短篇小说

Lakeside was a pleasant little town of five or six thousand inhabitants, and a rather pretty one, too, as towns go in the Far West.

When I was twenty-seven years old, I was a mining-broker's clerk in San Francisco, and an expert in all the details of stock traffic.

It is a good many years since I was in Switzerland last. In that remote time there was only one ladder railway in the country.

I reverently believe that the Maker who made us all makes everything in New England but the weather.

The fifteenth regular toast was "The Babies--as they comfort us in our sorrows, let us not forget them in our festivities."

I will say, in conclusion, that my share of the welcome to our guest is none the less hearty because I talk so much nonsense, and I know that I can say the same for the rest of the speakers.

Sir, women have been soldiers, women have been painters, women have been poets. As long as language lives the name of Cleopatra will live.

At the end of three weeks the expedition emerged from the forest and looked upon the great Unknown World. Their eyes were greeted with an impressive spectacle.

A few months ago I was nominated for Governor of the great state of New York, to run against Mr. John T. Smith and Mr. Blank J. Blank on an independent ticket.

This Man Rogers happened upon me and introduced himself at the town of -----, in the South of England, where I stayed awhile.

One of the best men in Washington--or elsewhere--is RILEY, correspondent of one of the great San Francisco dailies.

Will the reader please to cast his eye over the following lines, and see if he can discover anything harmful in them?