A LONELY RIDEAs I stepped into the Slumgullion stage I saw that it was a darknight, a lonely road, and that I was the only passenger. Let meassure the reader that I have no ulterior design in making thisassertion. A long course of light reading has forewarned me whatevery experienced intelligence must confidently look for from sucha statement. The storyteller who willfully tempts Fate by suchobvious beginnings; who is to the expectant reader in danger ofbeing robbed or half-murdered, or frightened by an escaped lunatic,or introduced to his ladylove for the first time, deserves to bedetected. I am relieved to say that none of these things occurred...　

THE BLACK THIEFAND KNIGHT OF THE GLEN.IN times of yore there was a King and a Queen in the south ofIreland who had three sons, all beautiful children; but theQueen, their mother, sickened unto death when they were yet veryyoung, which caused great grief throughout the Court, particularlyto the King, her husband, who could in no wise be comforted.Seeing that death was drawing near her, she called the King to herand spoke as follows:`I am now going to leave you, and as you are young and inyour prime, of course after my death you will marry again. Nowall the request I ask of you is that you will build a tower in anisland in the sea, wherein you will keep your three sons until they...　

TALES FROM TWO HEMISPHERES.TALES FROM TWOHEMISPHERES.BY HJALMAR HJORTH BOYSEN.THE MAN WHO LOST HISNAME.ION the second day of June, 186, a young Norseman, Halfdan Bjerkby name, landed on the pier at Castle Garden. He passed through thestraight and narrow gate where he was asked his name, birthplace, andhow much money he had,at which he grew very much frightened."And your destination?"demanded the gruff-looking functionary at...　

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 youngfellows on corners, when she walked with him in their own...　

The Miscellaneous Writings and Speeches-Volume Iby Lord MacaulayPREFACE.Lord Macaulay always looked forward to a publication of his miscellaneous works, either by himself or by those who should represent him after his death. And latterly he expressly reserved, whenever the arrangements as to copyright made it necessary, the right of such publication.The collection which is now published comprehends some of the earliest and some of the latest works which he composed. He was born on 25th October, 1800; commenced residence at Trinity College, Cambridge, in October, 1818; was elected Craven University Scholar in 1821; graduated as B.A. in 1822; was elected fellow of the college in October, 18　

THE WIFE OF A KING.IONCE, WHEN THE NORTHLAND was very young, the social and civicvirtues were remarkably alike for their paucity and theirsimplicity. When the burden of domestic duties grew grievous, andthe fireside mood expanded to a constant protest against its bleakloneliness, the adventurers from the Southland, in lieu of better,paid the stipulated prices and took unto themselves native wives. Itwas a foretaste of Paradise to the women, for it must be confessedthat the white rovers gave far better care and treatment of themthan did their Indian copartners. Of course, the white men...　

ON SOPHISTICAL REFUTATIONSby Aristotletranslated by W. A. Pickard-CambridgeBook I1LET us now discuss sophistic refutations, i.e. what appear to berefutations but are really fallacies instead. We will begin in thenatural order with the first.That some reasonings are genuine, while others seem to be so but arenot, is evident. This happens with arguments, as also elsewhere,through a certain likeness between the genuine and the sham. Forphysically some people are in a vigorous condition, while others...　

Options,by O. HenryCONTENTS"The Rose of Dixie"The Third IngredientThe Hiding of Black BillSchools and SchoolsThimble, ThimbleSupply and DemandBuried TreasureTo Him Who WaitsHe Also ServesThe Moment of VictoryThe Head-HunterNo StoryThe Higher PragmatismBest-SellerRus in UrbeA Poor RuleOPTIONS"THE ROSE OF DIXIE"When The Rose of Dixie magazine was started by a stock company in Toombs City, Georgia, there was never but one candidate for its chief editorial position in the minds of its owners. Col. Aquila Telfair was the man for the place. By all the rights of learning, family, reputation, and Southern traditions, he was its foreordained, fit, and logical editor. So, a committee of the 　

The Doom of the Griffithsby Elizabeth GaskellCHAPTER I.I have always been much interested by the traditions which arescattered up and down North Wales relating to Owen Glendower (OwainGlendwr is the national spelling of the name), and I fully enter intothe feeling which makes the Welsh peasant still look upon him as thehero of his country. There was great joy among many of theinhabitants of the principality, when the subject of the Welsh prizepoem at Oxford, some fifteen or sixteen years ago, was announced tobe "Owain Glendwr." It was the most proudly national subject thathad been given for years.Perhaps, some may not be aware that this redoubted chieftain is, even...　

VBEHAVIORGrace, Beauty, and CapriceBuild this golden portal;Graceful women, chosen menDazzle every mortal:Their sweet and lofty countenanceHis enchanting food;He need not go to them, their formsBeset his solitude.He looketh seldom in their face,His eyes explore the ground,The green grass is a looking-glassWhereon their traits are found.Little he says to them,So dances his heart in his breast,Their tranquil mien bereaveth himOf wit, of words, of rest.Too weak to win, too fond to shun...　

Confidence by Henry JamesCHAPTER IIt was in the early days of April; Bernard Longueville had been spending the winter in Rome. He had travelled northward with the consciousness of several social duties that appealed to him from the further side of the Alps, but he was under the charm of the Italian spring, and he made a pretext for lingering. He had spent five days at Siena, where he had intended to spend but two, and still it was impossible to continue his journey. He was a young man of a contemplative and speculative turn, and this was his first visit to Italy, so that if he dallied by the way he should not be harshly judged. He had a fancy for sketching, and it was on his conscience to　

THE BRONZE RINGOnce upon a time in a certain country there lived aking whose palace was surrounded by a spacious garden.But, though the gardeners were many and the soil wasgood, this garden yielded neither flowers nor fruits, noteven grass or shady trees.The King was in despair about it, when a wise old mansaid to him:"Your gardeners do not understand their business: butwhat can you expect of men whose fathers were cobblersand carpenters? How should they have learned to cultivateyour garden?""You are quite right," cried the King."Therefore," continued the old man, "you should sendfor a gardener whose father and grandfather have been...