Category: Short Stories
One crisp evening early in March, 1887, I climbed the three flights of rickety stairs to the fourth floor of the old “Press” building to begin work on the “news desk.” Important as the telegraph department was in making the newspaper, the desk was a crude piece of carpentry. M...
“Mebby I was. But, on the dead, Pete, it was mostly jealousy. I thought my mother couldn't care for me any more if she could take a second husband. My sister thought so too, but...
4. Chapter 4“Let's see,” mused the dramatic editor, looking over the wet proofs. “Who covered the ---- Theatre to-night? Some one in the city department. I suppose he 'roasted' Gugley, or w...
2. Chapter 2He bought her marshmallows at a confectioner's booth, a fan at a Japanese store, and a queer oriental paper cutter at a Turkish bazaar. They took two switchback rides, during wh...
3. Chapter 3“What, never? Not even just that night--that 17th of February? Try to recall it, Heinrich Spellerberg. You remember she came in late, and--who would think that those soft white...
8. Chapter 8Tobit McStenger, in the few weeks immediately following this change in the primary school, remained continuously industrious, to the surprise of all who knew him. As Tobit was a...
9. Chapter 9He sat for a moment more, intently listening. Then, with a quick, peevish sigh, he fell back from weakness. We by his side did not know it at the instant, but we discovered in a...
11. Chapter 11The ordinary world, when passing this strange place, peers in curiously from the main street. Sometimes folks wait at the corner of the street to see the stage people come out....
12. Chapter 12Bridges spent the night in a station-house, recovering from the effects of a fall, which the police attributed to drunkenness. Assuming that he had received his blows from some...
5. Chapter 5There was animation at the Nocturnal Club at three o'clock in the morning. The city reporters who had been dropping in since midnight were now reinforced by telegraph editors, f...
7. Chapter 7“Just to illustrate,” said Welty, “I'll tell of a little conquest of my own. I use it because it is the first that comes to my mind, not that I'm given to bragging about my succ...
1. Chapter 1One crisp evening early in March, 1887, I climbed the three flights of rickety stairs to the fourth floor of the old “Press” building to begin work on the “news desk.” Important...
10. Chapter 10The railroad division superintendent, a well-fed and easy-going man, came down from his office on the second floor of the station building and saw Pop sitting on a baggage-truck...
13. Chapter 13“Why, Amy--that is to say, Miss Winnett! What on earth are you doing here? Pardon the question, but I thought you were on the mountains. I'm all the more glad to see you.”