CLARIMONDE
Théophile Gautier Brother, you ask me if I have ever loved. Yes. My story is…
ARRIA MARCELLA A SOUVENIR OF POMPEII
Théophile Gautier Three young friends, who had under-taken an Italian tour together last year, visited…
THE MONSTER
Stephen Crane I Little Jim was, for the time, engine Number 36, and he was…
HIS NEW MITTENS
Stephen Crane I Little Horace was walking home from school, brilliantly decorated by a pair…
“WORSE THAN CREMONA.”
Edmund Leamy (A Story of the days of the Irish Brigade.) Towards the end of…
TRUE TO DEATH.
Edmund Leamy “Death!” The speaker was a tall, sinewy, athletic man, from twenty-eight to thirty…
THE SPECTRES OF BARCELONA.
Edmund Leamy (From the Memoirs of an Officer of the Irish Brigade). I was little…
THE RUSE OF MADAME MARTIN.
Edmund Leamy Nature was a little unkind to Danton Martin when it encased a great…
THE PRETTY QUAKERESS.
Edmund Leamy I was just about twenty years of age. I had entered Trinity three…
“THE LIGHT THAT LIES IN WOMAN’S EYES.”
Edmund Leamy (A Story of ’98). Nora O’Kelly was just nineteen years of age—tall, lissome,…