THE GREY ROOMTHE GREY ROOMby Eden Phillpotts1- Page 2-THE GREY ROOMCHAPTER ITHE HOUSE PARTYThe piers of the main entrance of Chadlands were of red brick, andupon each reposed a mighty sphere of grey granite. Behind themstretched away the park, where forest trees, nearly shorn of their leaves at...　

Flip: A California Romanceby Bret HarteCHAPTER IJust where the track of the Los Gatos road streams on and upwardlike the sinuous trail of a fiery rocket until it is extinguishedin the blue shadows of the Coast Range, there is an embayed terracenear the summit, hedged by dwarf firs. At every bend of the heat-laden road the eye rested upon it wistfully; all along the flank ofthe mountain, which seemed to pant and quiver in the oven-like air,through rising dust, the slow creaking of dragging wheels, themonotonous cry of tired springs, and the muffled beat of plunging...　

poor. The rich one was a goldsmith and evil-hearted. The poor onesupported himself by making brooms, and was good and honorable. Hehad two children, who were twin brothers and as like each other astwo drops of water. The two boys went in and out of the rich house,and often got some of the scraps to eat. It happened once when thepoor man was going into the forest to fetch brush-wood, that he saw abird which was quite golden and more beautiful than any he had everchanced to meet with. He picked up a small stone, threw it at it,and was lucky enough to hit it, but one golden feather only fel　

FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENTHE GIRL WHO TROD ON THE LOAFby Hans Christian AndersenTHERE was once a girl who trod on a loaf to avoid soiling hershoes, and the misfortunes that happened to her in consequence arewell known. Her name was Inge; she was a poor child, but proud andpresuming, and with a bad and cruel disposition. When quite a littlechild she would delight in catching flies, and tearing off theirwings, so as to make creeping things of them. When older, she wouldtake cockchafers and beetles, and stick pins through them. Then she...　

ON HEROES, HERO-WORSHIP, AND THE HEROIC IN HISTORYBy Thomas CarlyleCONTENTS.I. THE HERO AS DIVINITY. ODIN. PAGANISM: SCANDINAVIAN MYTHOLOGY.II. THE HERO AS PROPHET. MAHOMET: ISLAM.III. THE HERO AS POET. DANTE: SHAKSPEARE.IV. THE HERO AS PRIEST. LUTHER; REFORMATION: KNOX; PURITANISM.V. THE HERO AS MAN OF LETTERS. JOHNSON, ROUSSEAU, BURNS.VI. THE HERO AS KING. CROMWELL, NAPOLEON: MODERN REVOLUTIONISM.LECTURES ON HEROES.[May 5, 1840.]LECTURE I. THE HERO AS DIVINITY. ODIN. PAGANISM: SCANDINAVIAN MYTHOLOGY.We have undertaken to discourse here for a little on Great Men, their 　

The Writings of Abraham Lincolnby Abraham LincolnVOLUME II.1843-1858FIRST CHILDTO JOSHUA F. SPEED.SPRINGFIELD, May 18, 1843.DEAR SPEED:Yours of the 9th instant is duly received, which Ido not meet as a "bore," but as a most welcome visitor. I willanswer the business part of it first.In relation to our Congress matter here, you were right insupposing I would support the nominee. Neither Baker nor I,however, is the man, but Hardin, so far as I can judge frompresent appearances. We shall have no split or trouble about the...　

420 BCHIPPOLYTUSby Euripidestranslated by E. P. ColeridgeCHARACTERS IN THE PLAYAPHRODITEHIPPOLYTUS, bastard son of THESEUSATTENDANTS OF HIPPOLYTUSCHORUS OF TROEZENIAN WOMENNURSE OF PHAEDRAPHAEDRA, wife of THESEUSTHESEUSMESSENGERARTEMISHIPPOLYTUSHIPPOLYTUS(SCENE:-Before the royal palace at Troezen. There is a statue ofAPHRODITE on one side; on the other, a statue of ARTEMIS. There is...　

The Ancien Regimeby Charles KingsleyPREFACEThe rules of the Royal Institution forbid (and wisely) religious orpolitical controversy. It was therefore impossible for me in theseLectures, to say much which had to be said, in drawing a just andcomplete picture of the Ancien Regime in France. The passagesinserted between brackets, which bear on religious matters, wereaccordingly not spoken at the Royal Institution.But more. It was impossible for me in these Lectures, to bringforward as fully as I could have wished, the contrast between the...　

THE YOUNG TSARTHE young Tsar had just ascended the throne.For five weeks he had worked without ceasing, inthe way that Tsars are accustomed to work. Hehad been attending to reports, signing papers, re-ceiving ambassadors and high officials who cameto be presented to him, and reviewing troops. Hewas tired, and as a traveller exhausted by heatand thirst longs for a draught of water and forrest, so he longed for a respite of just one dayat least from receptions, from speeches, fromparadesa few free hours to spend like an ordi-nary human being with his young, clever, and...　

THE SOUL OF THE INDIANTHE SOUL OF THEINDIANAn InterpretationBYCHARLES ALEXANDER EASTMAN (OHIYESA)1- Page 2-THE SOUL OF THE INDIANTO MY WIFE ELAINE GOODALE EASTMAN IN GRATEFULRECOGNITION OF HER EVER-INSPIRING COMPANIONSHIP INTHOUGHT AND WORK AND IN LOVE OF HER MOST INDIAN-...　

THE NIXY[15][15] From the German. Kletke.There was once upon a time a miller who was very well off, andhad as much money and as many goods as he knew what to do with.But sorrow comes in the night, and the miller all of a suddenbecame so poor that at last he could hardly call the mill inwhich he sat his own. He wandered about all day full of despairand misery, and when he lay down at night he could get no rest,but lay awake all night sunk in sorrowful thoughts.One morning he rose up before dawn and went outside, for hethought his heart would be lighter in the open air. As he...　

THE GREAT STONE FACEOne afternoon, when the sun was going down, a mother and herlittle boy sat at the door of their cottage, talking about theGreat Stone Face. They had but to lift their eyes, and there itwas plainly to be seen, though miles away, with the sunshinebrightening all its features.And what was the Great Stone Face?Embosomed amongst a family of lofty mountains, there was a valleyso spacious that it contained many thousand inhabitants. Some ofthese good people dwelt in log-huts, with the black forest allaround them, on the steep and difficult hill-sides. Others had...　

The Secret Places of the Heartby H. G. Wells1922CONTENTSChapter1. THE CONSULTATION2. LADY HARDY3. THE DEPARTURE4. AT MAIDENHEAD5. IN THE LAND OF THE FORGOTTEN PEOPLES6. THE ENCOUNTER AT STONEHENGE7. COMPANIONSHIP8. FULL MOON9. THE LAST DAYS OF SIR RICHMOND HARDYTHE SECRET PLACES OF THE HEARTCHAPTER THE FIRSTSection 1The maid was a young woman of great natural calmness; she was accustomed to let in visitors who had this air of being annoyed and finding one umbrella too numerous for them. It mattered nothing to her that the gentleman was asking for Dr. Martineau as if he was asking for somethin　

The Conflictby David Graham PhillipsIFour years at Wellesley; two years about equally divided among Paris, Dresden and Florence. And now Jane Hastings was at home again. At home in the unchanged housespacious, old-fashionedlooking down from its steeply sloping lawns and terraced gardens upon the sooty, smoky activities of Remsen City, looking out upon a charming panorama of hills and valleys in the heart of South Central Indiana. Six years of striving in the East and abroad to satisfy the restless energy she inherited from her father; and here she was, as restless as everyet with everythin　

Worldly Ways and Bywaysby Eliot GregoryA Table of ContentsTo the READER1. Charm2. The Moth and the Star3. Contrasted Travelling4. The Outer and the Inner Woman5. On Some Gilded Misalliances6. The Complacency of Mediocrity7. The Discontent of Talent8. Slouch9. Social Suggestion10. Bohemia11. Social Exiles12. "Seven Ages" of Furniture13. Our Elite and Public Life14. The Small Summer Hotel15. A False Start16. A Holy Land17. Royalty at Play18. A Rock Ahead19. The Grand Prix...　

FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENTHE SNOW MANby Hans Christian Andersen"IT is so delightfully cold," said the Snow Man, "that it makes mywhole body crackle. This is just the kind of wind to blow life intoone. How that great red thing up there is staring at me!" He meant thesun, who was just setting. "It shall not make me wink. I shallmanage to keep the pieces."He had two triangular pieces of tile in his head, instead of eyes;his mouth was made of an old broken rake, and was, of course,...