WHEN GOD LAUGHS, AND OTHER STORIESWHEN GOD LAUGHS,AND OTHER STORIESBy Jack London1- Page 2-WHEN GOD LAUGHS, AND OTHER STORIES2- Page 3-WHEN GOD LAUGHS, AND OTHER STORIESWHEN GOD LAUGHS (withcompliments to Harry Cowell)"The gods, the gods are stronger; time Falls down before them, all...　

Their Silver Wedding Journey V3by William Dean HowellsPART III.XLVIII.At the first station where the train stopped, a young German bowedhimself into the compartment with the Marches, and so visibly resisted animpulse to smoke that March begged him to light his cigarette. In thetalk which this friendly overture led to between them he explained thathe was a railway architect, employed by the government on that line ofroad, and was travelling officially. March spoke of Nuremberg; he ownedthe sort of surfeit he had suffered from its excessive mediaevalism, and...　

HOW TO TELL STORIES TO CHILDREN AND SOME STORIES TO TELLHOW TO TELLSTORIES TO CHILDRENAND SOME STORIES TOTELLBY SARA CONE BRYANT1- Page 2-HOW TO TELL STORIES TO CHILDREN AND SOME STORIES TO TELLTo My Mother THE FIRST, BEST STORY-TELLER THIS LITTLEBOOK IS DEDICATED2- Page 3-HOW TO TELL STORIES TO CHILDREN AND SOME STORIES TO TELL...　

　Another Disc day dawned, but very gradually, and this is why.　When light encounters a strong magical field it loses ail sense of urgency. It slows right down. And on the Discworld the magic was embarrassingly strong, which meant that the soft yellow light of dawn flowed over the sleeping landscape like the caress of a gentle lover or, as some would have it, like golden syrup. It paused to fill up valleys. It piled up against mountain ranges. When it reached Cori Celesti, the ten mile spire of grey stone and green ice that marked the hub of the Disc and was the home of its gods, it built up i　

The Woman-Hatersby Joseph C. LincolnFOREWORD(By Way of Explanation)A story of mine called, like this, "The Woman-Haters," appearedrecently in one of the magazines. That story was not this one,except in partthe part dealing with "John Brown" and Miss RuthGraham. Readers of the former tale who perhaps imagine they knowall about Seth Atkins and Mrs. Emeline Bascom will be surprised tofind they really know so little. The truth is that, when I began torevise and rearrange the magazine story for publication as a book,new ideas came, grew, and developed. I discovered that I had been...　

　Norman gave his ivory-handled screwdriver a final twist and secured the last screw into the side panel of the slim brass cylinder. Unclamping it from his vice, he lifted it lovingly by its shining axle, and held it towards the dust-smeared glass of the kitchenette window. It was a work of wonder and that was for certain. A mere ten inches in diameter and another one in thickness, the dim light painted a rainbow corona about its varnished circumference.　Norman carried it carefully across to his cluttered kitchen table and, elbowing aside a confusion of soiled crockery, placed it upon the twin　

　　Walking up the wall had not been easy. But walking across the ceiling was turning out to be pletely impossible. Until I realized that I was going about it the wrong way. It seemed obvious when I thought about it. When I held onto the ceiling with my hands I could not move my feet. So I switched off the molebind gloves and swung down, hanging only from the soles of my boots. The blood rushed to my head-as well it might bringing with it a surge of nausea and a sensation of great unease.　What was I doing here, hanging upside down from the ceiling of the Mint, watching the machine below stamp o　

　　By P. G. Wodehouse　　1　In a day in June, at the hour when London moves abroad in quest of lunch, a young man stood at the entrance of the Bandolero Restaurant looking earnestly up Shaftesbury Avenuea large young man in excellent condition, with a pleasant, good-humoured, brown, clean-cut face. He paid no attention to the stream of humanity that flowed past him. His mouth was set and his eyes wore a serious, almost a wistful expression. He was frowning slightly. One would have said that here was a man with a secret sorrow.　William FitzWilliam Delamere Chalmers, Lord Dawlish, had no secret sor　

A RECORD OF BUDDHISTIC KINGDOMSA RECORD OFBUDDHISTICKINGDOMSTranslated and annotated with a Corean recension of the ChinesetextBY JAMES LEGGE1- Page 2-A RECORD OF BUDDHISTIC KINGDOMSPREFACESeveral times during my long residence in Hong Kong I endeavouredto read through the "Narrative of Fa-hien;" but though interested with the...　

　　　　I HAD BEEN making the rounds of the Sacrifice Poles the day we heard my brother had escaped. I already knew something was going to happen; the Factory told me.　　　　At the north end of the island, near the tumbled remains of the slip where the handle of the rusty winch still creaks in an easterly wind, I had two Poles on the far face of the last dune. One of the Poles held a rat head with two dragonflies, the other a seagull and two mice. I was just sticking one of the mouse heads back on when the birds went up into the evening air, kaw-calling and screaming, wheeling over the path through 　

1788THE CRITIQUE OF PRACTICAL REASONby Immanuel Kanttranslated by Thomas Kingsmill AbbottPREFACEThis work is called the Critique of Practical Reason, not of the pure practical reason, although its parallelism with the speculative critique would seem to require the latter term. The reason of this appears sufficiently from the treatise itself. Its business is to show that there is pure practical reason, and for this purpose it criticizes the entire practical faculty of reason. If it succeeds in this, it has no need to criticize the pure faculty itself in order to see whether reason in making su　

The Water-Babiesby Charles KingsleyCHAPTER I"I heard a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined; In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind."To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think, What man has made of man."WORDSWORTH.Once upon a time there was a little chimney-sweep, and his name was Tom. That is a short name, and you have heard it before, so you will not have much trouble in remembering it. He lived in a great town in the North country, where there were plenty of chimneys to 　

　　I stood there on the beach and said, "Good-by, Butterfly," and the ship slowly turned, then headed out toward deep water. It would make it back into port at the lighthouse of Cabra, I knew, for that place lay near to Shadow.　Turning away, I regarded the black line of trees near at hand, knowing that a long walk lay ahead of me. I moved in that direction, making the necessary adjustments as I advanced. A pre-dawn chill lay upon the silent forest, and this was good.　I was perhaps fifty pounds underweight and still occasionally experienced double vision, but I was improving. I had escaped the 　

Robert Louis Stevenson, A Record, An Estimate, A Memorialby A. H. JappPREFACEA FEW words may here be allowed me to explain one or two points. First, about the facsimile of last page of Preface to FAMILIAR STUDIES OF MEN AND BOOKS. Stevenson was in Davos when the greater portion of that work went through the press. He felt so much the disadvantage of being there in the circumstances (both himself and his wife ill) that he begged me to read the proofs of the Preface for him. This illness has record in the letter from him (pp. 28- 29). The printers, of course, had directions to send t　

The American Claimantby Mark TwainEXPLANATORYThe Colonel Mulberry Sellers here re-introduced to the public is the sameperson who appeared as Eschol Sellers in the first edition of the taleentitled "The Gilded Age," years ago, and as Beriah Sellers in thesubsequent editions of the same book, and finally as Mulberry Sellers inthe drama played afterward by John T. Raymond.The name was changed from Eschol to Beriah to accommodate an EscholSellers who rose up out of the vasty deeps of uncharted space andpreferred his requestbacked by threat of a libel suitthen went his...　

The Woman in the Alcoveby Anna Katharine GreenCONTENTSI THE WOMAN WITH THE DIAMONDII THE GLOVESII ANSON DURANDIV EXPLANATIONSV SUPERSTITIONVI SUSPENSEVII NIGHT AND A VOICEVIII ARRESTIX THE MOUSE NIBBLES AT THE NETX I ASTONISH THE INSPECTORXI THE INSPECTOR ASTONISHES MEXII ALMOSTXIII THE MISSING RECOMMENDATIONXIV TRAPPEDXV SEARS OR WELLGOODXVI DOUBTXVII SWEETWATER IN A NEW ROLEXVIII THE CLOSED DOORXIX THE FACEXX MOONLIGHTAND A CLUEXXI GRIZEL! GRIZEL!XXII GUILTXXIII THE GREAT MOGULITHE WOMAN WITH THE DIAMOND...