TOADS AND DIAMONDSTHERE was once upon a time a widow who had twodaughters. The eldest was so much like her in the faceand humor that whoever looked upon the daughter sawthe mother. They were both so disagreeable and so proudthat there was no living with them.The youngest, who was the very picture of her fatherfor courtesy and sweetness of temper, was withal one ofthe most beautiful girls ever seen. As people naturallylove their own likeness, this mother even doted on hereldest daughter and at the same time had a horribleaversion for the youngestshe made her eat in the kitchen...
Samantha at Saratogaby Marietta HolleyDedication:TO THE GREAT ARMY OFSUMMER TRAMPSTHIS BOOK IS DEDICATEDBY THEIR COMRADE AND FELLOW WANDERERTHE AUTHORCONTENTS.CHAPTER I. SAMANTHA AT SARATOGACHAPTER II. ARDELIA TUTT AND HER MOTHERCHAPTER III. THE CHERITY OF THE JONESVILLIANSCHAPTER IV. ARDELIA AND ABRAM GEECHAPTER V. WE ARRIVE AT SARATOGACHAPTER VI. SARATOGA BY DAYLIGHTCHAPTER VII. SEEING THE DIFFERENT SPRINGSCHAPTER VIII. JOSIAH AND SAMANTHA TAKE A LONG WALK...
THE LUTE PLAYEROnce upon a time there was a king and queen who lived happily andcomfortably together. They were very fond of each other and hadnothing to worry them, but at last the king grew restless. Helonged to go out into the world, to try his strength in battleagainst some enemy and to win all kinds of honour and glory.So he called his army together and gave orders to start for adistant country where a heathen king ruled who ill-treated ortormented everyone he could lay his hands on. The king then gavehis parting orders and wise advice to his ministers, took a...
Michael, Brother of Jerryby Jack LondonFOREWORDVery early in my life, possibly because of the insatiable curiosity that was born in me, I came to dislike the performances of trained animals. It was my curiosity that spoiled for me this form of amusement, for I was led to seek behind the performance in order to learn how the performance was achieved. And what I found behind the brave show and glitter of performance was not nice. It was a body of cruelty so horrible that I am confident no normal person exists who, once aware of it, could ever enjoy looking on at any trained-animal turn....
SECOND TREATISE OF GOVERNMENT by JOHN LOCKETWO TREATISES OF GOVERNMENTBY IOHN LOCKESALUS POPULI SUPREMA LEX ESTOLONDON PRINTED MDCLXXXVIIIIREPRINTED, THE SIXTH TIME, BY A. MILLAR, H.WOODFALL, 1. WHISTON AND B. WHITE, 1. RI-VINGTON, L. DAVIS AND C. REYMERS, R. BALD-WIN, HAWES CLARKE AND COLLINS; W. IOHN-STON, W. OWEN, 1. RICHARDSON, S. CROWDER,T. LONGMAN, B. LAW, C. RIVINGTON, E.DILLY, R. WITHY, C. AND R. WARE, S, BAKER,T. PAYNE, A. SHUCKBURGH, 1. HINXMAN...
Our Androcentric Culture, or The Man Made Worldby Charlotte Perkins GilmanCONTENTSI. AS TO HUMANNESS.II. THE MAN-MADE FAMILY.III. HEALTH AND BEAUTY.IV. MEN AND ART.V. MASCULINE LITERATURE.VI. GAMES AND SPORTSVII. ETHICS AND RELIGION.VIII. EDUCATION.IX. "SOCIETY" AND "FASHION"X. LAW AND GOVERNMENT.XI. CRIME AND PUNISHMENT.XII. POLITICS AND WARFARE. (with WOMAN AND THE STATE.)XIII. INDUSTRY AND ECONOMICS.XIV. A HUMAN WORLD.OUR ANDROCENTRIC CULTURE, or THE MAN-MADE WORLDI.AS TO HUMANNESS.Let us begin, inoffensively, with sheep. The sheep is a beast with...
The Gentle Grafterby O. HenryCONTENTSI. The Octopus MaroonedII. Jeff Peters as a Personal MagnetIII. Modern Rural SportsIV. The Chair of PhilanthromathematicsV. The Hand That Riles the WorldVI. The Exact Science of MatrimonyVII. A Midsummer MasqueradeVIII. Shearing the WolfIX. Innocents of BroadwayX. Conscience in ArtXI. The Man Higher UpXII. A Tempered WindXIII. Hostages to MomusXIV. The Ethics of PigTHE GENTLE GRAFTERITHE OCTOPUS MAROONED"A trust is its weakest point," said Jeff Peters."That," said I, "sounds like one of those unintelligible remarks such...
The Flying U Ranchby B. M. BowerCONTENTSCHAPTERI. The Coming of a Native SonII. "When Greek Meets Greek"III. Bad NewsIV. Some HopesV. SheepVI. What Happened to AndyVII. Truth Crushed to Earth, etc.VIII. The Dot OutfitIX. More SheepX. The Happy Family Herd SheepXI. Weary UnburdensXII. Two of a KindXIII. The Happy Family Learn SomethingXIV. Happy JackXV. OlesonXVI. The End of the DotsXVII. Good NewsFLYING U RANCHCHAPTER I. The Coming of a Native Son...
On The Firing Lineby Anna Chapin Ray and Hamilton Brock FullerCHAPTER ONESix feet one in his stockings, broad-shouldered and without an ounce of extra flesh, Harvard Weldon suddenly halted before one of a line of deck chairs."I usually get what I want, Miss Dent," he observed suggestively."You are more fortunate than most people." Her answering tone was dry.Most men would have been baffled by her apparent indifference. Not so was Weldon. Secure in the possession of a good tailor and an equally good digestion, he was willing to await the leisurely course of events....
THE MUDFOG AND OTHER SKETCHESPUBLIC LIFE OF MR. TULRUMBLE - ONCE MAYOR OF MUDFOGMudfog is a pleasant town - a remarkably pleasant town - situatedin a charming hollow by the side of a river, from which river,Mudfog derives an agreeable scent of pitch, tar, coals, and rope-yarn, a roving population in oilskin hats, a pretty steady influxof drunken bargemen, and a great many other maritime advantages.There is a good deal of water about Mudfog, and yet it is notexactly the sort of town for a watering-place, either. Water is a...
Sarrasineby Honore de BalzacTranslated by Clara Bell and othersDEDICATIONTo Monsieur Charles Bernard du Grail.SARRASINEI was buried in one of those profound reveries to which everybody,even a frivolous man, is subject in the midst of the most uproariousfestivities. The clock on the Elysee-Bourbon had just struck midnight.Seated in a window recess and concealed behind the undulating folds ofa curtain of watered silk, I was able to contemplate at my leisure thegarden of the mansion at which I was passing the evening. The trees,being partly covered with snow, were outlined indistinctly against t
On Our Selectionby Steele Rudd (Arthur Hoey Davis)PIONEERS OF AUSTRALIA!To You "Who Gave Our Country Birth;"to the memory of Youwhose names, whose giant enterprise, whose deeds offortitude and daringwere never engraved on tablet or tombstone;to You who strove through the silences of the Bush-landsand made them ours;to You who delved and toiled in loneliness throughthe years that have faded away;to You who have no place in the history of our Countryso far as it is yet written;to You who have done MOST for this Land;to You for whom few, in the march of settlement, in the turmoil...
1863UTILITARIANISMby John Stuart MillChapter 1General Remarks.THERE ARE few circumstances among those which make up the present condition of human knowledge, more unlike what might have been expected, or more significant of the backward state in which speculation on the most important subjects still lingers, than the little progress which has been made in the decision of the controversy respecting the criterion of right and wrong. From the dawn of philosophy, the question concerning the summum bonum, or, what is the same thing, concerning the foundation o
A LETTER FROM CAPTAIN GULLIVER TO HIS COUSIN SYMPSON.WRITTEN IN THE YEAR 1727.I hope you will be ready to own publicly, whenever you shall becalled to it, that by your great and frequent urgency youprevailed on me to publish a very loose and uncorrect account ofmy travels, with directions to hire some young gentleman ofeither university to put them in order, and correct the style, asmy cousin Dampier did, by my advice, in his book called "A Voyageround the world." But I do not remember I gave you power toconsent that any thing should be omitted, and much less that any...
The Little Dukeby Charlotte M. YongeCHAPTER IOn a bright autumn day, as long ago as the year 943, there was a great bustle in the Castle of Bayeux in Normandy.The hall was large and low, the roof arched, and supported on thick short columns, almost like the crypt of a Cathedral; the walls were thick, and the windows, which had no glass, were very small, set in such a depth of wall that there was a wide deep window seat, upon which the rain might beat, without reaching the interior of the room. And even if it had come in, there was nothing for it to hurt, for the walls were of rough stone, and
RAPUNZELONCE upon a time there lived a man and his wife who were veryunhappy because they had no children. These good peoplehad a little window at the back of their house, which looked intothe most lovely garden, full of all manner of beautiful flowers andvegetables; but the garden was surrounded by a high wall, and noone dared to enter it, for it belonged to a witch of great power, whowas feared by the whole world. One day the woman stood at thewindow overlooking the garden, and saw there a bed full of thefinest rampion: the leaves looked so fresh and green that she longed...