The Call of the Canyonby Zane GreyCHAPTER IWhat subtle strange message had come to her out of the West? Carley Burch laid the letter in her lap and gazed dreamily through the window.It was a day typical of early April in New York, rather cold and gray, with steely sunlight. Spring breathed in the air, but the women passing along Fifty-seventh Street wore furs and wraps. She heard the distant clatter of an L train and then the hum of a motor car. A hurdy-gurdy jarred into the interval of quiet."Glenn has been gone over a year," she mused, "three months over a year and of all his strange letters this seems the strangest yet."She lived again, for the thousandth time, the last moments she had s　

The Cask of Amontilladoby Edgar Allen PoeThe thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I bestcould, but when he ventured upon insult, I vowed revenge. You, whoso well know the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, thatI gave utterance to a threat. At length I would be avenged;this was a point definitely settledbut the very definitivenesswith which it was resolved, precluded the idea of risk. I must notonly punish, but punish with impunity. A wrong is unredressed whenretribution overtakes its redresser. It is equally unredressedwhen the avenger fails to make himself felt as such to him who hasdone the wrong....　

IN THE LAND OF SOULS [21][21] From the Red Indian.Far away, in North America, where the Red Indians dwell, therelived a long time ago a beautiful maiden, who was lovelier thanany other girl in the whole tribe. Many of the young bravessought her in marriage, but she would listen to one onlyahandsome chief, who had taken her fancy some years before. Sothey were to be married, and great rejoicings were made, and thetwo looked forward to a long life of happiness together, when thevery night before the wedding feast a sudden illness seized thegirl, and, without a word to her friends who were weeping roundher, she passed silently away....　

The Common Lawby Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr.LECTURE I.EARLY FORMS OF LIABILITY.[1] The object of this book is to present a general view of the Common Law. To accomplish the task, other tools are needed besides logic. It is something to show that the consistency of a system requires a particular result, but it is not all. The life of the law has not been logic: it has been experience. The felt necessities of the time, the prevalent moral and political theories, intuitions of public policy, avowed or unconscious, even the prejudices which judges share with their fellow-men, have had a good deal more to do than the syllogism in determining the rules by which men should be governed. The law embo　

Memories and Portraitsby Robert Louis StevensonNOTETHIS volume of papers, unconnected as they are, it will be betterto read through from the beginning, rather than dip into at random.A certain thread of meaning binds them. Memories of childhood andyouth, portraits of those who have gone before us in the battle -taken together, they build up a face that "I have loved long sinceand lost awhile," the face of what was once myself. This has comeby accident; I had no design at first to be autobiographical; I wasbut led away by the charm of beloved memories and by regret for theirrevocable dead; and when my own young face (which is a face of...　

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 felldown, and the bird flew away. The man took the feather and carriedit to his brother, who looked at　

The Dragon and The Raven: Or The Days of King AlfredBy G. A. HentyC O N T E N T SPREFACEI. THE FUGITIVESII. THE BATTLE OF KESTEVENIII. THE MASSACRE AT CROYLANDIV. THE INVASION OF WESSEXV. A DISCIPLINED BANDVI. THE SAXON FORTVII. THE DRAGONVIII. THE CRUISE OF THE DRAGONIX. A PRIS0NERX. THE COMBATXI. THE ISLE OF ATHELNEYXII. FOUR YEARS OF PEACEXIII. THE SIEGE OF PARISXlV. THE REPULSE OF THE NORSEMENXV. FRIENDS IN TROUBLEXVI. FREDAXVII. A LONG CHASEXVIII. FREDA DISCOVEREDXIX. UNITEDPREFACEMY DEAR LADS,Living in the present days of peace and tranquillity it is...　

MISS CIVILIZATIONMISS CIVILIZATIONA COMEDY IN ONE ACT1- Page 2-MISS CIVILIZATIONPEOPLE IN THE PLAYALICE GARDNER: Daughter of James K. Gardner, President ofthe L.I. & W. Railroad"UNCLE" JOSEPH HATCH: Alias "Gentleman Joe""BRICK" MEAKIN: Alias "Reddy, the Kid"HARRY HAYES: Alias "Grand Stand" HarryCAPTAIN LUCAS: Chief of PolicePolicemen, Brakemen, Engineers2...　

A First Family of Tasajaraby Bret HarteCHAPTER I."It blows," said Joe Wingate.As if to accent the words of the speaker a heavy gust of wind atthat moment shook the long light wooden structure which served asthe general store of Sidon settlement, in Contra Costa. Even afterit had passed a prolonged whistle came through the keyhole, sides,and openings of the closed glass front doors, that served equallyfor windows, and filled the canvas ceiling which hid the roof abovelike a bellying sail. A wave of enthusiastic emotion seemed to becommunicated to a line of straw hats and sou-westers suspended froma cross-beam, and swung them with every appearance of festive...　

FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENTHE PEA BLOSSOMby Hans Christian AndersenTHERE were once five peas in one shell, they were green, the shellwas green, and so they believed that the whole world must be greenalso, which was a very natural conclusion. The shell grew, and thepeas grew, they accommodated themselves to their position, and sat allin a row. The sun shone without and warmed the shell, and the rainmade it clear and transparent; it was mild and agreeable in broaddaylight, and dark at night, as it generally is; and the peas asthey sat there grew bigger and bigger, and more thoughtful as they...　

NOTES BY FLOOD AND FIELDPART IIN THE FIELDIt was near the close of an October day that I began to bedisagreeably conscious of the Sacramento Valley. I had been ridingsince sunrise, and my course through the depressing monotony of thelong level landscape affected me more like a dull dyspeptic dreamthan a business journey, performed under that sincerest of naturalphenomenaa California sky. The recurring stretches of brown andbaked fields, the gaping fissures in the dusty trail, the hardoutline of the distant hills, and the herds of slowly movingcattle, seemed like features of some glittering stereoscopicpicture that never changed. Active exercise might have removed...　

ANNALS OF THE PARISHANNALS OF THEPARISHby John Galt1- Page 2-ANNALS OF THE PARISHINTRODUCTIONIn the same year, and on the same day of the same month, that hisSacred Majesty King George, the third of the name, came to his crown andkingdom, I was placed and settled as the minister of Dalmailing. {1}When about a week thereafter this was known in the parish, it was thoughta wonderful thing, and everybody spoke of me and the new king as united...