Drink
By Sherwood Anderson DRINK, concerning Tom Foster TOM FOSTER came to Winesburg from Cincinnati when…
MISS SYDNEY’S FLOWERS.
by Sarah Orne Jewett However sensible it may have been considered by other people, it…
MR. BRUCE.
by Sarah Orne Jewett Last summer (said Aunt Mary), while you were with your father…
A LATE SUPPER.
by Sarah Orne Jewett The story begins one afternoon in June just after dinner. Miss…
A SORROWFUL GUEST.
by Sarah Orne Jewett Dear Helen,—What do you say to our going to housekeeping together?…
A LOST LOVER.
by Sarah Orne Jewett For a great many years it had been understood in Longfield…
Miss Debby’s Neighbors
by Sarah Orne Jewett There is a class of elderly New England women which is…
Tom’s Husband
by Sarah Orne Jewett I shall not dwell long upon the circumstances that led to…
From a Mournful Villager
by Sarah Orne Jewett Lately I have been thinking, with much sorrow, of the approaching…
An October Ride
by Sarah Orne Jewett It was a fine afternoon, just warm enough and just cool…