... May be it belonged to the class of rhymes they call
figurative. They offend law and order, but they get sent through the mails on
the grounds that they mean something that they don't say. ... " ;is statistics, the lowest grade of information
that exists. They'll poison your mind. Give me old K. M.'s system of
surmises. He seems to be a kind of a wine agent. His regular ... to expect. But there's the other side of the proposition. I am going
on to tell you how the weather furnished me and Idaho Green with an
elegant education.
We was up in the Bitter Root...
...
upon the ranches between the Frio and the Rio Grande, and Truesdell at the
head of his rangers rid the earth of them to the last brave, earning his
sobriquet. Then came prosperity in the form ... Curtis, the last youthful survivor of the other end of the feud.
*****
For a while the only sounds to be heard at the store were the rattling of the
tin spoons and the gurgling intake of the ... camel, so he
was neither in the mood nor the condition of an explorer. He zigzagged his
way to the first wagon that his eyesight distinguished in the semi-darkness
under the shed. It was a two-horse...
... words that form the vocabulary
of every talker through the telephone.
"Yes, this is I," came back the answer in the low, clear-cut tones that are an
I rang the bell of the Telfair ... dollar.
" ;The dime," said I, "was the price of listening to your story. "
"Right on the point of the jaw," said he. "Go on."
And then, incredible ... boxed all over the
Then, let us rather gather wisdom. But how to do so requires knowledge. If
we know a thing, we know it; but very often we are not wise to it that we are
wise, and
But...
... delivered the cautious opinion that there was not.
"This man she has gone to join," resumed the visitor, " ;is not the man to
make her happy. It is a wild and foolish self-deception ... master of the
happiness and fate of the three individuals who sat, uncon- cious of one
another's presence, within his reach. His old figure of the ship glided into his
mind. But now the figure ... Lawyer Gooch stooped to gather up the articles. The first was
a collar; and the omniscient eye of the man of law perceived, wonder- ingly,
the initials H.K.J. marked upon it. Then came a comb, a...
... voraciously his finest fruit.
Dry Valley slipped into the house, got his whip, and charged the marauders.
The lash curled about the legs of the nearest a greedy ten-year-old before
they knew they ... of the boys. They accepted him as a decided damper, for his
attempts at sportiveness were so forced that they might as well have essayed
their games in a cathedral. Neither he nor any other ... his unusual delinquency.
Then out of his door and down the walk strode not the polychromatic
victim of a lost summertime, but the sheepman, rehabilitated. He wore his
Valley was a connoisseur...
... Sue pulled the shade down to
the window-sill, and motioned Behrman into the other room. In there they
peered out the window fearfully at the ivy vine. Then they looked at each
other for a ... were loosed.
The day wore away, and even through the twilight they could see the lone
ivy leaf clinging to its stem against the wall. And then, with the coming of
the night the north wind ... the colony, touching one here and there
with his icy fingers. Over on the east side this ravager strode boldly, smiting
his victims by scores, but his feet trod slowly through the maze of the...
...
SHORT STORY BY O’HENRY
The Marry Month Of May
PRITHEE, smite the poet in the eye when he would sing to you praises of
the month of May. It is a month presided over by the spirits of mischief ... And
how this weather do seem to make one's heart jump out of one's shirt waist,
sir. And the ivy all leaved out on the side of the house, and the hand-organs
playing, and the children ... that we are brothers to the chowder-doomed clam and the
donkey; lineal scions of the pansy and the chimpanzee, and but cousins-
german to the cooing doves, the quacking ducks and the housemaids...
... it."
SHORT STORY BY O’HENRY
The Missing Chord
I stopped overnight at the sheep-ranch of Rush Kinney, on the Sandy Fork of
the Nueces. Mr. Kinney and I had been strangers up to the time ...
professor of the weather and politics and chemistry and natural history and
the origin of derivations. Any subject you brought up old Cal could give you
an abundant synopsis of it from the Greek ... has pneumonia
the worst kind; and as the old man was past sixty and nearly on the lift
anyhow, the odds was against his walking on grass any more.
"On the fourth day of his sickness he...
... where it is going to wind up."
SHORT STORY BY O’HENRY
The Moment Of Victory
Ben Granger is a war veteran aged twenty-nine which should enable you to
guess the war. He is also ...
town over which the breezes from the Gulf of Mexico perpetually blow.
Ben helped to hurl the Don from his stronghold in the Greater Antilles; and
then, hiking across half the world, he marched ... the blazing tropic aisles of the open-air college in which the Filipino
was schooled. Now, with his bayonet beaten into a cheese-slicer, he rallies
his corporal's guard of cronies in the...
... presented first to the king and queen.
They do not enter the story, which might be called " ;The Chronicle of the
Princess, the Happy Thought, and the Lion that Bungled his Job."
Josefa ... sacuista, Givens saw the crouching form of the
Mexican lion. His amber eyeballs glared hungrily; six feet from them was
the tip of the tail stretched straight, like a pointer's. His hind-quarters ... struck the White Horse Crossing of the Nueces.
From there to his own camp it was sixteen miles. To the Espinosa ranch it
was twelve. Givens was tired. He decided to pass the night at the Crossing....
...
He immediately christened me Snake-eye, the Spy, and announced that,
when his braves returned from the warpath, I was to be broiled at the stake at
the rising of the sun.
Then we had supper; ... on the road to Poplar Cove, there are three large trees
about a hundred yards apart, close to the fence of the wheat field on the
right-hand side. At the bottom of the fence-post, opposite the ... pesky redskin, and
pick up his stick rifle and tiptoe to the mouth of the cave to rubber for the
scouts of the hated paleface. Now and then he would let out a war-whoop
that made Old Hank the...
... men listened uneasily to this disparagement of their kind. One was
Wells Pearson, foreman of the Mucho Calor cattle ranch. The other was
Thompson Burrows, the prosperous sheepman from the Quintana ... reached the end of the strip of prairie he pulled his sorrel to
the right and let him pick his way daintily across a sacuista flat through
which ran the ragged, dry bed of an arroyo. Then up ...
The horsemen jockeyed with all their skill. They rode more slowly on their
way back. The few words they spoke were not unfriendly. Burrows had a
Winchester under his left leg slung over his...
... his upper register, and
returned the fire like an echo. The upholders of the law dodged at his flash,
but a trifle too late to save one of the deputies a bullet just above the elbow,
and the ... believe the advice is
good? Suppose the marshal speaks up and says if the talk's all right?"
The tall man moved uneasily. He fingered the badge on his breast for a
moment, and then ... her I was the marshal and you was a
holy terror. You can take your badge back now, Buck."
the rear. In another moment they were reinforced by the marshal and his
other men, and then Calliope...
... permeate the entire world,
hurling back into the teeth of the Northern minions their belief that no genius
or good could exist in the brains and hearts of the people whose property
they had ... have puzzled the world for centuries, and disposes of them logically and
concisely. One by one it holds up to view the evils of the world, points out
the way of eradicating them; and then conscientiously ... list that month advanced 118. Also there were poems in the
same issue by Leonina Vashti Haricot (pen-name), related to the Haricots of
SHORT STORY BY O’HENRY
The Rose Of Dixie
When The...
... the numbers of the automobiles in the street and
the dates on the labels inside at the same time.
Well, then the angel that was molting for the musical comedy lost his last
feather and the ... plant and there you have the fauna and flora of a flat. What the
shamrock is to Ireland the rubber plant is to the dweller in flats and
furnished rooms. We get moved from one place to another so ...
the only way we can get our picture taken is with a kinetoscope. We are the
vagrant vine and the flitting fig tree. You know the proverb: "Where the
rubber plant sits in the window the...