Short stories around 41 minutes

Certain houses manage to proclaim at once their character for evil. Shorthouse agreed to go to visit his Aunt Julia. A few minutes later they stopped before a tall, narrow house that rose before...

When I was a medical student, I came across one or two very curious human beings. One of them awakened my sense of horror. A short, thick-set man of forty-five, with immense shoulders and small,...

Hibbert was conscious of three worlds: natives, tourists, and Nature. He saw a figure gliding behind the wire netting, watched him, and spoke to her in accented English about doing figures at...

Jones was normal and unenterprising, and did his work exceedingly well, but without much personal ambition. He had one individual with whom he had long understood clearly he had a very large...

Shorthouse persuaded me to lend him my company after a sudden change in my attitude. One of the stablemen saw a dark substance hanging down from one of the rafters and raised his face from the gun...

The morning of Sunday, the sixth day of April was bright and warm, and the men were idling about the embers of their bivouac fires. The division sprang to its feet and stood in groups at...

Monks built a monastery called San Sebastian under the very eyes of Abul Malek, fourth descendant of Hafiz. The Moor fed upon his wrongs and became more fanatical, and preached the gospel of Christ...

The. Gross was an impressive talker, dropping trade mottoes and shop-worn bits of philosophy until young Mitchell realized that the cost of living had increased and that he had to raise his salary...

Austin posed awkwardly in front of a mirror, and Doctor Suydam laughed outright. The young physician started, and slammed the receiver upon its hook. Doctor Suydam told Robert Austin that Miss...

The guy that alluded to marriages germinating in heaven certainly got off on the wrong foot. I was prospectin' a claim on Caribou Creek, and Justus Morrow was watching a dance at the Gold Belt when...

Five sultry days had I spent wandering unnoticed, but now I longed for another white man. The red man differs from both, and I have labored thirty years to find it. A self-made man, Henry Harman,...

The last place I locked wheels with Mike Butters was in Idaho, and we bedded down a savage Injun in Mike's dental stable. I pedaled a sewing machine while Mike dug into that Injun's hangin' wall...