短篇小说 | A Tempered Wind
The first time my optical nerves was disturbed by the sight of Buckingham Skinner was in Kansas City.
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短篇小说 | Doctor Chevalier's Lie
The quick report of a pistol rang through the quiet autumn night. It was no unusual sound in the unsavory quarter where Dr. Chevalier had his office.
短篇小说 | The Domain of Arnheim
FROM his cradle to his grave a gale of prosperity bore my friend Ellison along. Nor do I use the word prosperity in its mere worldly sense.
短篇小说 | A Technical Error
I never cared especially for feuds, believing them to be even more overrated products of our country than grapefruit, scrapple, or honeymoons.
短篇小说 | Dead Men's Shoes
As he rode out of the gate, mounted upon his well-beloved "Jupe," the faithful dog following, Gilma felt as if he had awakened from an intoxicating but depressing dream.
短篇小说 | The Devil in the Belfry
EVERYBODY knows, in a general way, that the finest place in the world is -- or, alas, was -- the Dutch borough of Vondervotteimittiss.
短篇小说 | A Strange Story
In the northern part of Austin there once dwelt an honest family by the name of Smothers.
短篇小说 | Cavanelle
I WAS always sure of hearing something pleasant from Cavanelle across the counter.
短篇小说 | The Business Man
Method is the soul of business. —OLD SAYING.
短篇小说 | A Snapshot at the President
A Snapshot of the President is O. Henry's amusing spoof of a Texas reporter's interview with President Cleveland. No trouble getting through White House security with his calling card!
