Adventure IXThe Greek InterpreterDuring my long and intimate acquaintance with Mr.Sherlock Holmes I had never heard him refer to hisrelations, and hardly ever to his own early life.This reticence upon his part had increased thesomewhat inhuman effect which he produced upon me,until sometimes I found myself regarding him as anisolated phenomenon, a brain without a heart, asdeficient in human sympathy as he was pre-eminent inintelligence. His aversion to women and hisdisinclination to form new friendships were bothtypical of his unemotional character, but not more so...　

The Daisy Chain, or Aspirationsby Charlotte YongePREFACENo one can be more sensible than is the Author that the present is anovergrown book of a nondescript class, neither the "tale" for theyoung, nor the novel for their elders, but a mixture of both.Begun as a series of conversational sketches, the story outran boththe original intention and the limits of the periodical in which itwas commenced; and, such as it has become, it is here presented tothose who have already made acquaintance with the May family, and maybe willing to see more of them. It would beg to be considered merely...　

THE GOLDEN BRANCHONCE upon a time there was a King who was so morose anddisagreeable that he was feared by all his subjects, and withgood reason, as for the most trifling offences he would have theirheads cut off. This King Grumpy, as he was called, had oneson, who was as different from his father as he could possibly be.No prince equalled him in cleverness and kindness of heart, butunfortunately he was most terribly ugly. He had crooked legs andsquinting eyes, a large mouth all on one side, and a hunchback.Never was there a beautiful soul in such a frightful little body, but...　

　On July 16, in the aching torpid heat of the South Florida summer, Terry Whelper stood at the Avis counter at Miami International Airport and rented a bright red Chrysler LeBaron convertible. He had originally signed up for a Dodge Colt, a sensible low-mileage pact, but his wife had told him go on, be sporty for once in your life. So Terry Whelper got the red LeBaron plus the extra collision coverage, in anticipation of Miami drivers. Into the convertible he inserted the family-his wife Gerri, his son Jason, his daughter Jennifer-and bravely set out for the turnpike.　The children, who liked 　

JESPER WHO HERDED THE HARESThere was once a king who ruled over a kingdom somewhere betweensunrise and sunset. It was as small as kingdoms usually were inold times, and when the king went up to the roof of his palaceand took a look round he could see to the ends of it in everydirection. But as it was all his own, he was very proud of it,and often wondered how it would get along without him. He hadonly one child, and that was a daughter, so he foresaw that shemust be provided with a husband who would be fit to be king afterhim. Where to find one rich enough and clever enough to be a...　

Philosophy 4A Story of Harvard Universityby Owen WisterITwo frowning boys sat in their tennis flannels beneath the glare of lampand gas. Their leather belts were loosened, their soft pink shirtsunbuttoned at the collar. They were listening with gloomy voracity tothe instruction of a third. They sat at a table bared of its customarysporting ornaments, and from time to time they questioned, sucked theirpencils, and scrawled vigorous, laconic notes. Their necks and facesshone with the bloom of out-of-doors. Studious concentration was...　

Tales of Trail and Townby Bret HarteCONTENTSTHE ANCESTORS OF PETER ATHERLYTWO AMERICANSTHE JUDGMENT OF BOLINAS PLAINTHE STRANGE EXPERIENCE OF ALKALI DICKA NIGHT ON THE DIVIDETHE YOUNGEST PROSPECTOR IN CALAVERASA TALE OF THREE TRUANTSTALES OF TRAIL AND TOWNTHE ANCESTORS OF PETER ATHERLYCHAPTER IIt must be admitted that the civilizing processes of Rough andReady were not marked by any of the ameliorating conditions ofother improved camps. After the discovery of the famous "Eureka"...　

ReadingWith a little more deliberation in the choice of their pursuits,all men would perhaps become essentially students and observers, forcertainly their nature and destiny are interesting to all alike. Inaccumulating property for ourselves or our posterity, in founding afamily or a state, or acquiring fame even, we are mortal; but indealing with truth we are immortal, and need fear no change noraccident. The oldest Egyptian or Hindoo philosopher raised a cornerof the veil from the statue of the divinity; and still the trembling...　

Hieroby XenophonTranslation by H. G. DakynsXenophon the Athenian was born 431 B.C. He was apupil of Socrates. He marched with the Spartans,and was exiled from Athens. Sparta gave him landand property in Scillus, where he lived for manyyears before having to move once more, to settlein Corinth. He died in 354 B.C.The Hiero is an imaginary dialogue, c. 474 B.C.,between Simonides of Ceos, the poet; and Hieron,of Syracuse and Gela, the despot....　

Historic Girlsby E. S. BrooksSTORIES OF GIRLS WHO HAVE INFLUENCED THEHISTORY OF THEIR TIMESE. S. BROOKSPREFACE.In these progressive days, when so much energy and discussion aredevoted to what is termed equality and the rights of woman, it iswell to remember that there have been in the distant past women,and girls even, who by their actions and endeavors provedthemselves the equals of the men of their time in valor,shrewdness, and ability.This volume seeks to tell for the girls and boys of to-day thestories of some of their sisters of the long-ago,girls who by...　

Lecture VIIIThe Growth and Diffusion of Primitive IdeasMr Tylor has justly observed that the true lesson of the newscience of Comparative Mythology is the barrenness in primitivetimes of the faculty which we most associate with mentalfertility, the Imagination. Comparative Jurisprudence, as mightbe expected from the natural stability of law and custom, yetmore strongly suggests the same inference, and points to thefewness of ideas and the slowness of additions to the mentalstock as among the most general characteristics of mankind in its...　

Eugene Pickeringby Henry JamesCHAPTER I.It was at Homburg, several years ago, before the gaming had beensuppressed. The evening was very warm, and all the world wasgathered on the terrace of the Kursaal and the esplanade below it tolisten to the excellent orchestra; or half the world, rather, for thecrowd was equally dense in the gaming-rooms around the tables.Everywhere the crowd was great. The night was perfect, the seasonwas at its height, the open windows of the Kursaal sent long shaftsof unnatural light into the dusky woods, and now and then, in the...　

ScaramoucheA Romance of the French Revolutionby Rafael SabatiniCONTENTSBOOK ITHE ROBEI. THE REPUBLICANII. THE ARISTOCRATIII. THE ELOQUENCE OF M. DE VILMORINIV. THE HERITAGEV. THE LORD OF GAVRILLACVI. THE WINDMILLVII. THE WINDVIII. OMNES OMNIBUSIX. THE AFTERMATHBOOK IITHE BUSKINI. THE TRESPASSERSII. THE SERVICE OF THESPISIII. THE COMIC MUSEIV. EXIT MONSIEUR PARVISSIMUSV. ENTER SCARAMOUCHEVI. CLIMENEVII. THE CONQUEST OF NANTES...　

Rosamund, Queen of the Lombardsby Algernon Charles SwinburnePERSONS REPRESENTEDALBOVINE, King of the Lombards.ALMACHILDES, a young Lombard warrior.NARSETES, an old leader and counsellor.ROSAMUND, Queen of the LombardsHILDEGARD, a noble Lombard maiden.SCENE, VERONATime, June 573ACT IA hall in the Palace: a curtain drawn midway across it.Enter ALBOVINE and NARSETES.ALBOVINE.This is no matter of the wars: in warThy king, old friend, is less than king of thine,And comrade less than follower. Hast thou lovedEverloved woman, not as chance may love,...　

THE SKETCH BOOKCHRISTMASby Washington IrvingCHRISTMASBut is old, old, good old Christmas gone? Nothing but the hair ofhis good, gray, old head and beard left? Well, I will have that,seeing I cannot have more of him.HUE AND CRY AFTER CHRISTMAS.A man might then beholdAt Christmas, in each hallGood fires to curb the cold,And meat for great and small.The neighbors were friendly bidden,...　

A Mountain EuropaBy John Fox, Jr.TO JAMES LANE ALLENIAs Clayton rose to his feet in the still air, the tree-tops began to tremble in the gap below him, and a rippling ran through the leaves up the mountain-side. Drawing off his hat he stretched out his arms to meet it, and his eyes closed as the cool wind struck his throat and face and lifted the hair from his forehead. About him the mountains lay like a tumultuous sea-the Jellico Spur, stilled gradually on every side into vague, purple shapes against the broken rim of the sky, and Pine Mountain and the Cumberland Range racing in like breake