The best short stories of 1915, and the yearbook of the American short story

His imagination began to reconstruct their story. He wished that he might learn more. He went back to the old desk. It might have been his uncle's. He opened a drawer; it was em...

Hardy paused, considered for a moment the glowing end of his cigarette, and finally looked up gravely; there was a slight hesitation, almost an embarrassment, in his manner. "I...

Andy sat in the doorway of the cabin and stared across the hills. He saw pine trees, ever green, and he made up his mind she had not died but had gone into one of them so as to...

Michael James paid no attention. His mind was wandering to strange fantasies he could not keep out of his head. Pictures crept in and out of his brain, joined as by some thin fi...

I was in no way a revolutionist, yet I vowed some time to get him, alone.... I seemed to see myself in a crowded city street at night--some city full of lights, as far as heaven...

I touched. My machine ran along, bumping over hundreds of bodies lightly covered by the new snow. I got out, stumbled over them at my feet, felt them. They were not long dead. I...

He turned, faced his mother silently, half afraid, as though some grim barrier stood between them. He saw fine lines about her gray eyes, and their color seemed heavy and faded....

Big Ivan and Anna faced the long versts to Bobruisk, but they were not afraid of the dust devils. They had the Dream. It made their hearts light and took the weary feeling from...

Old Zelig was eyed askance by his brethren. No one deigned to call him "Reb" Zelig, nor to prefix to his name the American equivalent--"Mr." "The old one is a barrel with a stav...

The band was in sight now, the back of the drum-major appeared, then all the musicians swung round the corner. After them came the little children with their flowers and their s...

Personally, I had had enough of it. McCord's fingers came groping across the table for the bottle. I picked it up hastily and let it go through the open companionway, where it d...

"What's hurting you? One milk toast, waiter; tell them in the kitchen the lady's teeth hurt her. What's up, Sweetness?" And he must lean across the table and imprint a fresh kis...

"Like it?" he echoed. "That's the trouble. I wish I weren't so full of the meaning of it all. Can you fancy how a monk might feel, who'd been away on a vacation, just getting ba...

"Good God," he thought, "where do they come from? Where are they going? No place to no place. But always moving, shuffling, waddling, crying out. The sun shines on them. The rai...

"There you go again! No wonder you got a cold on you--always wanting air on you! Come, Sweetness; this ain't hot. Here, lemme show you the dip I get the girls crazy with. One, t...

They watched his slow, difficult approach over the gravel. He came forward without making the slightest recognition of their presence. Stopping full in front of them, he took of...

HOPPER, JAMES. ***Forty Years Hence. Col. Sept. 18, '15. **John Kent. S.E.P. July 11, '14. Peewee Peters. S.E.P. Nov. 20, '15. **The Army of Jeanne-Marie. L.H.J. Feb., '15. The...

Over the bridge and through the packed streets of the down-town district Thorold, shaken from his revery of power and Peter, watched the film that Chicago unrolled for the boule...

DUNBAR, OLIVIA HOWARD. *Educating the Binneys. Scr. July, '15. *The "Destroying Angel." McB. Dec., '15. *The Long Chamber. Harp. M. Oct., '14. **The Phoenix. Harp. M. Jan., '15....

What must have begun as a doubtful experiment and been continued only because it was a triumphantly demonstrated success has been the serial publication for the great average Am...

MORRIS, GOUVERNEUR. *Golgotha. Cos. Nov., '15. Romance. Pict. R. April, '15. Tango Taught in Ten Teachings. Met. April, '14. The Bluffs of Jordan. Met. Jan., '15. When is a Prom...

ANDERSON, FREDERICK IRVING. An All-Star Cast. S.E.P. Jan. 24, '14. The Alchemists. S.E.P. Jan. 2, '15. The Angle of Refraction. S.E.P. Aug. 14, '15. The Ingénue. S.E.P. Feb. 27,...

"'Well don't we produce distinguished Irishmen? Don't we make Americans of the Europeans and Europeans of the Americans? Think of all the connoisseurs who wouldn't buy a work of...

Copyright, 1915, by Charles Scribner's Sons, Harper and Brothers, The Century Company, The Masses Publishing Company, P.F. Collier & Son, Incorporated, Margaret C. Anderson, Mit...

"I left Chicago that night with a great thrill. I was going to fight for a great cause, for Abraham Lincoln's great dream, for the country my father had died for in Mexico, that...

SYNON, MARY. **A Toast to Dewey. Scr. July, '14. *Esau's Daughter. Scr. April, '15. ***The Bounty-Jumper. Scr. Feb., '15. ***The Bravest Son. Scr. March, '14. I.S.M. Dec 5, '15....