The Law and the Ladyby Wilkie CollinsNOTE:ADDRESSED TO THE READER.IN offering this book to you, I have no Preface to write. I haveonly to request that you will bear in mind certain establishedtruths, which occasionally escape your memory when you arereading a work of fiction. Be pleased, then, to remember (First):That the actions of human beings are not invariably governed bythe laws of pure reason. (Secondly): That we are by no meansalways in the habit of bestowing our love on the objects whichare the most deserving of it, in the opinions of our friends.(Thirdly and Lastly): That Characters which may not haveappeared, and Events which may not have taken place, within the...　

　　July.　Heat.　In the city, they are synonymous, they are identical, they mean one and the same thing. In the 87th Precinct, they strut the streets with a vengeance, these twin bitches who wear their bleached blond hair and their bright-red lipstick slashes, who sway on glittering rhinestone slippers, who flaunt their saffron silk. Heat and July, they are identical twins who were born to make you suffer.　The air is tangible. You can reach out to touch it. It is sticky and clinging, you can wrap it around you like a viscous overcoat. The asphalt in the gutters has turned to gum, and your heels clutch at it when you try to navigate the streets. The pavements glow with a flat off-white brillian　

BOOK II: OF THEIR TOWNS, PARTICULARLY OF AMAUROTHE that knows one of their towns knows them all, they are so likeone another, except w here the situation makes some difference. Ishall therefore describe one of them; and none is so proper asAmaurot; for as none is more eminent, all the rest yielding inprecedence to this, because it is the seat of their SupremeCouncil, so there was none of them better known to me, I havinglived five years altogether in it.It lies upon the side of a hill, or rather a rising ground: itsfigure is almost square, for from the one side of it, which shoots...　

BOOK II: OF THEIR MILITARY DISCIPLINETHEY detest war as a very brutal thing; and which, to the reproachof human nature, is more practised by men than by any sort ofbeasts. They, in opposition to the sentiments of almost all othernations, think that there is nothing more inglorious than thatglory that is gained by war. And therefore though they accustomthemselves daily to military exercises and the discipline of warin which not only their men but their women likewise are trainedup, that in cases of necessity they may not be quite uselessyetthey do not rashly engage in war, unless it be either to defend...　

Indian Heroes and Great Chieftainsby Charles A. EastmanCONTENTS1. RED CLOUD2. SPOTTED TAIL3. LITTLE CROW4. TAMAHAY5. GALL6. CRAZY HORSE7. SITTING BULL8. RAIN-IN-THE-FACE9. TWO STRIKE10. AMERICAN HORSE11. DULL KNIFE12. ROMAN NOSE13. CHIEF JOSEPH14. LITTLE WOLF15. HOLE-IN-THE-DAYRED CLOUDEVERY age, every race, has its leaders and heroes. There were oversixty distinct tribes of Indians on this continent, each of whichboasted its notable men. The names and deeds of some of these menwill live in American history, yet in the true sense they are...　

Ponkapog Papersby Thomas Bailey AldrichTO FRANCIS BARTLETTTHESE miscellaneous notes andessays are called Ponkapog Papersnot simply because they chanced, forthe most part, to be written within thelimits of the old Indian Reservation,but, rather, because there is somethingtypical of their unpretentiousness in themodesty with which Ponkapog assumesto being even a village. The littleMassachusetts settlement, nestled underthe wing of the Blue Hills, has no illu-sions concerning itself, never mistakesthe cackle of the bourg for the soundthat echoes round the world, and nomore thinks of rivalling great centres ofhuman activity than these slight papers...　

EAST OF THE SUN AND WEST OF THE MOONOnce upon a time there was a poor husbandman whohad many children and little to give them in the wayeither of food or clothing. They were all pretty, but theprettiest of all was the youngest daughter, who was sobeautiful that there were no bounds to her beauty.So onceit was late on a Thursday evening in autumn,and wild weather outside, terribly dark, and raining soheavily and blowing so hard that the walls of the cottageshook againthey were all sitting together by the fireside,each of them busy with something or other, whensuddenly some one rapped three times against the window-pane. The man went out to see what could be the matter,...　

STAGE-LANDby Jerome K. JeromeTOTHAT HIGHLY RESPECTABLE BUT UNNECESSARILYRETIRING INDIVIDUAL,OF WHOMWE HEAR SO MUCHBUTSEE SO LITTLE,"THE EARNEST STUDENT OF THE DRAMA,"THIS(COMPARATIVELY) TRUTHFUL LITTLE BOOKIS LOVINGLY DEDICATED.CONTENTS.THE HEROTHE VILLAINTHE HEROINETHE COMIC MANTHE LAWYERTHE ADVENTURESSTHE SERVANT GIRLTHE CHILDTHE COMIC LOVERSTHE PEASANTSTHE GOOD OLD MANTHE IRISHMANTHE DETECTIVETHE SAILORSTAGE-LAND.THE HERO.His name is George, generally speaking. "Call me George!" he says tothe heroine. She calls him George (in a very low voice, because sheis so young and timid). Then he is happy....　

THE SEVEN FOALSTHERE was once upon a time a couple of poor folks who lived ina wretched hut, far away from everyone else, in a wood. Theyonly just managed to live from hand to mouth, and had great difficultyin doing even so much as that, but they had three sons, andthe youngest of them was called Cinderlad, for he did nothing elsebut lie and poke about among the ashes.One day the eldest lad said that he would go out to earn his living;he soon got leave to do that, and set out on his way into the world.He walked on and on for the whole day, and when night was beginningto fall he came to a royal palace. The King was standingoutside on the steps, and asked where he was going....　

THE CONEThe night was hot and overcast, the sky red, rimmed with thelingering sunset of mid-summer. They sat at the open window,trying to fancy the air was fresher there. The trees and shrubs ofthe garden stood stiff and dark; beyond in the roadway a gas-lamp burnt, bright orange against the hazy blue of the evening.Farther were the three lights of the railway signal against thelowering sky. The man and woman spoke to one another in low tones."He does not suspect?" said the man, a little nervously."Not he," she said peevishly, as though that too irritatedher. "He thinks of nothing but the works and the prices of fuel.He has no imagination, no poetry."...　

410 BCELECTRAby Sophoclestranslated by R. C. JebbCHARACTERS IN THE PLAYORESTES, son of Agamemnon and CLYTEMNESTRAELECTRA } sister of ORESTESCHRYSOTHEMIS} " " "AN OLD MAN, formerly the PAEDAGOGUS or Attendant Of ORESTESCLYTEMNESTRAAEGISTHUSCHORUS OF WOMEN OF MYCENAEMute PersonsPYLADES, son of Strophius, King of Crisa, the friend Of ORESTES.A handmaid of CLYTEMNESTRA. Two attendants of ORESTESELECTRA...　

The Holly-Treeby Charles DickensFIRST BRANCHMYSELFI have kept one secret in the course of my life. I am a bashfulman. Nobody would suppose it, nobody ever does suppose it, nobodyever did suppose it, but I am naturally a bashful man. This is thesecret which I have never breathed until now.I might greatly move the reader by some account of the innumerableplaces I have not been to, the innumerable people I have not calledupon or received, the innumerable social evasions I have been guiltyof, solely because I am by original constitution and character abashful man. But I will leave the reader unmoved, and proceed with...