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Sir Robert Ardagh, a gloomy and morose man, decided to go up alone to the castle, where he reclining on a table. The old man opened the door and saw his master reeling, and the door was thrown open...

We can’t be other than we are and we are hungry for some fruit...

The fight between Generals Sherman and Johnston near Dallas, Georgia, is buried in the official reports of the victors and ignored by General Sherman in his memoirs. A subordinate officer knew...

A drifter describes making, spending and losing a few bucks.

WILD cat was listening to the melody of distant hounds tracking a remote fox. She shinned up a tree as the dogs burst into view below her and stifled their songs upon the body of their victim...

Percinet falls in love with a princess called Graciosa, and shows her true love.

The Lord of Montcontour, a brave soldier of Tours, put his other son in a monastery, but decided to give his second son in marriage to a maiden. The old lady Virtue, long time a widow, lived...

A Maine regiment passed through Boston in the third year of the late war, and Tom and I promised to tell Joe's mother how finely the regiment went off. Joe Collins proved himself a good soldier by...

Jim Shorthouse's private secretaryship was never clear to me. Mr. Jonas B. Sidebotham watched him narrowly and struck a match. The two men talked in low voices for another hour, and then the silent...

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...

Part of an arrangement of trapezoids and triangles, lines and loops, I move across the water, watching as pieces of the sky come loose and fall. Asleep on a schooner dreaming I am on a schooner,...

The High Street of the town consists of two rows of one-storeyed hovels, squeezed close one against another. At the end of the street stood an old, long, two-storeyed house, kept by a retired...