConnell
There is much obscurity about the beginnings of the laws of the Hebrews. One characteristic of those laws, however, is evident from a very early date--the regard for human life as such and the aim to make human existence increasingly worth while. It is a common quality of primitive religions that they are apt to lay stress on merely ceremonial cleansings, for example. The ceremony is gone through for the sake of pleasing a deity.

Unitarianism--W.G. Tarrant
It is needful, perhaps, to guard against the inference that the Unitarian movement is only, or in the main, an intellectual one. Since 1833, in consequence of a visit by Dr. Joseph Tuckerman, from Boston, 'Domestic Missions' were founded, to promote the religious improvement of the neglected poor, and to-day this kind of work still goes on with much social benefit in our larger cities. Similar benevolence has marked the American side. Many congregations, too, are composed largely of working-people, and in recent years a Van Mission has carried the Unitarian message into the country villages, mining districts, and other populous parts.

Unspoken Sermons--George MacDonald
Note: first and second series.

Up the Hill and Over--Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
His final decision came one morning when driving slowly home from an all night fight with death. He was tired but exultant, because he had won the fight, and life, which slips so easily away, seemed doubly precious. After all, he was no longer a boy. If life still held something beautiful for him, why should he wait? He had waited so many years already.

Valenzia Candiano--Giuseppe Rovani
Quasi nel mezzo dei lago d'Orta il più tranquillo, il più silenzioso, il più malinconico lago di Lombardia, è l'isoletta di San Giulio, assai rinomata per la vigorosa difesa che Uilla, moglie di Berengario, vi fece nel secolo X. Al lembo estremo di quell'isola, quasi dirimpetto al monte detto la Colma, sorgeva un palazzotto costruito a mo' di castello. In un'altra parte dell'isola eravi la chiesa di San Giulio con bei pavimenti a musaico, e due colonne di serpentino che sostengono la tribuna.

Valerius The Reanimated Roman
'Alas! Alas! Such is the image of Rome fallen, torn, degraded by a hateful superstition; yet still commanding love honour; and still awakening in the imaginations of men all that can purify and ennoble the mind. The Coliseum is the Type of Rome. Its arches--its marbles--its noble aspect which must inspire all with awe, which, in the mind of man, is akin to adoration--its wonderful, its inexpressible beauty--all tell of its greatness. Its fallen walls--its weed-covered buttresses--and more than all, the insulting images with which it is filled tell its fall.

Van 't viooltje dat weten wilde--Maria Catherina Metz-Koning (1864-1926)
Och, altijd tevreden waren ze wel niet. Er waren zoo nu en dan kleine kibbel-partijtjes tusschen de naaste buren, en kleine kwaadsprekerijtjes, heel zachtjes uitgefluisterd in 't vertrouwelijk schemer-uurtje, als de spiedende Zon wegzonk, een rooden gloed over het weiland achterlatende. Want voor de Zon hadden ze eerbied; en ze wisten, dat de Zon niet wilde, dat ze kibbelden of kwaad spraken. Daarom openden ze, zoodra ze Haar zagen, hun kelkjes wijd, heel wijd, en toonden hun gouden hartjes.

Van Bibber and Others--Richard Harding Davis
Young Van Bibber had been staying with some people at Southampton, L.I., where, the fall before, his friend Travers made his reputation as a cross-country rider. He did this, it may be remembered, by shutting his eyes and holding on by the horse's mane and letting the horse go as it pleased. His recklessness and courage are still spoken of with awe; and the place where he cleared the water jump that every one else avoided is pointed out as Travers's Leap to visiting horsemen, who look at it gloomily and shake their heads.

Vand-og stenhoejsplanter en vejledning for havevenner
Er Stenhojens Plads i Haven givet paa Forhaand, staar man jo ikke saa frit som i det forst naevnte Tilfaelde. Saafremt det er muligt at bortrydde Traeer, som kan virke skyggende eller paa anden Maade generende, uden derved at skade Havens Udseende, bor man straks fjaerne dem og ikke vente og 'se Tiden an'. Kan man ikke borttage Traeerne, maa man lave sin Stenhoj saa godt som muligt og ved Beplantningen stedse tage Hensyn til den uheldige Beliggenhed d.v.s. plante Bregnearter, Skovanemoner, Primula-Arter, Cyclamen og andre skygge-taalende Arter. Egentlige Alpeplanter faar man ikke til at lykkes paa et saadant Sted.

Vane of the Timberlands--Harold Bindloss
In some respects, Vane was glad to be back in the western city. At first, the ease and leisure at the Dene had their charm for him, but by degrees he came to chafe at them. The green English valley, hemmed in by its sheltering hills, was steeped in too profound a tranquillity; the stream of busy life passed it by with scarcely an entering ripple to break its drowsy calm. One found its atmosphere enervating, dulling to the faculties. In the new West, however, one was forcibly thrust into contact with a strenuous activity. Life was free and untrammeled there; it flowed with a fierce joyousness in natural channels, and one could feel the eager throb of it.

Vengeance of Vishnu--George Jenks
'No one knows,' said Griffiths. 'They were not seen to come away from the house, either singly or otherwise. That is not strange, for the house is very lonely, and there are several ways to approach or leave it-by water, as well as land. Old Theophilus Yeager, grandfather of the last one, built the place when there were no street cars or railroads or any other public means of getting about in this neighborhood--it's only a mile from here--and it was a natural thing for him to make a boat landing at the foot of the cliff, with rough steps leading down to the water. The old fellow was a great hand for having all conveniences.

Venice
They look like blotches of red and white paint and dishonourable smears of chalk on the cheeks of a noble matron. The face toward the Piazzetta is in especial the newest-looking thing conceivable,--as new as a new pair of boots, or as the mornings paper. We do not profess, however, to undertake a scientific quarrel with these changes, and admit that our complaint is a purely sentimental one. The march of industry in united Italy must doubtless be looked at as a whole, and one must endeavour to believe that it is through innumerable lapses of taste that this deeply interesting country is groping her way to her place among the nations.

Vergil--Tenney Frank
The Ciris with all its flaws is one of our best examples of the romantic verse tales made popular by the Alexandrian poets of Callimachus' school. The old legends had of course been told in epic or dramatic form, but changing society now cared less for the stirring action and bloodshed that had entertained the early Greeks. The times were ripe for a retelling from a different point of view, with a more patient analysis of the emotions, of the inner impulses of the moment before the blow, the battle of passions that preceded the final act.

Verse and Prose for Beginners in Reading
The sun is not abed, when I/ At night upon my pillow lie;/ Still round the earth his way he takes,/ And morning after morning makes.

Views a-foot--J. Bayard Taylor
VIEWS A-FOOT; OR EUROPE SEEN WITH KNAPSACK AND STAFF.

Vignettes in Verse--Matilda Betham
If writing Journals were my task,/ From cottagers to kings--/ A little book I'd only ask,/ And fill it full of wings!/

Viola Tricolor
Einen Augenblick stand sie horchend auf dem Flur; dann drueckte sie leise die Tuer des Zimmers auf und schluepfte durch die schweren Vorhaenge hinein. --Es war schon daemmerig hier, denn die beiden Fenster des tiefen Raumes gingen auf eine von hohen Haeusern eingeengte Strasse; nur seitwaerts ueber dem Sofa leuchtete wie Silber ein venezianischer Spiegel auf der dunkelgruenen Sammettapete. In dieser Einsamkeit schien er nur dazu bestimmt, das Bild eines frischen Rosenstrausses zurueckzugeben, der in einer Marmorvase auf dem Sofatische stand.

Virgie's Inheritance--Mrs. Georgie Sheldon
They had no relations or friends to whom he could confide her. There were reasons why he was unwilling to appoint a guardian and send her back to their former home, and so, at last, he resolved to commit her to the care of his early friend and college mate, Laurence Bancroft, a wealthy merchant of New York city.

Vivian Grey
by The Earl of Beaconsfield (and updated version from " The English Comedie Humaine, Second Series").

Viviette--William J. Locke
Some reflex motion of the brain prompted action. Feverishly he rammed a charge of powder down the pistol. Wads? A bit of the newspaper lying on the floor. Then a bullet. Then a wad rammed home. Then the cap. It was done at lightning speed. Murder, red, horrible murder blazed in his soul. Damn him! He would kill him. He started into the middle of the room, just as they walked away, and he sprang to the door and levelled the pistol.

VOLTAIRE AT NINON'S--By Moreau and Lafortelle
Note: Historic fact By Moreau and Lafortelle 1806 Translated and adapted by Frank J. Morlock

Volume II., The Works of Whittier
Poems of Nature, Poems Subjective and Reminiscent, Religious Poems

Von Kinder und Katzen
Von Kinder und Katzen, und wie sie die Nine begruben

Voyages and Travels, Vol. 1--Robert Kerr
GENERAL HISTORY AND COLLECTION OF VOYAGES AND TRAVELS, ARRANGED IN SYSTEMATIC ORDER: FORMING A COMPLETE HISTORY OF THE ORIGIN AND PROGRESS OF NAVIGATION, DISCOVERY, AND COMMERCE, BY SEA AND LAND, FROM THE EARLIEST AGES TO THE PRESENT TIME.

W. A. G.'s Tale--Margaret Turnbull
We were right in the middle of this, and Aunty May was a little red-faced, and her hair was kind of wild, when we heard somebody laugh, and there was the painter-man down by the river, laughing as hard as he could laugh; and Aunty Edith trying to look severe at Aunty May and not able to, on account of her looking so comical. She had a black smudge from the end of the beanpole, which had been in a bonfire, across her forehead. You see she had just jumped the farthest, and was hollering, 'Glug-Glug.'

Waldwinkel
'Jetzt? ich denke, niemand; oder doch nur Eulen und Iltisse.'--Im Nebenzimmer schlug eine Uhr. Der Buergermeister war aufgesprungen. 'Schon elf!' sagte er. 'Weisst du, Alter! Ich habe noch einen gerichtlichen Aktus vor mir; du warst ja in der Verbindung unser Schriftwart", und schmunzelnd fuhr er fort: 'da du so eilig bist, wir wuerden noch ein Plauderstuendchen mehr gewinnen, wenn du heute dieses Amt noch einmal im Dienste unserer hochnotpeinlichen Gerichtsbarkeit verrichten wolltest!'

Waltoniana--Isaak Walton
INEDITED REMAINS IN VERSE AND PROSE OF IZAAK WALTON

Wanderings by southern waters, eastern Aquitaine--Edward Harrison Barker
In a garden terraced upon the lower flank of the rock, the labour of generations having combined to raise a soil there deep enough to support a few plum, almond, and other fruit trees, a figure all in black is hard at work transplanting young lettuces. It is that of a teaching Brother. He is a thin grizzled man of sixty, with an expression of melancholy benevolence in his rugged face. I have watched him sitting upon a bench with his arm round some little village urchin by his side, while the children from the outlying hamlets, sprawling upon a heap of stones in the sun, ate their mid-day meal of bread and cheese or buckwheat pancakes that their mothers had put into their baskets before they trudged off in the early morning.

Wanderings in Wessex--Edric Holmes
The railway from Wareham to Dorchester runs through the heart of that great wild tract that under the general name of Egdon Heath forms a picturesque and often gloomy background to many of Mr. Hardy's romances. These heath-lands are a marked characteristic of the scenery of this part of the county. Repellent at first, their dark beauty, more often than not, will capture the interest and perhaps awe of the stranger. Much more than a mere relic of the great forest that stretched for many miles west of Southampton Water and that in its stubborn wildness bade fair to break up the Saxon advance, the heaths of Dorset extend over a quarter of the area of the county.

War Plans Divided--Robert Leslie Bellem
It was a desperate game of "button, button, who's got the button," with Death as the Prize!

Wat eene moeder lijden kan--Hendrik Conscience
Op de Vrijdagsche markt, naar de zijde van het Valkenstraatje, stond, tusschen eenige andere voorwerpen, een kleine wagen met twee wielen, in vorm gelijk aan die handrijtuigen, welke men te Antwerpen mosselbakken noemt, omdat zij meest dienen om mosselen te vervoeren. Niet verre van daar bevond zich een man, die er ongemeen neerslachtig uitzag; met de armen op de borst gekruist, wendde hij gedurig zijne vochtige oogen van den mosselbak tot den roeper, die een weinig verder bezig was met andere voorwerpen te verkoopen.

Way of the Lawless--Max Brand
He made one mistake in the beginning. He pushed the chestnut too hard the first and second days, so that on the third day he was forced to give the gelding his head and go at a jarring trot most of the day. On the fourth and fifth days, however, he had the reward for his caution. The chestnut's ribs were beginning to show painfully, but he kept doggedly at his work with no sign of faltering. The sixth day brought Andrew Lanning in close view of the lower hills. And on the seventh day he put his fortune boldly to the touch and jogged into the first little town before him.

Weighed and Wanting--George MacDonald
She glanced round in search of the mother. Some one was bending over the bed in the farther corner; the place was lighted with but a single candle, and she thought it was she, stooping over her baby; but a moment's gaze made it plain that the back was that of a man: could it be the doctor again? Was the poor woman worse? She entered and approached the father, who then first seeing who it was that had knocked and looked in, pulled off the cap he invariably wore, and came forward with a bashful yet eager courtesy.

Welsh Fairy Tales--William Elliot Griffis
Mother Gruffyd was always so neat, with her black and white striped apron, her high peaked hat, with its scalloped lace and quilled fastening around her chin, her little short shawl, with its pointed, long tips, tied in a bow, and her bright red plaid petticoat folded back from her frock. Her snowy-white, rolling collar and neck cloth knotted at the top, and fringed at the ends, added fine touches to her picturesque costume.

Western Coasts of Australia--Phillip Parker King
Narrative of a Survey of the Intertropical and Western Coasts of Australia

What Dress Makes of Us--Dorothy Quigley
She was from the middle-West, and despite the fact that she was married, and that twenty-one half-blown blush roses had enwreathed her last birthday cake, she had the alert, quizzical brightness of a child who challenges everybody and everything that passes with the countersign--'Why?' She investigated New York with unabashed interest, and, like many another superior provincial, she freely expressed her likes and dislikes for its traditions, show-places, and people with a commanding and amusing audacity.

What Germany Thinks
Full title: WHAT GERMANY THINKS OR THE WAR AS GERMANS SEE IT

What is Coming?
What is Coming? A Forecast of Things after the War

What Sami Sings with the Birds--Johanna Spyri
Sami went and came back with the man of the house. He stepped up to Mary Ann's bed, and tried to encourage her, as that was his way. But he was alarmed at her appearance and wanted to go for the doctor, as he told her. But she held him fast and tried with great difficulty to express herself in his language, for she had only a scanty knowledge of it. Malon nodded his head understandingly and then hurried away. When he returned to the room a couple of hours later with the doctor, Sami was still sitting in the same place by the bed, waiting very quietly for his grandmother to wake up again

What's in a Name?--Edward Kelly
The door opened, and a slight girl came in. Her father was repeated in her. His tallness, his leanness, his narrow brow, his thin lips, his pale complexion, his solemnity, his nervous tension; all these were already marked in the child of fifteen years old. But what most struck the old mystic was the extreme misery in her eyes. Burns himself had none of that; rather was his eye moist, genial, and humourous. And Iff saw too that she moved as if under some most powerful constraint. So unpleasant was the impression that he was shocked into silence.

When Day is Done--Edgar A. Guest
When sorrow comes, as come it must,/ In God a man must place his trust./ There is no power in mortal speech/ The anguish of his soul to reach,/ No voice, however sweet and low,

WHEN the BLACK FIEND FED--By HAL K. WELLS
The Beast Demon of Yucatan Fosters a Dread Series of Murderous Horrors!

When the Earth Melted--A. Wilkinson, Junior
I went to the little bluff, and, looking out to sea, I saw that the report was true. There, only a half mile out on the blue water, lay the largest fleet afloat; the fleet which, in the secret of its empire, China had been building for years. There lay a vast number of large battleships and countless numbers of smaller transports, all loaded with soldiers of the tremendous army which the Orient was pouring upon us.

When Thief Meets Thief--Harry Stephen Keeler
'As I thought,' I said. Somehow this fool fight was beginning to capture my imagination. They seemed such poor scrappers, the whole lot of them, that I decided a man with brains -- that is, myself -- ought to be able to do something before the other five hundred got here. Gonzales, obviously, was in that armoured lorry, taking care of his own skin behind the plating of the side, and -- two lorry-loads! Eighty men, at the most, and Juarez had sixty. Also, there was a back door to the house, and all the attack was in front. I went to the back wall and looked through a loophole there.

Whig Against Tory
WHIG AGAINST TORY: OR, THE MILITARY ADVENTURES OF A SHOEMAKER. A TALE OF THE REVOLUTION. FOR CHILDREN.

White Lady--Sophie Wenzel Ellis
In purest love André served his weirdly beautiful flower--his White Lady of passion, of jealousy, of hate.

White Queen of the Cannibals--A. J. Bueltmann
Full title: White Queen of the Cannibals: The Story of Mary Slessor

Who Can Be Happy And Free In Russia?--Nicholas Nekrassov
No wonder the peasants/ Dislike a wet spring-tide:/ The peasant needs greatly/ A spring warm and early./ This year, though he howl/ Like a wolf, I'm afraid /

Why We Are At War
(2nd Edition, revised), by Members of the Oxford Faculty of Modern History

Wild Flowers--Robert Bloomfield
Simple flowers of the grove, little birds live at ease,/ I wish not to wander from you;/ I'll still dwell beneath the deep roar of your trees,/ For I know that my Joe will be true./ The trill of the robin, the coo of the dove,/

Wild Kitty--L. T. Meade
Elma felt nearly driven to distraction. All her future depended on the character which she was able to maintain at school. She did not, and she knew it, belong to the best class of girls who attended Middleton School. Elma's father was a man of bad reputation. He had long ago disgraced his family, and had been obliged to go to Australia. Mrs. Lewis was better born than her husband; and when trouble came, a sister, who had been much shocked at her marrying Lewis, came to her aid. She did not do much for her; but she did something.

Wild Northern Scenes--S. H. Hammond
'All Monday night, as I lay tossing upon a bed of pain, when fever was coursing through my veins, and every pulse went plunging like a steam engine from the gorged heart to every extremity, and my brain was like molten lead, I heard that terrible bark! It was my evil genius, my destiny. It mingled in every feverish dream, became the embodiment of every vision. I measured the periods of its recurrence by the clock that stands in the corner of our room. I counted the tickings of its silence, and I counted the tickings of its continuance. Every swing of the pendulum became a distinct period of existence.

Wild Wings--Margaret Rebecca Piper
'Did tell you.' The boy fumbled sulkily at the leaves of a magazine that lay on the table. 'I took the car out and, when I was speeding like Sam Hill out on the Florence road, I struck a hole. She stood up on her ear and pitched u--er--me out in the gutter. Stuck her own nose into a telephone pole. I telephoned the garage people to go after her this morning. They told me a while ago she was pretty badly stove up and it will probably take a couple of weeks to get her in order.' The story came out jerkily and the narrator kept his eyes consistently floorward during the recital.

Wilfrid Cumbermede--George MacDonald
When I returned home for the Christmas holidays, I told my uncle, amongst other things, all that I have just recorded; for although the affair seemed far away from me now, I felt that he ought to know it. He was greatly pleased with my behaviour in regard to the apple. He did not identify the place, however, until he heard the name of the housekeeper: then I saw a cloud pass over his face. It grew deeper when I told him of my second visit, especially while I described the man I had met in the wood.

Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Vol. XXIII
'That, to gratify the revenge of the Regent Albany,' replied the other, 'my lord Home and your kinsman William have been betrayed and murdered. Calumny has blasted their honour. Twelve hours ago I beheld their heads tossed like footballs by the foot of the common executioner, and afterwards fixed over the porch of the Nether Bow, for the execration and indignities of the slaves of Albany. All day the blood of the Homes has dropped upon the pavement, where the mechanic and the clown pass over and tread on it.'

Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, XXII
'Ay, in the meantime,' said he; 'but wait you till we get to New South Wales; you'll see a difference then, my man, I'm thinking. You'll be kept working, from sunrise till sunset, up to the middle in mud and water, with a chain about your neck. You'll be locked up in a dungeon at night, fed upon mouldy biscuit, and, on the slightest fault, or without any fault at all, be flogged within an inch of your life with a cat-o'-nine-tails. How will ye like that, eh?'

With Axe and Rifle--W.H.G. Kingston
They had been feeding on the body of Dio's horse, utterly indifferent to the venom with which the flesh was impregnated. We kept to windward of it, and directly we had passed the foul birds flew back to their banquet. This showed us that the guide had led us aright, and that we could trust him. Losing patience, I entreated the sergeant to move on faster, reminding him that even should our friends not be attacked by the Indians, they were certainly suffering from want of water. He inquired how far off I calculated we should find the train.

With British Guns in Italy--Hugh Dalton
Full title: WITH BRITISH GUNS IN ITALY, A TRIBUTE TO ITALIAN ACHIEVEMENT BY HUGH DALTON, SOMETIME LIEUTENANT IN THE ROYAL GARRISON ARTILLERY

With Edged Tools--Henry Seton Merriman
Since sunset he had been crawling, scrambling, stumbling up the bank of this stream in relentless pursuit of some large animal which persistently kept hidden in the tangle across the bed of the river. The strange part of it was that when he stopped to peep through the branches the animal stopped too, and he found no way of discovering its whereabouts. More than once they remained thus for nearly five minutes, peering at each other through the heavy leafage. It was distinctly unpleasant, for Meredith felt that the animal was not afraid of him, and did not fully understand the situation.

With Folded Wings--Stewart Edward White
CONTACT, as I have said, is a matter of individual experience and definition. It is hoped that the books and the previous pages have at least given the reader a basis for his own impression. It does not matter how diverse--and divergent--these impressions may be. Their value is in picturing to each an objective in which he can have faith. Now it is possible to be less vague. Granted an objective, how are we to go about reaching it? How are we to achieve this Contact?

With Kelly to Chitral--William George Laurence Beynon
The next day a fatigue party was sent out to Chokalwat to destroy the enemy's sangars, and bury any dead bodies that might be lying about. This party would also act as a covering party to Peterson, who was expected to arrive that day. With Peterson came Bethune and Luard, all very sick at having missed a fight. This detachment brought the strength of the Pioneers up to four hundred rifles.

With the "Die-Hards" in Siberia--John Ward
It was reported to me that the reason the carriages could not be secured was that the railway officials of a certain Power had given instructions that no 'class' carriages were to be provided for British officers, as it was necessary that the population along the route should understand that we were not considered representatives of a first-class Power. Englishmen who have not travelled much in the Far East will scarcely understand the working of the Oriental mind in these matters.

With the Procession--Henry B. Fuller
When old Mr. Marshall finally took to his bed, the household viewed this action with more surprise than sympathy, and with more impatience than surprise. It seemed like the breaking down of a machine whose trustworthiness had been hitherto infallible; his family were almost forced to the acknowledgement that he was but a mere human being after all. They had enjoyed a certain intimacy with him, in lengths varying with their respective ages, but they had never made a full avowal that his being rested on any tangible physical basis.

With the Turks in Palestine--Alexander Aaronsohn
However, the German officers were by no means all incompetents. They realized (I soon found out) that they had little hope of bringing a big army through the Egyptian desert and making a successful campaign there. Their object was to immobilize a great force of British troops around the Canal, to keep the Mohammedan population in Palestine impressed with Turkish power, and to stir up religious unrest among the natives in Egypt. It must be admitted that in the first two of these purposes they have been successful.

With Trapper Jim in the North Woods--Lawrence J. Leslie
Max knew he had a difficult task to place his bullet where it was calculated to do the most good. There was little of the deer's breast exposed as with lowered head he charged toward this new enemy. But Max had all the necessary requisites that go to make up the good hunter--a quick eye, a sure hand, and excellent judgment in a pinch.

With Zola in England--Ernest Alfred Vizetelly
Most people are by this time aware that M. Zola's gospel is work. In diligent study and composition he finds some measure of solace for every trouble. At times it is hard for him to take up the pen, but he forces himself to do so, and an hour later he has largely banished sorrow and anxiety, and at times has even dulled physical pain. He himself, heavy hearted as he was when the first novelty of his strolls around Oatlands had worn off, felt that he must have something to do, and was therefore well pleased at the prospect of receiving the materials for his new book, 'Fecondite.'

Within the Deep--R. Cadwallader Smith
Our common Stickleback--'Tiddler,' or 'Red-throat,' as boys call him--builds a nest in ponds. He has a seaside cousin, the fifteen-spined Stickleback, who is also a nest-builder. This little fish is fairly common round our coasts, living in weedy pools by the shore, where it devours any small creature unlucky enough to come near. It is about six inches long, this sea Stickleback, with a long snout, and its body is very thin near the tail.

Wolves of the Sea--Randall Parrish
Full title: Wolves of the Sea Being a Tale of the Colonies From the Manuscript of One Geoffry Carlyle, Seaman, Narrating Certain Strange Adventures Which Befell Him Aboard the Pirate Craft 'Namur'

Woman And Her Saviour In Persia--A Returned Missionary
On Monday, they left for a visit to the Alpine district of Ishtazin. Unable to take horses along those frightful paths, they rode on hardy mules. In a subsequent journey over the same road, the fastenings of Miss Fiske's saddle gave way, and she fell, but providentially without injury. Sometimes they climbed, or, more hazardous still, descended, a long, steep stairway of rock, or they were hid in the clouds that hung around the higher peaks of the mountain. Now the path led them under huge, detached rocks, that seemed asking leave to overwhelm them, and now under the solid cliffs, that suggested the more grateful idea of the shadow of a great rock in a weary land.

Woman's Right to Labor--Marie E. Zakrzewska
A Practical Illustration of Woman's Right to Labor A Letter from Marie E. Zakrzewska, M.D. Late of Berlin, Prussia

Works of William Wordsworth, v1
Edited by William Knight

Writer's Recollections (In Two Volumes), Volume I--Mrs. Humphry Ward
So much for the Master, the stimulus of whose mere presence was, according to his biographers, 'often painful.' But there were at least two other Masters in the 'Mr. Jowett' we reverenced. And they, too, are fully shown in this biography. The Master who loved his friends and thought no pains too great to take for them, including the very rare pains of trying to mend their characters by faithfulness and plain speaking, whenever he thought they wanted it.

Writer's Recollections (In Two Volumes), Volume II--Mrs. Humphry Ward
I was already thinking of some reply both to Mr. Gladstone's article and to the attack on Robert Elsmere in the Quarterly; but it took me longer than I expected, and it was not till March in the following year (1889) that I published 'The New Reformation,' a Dialogue, in the Nineteenth Century. Into that dialogue I was able to throw the reading and the argument which had been of necessity excluded from the novel. Mr. Jowett was nervous about it, and came up on purpose from Oxford to persuade me, if he could, not to write it.

WYATT'S HYPNOTIZING BIRD--CAPTAIN FREDERICK MOORE
A Man Who Claimed to Make His Law as He Went Along Decided to do a Little Business on Singing Sands Island

Wylder's Hand
I was looking towards the stair-head. The passage was empty and ended in utter darkness. I glanced the other way, and thought I saw--though not distinctly--in the distance a white figure, not gliding in the conventional way, but limping off, with a sort of jerky motion, and, in a second or two, quite lost in darkness.

Y Gododin--Aneurin
Gwr a aeth gatraeth gan wawr/ Wyneb udyn ysgorva ysgwydawr/ Crei kyrchynt kynnullynt reiawr/ En gynnan mal taran twryf aessawr/ Gwr gorvynt gwr etvynt gwr llawr/ Ef rwygei a chethrei a chethrawr

Yeast: A Problem--Charles Kingsley
And here I beg my readers to recollect that I am in no way answerable for the speculations, either of Lancelot or any of his acquaintances; and that these papers have been, from beginning to end, as in name, so in nature, Yeast--an honest sample of the questions, which, good or bad, are fermenting in the minds of the young of this day, and are rapidly leavening the minds of the rising generation.

Yorkshire--Coast and Moorland Scenes--Gordon Home
On mornings when the sea is quieter there are few who can resist the desire to plunge into the blue waters, for at seven o'clock the shore is so entirely deserted that one seems to be bathing from some primeval shore where no other forms of life may be expected than some giant crustaceans. This thought, perhaps, prompted the painful sensations I allowed to prey upon me one night when I was walking along this particular piece of shore from Whitby. I had decided to save time over the road to Sandsend by getting on to the beach at Upgang, where the lifeboat-house stands, by the entrance to a small beck.

Yorkshire--Gordon Home
The walk along the rocky shore to Kettleness is dangerous unless the tide is carefully watched, and the road inland through Lythe village is not particularly interesting, so that one is tempted to use the railway, which cuts right through the intervening high ground by means of two tunnels. The first one is a mile long, and somewhere near the centre has a passage out to the cliffs, so that even if both ends of the tunnel collapsed there would be a way of escape. But this is small comfort when travelling from Kettleness, for the down gradient towards Sandsend is very steep, and in the darkness of the tunnel the train gets up a tremendous speed, bursting into the open just where a precipitous drop into the sea could be most easily accomplished.

Young Lives--Richard Le Gallienne
Dot was one of those natures that like to seek, and are liable to take, advice; so, after seeing Henry, she thought she would see what Mr. Trotter had to say; for, in spite of his unfortunate name, Mr. Trotter was a gentle, cultivated mind, and was indeed somewhat incongruously, perhaps in a mild way Jesuitically, circumstanced as a Baptist minister. Henry and he were great friends on literary matters; and Dot and he had had many talks, greatly helpful to her, on spiritual things.

Young Robin Hood--G. Manville Fenn
Robin could have sent a sharp-pointed arrow at this beautiful bird, and perhaps have killed it, for he knew well that roast duck or drake is very nice stuffed with sage and onions, and with green peas to eat therewith; but he never thought of using his bow, and he was content to feast his eyes upon the bird's beauty and watch its motions.

Your Child: Today and Tomorrow--Sidonie Matzner Gruenberg
Play has been called the ideal type of exercise, because it is the kind of exercise that occupies the whole child, his mental as well as his physical side--and later, also, the moral side. In play the exercise is regulated by the interests, so that, while there may be extreme exertion, there is not the same danger of overstrain as is possible with work that he is forced to do. In play the exercise is carried on with freedom of the spirit, so that the flow of blood and the feeling of exhilaration make for health.

Youth: Its Education, Regimen, and Hygiene--G. Stanley Hall
Play, sports, and games constitute a more varied, far older, and more popular field. Here a very different spirit of joy and gladness rules. Artifacts often enter but can not survive unless based upon pretty purely hereditary momentum. Thus our first problem is to seek both the motor tendencies and the psychic motives bequeathed to us from the past. The view of Groos that play is practise for future adult activities is very partial, superficial, and perverse. It ignores the past where lie the keys to all play activities. True play never practises what is phyletically new; and this, industrial life often calls for.

Zapt's Repulsive Paste--J U Giesy
'That substance you have seen in operation tonight. It is in principle a screen for gravitation. Objects above it become for the moment practically devoid of weight -- mere trifles light as air.'

Zenobia--William Ware
Full title: Zenobia or, The Fall of Palmyra

'The Woman Thou Gavest With Me'
But Mr. Mill's heart is after all a great deal wiser than his head. No animal, even if he were for the nonce the highly moral and rational animal Mr. Mill is, could ever have felt the noble lyrical rage which has repeatedly burst forth in Mr. Mill's inspired and impressive, though exaggerated, tributes to the memory of his wife. That fine passion lifted Mr. Mill quite above the earth, and made him acutely feel the whilst, if not reflectively understand, the literally infinite distance that separates marriage from concubinage, or woman from man.