The Golden Roadby L. M. Montgomery"Life was a rose-lipped comradeWith purple flowers dripping from her fingers."The Author.TOTHE MEMORY OFAunt Mary LawsonWHO TOLD ME MANY OF THE TALESREPEATED BY THESTORY GIRLFOREWORDOnce upon a time we all walked on the golden road. It was a fair highway, through the Land of Lost Delight; shadow and sunshine were blessedly mingled, and every turn and dip revealed a fresh charm and a new loveliness to eager hearts and unspoiled eyes.On that road we heard the song of morning stars; we drank in fragrances aerial and sweet as a May mist; we were rich in gossamer fancies and iris hopes; our hearts sought and found the boon of dreams; the years waited beyond and
THE LOVE AFFAIRS OF A BIBLIOMANIACTHE LOVE AFFAIRSOF A BIBLIOMANIACBY EUGENE FIELD1- Page 2-THE LOVE AFFAIRS OF A BIBLIOMANIACIntroductionThe determination to found a story or a series of sketches on thedelights, adventures, and misadventures connected with bibliomania didnot come impulsively to my brother. For many years, in short during thegreater part of nearly a quarter of a century of journalistic work, he had...
Like an uncoiling serpent, a line of fighting chariots wound swiftly down the gut of the valley. From where he clung to the dashboard of the leading chariot the boy looked up at the cliffs that hemmed them in. The sheer rock was pierced by the openings to the tombs of the old people that honeybed the cliff. The dark pits stared down at him like the implacable eyes of a legion of djinn. Prince Nefer Memnon shuddered and looked away, furtively making the sign to avert evil with his left hand. Over his shoulder he glanced back down the column and saw that from the following chariot Taita was watching him through the swirling clouds of dust. The dust had coated the old man and his vehicl
Robert Falconerby George MacDonaldTOTHE MEMORYOF THE MAN WHOSTANDS HIGHEST IN THE ORATORYOF MY MEMORY,ALEXANDER JOHN SCOTT,I, DARING, PRESUME TO DEDICATE THIS BOOK.PART I.HIS BOYHOOD.CHAPTER I.A RECOLLECTION.Robert Falconer, school-boy, aged fourteen, thought he had neverseen his father; that is, thought he had no recollection of havingever seen him. But the moment when my story begins, he had begun todoubt whether his belief in the matter was correct. And, as he wenton thinking, he became more and more assured that he had seen hisfather somewhere about six years before, as near as a thoughtful boy...
Malvina of Brittanyby Jerome K. JeromeContents.MALVINA OF BRITTANY.The Preface.I. The Story.II. How it came about.III. How cousin Christopher became mixed up with it.IV. How it was kept from Mrs. Arlington.V. How it was told to Mrs. Marigold.VI. And how it was finished too soon.The Prologue.THE STREET OF THE BLANK WALL.HIS EVENING OUT.THE LESSON.SYLVIA OF THE LETTERS.THE FAWN GLOVES.MALVINA OF BRITTANY.THE PREFACE.The Doctor never did believe this story, but claims for it that, toa great extent, it has altered his whole outlook on life."Of course, what actually happenedwhat took place under my own...
THE HOUSE BEHIND THE CEDARSTHE HOUSE BEHINDTHE CEDARSBY CHARLES W. CHESNUTT1- Page 2-THE HOUSE BEHIND THE CEDARSIA STRANGER FROM SOUTH CAROLINATime touches all things with destroying hand; and if he seem nowand then to bestow the bloom of youth, the sap of spring, it is but a briefmockery, to be surely and swiftly followed by the wrinkles of old age, thedry leaves and bare branches of winter. And yet there are places where...
OWL POSTHarry Potter was a highly unusual boy in many ways. For one thing, he hated the summer holidays more than any other time of year. For another, he really wanted to do his homework but was forced to do it in secret, in the dead of night. And he also happened to be a wizard.It was nearly midnight, and he was lying on his stomach in bed, the blankets drawn right over his head like a tent, a flashlight in one hand and a large leather-bound book (A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot) propped open against the pillow. Harry moved the tip of his eagle-feather quill down the page, frowning as he looked for something that would help him write his essay, "Witch Burning in the Fourteenth Ce
TITUS ANDRONICUSTITUS ANDRONICUSWilliam Shakespeare1- Page 2-TITUS ANDRONICUSACT I.2- Page 3-TITUS ANDRONICUSSCENE I. Rome. Before the CapitolFlourish. Enter the TRIBUNES and SENATORS aloft; and then enterbelow SATURNINUS and his followers at one door, and BASSIANUSand his followers at the other, with drums and trumpetsSATURNINUS. Noble patricians, patrons of my right, Defend the...
By P. G. Wodehouse 1 In a day in June, at the hour when London moves abroad in quest of lunch, a young man stood at the entrance of the Bandolero Restaurant looking earnestly up Shaftesbury Avenuea large young man in excellent condition, with a pleasant, good-humoured, brown, clean-cut face. He paid no attention to the stream of humanity that flowed past him. His mouth was set and his eyes wore a serious, almost a wistful expression. He was frowning slightly. One would have said that here was a man with a secret sorrow. William FitzWilliam Delamere Chalmers, Lord Dawlish, had no secret sorrow. All that he was thinking of at that moment was the best method of laying a golf ball dead in fr
To William Howells "Praise not the day until evening has e; a woman until she is burnt; a sword until it is tried; a maiden until she is married; ice until it has been crossed; beer until it has been drunk." VIKING PROVERB "Evil is of old date." ARAB PROVERB INTRODUCTION THE IBN FADLAN MANUSCRIPT REPRESENTS THE earliest known eyewitness account of Viking life and society. It is an extraordinary document, describing in vivid detail events which occurred more than a thousand years ago. The manuscript has not, of course, survived intact over that enormous span of time. It has a peculiar history of its own, and one no less remarkable than the text itself. ...
THE COLOUR OF LIFETHE COLOUR OF LIFE1- Page 2-THE COLOUR OF LIFETHE COLOUR OF LIFERed has been praised for its nobility as the colour of life. But the truecolour of life is not red. Red is the colour of violence, or of life brokenopen, edited, and published. Or if red is indeed the colour of life, it is soonly on condition that it is not seen. Once fully visible, red is the colour oflife violated, and in the act of betrayal and of waste. Red is the secret oflife, and not the manifestation thereof. It is one of the things the value of...
Unbeaten Tracks in Japanby Isabella L. BirdAN ACCOUNT OF TRAVELS IN THE INTERIORINCLUDING VISITS TO THE ABORIGINES OF YEZO ANDTHE SHRINE OF NIKKO BY ISABELLA L. BIRDPREFACEHaving been recommended to leave home, in April 1878, in order torecruit my health by means which had proved serviceable before, Idecided to visit Japan, attracted less by the reputed excellence ofits climate than by the certainty that it possessed, in an especialdegree, those sources of novel and sustained interest which conduceso essentially to the enjoyment and restoration of a solitaryhealth-seeker. The climate disappointed me, but, though I foundthe country a study rather than a rapture, its interest exceeded my...