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The Great War Syndicateby Frank StocktonIn the spring of a certain year, not far from theclose of the nineteenth century, when the politicalrelations between the United States and Great Britainbecame so strained that careful observers on both sidesof the Atlantic were forced to the belief that aserious break in these relations might be looked for atany time, the fishing schooner Eliza Drum sailed froma port in Maine for the banks of Newfoundland.It was in this year that a new system of protectionfor American fishing vessels had been adopted inWashington. Every fleet of these vessels wasaccompanied by one or more United States cruisers,...
LEGENDS AND LYRICS - SECOND SERIESLEGENDS ANDLYRICS - SECONDSERIESby Adelaide Ann Proctor1- Page 2-LEGENDS AND LYRICS - SECOND SERIESVERSE: A LEGEND OFPROVENCEThe lights extinguished, by the hearth I leant, Half weary with alistless discontent. The flickering giant-shadows, gathering near, Closedround me with a dim and silent fear. All dull, all dark; save when the...
The MemorabiliaThe Memorabiliaby XenophonTranslation by H. G. Dakyns1- Page 2-The MemorabiliaBOOK III have often wondered by what arguments those who indicted[1]Socrates could have persuaded the Athenians that his life was justly forfeitto the state. The indictment was to this effect: "Socrates is guilty of crimein refusing to recognise the gods acknowledged by the state, and importing...
A few years ago, while I was writing Flood Tide, I realized that Dirk Pitt needed some help on a particular assignment, and so I dreamed up Juan Cabrillo. Cabrillo ran a ship called the Oregon, on the outside pletely nondescript, but on the inside packed with state-of-the-art intelligence-gathering equipment. It was a pletely private enterprise, available for any government agency that could afford it. It went where no warship could go, transported secret cargo without suspicion, plucked data out of the airit was the perfect plement to NUMA. In fact, I had so much fun writing about the Oregon and its rakish, one-legged chief that I was sorry to see it sail off when its task was done. I pro
FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENSOUP FROM A SAUSAGE SKEWERby Hans Christian Andersen"WE had such an excellent dinner yesterday," said an old mouseof the female sex to another who had not been present at the feast. "Isat number twenty-one below the mouse-king, which was not a bad place.Shall I tell you what we had? Everything was first rate. Mouldy bread,tallow candle, and sausage. And then, when we had finished thatcourse, the same came on all over again; it was as good as two feasts.We were very sociable, and there was as much joking and fun as if wehad been all of one family circle. Nothing was left but the sausage...
"SHE STOOPS TO CONQUER""SHE STOOPS TOCONQUER"by OLIVER GOLDSMITHA COMEDY.1- Page 2-"SHE STOOPS TO CONQUER"To SAMUEL JOHNSON, LL.D.Dear Sir,By inscribing this slight performance to you, I do not meanso much to compliment you as myself. It may do me some honour toinform the public, that I have lived many years in intimacy with you. Itmay serve the interests of mankind also to inform them, that the greatest...
The Wheels of Chanceby H. G. Wells [Herbert George]THE PRINCIPAL CHARACTER IN THE STORYI.If you (presuming you are of the sex that does such things)if you had gone into the Drapery Emporiumwhich is really only magnificent for shopof Messrs. Antrobus & Co.a perfectly fictitious "Co.," by the byeof Putney, on the 14th of August, 1895, had turned to the right-hand side, where the blocks of white linen and piles of blankets rise up to the rail from which the pink and blue prints depend, you might have been served by the central figure of this story that is now beginning. He would have come forward, bowing and swaying, he would have extended two hands with largish knuckles and enormous cuffs ove
A Millionaire of Rough-and-Readyby Bret HartePROLOGUEThere was no mistake this time: he had struck gold at last!It had lain there before him a moment agoa misshapen piece ofbrown-stained quartz, interspersed with dull yellow metal; yieldingenough to have allowed the points of his pick to penetrate itshoneycombed recesses, yet heavy enough to drop from the point ofhis pick as he endeavored to lift it from the red earth.He was seeing all this plainly, although he found himself, he knewnot why, at some distance from the scene of his discovery, hisheart foolishly beating, his breath impotently hurried. Yet he waswalking slowly and vaguely; conscious of stopping and staring at...
A Mountain WomanA Mountain WomanBy Elia Wilkinson PeattieTo My best Friend, and kindest Critic, My Husband.1- Page 2-A Mountain WomanIF Leroy Brainard had not had such a respect for literature, he wouldhave written a book.As it was, he played at being an architect and succeeded in being acharming fellow. My sister Jessica never lost an opportunity of laughing athis endeavors as an architect."You can build an enchanting villa, but what would you do with a...
1872FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENUNDER THE WILLOW-TREEby Hans Christian AndersenTHE region round the little town of Kjoge is very bleak andcold. The town lies on the sea shore, which is always beautiful; buthere it might be more beautiful than it is, for on every side thefields are flat, and it is a long way to the forest. But whenpersons reside in a place and get used to it, they can always findsomething beautiful in it,- something for which they long, even in themost charming spot in the world which is not home. It must be owned that there are in the outskirts of the town some humble gardens on the banks of a little stream that runs on towards the sea, and in summer these gardens
HIS DOGHIS DOGBy ALBERT PAYSON TERHUNE 19221- Page 2-HIS DOGCHAPTER I. The DerelictLink Ferris was a fighter. Not by nature, nor by choice, but to keepalive.His battleground covered an area of forty acresbroken, scrubby,uncertain side-hill acres, at that. In brief, a worked-out farm among themountain slopes of the North Jersey hinterland; six miles from the nearest...