The Dustby David Graham PhillipsThe Grain of DustA NOVELBYDAVID GRAHAM PHILLIPSTHE GRAIN OF DUSTIINTO the offices of Lockyer, Sanders, Benchley, Lockyer & Norman, corporation lawyers, there drifted on a December afternoon a girl in search of work at stenography and typewriting. The firm was about the most important and most famousradical orators often said infamousin New York. The girl seemed, at a glance, about as unimportant and obscure an atom as the city hid in its vast ferment. She was blondetawny hair, fair skin, blue eyes. Aside from this hardly conclusive mark of identity there wa
Chapter II of Volume IIAFTER a week spent in professions of love and schemes of felicity, Mr. Collins was called from his amiable Charlotte by the arrival of Saturday. The pain of separation, however, might be alleviated on his side, by preparations for the reception of his bride, as he had reason to hope that shortly after his next return into Hertfordshire, the day would be fixed that was to make him the happiest of men. He took leave of his relations at Longbourn with as much solemnity as before; wished his fair cousins health and happiness again, and promised their father another letter o
The Complete Writings of Charles Dudley Warner Volume 3by Charles Dudley WarnerCONTENTS:IN THE WILDERNESSHOW SPRING CAME IN NEW ENGLANDCAPTAIN JOHN SMITHPOCOHANTASIN THE WILDERNESSHOW I KILLED A BEARSo many conflicting accounts have appeared about my casual encounter with an Adirondack bear last summer that in justice to the public, to myself, and to the bear, it is necessary to make a plain statement of the facts. Besides, it is so seldom I have occasion to kill a bear, that the celebration of the exploit may be excused.The encounter was unpremeditated on both sides. I was not hunting for
Aeroplanesby J. S. ZerbeThis work is not intended to set forth the exploits of aviatorsnor to give a history of the Art. It is a book of instructionsintended to point out the theories of flying, as given by thepioneers, the practical application of power to the variousflying structures; how they are built, the different methods ofcontrolling them; the advantages and disadvantages of the typesnow in use; and suggestions as to the directions in whichimprovements are required.It distinctly points out wherein mechanical flight differs...
THE COMPARISON OF ALCIBIADES WITH CORIOLANUSby Plutarchtranslated by John DrydenHAVING described all their actions that seem to deservecommemoration, their military ones, we may say, incline the balancevery decidedly upon neither side. They both, in pretty equalmeasure, displayed on numerous occasions the daring and courage of thesoldier, and the skill and foresight of the general; unless, indeed,the fact that Alcibiades was victorious and successful in manycontests both by sea and land, ought to gain him the title of a more...
HIGH-WATER MARKWhen the tide was out on the Dedlow Marsh, its extended drearinesswas patent. Its spongy, low-lying surface, sluggish, inky pools,and tortuous sloughs, twisting their slimy way, eel-like, towardthe open bay, were all hard facts. So were the few green tussocks,with their scant blades, their amphibious flavor and unpleasantdampness. And if you choose to indulge your fancyalthough theflat monotony of the Dedlow Marsh was not inspiringthe wavy lineof scattered drift gave an unpleasant consciousness of the spentwaters, and made the dead certainty of the returning tide a gloomy...
TWELFTH NIGHT; OR, WHAT YOU WILLTWELFTH NIGHT; OR,WHAT YOU WILLWilliam Shakespeare16021- Page 2-TWELFTH NIGHT; OR, WHAT YOU WILLDRAMATIS PERSONAEORSINO, Duke of Illyria SEBASTIAN, brother of Viola ANTONIO, asea captain, friend of Sebastian A SEA CAPTAIN, friend of ViolaVALENTINE, gentleman attending on the Duke CURIO, gentlemanattending on the Duke SIR TOBY BELCH, uncle of Olivia SIR ANDREW...
When the Sleeper Wakesby H. G. [Herbert George] WellsCHAPTER IINSOMNIAOne afternoon, at low water, Mr. Isbister, a youngartist lodging at Boscastle, walked from that place tothe picturesque cove of Pentargen, desiring to examinethe caves there. Halfway down the precipitous pathto the Pentargen beach he came suddenly upon a mansitting in an attitude of profound distress beneatha projecting mass of rock. The hands of this manhung limply over his knees, his eyes were red andstaring before him, and his face was wet with tears....
THE HISTORY OF DWARF LONG NOSEIt is a great mistake to think that fairies, witches, magicians,and such people lived only in Eastern countries and in such timesas those of the Caliph Haroun Al-Raschid. Fairies and theirlike belong to every country and every age, and no doubt weshould see plenty of them nowif we only knew how.In a large town in Germany there lived, some couple of hundredyears ago, a cobbler and his wife. They were poor andhard-working. The man sat all day in a little stall at thestreet corner and mended any shoes that were brought him. Hiswife sold the fruit and vegetables
The Ballad of the White Horseby G.K. ChestertonDEDICATIONOf great limbs gone to chaos,A great face turned to nightWhy bend above a shapeless shroudSeeking in such archaic cloudSight of strong lords and light?Where seven sunken EnglandsLie buried one by one,Why should one idle spade, I wonder,Shake up the dust of thanes like thunderTo smoke and choke the sun?In cloud of clay so cast to heavenWhat shape shall man discern?These lords may light the mysteryOf mastery or victory,And these ride high in history,But these shall not return....
75 ADCICERO106-43 B.C.by Plutarchtranslated by John DrydenCICEROIT is generally said, that Helvia, the mother of Cicero, was bothwell-born and lived a fair life; but of his father nothing is reportedbut in extremes. For whilst some would have him the son of a fuller,and educated in that trade, others carry back the origin of his familyto Tullus Attius, an illustrious king of the Volscians, who waged...
The Garden PartyThe Garden PartyBy Katherine Mansfield1- Page 2-The Garden Party1. AT THE BAY.Chapter 1.I.Very early morning. The sun was not yet risen, and the whole ofCrescent Bay was hidden under a white sea-mist. The big bush-coveredhills at the back were smothered. You could not see where they ended...
SHERLOCK HOLMESTHE ADVENTURE OF THE RED CIRCLEby Sir Arthur Conan Doyle"Well, Mrs. Warren, I cannot see that you have any particularcause for uneasiness, nor do I understand why I, whose time is of somevalue, should interfere in the matter. I really have other things toengage me." So spoke Sherlock Holmes and turned back to the greatscrapbook in which he was arranging and indexing some of his recentmaterial.But the landlady had the pertinacity and also the cunning of her...
Tommy and Co.Tommy and Co.by Jerome K. Jerome1- Page 2-Tommy and Co.STORY THE FIRSTPeter Hopeplans his Prospectus"Come in!" said Peter Hope.Peter Hope was tall and thin, clean-shaven but for a pair of sidewhiskers close-cropped and terminating just below the ear, with hair ofthe kind referred to by sympathetic barbers as "getting a little thin on the...
SNOW-WHITE AND ROSE-REDA POOR widow once lived in a little cottage with agarden in front of it, in which grew two rose trees, onebearing white roses and the other red. She had twochildren, who were just like the two rose trees; one wascalled Snow-white and the other Rose-red, and they werethe sweetest and best children in the world, always diligentand always cheerful; but Snow-white was quieter andmore gentle than Rose-red. Rose-red loved to run aboutthe fields and meadows, and to pick flowers and catchbutterflies; but Snow-white sat at home with her mother...
In the Shadow of the Glenby J. M. SyngeIN THE SHADOW OF THE GLENA PLAY IN ONE ACTFirst performed at the Molesworth Hall,Dublin, October 8th, 1903.PERSONSDAN BURKE (farmer and herd) . George RobertsNORA BURKE (his wife) . . . Maire Nic ShiubhlaighMICHEAL DARA (a young herd) . P. J. KellyA TRAMP . . . . . . . . W. G. FayIN THE SHADOW OF THE GLENA PLAY IN ONE ACTSCENE. {The last cottage at the head of along glen in County Wicklow.Cottage kitchen; turf fire on the right; a bed near it againstthe wall with a body lying on it covered with a sheet. A door is...