The best short stories of 1921, and the yearbook of the American short story

"It was near sundown when we came to that building shown in that photograph. The vegetation was so thick thereabouts that the temple, for I suppose it was that, appeared before...

Laura stood across the street waiting for the people to come out from the picture-show. She couldn't have said just why she was waiting, unless it was that she was waiting becau...

Madame Maür swung round to him like a needle to the pole. "You may save yourself the _corvée_. She won't have you. Not if any of the things she has been sobbing out are true. Sh...

My world of romance was blue and gray, with the savage dunes glittering gold in the sun. Here life was intense. Danger lurked always under the horizon. Lights, like warning eyes...

"I am ready to help you in any way--in any way that I can," I replied, and I was so deeply moved by her appeal that my voice broke in spite of my effort to control it. After my...

"If you can tell me that!--God, I'm frightened! I'm frightened! I must be crazy. Whatever made me do it? If they hear of it at the office I'll lose my job."

So she isn't real, after all, she is merely a phantom, I found myself thinking, as I fled from the room, and hurried along the hall to the staircase. She is only a ghost, and no...

"Now that we have finished with the oats, Chiria, let's hear your price for corn? What? Three francs a hundred kilo? No. I call off the bargain on the oats. You are the biggest...

In the evening after the day at the factory he went home to his own place and had dinner. He had always been a silent man and when he did not talk no one minded. After dinner he...

Now she was knowing. She had wanted to push people aside and reach into the shadows for Howie. She began to see that it was not so she would reach him. It was in being as he had...

The two men sat on a bench in a more or less secluded part of Bronx Park. Mr. Neal looked off among the trees as he told the story of the face hesitatingly, often in difficulty...

The face he never saw became an obsession with Mr. Neal. He hunted for it in various parts of the city. He tried the Broadway line of the subway where the faces are notably plea...

This effect, far from being an illusion was produced by a lantern in the fist of a man swinging toward them with vast strides. And now the clock, obeying its north face, struck...

Nichols paused. "Maybe some of you fellows haven't seen Lee Fu's cruising sampan," he remarked. "In reality, she's more of a junk than a sampan, a sizable craft of over a hundre...

'Her children arise, and call her blessed; Her husband also, and he praiseth her; --Many daughters have done valiantly, But thou excellest them all.-- Grace is deceitful and bea...

It was shortly after this that Marguerite Davis assailed New York with her beauty--a young actress with a wealth of hair and the kind of eyes you dream of. She captured the crit...

"'Listen, Captain, and pay close attention. Some weeks after the loss of the "Speedwell," it came to my ears that a man had a tale worth hearing. He was brought; he proved to be...

So year by year, until the tally of the years rolled up to more than thirty, he went his lone unhappy way. He was in the life of the town, to an extent, but not of it. Always, t...

Peter Loud was promptly taken in the coils of that voiceless beauty whose speaking eye had met his so squarely. The mother had played him false, as she had Jethro--but with Pete...

In the little drawing room to which they returned, the jonquils seemed to have received fresh vigor from their hour of loneliness; their shining gold possessed the shadows. Mary...

"A-nother sign," expostulated Mr. Darton, "of what ye might call the smallness of human van-ity. We must forgive 'er. Ye see Selma was gettin' so upset with her rancorous gossip...

My first intimation of trouble came from Stires. I had nothing to do with this particular Yankee in the way of business, but I lingered occasionally by his door in the cool of t...

"Take anything from its natural surroundings," he went on, "and it is meaningless. The dull-eyed men and women that wander through this Museum of yours are just killing time. Th...

As her gaze, from the platform, dwelt upon the shrewd, blade-sharp features of the man beside me, the elementary problem in her eyes seemed to redouble the peculiar, golden, Ary...

"I would. He's my cure. A good home with a good man and money enough to travel and forget myself. Alma, Mama knows she's not an angel--sometimes when she thinks what she's put h...

"Ah, what damned nonsense! Do you suppose he's happy, in his foreign field, that golden lover? Why shouldn't even the dead be homesick? No, no--he was sick for home in Germany w...

The color of his skin was a color to match in with the rest of him. It was not pale, nor was it pasty. People with a taste for comparisons were hard put to it to describe just w...

He started forward. He stopped again. I heard it now. Out of the familiar, hollow tautophony of drumbeats there began to emerge a thread of actual melody--an untraditional rise...

"Little mama-baby sweetheart," he said. "I'll build you a nest right next to hers. Good night, little White Flower. I'll be waiting, and remember, counting every second of every...

"You know, my dear," he said; "we are going to put an end to all this foolish political talk and people's committees. Any beggar forms a committee, and they do what they like. C...

The Bon Ton had just dined, too well, from fruit-flip _à la_ Bon Ton, mulligatawny soup, _filet_ of sole, _sauté_, choice of, or both, Poulette _émincé_ and spring lamb _grignon...

She stopped, the words swelling within her, too big for utterance. Jim put a quieting arm about her; and just then Old Con made an abrupt motion towards her wrist.

For long years Mr. Stackpole's faculties for observation of the motives and actions of his fellows had been sheathed. Still, disuse had not altogether dulled them. Constant intr...

The gilt clock on the mantelpiece chimed half-past seven. The jonquils on the piano shone in the polished mahogany like yellow water-lilies in a pool. Into the silence of the ro...

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BARBEY D'AUREVILLY, J. *Cachet d'Onyx. La Connaissance. BODIN, MARGUERITE. Psaumes d'amour. Figuière. BOURGET, PAUL. *Anomalies. Plon. BOUTET, FREDERIC. *Adventures Sombres et P...

There never was so long an evening. The squall blew over and a heavy blow set in. I could hear the pounding of the waves on the outside shore. Deolda sat outside the circle of t...

KAHLER, HUGH MACNAIR. (_See 1917, 1919, 1920._) Allie Rebsoll's Better Self. S.E.P. Mar. 19. (12.) Commune, Limited. S.E.P. Apr. 30. (16.) *Davy Corbutt's Brother. S.E.P. May 28...

REESE, LOWELL OTUS. (1866- .) (_See 1916, 1917, 1918, 1919, 1920._) Feminine Touch. Col. May 28. (7.) Killer. S.E.P. Sept. 10. (8.) Monkey Wrench. S.E.P. May 7. (24.) When Wease...

CRAM, MILDRED R. (1889- .) (_See 1916, 1917, 1919, 1920._) *Anna. McCall. Mar. (5.) Bridge. Harp. B. Apr. (46.) Chestnuts in the Fire. Harp. B. June. (44.) *Gold Woman. Red Bk....

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MURRY, J. MIDDLETON. Anton Chekhov. Ath. Jan. 7. (11.) Nat. (London). June 4. (29:365.) Paul Morand. Nat. (London.) Apr. 23. (29:137.) Hugh Walpole. Nat. (London.) Jul. 16. (29:...

WORTS, GEORGE FRANK. (1892- .) (_See 1918, 1919, 1920._) Detour--Road Washed Out. Ev. Apr. (32.) F. O. B. Cambodia. Ev. Jul. (67.) God of the Green Gulf. Ev. May. (20.) Running...

MANSFIELD, KATHERINE. (MRS. J. MIDDLETON MURRY.) ***Bliss. Mansfield. 116. ***Dill Pickle. Mansfield. 228. ***Escape. Mansfield. 272. ***Feuille d'Album. Mansfield. 218. ***Je N...