Pray You, Sir, Whose Daughter?

"Oh, he would, would he?" exclaimed Francis, who had stolen silently into the room and had stood unobserved in the darkness. "The cashier! the mean devil! I always hated his bea...

But to James the hand was perfect, and Susan, feeling her power, did not scruple to use it with brutal directness. She had that shivering dislike for deformity which, is possess...

Gertrude had held one of her father's hands in her own, and tried by gentle pressure to check him. Her father laughed, and added: "The little woman here is trying to head me off...

"King, member the--ah, ha! one end of his ward joins mine! 'M-m-m; yes, I see. He is one of the butchers. I suspected as much. Let me see; yes, he votes my ticket, too. If I'm e...

"Yes--no--partly. Your father wanted to speak to you about--he thinks you should not be seen with, or have those girls--You tell her yourself, dear," she said, appealing to her...

I saw a woman sleeping. In her sleep she dreampt Life stood before her, and held in each hand a gift--in the one Love, in the other Freedom. And she said to the woman, "Choose!"

"Yes," he said, in a tone that was so distinctly happy that the man-servant stared. The folds of the portière fell together and John Martin passed out onto Fifth Avenue, in an e...

"Come quick! quick! Ettie is killed! She fell down stairs and then--oh, something _awful_ happened! I don't know what it was. The doctor is there. He sent me here, 'cause Ettie...