Mrs Packletide’s Tiger
Mrs Packletide had offered a thousand rupees for the opportunity of shooting a tiger without over-much risk or exertion It was Mrs. Packletide’s pleasure and intention that she should shoot a tiger....
View ArticleThe Prussian Officer
They had marched more than thirty kilometres since dawn, along the white, hot road where occasional thickets of trees threw a moment of shade, then out into the glare again. On either hand, the valley,...
View ArticleBernice Bobs Her Hair
After dark on Saturday night one could stand on the first tee of the golf-course and see the country-club windows as a yellow expanse over a very black and wavy ocean. The waves of this ocean, so to...
View ArticleBartleby the Scrivener
I am a rather elderly man. The nature of my avocations for the last thirty years has brought me into more than ordinary contact with what would seem an interesting and somewhat singular set of men, of...
View ArticleThe Story of an Hour
Knowing that Mrs. Mallard was afflicted with a heart trouble, great care was taken to break to her as gently as possible the news of her husband’s death. It was her sister Josephine who told her, in...
View ArticleA Haunted House
Whatever hour you woke there was a door shutting. From room to room they went, hand in hand, lifting here, opening there, making sure – a ghostly couple. “Here we left it,” she said. And he added, “Oh,...
View ArticleThe Dead
Lily, the caretaker’s daughter, was literally run off her feet. Hardly had she brought one gentleman into the little pantry behind the office on the ground floor and helped him off with his overcoat...
View ArticleThe Nameless City
When I drew nigh the nameless city I knew it was accursed. I was traveling in a parched and terrible valley under the moon, and afar I saw it protruding uncannily above the sands as parts of a corpse...
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