THE LAND OF THE SINGING MOUSE
BY EMERSON HOUGH THIS is my room. I live here; and my friends come…
THE HOUSE OF TRUTH
BY EMERSON HOUGH ONE morning I lay upon my bed in the little room…
THE HOUSE OF DREAMS
BY EMERSON HOUGH “UPON what couch,” I asked the Singing Mouse, “may one…
THE BURDEN OF A SONG
BY EMERSON HOUGH THE Singing Mouse came out. Quaintly and sweetly and with wondrous clearness…
THE BIRTH OF THE HOURS
BY EMERSON HOUGH “DO you know the story of the Wedding of the…
THE BIRTH OF THE HOURS
BY EMERSON HOUGH “DO you know the story of the Wedding of the…
THE BELL AND THE SHADOW
BY EMERSON HOUGH MELODY unformulate, music immaterial, such was the voice of the Singing…
The Beast Terrible
by Emerson Hough THE little room was resplendent one night with a fire which flamed…
The Abducted Bride
The Abducted Bride By Emerson Hough I. NOTHING happens,” said Runt Ware, discontentedly. “Absolutely nothing…
Of White Moths
Of White Moths by Emerson Hough “ONCE,” said the Singing Mouse, “I was…