The best short stories of 1920, and the yearbook of the American short story

As he explained when he told me of his experience, it was for him an altogether abnormal time. He felt like one floating in air. When he got into bed after seeing so many people...

Picked out so and written down, you would think this drama overshadowed all my little world. Naturally it didn't. You must remember I was a boy, with a thousand other things to...

"And is all that written in the book, my son? It is better than I thought possible, but not so good as when one tells a story.... It is like cloth woven by a machine, nice and s...

Suddenly he felt himself again in Carthage. There was a river there too; not a little bolt of chatoyant silk like the Avon, which they would have called a "crick" back there. Be...

"That's all right," he exclaimed. "That's all right. He ain't had it easy, you know. Scrubbing spittoons is enough to take the polish off any guy. I'm telling you he's there. Fo...

A little was enough to turn him. As I plunged on, making inland, I heard him trailing me with his ponderous, grunting flesh. His ardor was greater than mine; as we ran I heard h...

"So she began to read everything she could lay her hands on about the business of building construction, and very soon when she asked a question it was a fairly intelligent one,...

Suddenly she burst out passionately, "What you hounding us for? We don't know nothing about the man on the hill. You ain't after the rest of the folks in the village like you ar...

And as her story progressed their bewilderment increased, for never, it appeared, had Bessie Lonsdale's daughter so much as heard of the existence of the man who lay dead at Hom...

At times she thought of making frocks for herself out of grand'mère's calico dresses, folded so neatly in the cupboard. But grand'mère, she argued, would need them for herself w...

"Two weeks later he turned the Elephant over to the owners, finished, a good, workmanlike job from roof to foundation-piers. He had lost money on it; for months he had worked ov...

A head lifted from among the inert figures and sleepily regarded us before it dropped back into the shadows. The stranded ship, the recumbent men, the mountain flaming overhead-...

He was lounging before the open fire when three-quarters of an hour later his host was admitted to the luxurious apartment. Savagely the young man pulled off his coat and approa...

For an instant Bessie Lonsdale thought she was going to faint. And then, moved by the force of an emotion which seemed to take possession of her from the outside, an emotion whi...

Does it sound neurotic and silly? It wasn't. Conceive her if you can--Kathleen Somers, whom probably you never knew. From childhood she had nourished short hopes and straightene...

Shakespeare had known enough to leave Stratford. He had had to hold horses outside the theatre, and even then he had organized a little business group of horse holders called "S...

Mr. Stillman, owner of hundreds of acres of forest, was different. He wanted to be near at hand to watch his timber being taken out slowly and carefully and meanwhile to bring u...

Although he had no acquaintances among the millions of dwellers in the city, he did not feel lonely in the comfortable coffee room of his hotel, where a cannel-coal fire flicker...

Before dinner I clambered up or down (I don't remember which) to a brook and gathered a bunch of wild iris for her. She had loved flowers of old; and how deftly she could place...

With violent strength he brought the chair down. Tolliver got his hands up, but the light chair crashed them aside and splintered on his head. He fell to his knees, reaching out...

To her beauty, which had bewitched me at my first sight of her, was added another allurement--the thought of a magical flight far beyond the boundaries imprisoning other men. If...

The confession came with inevitable shock. If she received it with apparent lightness, it was that she might, with all the powers a woman understands, rise to meet what she felt...

Upon them leaped the band of men spreading out the whole length of the bodies and beat, beat, incessantly, desperately, tongue after tongue, hour after hour, beat, beat. Lingeri...

Mrs. Stanleigh was a large bland woman, inclined to stoutness and to making confidences, with an intense dislike of the tropics and physical discomforts of any sort. How her nie...

They regarded each other, those two, Chedsey, rotund and pink, looking down upon Ayling, long and lean, with fine wrinkles about his eyes, and hair considerably grayed, wonderin...

A gaunt man, who towered high, and whose tongue held the cadences of the wide spaces, had slipped this dollar into the receptive hand of the dummy-chucker. True, it was almost a...

Hillas was standing, one foot outside on the runner, as they traveled a team's length ahead. He gave a cry--"Dan! Dan!" and gripped a furry bulk that lumbered up out of the drift.

Instead of replying, he sat down, rested his elbow on his knees, and pressed his fists against his temples. Presently I became aware that he was laughing, very softly, but in su...

Now I will shuffle back into my own skin and tell you the rest of it very briefly and from the rank outsider's point of view. Even had I possessed the whole of Arnold Withrow's...

EDITOR OF "THE BEST SHORT STORIES OF 1915" "THE BEST SHORT STORIES OF 1916" "THE BEST SHORT STORIES OF 1917" "THE BEST SHORT STORIES OF 1918" "THE BEST SHORT STORIES OF 1919" "T...

"The other day a bird fell out of it, one of the young ones, pushed out by a housecleaning mother, I suppose. It killed the poor little feathered gawk. I saw Gargoyle run, quick...

#The Gift, England to America#, and #Uncle Sam of Freedom Ridge#, by _Margaret Prescott Montague_ (E.P. Dutton & Company, and Doubleday, Page & Company). These three short stori...

_Ath._ Athenæum _B. E. T._ Boston Evening Transcript _Book (London)_ Bookman (London) _Book (N. Y.)_ Bookman (New York) _Cath. W._ Catholic World _Chap._ Monthly Chapbook _Cont....

#The Honourable Gentlemen and Others# and #Wings: Tales of the Psychic#, by _Achmed Abdullah_ (G. P. Putnam's Sons, and the James A. McCann Company). In the first of these two v...

*#Dunsany, Edward John Moreton Drax Plunkett#, _18th_ #Baron#, (1878- .) (_See 1915, 1916, 1917, 1919._) ***Cheng Hi and the Window Framer. S. S. Nov., '19 (2.) ***East and West...

#Beer, Thomas.# (1889- .) (_See 1917, 1918, 1919._) **Boy Flag. S. E. P. June 5. (12.) *Cool. Cen. Sept. (100:604.) Curious Behavior of Myra Cotes. Met. Oct., '19. (32.) Lorena....

#Putnam, Nina Wilcox.# (1888- .) (_See 1915, 1916, 1917, 1918, 1919._) (_H._) Comme Si, Comme Ça. S. E. P. Nov. 15, '19. (10.) Higher the Fewer. S. E. P. Oct. 11, '19. (16.) Imm...

#Kelland, Clarence Budington.# (1881- .) (_See 1915, 1916, 1917, 1918, 1919._) (_H._) Appetite for Marriage. Pict. R. Oct., '19. (24.) Backwoods Chess. Ev. Sept. (27.) Cheese in...

#The Bishop, and Other Stories#, and #The Chorus Girl, and Other Stories#, by _Anton Chekhov_; translated from the Russian by _Constance Garnett_ (The Macmillan Company). I have...

#Boulton, Agnes.# Born in London, England, Sept. 19, 1893, of American parents. Lived as a child near Barnegat Bay, N. J. Educated at home. First story published in the Black Ca...

#Russell, John.# (1885- .) ***Adversary. Russell. 182. **Amok. Russell. 374. *Doubloon Gold. Russell. 59. *East of Eastward. Russell. 301. **Fourth Man. Russell. 327. Jetsam. Ru...

_Abdullah A._ Abdullah. Honorable Gentleman. _Abdullah B._ Abdullah. Wings. _Andrews B._ Andrews. Joy in the Morning. _Andreyev C._ Andreyev. When the King Loses His Head. _Ayal...

#Level, Maurice.# (_French._) *Bastard. Level. 197. **Beggar. Level. 151. ***Blue Eyes. Level. 269. **Confession. Level. 83. *Debt Collector. Level. 3. ***Empty House. Level. 28...

#Welles, Harriett Ogden Deen.# (_See 1917, 1918, 1919._) ***According to Ruskin. W. H. C. June. (21.) **Chinese Interlude. Scr. Apr. (67:431.) *Distracting Adeline. Scr. May. (6...