Ten minute stories

At the moorland cross-roads Martin stood examining the sign-post for several minutes in some bewilderment. The names on the four arms were not what he expected, distances were n...

At length everything was ready, only the flashlight waiting to be turned on, when, stooping, he covered his head with the velvet cloth and peered through the lens--at no one! Wh...

“Beg pardon, sir. Didn’t know if it was worth while now,” the man said, with a quick flush. And, before the pompous and amazed baronet could get any words between his quivering...

“Where are we, I wonder? Oh yes; there’s St. Paul’s. Good!” His mind returned to the subject in hand. Several people got out, and swept the papers from his knee to the ground; a...

Dutton accepted the invitation for the feeble reason that he was not quick enough at the moment to find a graceful excuse. He had none of that facile brilliance which is so usef...

“Hulloa! It’s Smith!” cried the man with the breezy manner; “and when did _you_ get back?” It sounded as though “Smith” and “_you_” were different persons. “I haven’t seen you f...

And then, like a scrap of paper that enclosed the other gifts, yet need not be noticed unless she wished it, I added (above the little foolish name she knew me by) another tiny...

The cloud passed from below the sun, and light splashed suddenly in all manner of unlikely places. The man went straight on. He felt a touch of puzzling confusion somewhere; thi...

We started, walking so briskly that we reached it in something over seventy minutes, and passing on the way no single vestige of a house nor of any kind of building. I was the s...

“And you must never ask me,” he would say to her--and repeat even after his complete and speedy restoration to bodily health--“for I simply cannot tell. I know no language, you...

“As though, I meant, a man in that condition of mind is not insane--all through,” Leidall continued stammeringly; “but that some wise portion of him watches the proceeding with...

“But, remember,” whispered the Dream, answering my unspoken wonder, “that you are listening to the song it has sung for untold ages into untold myriad ears. It carries back so a...

Field-Martin took off his head-covering and discovered his mistake. Finsen’s name was inside in small gold letters. He explained matters with the porter, and left the necessary...

Compared with other trees, too, the pine does not change. One knows, of course, the tips of tender green that come with May and turn a pine wood into a sea of bewildering beauty...

And, almost immediately, the butler returned with his expressionless face again, and showed him into the large drawing-room on the ground floor that he knew so well. Tea was on...

=ROMANY RYE.= A Sequel to “Lavengro.” Collated and revised in the same manner as “Lavengro” by Professor W. I. KNAPP. With 7 Pen and Ink Sketches by F. G. KITTON.