Famous stories from foreign countries

Here is the pocket book of the hero of this story, Mr. Alfred N--. I ask you to take it and look into it. You see several compartments, and in them,--_nothing_. We turn the pock...

Alfred stood in the center of a merry crowd where champagne flowed like a river. Diamonds flashed; silks and velvets rustled. Sparkling fountains, bright shadows on water, penet...

It was midnight. Oppressive silence reigned in the prison. Occasionally one caught the sound of the heavy, even tread of the watchman. The little round holes in the tower of cel...

_Kli-r-r! Kli-rr-rr--_ This time the chains were clanging through the village of A----. Between rows of glittering bayonets appeared from time to time, a white face. The prisone...