Stories from the Chap-Book Being a Miscellany of Curious and Interesting Tales, Histories, &c; Newly Composed by Many Celebrated Writers and Very Delightful to Read.

Dear, if you love me much, this will pain you bitterly. I should be glad to die now, if so I rightly might, that you might think of me always as you do now, and _she_ might neve...

The following morning Kit stepped into a new world--a world of friendly words and close companionship. The squalidly poor know nothing of that luxury called friendship. They are...

“‘You needn’t. I wish I could return your six francs. I am going to Constantinople to meet my father, who is up from the east. I went all alone--because--there was nobody.’

THE wind stirred the tops of the maple trees in the Quinsby front yard, and the old man who stood on the steps, watching the shadows and the moonlight, sighed as he heard the so...

“Oh, Signore, you are like your countrywoman; it is impossible to make you understand! But it must be a country,--yours! For a girl like Gioja to put a hat on is to declare hers...

On the right at a small table the Seigneur’s son, Biencourt, and the Duc de Montpelier played at dice; the one eagerly, as if mindful of his growing pile of pistoles, the other...

The minister arose and folded upon the open Bible his lean hands with their great veins and yellow joints. He prayed long and laboriously, his voice rising from a doleful sing-s...

Taking courage, the intruder pushed her way out from under the boughs of the fig-tree. The freshly sprinkled grass caressed her feet. The perfume of the roses and the magnolia b...

“From far! Who knows how far?” Lescar-bot went on dreamily. “Perchance from the royal”--here he paused and crossed himself hastily, as heavy footsteps sounded near by. They came...

“He’s been that way ever since he read, suddenly, that Blaine was dead,” she said, lowering her voice to keep it safe from his failing ears; “he had a kind of a stroke, and ever...