短篇小说 | An Unfinished Christmas Story
There is progress in this; but it is all very sad. There are just as many real Christmas stories as ever, if we would only dig 'em up.
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短篇小说 | A Turkey Hunt
Artemise, for some unknown reason, had hidden herself during the search behind the hen-house, and had heard their muffled gobble.
短篇小说 | Philosophy of Furniture
In the internal decoration, if not in the external architecture of their residences, the English are supreme. The Italians have but little sentiment beyond marbles and colours.
短篇小说 | A Newspaper Story
AT 8 a.m. it lay on Giuseppi's news-stand, still damp from the presses.
短篇小说 | At the 'Cadian Ball
Bobint, that big, brown, good-natured Bobint, had no intention of going to the ball, even though he knew Calixta would be there.
短篇小说 | Old English Poetry
In common with all the world, we have been much delighted with "The Shepherd's Hunting" by Withers--a poem partaking, in a remarkable degree, of the peculiarities of "Il Penseroso." Speaking of Poesy the author says:
短篇小说 | An Apology
We have missed two issues of The Rolling Stone, and are now slightly convalescent, for which we desire to apologize and express our regrets.
短篇小说 | Athénaïse
"Listen, Cazeau! How Juliette's baby is crying! Pauvre ti chou, I wonder w'at is the matter with it?"
短篇小说 | Never Bet the Devil Your Head
"Con tal que las costumbres de un autor ," says Don Thomas de las Torres, in the preface to his "Amatory Poems" "sean puras y castas, importo muy poco que no sean igualmente severas sus obras" -- meaning, in plain English, that, provided the morals of an author are pure personally, it signifies nothing what are the morals of his books.
短篇小说 | An Afternoon Miracle
At the United States end of an international river bridge, four armed rangers sweltered in a little 'dobe hut, keeping a fairly faithful espionage upon the lagging trail of passengers from the Mexican side.
短篇小说 | At Chênière Caminada
There was no clumsier looking fellow in church that Sunday morning than Antoine Bocaze-the one they called Tonie.
短篇小说 | Mystification
THE BARON RITZNER VON JUNG was a noble Hungarian family, every member of which (at least as far back into antiquity as any certain records extend) was more or less remarkable for talent of some description -- the majority for that species of grotesquerie in conception of which Tieck, a scion of the house, has given a vivid, although by no means the most vivid exemplifications.
