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[EDITOR'S NOTE: The following text offers the original serialized version of "A Story of To-Day" with comparative annotations of revisions for the book version, Margret Howth. The only instance in which revisions are not shown is the change in…

”A Strange Story from the Coast” THE incident of which you have asked me to give you an account occurred six years ago, but the details are still fresh in my memory. The matter impressed me at the time with peculiar force. I am quite sure that I…

“At Bay”  By the Author of “The Second Life,” Etc., Etc.   CHAPTER 1. A hot day in Lyons, fifty years ago; the untampered light staring down between the steep, gambrel roofs into the close, dirty streets; the air, when it moved, heavy with…

Earthen Pitchers  Chapter I.            “We’ll drive?” said young Chalkley, anxiously, halting on the steps of the Continental Hotel. He had Mr. Burgess, the English magazinist, in charge. “Oh, drive, of course!” beckoning to a…

"Life in the Iron-Mills." "Is this the end?O Life, as futile, then, as frail!What hope of answer or redress?" A CLOUDY day: do you know what that is in a town of iron-works? The sky sank down before dawn, muddy, flat, immovable. The air is thick,…

Losing Her Hold. [1] The schoolmaster and his wife, after morning meeting was over, took their way as usual down Prout’s Lane, and across the hill homeward. The path was narrow; the dominie[2] walked first. He [made] a remark at long intervals to…

“Lucy Laficher.”By the Author of “The Second Life,” Etc., Etc. In 1878, Wesley Nelson opened a little shop on Tresor Street, near the Basilica, in Quebec, for the sale of stationery and newspapers. A little capital makes a large show in that…

“MESMERISM vs. COMMON SENSE.”   CHAPTER I. Miss Wynn followed her brother out of his new house, and stood on the verandah. She looked down at the slope of forest and farm land. “You ought to be a satisfied man, Stephen,” she said, in her…

PUT OUT OF THE WAY. CHAPTER I.             It was an ominously dull evening, even in Broadway. The rain beat on the top of Miss Hubbard’s hackney-coach, and drenched the windows, and shut her and old Mrs. McIntosh inside into a little…
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