By the Author of “The Second Life,” Etc., Etc.
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…
“The Barred Acres: The Doctor’s Story”
I do not know a single well-authenticated ghost story. Besides ghost-stories are the poorest prentice work in literature, if we tell the truth about them. They always fall stale and flat, no…
”The Plague Spot of America”
THE Prince of Wales, it is said, is at the head of a movement to honor the memory of Father Damien, the hero priest of Molokai, by erecting a hospital for lepers in London. There are reported to be about twenty…
“MESMERISM vs. COMMON SENSE.”
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…
DOCTOR WARRICK’S DAUGHTERSCHAPTER I
DOCTOR SAMUEL WARRICK was a surgeon in a Federal regiment from the beginning to the end of the Civil War. His wife, in the meantime, lived with her children in the old Warrick homestead near Luxborough in…
"At the Races"
“I hear you, mother.”
“John, I—I wish to speak seriously to you, my son.”
“Very well. I’m listening.”
Little Mrs. Thurlow stood up, to give her words more weight. They did not seem to mean any thing at…