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24 Works of Gouverneur Morris

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Two Business Women

Story type: Literature

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They engaged themselves to be married when they were so young they couldn’t tell anybody about it for fear of being laughed at; and if I mentioned their years to you, you would laugh at me. They thought they were full-grown, but they weren’t even that. When they were finally married they couldn’t either of […]

It

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Prana Beach would be a part of the solid west coast if it wasn’t for a half circle of the deadliest, double-damned, orchid-haunted black morass, with a solid wall of insects that bite, rising out of it. But the beach is good dry sand, and the wind keeps the bugs back in the swamp. Between […]

The Claws Of The Tiger

Story type: Literature

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What her given name was in the old country has never reached me; but when her family had learned a little English, and had begun to affect the manners and characteristics of their more Americanized acquaintances, they called her Daisy. She was the only daughter; her age was less than that of two brothers, and […]

The Bride’s Dead

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I Only Farallone’s face was untroubled. His big, bold eyes held a kind of grim humor, and he rolled them unblinkingly from the groom to the bride, and back again. His duck trousers, drenched and stained with sea-water, clung to the great muscles of his legs, particles of damp sand glistened upon his naked feet, […]

Holding Hands

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At first nobody knew him; then the Hotchkisses knew him, and then it seemed as if everybody had always known him. He had run the gauntlet of gossip and come through without a scratch. He was first noticed sitting in the warm corner made by Willcox’s annex and the covered passage that leads to the […]

Sapphira

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Mr. Hemingway had transacted a great deal of business with Miss Tennant’s father; otherwise he must have shunned the proposition upon which she came to him. Indeed, wrinkling his bushy brows, he as much as told her that he was a banker and not a pawnbroker. Outside, the main street of Aiken, broad enough to […]

The Battle Of Aiken

Story type: Literature

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At the Palmetto Golf Club one bright, warm day in January they held a tournament which came to be known as the Battle of Aiken. Colonel Bogey, however, was not in command. Each contestant’s caddie was provided with a stick cleft at one end and pointed at the other. In the cleft was stuck a […]

“It’s real country out there,” Fannie Davis had said. “Buttercups and daisies. Come on, Lila! I won’t go if you won’t.” This sudden demonstration of friendship was too much for Lila. She forgot that she had no stylish dress for the occasion, or that her mother could not very well spare her for a whole […]

Growing Up

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The children were all down in the salt-marsh playing at marriage-by-capture. It was a very good play. You ran just as fast after the ugly girls as the pretty ones, and you didn’t have to abide by the result. One little girl got so excited that she fell into the river, and it was Andramark […]

The Spread Eagle

Story type: Literature

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In his extreme youth the adulation of all with whom he came in contact was not a cross to Fitzhugh Williams. It was the fear of expatriation that darkened his soul. From the age of five to the age of fourteen he was dragged about Europe by the hair of his head. I use his […]

Targets

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“On the contrary,” said Gardiner, “lightning very often strikes twice in the same place, and often three times. The so-called all-wise Providence is still in the experimental stage. My grandmother, for instance, presented my grandfather with fifteen children: seven live sons and eight dead daughters. That’s when the lightning had fun with itself. And when […]

Asabri

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Asabri, head of the great banking house of Asabri Brothers in Rome, had been a great sportsman in his youth. But by middle-age he had grown a little tired, you may say; so that whereas formerly he had depended upon his own exertions for pleasure and exhilaration, he looked now with favor upon automobiles, motor-boats, […]

I Old Martha wondered if the Poor Boy would have a smile for her. He had had so many in the old days, the baby days, the growing-up days, the college days, the “world so new and all” days. There were some which she would always remember. The smile he smiled one Christmas morning, when […]

Back There In The Grass

Story type: Literature

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It was spring in the South Seas when, for the first time, I went ashore at Batengo, which is the Polynesian village, and the only one on the big grass island of the same name. There is a cable station just up the beach from the village, and a good-natured young chap named Graves had […]

"Ma’am?"

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In most affairs, except those which related to his matrimonial ventures, Marcus Antonius Saterlee was a patient man. On three occasions “an ardent temperament and the heart of a dove,” as he himself had expressed it, had corralled a wife in worship and tenderness within his house. The first had been the love of his […]

One More Martyr

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A little one-act play, sufficiently dramatic, is revived from time to time among the Latin races for long runs. The play is of simplified, classic construction. But the principal part is variously interpreted by different actors. The minor characters, a priest and an officer, have no great latitude for individuality, while the work of the […]

The Boot

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Mary Rex was more particularly my nurse, for my sister Ellen, a thoughtful, dependable child of eight, was her own mistress in most matters. This was in the days when we got our servants from neighborhood families; before the Swedish and Irish invasion had made servants of us in turn. Mary was the youngest of […]

The Despoiler

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Forrest paused when his explorations had brought him to the edge of the beechwood, all dappled with golden lights and umber shadows, and stood for a time brooding upon those intimate lawns and flowery gardens that seemed, as it were, but roofless extensions of the wide, open house. It is probable that his brooding had […]

The Story Of A Panic I Two long-faced young men and one old man with a long face sat upon the veranda of the Country Club of Westchester, and looked, now into the depths of pewter mugs containing mint and ice among other things, and now across Pelham Bay to the narrow pass of water […]

The McTavish

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I By the look of her she might have been a queen, or a princess, or at the very least a duchess. But she was no one of these. She was only a commoner–a plain miss, though very far from plain. Which is extraordinary when you consider that the blood of the Bruce flowed with […]

My wife, said the Pole, was a long time recovering from the birth of our second child. She was a normal and healthy woman, but Nature has a way in these matters of introducing the unnatural; science, too, mistook the ABCs of the case for the XYZs; and our rooms were for many, many weary […]

Without A Lawyer

Story type: Literature

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However bright the court’s light may have appeared to the court, the place in which it was shining smelt damnably of oil. It was three o’clock in the afternoon, but already the Alaskan night had descended. The court sat in a barn, warmed from without by the heavily drifted snow and from within by the […]

Mr. Holiday

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Mr. Holiday stepped upon the rear platform of his car, the Mishawaka, exactly two seconds before the express, with a series of faint, well-oiled jolts, began to crawl forward and issue from beneath the glass roof of the Grand Central into the damp, pelting snow. Mr. Holiday called the porter and told him for the […]

I Last winter was socially the most disgusting that I remember ever having known, because everybody lost money, except Sally’s father and mine. We didn’t, of course, mind how much money our friends lost–they always had plenty left; but we hated to have them talk about it, and complain all the time, and say that […]