FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENTHE LITTLE ELDER-TREE MOTHERby Hans Christian AndersenTHERE was once a little boy who had caught cold; he had gone outand got wet feet. Nobody had the least idea how it had happened; theweather was quite dry. His mother undressed him, put him to bed, andordered the teapot to be brought in, that she might make him a goodcup of tea from the elder-tree blossoms, which is so warming. At thesame time, the kind-hearted old man who lived by himself in theupper storey of the house came in; he led a lonely life, for he had no...　

410 BCTHE THESMOPHORIAZUSAEby Aristophanesanonymous translatorCHARACTERS IN THE PLAYEURIPIDESMNESILOCHUS, Father-in-law of EuripidesAGATHONSERVANT OF AGATHONHERALDWOMENCLISTHENESA MAGISTRATEA SCYTHIAN POLICEMANCHORUS OF THESMOPHORIAZUSAE-Womencelebrating the THESMOPHORIA(SCENE:-Behind the orchestra are two buildings, one the house of...　

Stories by Modern American AuthorsEdited by Julian HawthorneCONTENTS:F. MARION CRAWFORD (1854-)By the Waters of ParadiseMARY E. WILKINS FREEMAN (1862-)The Shadows on the WallMELVILLE D. POST (1871-)The Corpus DelictiAMBROSE BIERCE (1842-)An Heiress from RedhorseThe Man and the SnakeEDGAR ALLAN POE (1809-49)The Oblong BoxThe Gold-BugWASHINGTON IRVING (1783-1859)Wolfert Webber, or Golden DreamsAdventure of the Black FishermanCHARLES BROCKDEN BROWN (1771-1810)...　

The Yellow Crayonby E. Phillips OppenheimCHAPTER IIt was late summer-time, and the perfume of flowers stole into thedarkened room through the half-opened window. The sunlight forcedits way through a chink in the blind, and stretched across the floorin strange zigzag fashion. From without came the pleasant murmurof bees and many lazier insects floating over the gorgeous flowerbeds, resting for a while on the clematis which had made the piazzaa blaze of purple splendour. And inside, in a high-backed chair,there sat a man, his arms folded, his eyes fixed steadily upon...　

JACK LIGHTS OUTCHAPTER 1The Alhambra Inn and Gardens1　　　　On September 15th, 1981, a boy named Jack Sawyer stood where the water and land e together, hands in the pockets of his jeans, looking out at the steady Atlantic. He was twelve years old and tall for his age. The sea-breeze swept back his brown hair, probably too long, from a fine, clear brow. He stood there, filled with the confused and painful emotions he had lived with for the last three months-since the time when his mother had closed their house on Rodeo Drive in Los Angeles and, in a flurry of furniture, checks, and real-estate a　

THE RIDDLE HOUSEThe villagers of Little Hangleron still called it "the Riddle House," even though it had been many years since the Riddle family had lived there. It stood on a hill overlooking the village, some of its windows boarded, tiles missing from its roof, and ivy spreading unchecked over its face. Once a fine-looking manor, and easily the largest and grandest building for miles around, the Riddle House was now damp, derelict, and unoccupied.The Little Hagletons all agreed that the old house was "creepy." Half a century ago, something strange and horrible had happened there, somethi　

The Mahatma and the HareA Dream Storyby H. Rider Haggard"Ultimately a good hare was found which took the field at . . .There the hounds pressed her, and on the hunt arriving at the edgeof the cliff the hare could be seen crossing the beach and goingright out to sea. A boat was procured, and the master and someothers rowed out to her just as she drowned, and, bringing thebody in, gave it to the hounds. A hare swimming out to sea is asight not often witnessed."/Local paper, January/ 1911.". . . A long check occurred in the latter part of this hunt, the...　

Juanaby Honore de BalzacTranslated by Katharine Prescott Wormeley)DEDICATIONTo Madame la Comtesse Merlin.JUANA(THE MARANAS)CHAPTER IEXPOSITIONNotwithstanding the discipline which Marechal Suchet had introducedinto his army corps, he was unable to prevent a short period oftrouble and disorder at the taking of Tarragona. According to certainfair-minded military men, this intoxication of victory bore a strikingresemblance to pillage, though the marechal promptly suppressed it....　

THE SEVEN FOALSTHERE was once upon a time a couple of poor folks who lived ina wretched hut, far away from everyone else, in a wood. Theyonly just managed to live from hand to mouth, and had great difficultyin doing even so much as that, but they had three sons, andthe youngest of them was called Cinderlad, for he did nothing elsebut lie and poke about among the ashes.One day the eldest lad said that he would go out to earn his living;he soon got leave to do that, and set out on his way into the world.He walked on and on for the whole day, and when night was beginning...　

1690CONCERNING CIVIL GOVERNMENT, SECOND ESSAYAN ESSAY CONCERNING THE TRUE ORIGINAL EXTENT ANDEND OF CIVIL GOVERNMENTby John LockeChapter IOf Political Power1. It having been shown in the foregoing discourse:** An Essay Concerning Certain False Principles.Firstly. That Adam had not, either by natural right of fatherhood orby positive donation from God, any such authority over his children,...　

OF THE RISE AND PROGRESS OF THE ARTS AND SCIENCESDavid Hume1742Nothing requires greater nicety, in our enquiries concerninghuman affairs, than to distinguish exactly what is owing to, and what proceeds from ; nor is there anysubject, in which an author is more liable to deceive himself byfalse subtilties and refinements. To say, that any event isderived from chance, cuts short all farther enquiry concerningit, and leaves the writer in the same state of ignorance with the...　

Wild Walesby George BorrowIts People, Language and SceneryINTRODUCTORYWALES is a country interesting in many respects, and deserving ofmore attention than it has hitherto met with. Though not veryextensive, it is one of the most picturesque countries in theworld, a country in which Nature displays herself in her wildest,boldest, and occasionally loveliest forms. The inhabitants, whospeak an ancient and peculiar language, do not call this regionWales, nor themselves Welsh. They call themselves Cymry or Cumry,and their country Cymru, or the land of the Cumry. Wales or...　

FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENTHE DUMB BOOKby Hans Christian AndersenIN the high-road which led through a wood stood a solitaryfarm-house; the road, in fact, ran right through its yard. The sun wasshining and all the windows were open; within the house people werevery busy. In the yard, in an arbour formed by lilac bushes in fullbloom, stood an open coffin; thither they had carried a dead man,who was to be buried that very afternoon. Nobody shed a tear over him;his face was covered over with a white cloth, under his head they...　

The French Revolution, Volume 2The Origins of Contemporary France, Volume 3by Hippolyte A. TaineTHE REVOLUTION. Volume II. THE JACOBIN CONQUEST.THE FRENCH REVOLUTION VOLUME II.THE JACOBIN CONQUEST.THE FRENCH REVOLUTION VOLUME II.BOOK FIRST. THE JACOBINS.CHAPTER I. The Establishment of the new political organ.I. The Revolutionary Party.II. The Jacobins.III. Jacobin Mentality.IV. What the Theory Promises.CHAPTER II. The Party....　

FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENTHE LOVELIEST ROSE IN THE WORLDby Hans Christian AndersenTHERE lived once a great queen, in whose garden were found atall seasons the most splendid flowers, and from every land in theworld. She specially loved roses, and therefore she possessed the mostbeautiful varieties of this flower, from the wild hedge-rose, with itsapple-scented leaves, to the splendid Provence rose. They grew nearthe shelter of the walls, wound themselves round columns andwindow-frames, crept along passages and over the ceilings of the...　

The Blue Flowerby Henry van DykeThe desire of the moth for the star,Of the night for the morrow,The devotion for something afarFrom the sphere of our sorrow.SHELLEY.ToTHE DEAR MEMORY OFBERNARD VAN DYKE1887-1897AND THE LOVE THAT LIVESBEYOND THE YEARSPREFACESometimes short stories are brought together like parcels ina basket. Sometimes they grow together like blossoms on abush. Then, of course, they really belong to one another,because they have the same life in them.The stories in this book have been growing together for a...