The Annals of the Parishby John GaltOr The Chronicle of Dalmailing during the ministry of the Rev. Micah Balwhidder. Written by himself and arranged and edited by John GaltINTRODUCTIONIn the same year, and on the same day of the same month, that his Sacred Majesty King George, the third of the name, came to his crown and kingdom, I was placed and settled as the minister of Dalmailing. {1} When about a week thereafter this was known in the parish, it was thought a wonderful thing, and everybody spoke of me and the new king as united in our trusts and temporalities, marvelling how the same sh　

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...　

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　

Monsieur BeaucaireMonsieur Beaucaireby Booth Tarkington1- Page 2-Monsieur BeaucaireChapter OneThe young Frenchman did very well what he had planned to do.His guess that the Duke would cheat proved good. As the unshod half-dozen figures that had been standing noiselessly in the entryway stolesoftly into the shadows of the chamber, he leaned across the table and...　

The Gameby Jack LondonCHAPTER IMany patterns of carpet lay rolled out before them on the floortwoof Brussels showed the beginning of their quest, and its ending inthat direction; while a score of ingrains lured their eyes andprolonged the debate between desire pocket-book. The head of thedepartment did them the honor of waiting upon them himselfor didJoe the honor, as she well knew, for she had noted the open-mouthedawe of the elevator boy who brought them up. Nor had she been blindto the marked respect shown Joe by the urchins and groups of young...　

How to Fail in Literatureby Andrew LangPREFACEThis Lecture was delivered at the South Kensington Museum, in aid ofthe College for Working Men and Women. As the Publishers, perhapserroneously, believe that some of the few authors who were notpresent may be glad to study the advice here proffered, the Lectureis now printed. It has been practically re-written, and, like thekiss which the Lady returned to Rodolphe, is revu, corrige, etconsiderablement augmente.A. L.HOW TO FAIL IN LITERATURE...　

THE VOYAGES OF DOCTOR DOOLITTLETHE VOYAGES OFDOCTOR DOOLITTLEHUGH LOFTINGTo Colin and Elizabeth1- Page 2-THE VOYAGES OF DOCTOR DOOLITTLEPROLOGUEALL that I have written so far about Doctor Dolittle I heard long afterit happened from those who had known him indeed a great deal of it tookplace before I was born. But I now come to set down that part of the great...　

The Grand Canyon of Arizona: How to See Itby George Wharton JamesRevised EditionBoston: Little, Brown, and CompanyKansas City: Fred Harvey1912PREFACE TO REVISED EDITIONBecause of the completion of a new driveway along the Rim of the Grand Canyon, and of a new trail to the Colorado River, a second edition of this book is deemed necessary.These improvements, which have recently been made by the Santa Fe Railway, are known as Hermit Rim Road and Hermit Trail. The first, said to be the most unique road in the world, is nine miles long on the brink of the Canyon, and the other, a wide and safe pat　

A LOST OPPORTUNITY."Then came Peter to Him, and said, Lord, how oft shall my brothersin against me, and I forgive him? till seven times?" . . . ."So likewise shall My heavenly Father do also unto you, if yefrom your hearts forgive not every one his brother theirtrespasses."ST. MATTHEW xviii., 21-35.In a certain village there lived a peasant by the name of IvanScherbakoff. He was prosperous, strong, and vigorous, and wasconsidered the hardest worker in the whole village. He had threesons, who supported themselves by their own labor. The eldest...　

Tarzan the Terribleby Edgar Rice BurroughsCHAPTERI The PithecanthropusII "To the Death!"III Pan-at-leeIV Tarzan-jad-guruV In the Kor-ul-gryfVI The Tor-o-donVII Jungle CraftVIII A-lurIX Blood-Stained AltarsX The Forbidden GardenXI The Sentence of DeathXII The Giant StrangerXIII The MasqueraderXIV The Temple of the GryfXV "The King Is Dead!"XVI The Secret WayXVII By Jad-bal-lulXVIII The Lion Pit of Tu-lurXIX Diana of the JungleXX Silently in the NightXXI The ManiacXXII A Journey on a Gryf...　

FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENTHE NEIGHBOURING FAMILIESby Hans Christian AndersenONE would have thought that something important was going on inthe duck-pond, but it was nothing after all. All the ducks lyingquietly on the water or standing on their heads in it- for theycould do that- at once swarm to the sides; the traces of their feetwere seen in the wet earth, and their cackling was heard far and wide.The water, which a few moments before had been as clear and smoothas a mirror, became very troubled. Before, every tree, every...　

　　It was hot. The shallow place where I lay atop the desert ridge was like an oven, the rocks like burning coals. Out on the flat below, where the Apaches waited, the heat waves shimmered and danced. Only the far-off mountains looked cool.　When I tried to push out my tongue to touch my cracked lips it was like a dry stick in my mouth, and the dark splashes on the rock were blood ... my blood.　The round thing lying yonder with a bullet hole in it was my canteen, but there might be a smidgen of water left in the bottom - enough to keep me alive if I could get to it.　Down on the flat lay my sorr　

　　Through the curtained windows of the furnished apartment which Mrs. Horace Hignett had rented for her stay in New York rays of golden sunlight peeped in like the foremost spies of some advancing army. It was a fine summer morning. The hands of the Dutch clock in the hall pointed to thirteen minutes past nine; those of the ormolu clock in the sitting-room to eleven minutes past ten; those of the carriage clock on the bookshelf to fourteen minutes to six. In other words, it was exactly eight; and Mrs. Hignett acknowledged the fact by moving her head on the pillow, opening her eyes, and sittin　

　　　　 Red Nails　　 Jewels of Gwahlur　　 Beyond the Black River　　　　RED NAILS　　　　　　For some two years, as captain of the Wastrel, Conan continues a highly successful career as a freebooter. However, the other Zingaran pirates, jealous of the outlander in their midst, at last bring him down off the coast of Shem. Escaping inland and hearing that wars are in the offing along the borders of Stygia, Conan joins the Free panions, a band of condottieri under the mand of one Zarallo. Instead of rich plunder, however, he finds himself engaged in uneventful guard duty in the border post of Sukhmet, on the 　

　　　　Missing Mile, North Carolina, in the summer of 1972 was scarcely more than a wide spot in the road. The main street was shaded by a few great spreading pecans and oaks, flanked by a few even larger, more sprawling Southern homes too far off any beaten path to have fallen to the scourge of the Civil War. The ravages and triumphs of the past decade seemed to have touched the town not at all, not at first glance. You might think that here was a place adrift in a gentler time, a place where Peace reigned naturally, and did not have to be blazoned on banners or worn around the neck.　　You might　

　　ACKNOWLEDGMENTS　A debt of gratitude to Emily Bestler, Jason Kaufman, Ben Kaplan, and everyone at Pocket Books for their belief in this project.　To my friend and agent, Jake Elwell, for his enthusiasm and unflagging effort.　To the legendary George Wieser, for convincing me to write novels.　To my dear friend Irv Sittler, for facilitating my audience with the Pope, secreting me into parts of Vatican City few ever see, and making my time in Rome unforgettable.　To one of the most ingenious and gifted artists alive, John Langdon, who rose brilliantly to my impossible challenge and created the amb