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It was a flaming sunset or late afternoon in the tiny provincial town of Pompelo, at the foot of the Pyrenees in Hispania Citerior. The…

It was the night after Christmas, and all through the house, Not a creature was stirring excepting a mouse. The stockings were flung in haste…

On a verdant slope of Mount Maenalus, in Arcadia, there stands an olive grove about the ruins of a villa. Close by is a tomb,…

In the time of swords and periwigs and full-skirted coats with flowered lappets when gentlemen wore ruffles and gold-laced waistcoats of paduasoy and taffeta there…

In relating the circumstances which have led to my confinement within this refuge for the demented, I am aware that my present position will create…

In the reign of good Queen Bess, there was an honest, industrious countryman named Meanwell, who, living under a hard landlord, was cruelly turned out…

I It is true that I have sent six bullets through the head of my best friend, and yet I hope to show by this…

It was the design of Angelo Ricci and Joe Czanek and Manuel Silva to call on the Terrible Old Man. This old man dwells all…

Once, children were at play in their play-ground one day, when a herald rode through the town, blowing a trumpet, and crying aloud, “The King!…

At Denver there was an influx of passengers into the coaches on the eastbound B. & M. Express. In one coach there sat a very…

The storks relate to their little ones a great many stories, and they are all about moors and reed banks, and suited to their age…

The fact that Henry Armstrong was buried did not seem to him to prove that he was dead: he had always been a hard man…