短篇小说 | Compliments of the Season

2020年2月17日

There are no more Christmas stories to write. Fiction is exhausted; and newspaper items, the next best, are manufactured by clever young journalists who have married early and have an engagingly pessimistic view of life.

短篇小说 | Christmas By Injunction

2020年2月16日

Cherokee was the civic father of Yellowhammer. Yellowhammer was a new mining town constructed mainly of canvas and undressed pine. Cherokee was a prospector.

短篇小说 | Ma'ame Pelagie

2020年2月16日

When the war began, there stood on Cote Joyeuse an imposing mansion of red brick, shaped like the Pantheon. A grove of majestic live-oaks surrounded it.

短篇小说 | The Man That Was Used Up

2020年2月15日

I cannot just now remember when or where I first made the acquaintance of that truly fine-looking fellow, Brevet Brigadier General John A. B. C. Smith.

短篇小说 | Cherchez La Femme

2020年2月15日

Robbins, reporter for the /Picayune/, and Dumars, of /L'Abeille/--the old French newspaper that has buzzed for nearly a century--were good friends, well proven by years of ups and downs together.

短篇小说 | Love on the Bon-Dieu

2020年2月15日

UPON the pleasant veranda of Père Antoine's cottage, that adjoined the church, a young girl had long been seated, awaiting his return.

短篇小说 | The Man of the Crowd

2020年2月14日

It was well said of a certain German book that "er lasst sich nicht lesen"--it does not permit itself to be read. There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told.