短篇小说 | The Black Cat
FOR the most wild, yet most homely narrative which I am about to pen, I neither expect nor solicit belief. Mad indeed would I be to expect it, in a case where my very senses reject their own evidence.
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短篇小说 | A Service of Love
When one loves one's Art no service seems too hard.
短篇小说 | Boulôt and Boulotte
When Boulôt and Boulotte, the little piny-wood twins, had reached the dignified age of twelve, it was decided in family council that the time had come for them to put their little naked feet into shoes.
短篇小说 | The Balloon Hoax
This is unquestionably the most stupendous, the most interesting, and the most important undertaking ever accomplished or even attempted by man. What magnificent events may ensue, it would be useless now to think of determining.
短篇小说 | A Sacrifice Hit
The editor of the Hearthstone Magazine had his own ideas about the selection of manuscript for his publication.
短篇小说 | Beyond the Bayou
The bayou curved like a crescent around the point of land on which La Folle's cabin stood.
短篇小说 | The Assignation
ILL-FATED and mysterious man ! - bewildered in the brilliancy of thine own imagination, and fallen in the flames of thine own youth !
短篇小说 | A Ruler of Men
I walked the streets of the City of Insolence, thirsting for the sight of a stranger face. For the City is a desert of familiar types as thick and alike as the grains in a sand-storm; and you grow to hate them as you do a friend who is always by you, or one of your own kin.
短篇小说 | Azélie
'Polyte was beating his leg with his limp felt hat. "I reckon I jus' as well go yonda on Li'le river - w'ere Azélie," he said.
短篇小说 | The Angel of the Odd
Upon coming to my senses (for the fall had very thoroughly stunned me) I found it about four o'clock in the morning.
短篇小说 | Aristocracy Versus Hash
The snake reporter of The Rolling Stone was wandering up the avenue last night on his way home from the Y.M.C.A. rooms when he was approached by a gaunt, hungry-looking man with wild eyes and dishevelled hair. He accosted the reporter in a hollow, weak voice.
短篇小说 | A Wizard from Gettysburg
"Madame," he said, "an old soldier, wounded on the field of Gettysburg, craves for himself and his two little children your kind hospitality."
