The Leather Funnel

My friend, Lionel Dacre, lived in the Avenue de Wagram, Paris. His house was that small one, with the iron railings and grass plot in front of it, on …

The Horror of the Heights

The idea that the extraordinary narrative which has been called the Joyce-Armstrong Fragment is an elaborate practical joke evolved by some unknown person, cursed by a perverted and sinister …

Gideon

By Wells Hastings (1878- ) “An’ de next’ frawg dat houn’ pup seen, he pass him by wide.” The house, which had hung upon every word, roared with …

A Call

By Grace MacGowan Cooke (1863- ) A boy in an unnaturally clean, country-laundered collar walked down a long white road. He scuffed the dust up wantonly, for he …

Bargain Day at Tutt House

By George Randolph Chester (1869- ) I Just as the stage rumbled over the rickety old bridge, creaking and groaning, the sun came from behind the clouds that …

The Duplicity of Hanrgraves

By O. Henry (1862-1910) When Major Pendleton Talbot, of Mobile, sir, and his daughter, Miss Lydia Talbot, came to Washington to reside, they selected for a boarding place …

The Buller Podington Compact

BY FRANK RICHARD STOCKTON (1834-1902) “I tell you, William,” said Thomas Buller to his friend Mr. Podington, “I am truly sorry about it, but I cannot arrange for …

The Nice People

By Henry Cuyler Bunner (1855-1896) “They certainly are nice people,” I assented to my wife’s observation, using the colloquial phrase with a consciousness that it was anything but …