Short stories around 41 minutes

Dr. Ashton, a wealthy man and childless, sat in his study, looking expectant. He had adopted the orphan son of his wife's sister. A fox stole Mrs. Ashton's most prized black cockerel, and the next...

An elderly man with a thin face and grey Piccadilly weepers asked to take a book out of a famous library, but was sent home in a cab. Mr. Eldred left almost at once, but Mr. Garrett shook his head...

Thomas concealed a large quantity of gold in the monastery and restored the Abbot's lodging. He also found the arms of Abbot Thomas von Eschenhausen. After a day Mr Somerton told his man to pack...

The teacher's desk was covered with Mayflowers, and the primer class presented a straggling front. The boys and girls were sitting straight and silent in their places. The elderly gentleman sat...

Three old women sat together near an open window in the shed chamber of Byfleet Poor-house. One was suspicious of the young widow with seven children. Betsey Lane started to sing a hymn, and the...

Farley's mills were close together by the river and the English sparrows squabbled over them in eaves-corners. The Corporation had followed the usual fortunes of New England manufacturing...

I do not like walking for walking's sake, but sometimes I go on a pedestrian tour through the brick-yards towards the Irish settlement on the north. A woman standing upright beside another woman...

Colonel Kenton said he had only two things against the Black Forest: it was not black, and the inhabitants burned charcoal and carved toys. The present journey was made just after the close of the...

Two young men who once presented themselves as mysteries upon the same stage could be distinctly and sharply identified and all mankind would recognize them at the day of judgment. The kindness of...

If one has money enough, one should go and buy a horse. The professor flung himself from his horse's back to the grassy border of the sidewalk where my friend stood, but my friend soon became...

One of my friends is a blithesome troubadour, but prefers with the expanding spring to lay aside his grimy basket. A little old Genoese lady comes to sell us pins, needles, thread, tape, and the...

I believe I have no good reason for including among these suburban sketches my recollections of the Peace Jubilee, but I did enjoy myself, and the singing of Parepa-Rosa helped to restore my...