Belford's Magazine, Volume II, No. 8, January, 1889

Saddest of all, she had herself laid the axe to the root of her own happiness; she had baited her own hook and caught a big fish; she had provoked her own doom, and herself seal...

And the quiet days pass one by one--each one very like the other--until the last sun has set, and the evening lights gleam in the old farm-house on the last night before the wed...

So far, she had dallied innocently enough with her old playfellow; neither seeking to please nor deceive, spreading no nets of enchantment, nicely baited, to entrap the fancy of...

The next day promised to be long to Mell, but before the old tall clock in the corner tolled out the hour of ten, something happened which gave to its every moment a pair of gol...

In Pompeii, eighteen hundred years ago, people--a good many people, were dreadfully afraid of dogs; so much so that many of the householders in that famous old city put _Cave Ca...

The speaker was old Farmer Creecy. He was coming up the back steps, and his words were addressed to his wife, who was manipulating an archaic churn on the back porch.

"Why do you fret so much about it?" asked Rube, sitting beside his promised wife about a week after the old man was laid to rest. "You loved your father, of course, but--"