短篇小说 | The Enchanted Kiss

2020年5月23日

But a clerk in the Cut-rate Drug Store was Samuel Tansey, yet his slender frame was a pad that enfolded the passion of Romeo, the gloom of Laura, the romance of D'Artagnan, and the desperate inspiration of Melnotte.

短篇小说 | The Emancipation of Billy

2020年5月22日

In the old, old, square-porticoed mansion, with the wry window- shutters and the paint peeling off in discoloured flakes, lived one of the last war governors.

短篇小说 | The Easter of the Soul

2020年5月21日

It is hardly likely that a goddess may die. Then Eastre, the old Saxon goddess of spring, must be laughing in her muslin sleeve at people who believe that Easter, her namesake, exists only along certain strips of Fifth Avenue pavement after church service.

短篇小说 | The Duplicity of Hargraves

2020年5月20日

In this pleasant, private boarding house they engaged rooms, including a study for Major Talbot, who was adding the finishing chapters to his book, "Anecdotes and Reminiscences of the Alabama Army, Bench, and Bar."

短篇小说 | The Duel

2020年5月19日

The gods, lying beside their nectar on 'Lympus and peeping over the edge of the cliff, perceive a difference in cities.

短篇小说 | The Dream

2020年5月18日

Both psychology and science grope when they would explain to us the strange adventures of our immaterial selves when wandering in the realm of "Death's twin brother, Sleep."

短篇小说 | The Dog And The Playlet

2020年5月16日

Usually it is a cold day in July when you can stroll up Broadway in that month and get a story out of the drama. I found one a few breathless, parboiling days ago, and it seems to decide a serious question in art.

短篇小说 | The Discounters of Money

2020年5月15日

The spectacle of the money-caliphs of the present day going about Bagdad-on-the-Subway trying to relieve the wants of the people is enough to make the great Al Raschid turn Haroun in his grave.

短篇小说 | The Diamond of Kali

2020年5月14日

The original news item concerning the diamond of the goddess Kali was handed in to the city editor. He smiled and held it for a moment above the wastebasket. Then he laid it back on his desk and said: "Try the Sunday people; they might work something out of it."