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The men were friends as well as comrades, and soon grew into a bond of mutual good fellowship. Thorn was a Massachusetts volunteer, Phil was a "romantic chap", and Dick smoked a minute with more...

Bachmann sat on a bench in the shade that smelled sickly with blossom and watched as the sergeant took command and the little company moved forward. Bachmann mounted the small, quick-hurrying tram...

On a morning in May, we left the horse car in Charlesbridge and walked down the street to our new home. It was quiet and we learned to know the several voices of the cows pastured in the vacant...

Dr Ragin is honest and intelligent but lacks the strength of character to see to it that life around him is honest and intelligent - which h

John Mortonson was dead, and his body rested in a fine mahogany coffin fitted with a plate of glass. His face was not disagreeable to look upon, and his death had been painless. At two o'clock in...

As we rolled along, I scanned my companion covertly, and saw much to interest a girl of seventeen. I answered readily, and told him about my cousin Guy. Twilight wrapped us in its shadows when I...

We did ourselves the immortal credit of recording a sensation of loneliness and a sensation of jolting when we left New Burlington Street in the hackney cabriolet. Professor Pumpkinskull has been...

A small locomotive engine came clanking, and the smoke from the engine sank and cleaved to the rough grass. A mother and son stood at the foot of the three steps, and the mother watched her son's...

Wharton was up-town lunching at Delmonico's when the voice over the telephone promised to name the man who killed Hermann Banf. He believed the injustice would soon end. Rumson and the detective...

Tonomoli, a young warrior, joins a council to fight Osmadaan's invasion, facing battles and alliances in a fantasy world.

Path is a room from remembering with windows around its perimeter, a table, red wine, cutlery, couscous, partially chewed red meat, salad dressed with indifference, a silent film grand piano...

I wept more bitterly, because my father had never seemed to love, and I learned that my sister was dead. When I reached the age of sixteen, my mother's plans began to develop, and we moved to...