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...d turning abruptly to the violinist. Helena looked slowly from her music. ‘My dear Louisa,’ she replied, ‘it would be simply unen- durable.’ She stood... ...athetically. Helena laughed quickly. ‘Oh I can’t, Helen!’ pleaded Louisa. ‘My dear,’ said Helena, laughing briefly, ‘you are really un- der no obligat... ...was full of small affectations, being consumed with uneasy love. ‘I think, my dear,’ replied Helena, ‘it is in its usual place.’ ‘Oh—o-o-oh!’ yawned L... ...ntinued, ‘the darkness is a sort of mother, and the moon a sister, and the stars children, and sometimes the sea is a brother: and there’s a family in... ... kissing him softly over the eyes. They lay cheek to cheek, looking at the stars. He felt a peculiar tingling sense of joy, a keenness of perception, ... ...gly. He lay, with her head on his shoulder looking through her hair at the stars. ‘I wonder how it is you have such a fine natural perfume,’ he said, ... ...d, ‘we ought to find the little path that escaped us last night.’ ‘We were lucky to miss it,’ he answered. ‘You don’t get a walk like that twice in a ...

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... of over forty years, the guess at the opening phase of the war was fairly lucky; the forecast of an alliance of the Central Empires, the opening camp... ...h; but he specu- lated with a better brain, sat idle and gazed at circling stars in the sky and mused upon the coin and crystal in his hand. Whenever ... ...the whole world once more Eden. I see the power of man reach out among the stars….’ He stopped abruptly with a catching of the breath that many an act... ... was far too hot and blown when I got up to the entrenchments even to lift my beastly rifle. It was those others would have begun the sticking…. ‘For ... ...erful new possibilities with the financial troubles of his family. ‘I knew my father was worried,’ he admits. That cast the smallest of shadows upon h... ...ring wrath and sorrow of the ousted and exasperated masses. In the days of my own prosperity things had seemed to me to be very well arranged.’ Now fr... ...xity, in a blazing wilderness of thoughtless pleasure that blotted out the stars, could think as he tells us he thought. ‘I saw life plain,’ he wrote.... ...Central European capi- tal was approached. So far they had been singularly lucky and had been chal- lenged by no aeroplanes at all. The frontier scout...

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...gal chapters are right and straight, now. He told me so himself. Given under my hand this second day of January, 1893, at the Villa Viviani, village o... ...s they used to look down upon Dante, and mutely asking me to adopt them into my family, which I do with pleasure, for my remotest ancestors are but sp... ...wish I owned half of that dog.” “Why?” somebody asked. “Because I would kill my half.” The group searched his face with curiosity, with anxiety even, ... ...rth looking at than the knife itself, of course.” Tom said to himself: “It’s lucky I came here. I would have sold that knife for a song; I supposed th... ...n no woodyard, en putty soon I ketched de shape o’ de chimbly tops ag’in’ de stars, en den good gracious me, I ‘most jumped out o’ my skin for joy! I... ...ssassin will probably be lynched. “One of the twins!” soliloquized Tom. “How lucky! It is the knife that has done him this grace. We never know when f...

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...ep on to Paris! Now he perceived the absurdity of the vow, and thanked his stars that he need not plunge, to no purpose, into the fury of waves outsid... ...e till the tide had turned, she showed no concern. “Not for two hours? How lucky—then I can find my trunk!” Ordinarily Darrow would have felt little d... ...rned, she showed no concern. “Not for two hours? How lucky—then I can find my trunk!” Ordinarily Darrow would have felt little disposed to involve him... ... “Oh, would you?” Instead, she corrected him with a laugh—Not a trunk, but my trunk; I’ve no other—” and then added briskly: “Y ou’d better first see ... ...on of a stout-shod sole, she had answered cheerfully: “No—luckily I had on my new boots,” he began to feel that human intercourse would still be toler... ... with whom Mrs. Farlow had a slight acquaintance (extensively utilized in “Stars of the French Footlights” and “Be- hind the Scenes at the Francais”),... ...silver-shot tissue to the mantling of mist above the river; and the autumn stars trembled overhead like their own reflections seen in dim water. He li... ... Anna, without answering, glanced away from him toward her daughter. “It’s lucky, at any rate,” Darrow continued, “that Madame de Chantelle thinks her...

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... English history. She sighed, “That’s what I’ll do after college! I’ll get my hands on one of these prairie towns and make it beautiful. Be an inspira... ...query was, “Can you tell me of a good, light, exciting love story to read? My husband’s going away for a week.” 14 Main Street She was fond of the ot... ... any morning now.” “Huh! You must be frightfully old—prob’ly too old to be my granddaughter, I guess!” Thus in the Vale of Arcady nymph and satyr begu... ...d, demanding bath-tubs and every- thing—as if they weren’t mighty good and lucky at home if they got a bath in the wash-tub.” They were off, riding ha... ...urse a doctor gets a regular stated amount! Sure! A thousand one month—and lucky if he makes a hundred the next.” “Very well then, a percentage. Or so... ...be impertinent, but as the cocktail elevated her to a bridge among colored stars, as the oysters came in—not canned oysters in the Go- pher Prairie fa... ...s arm caressingly on Carol’s shoul- der; he pronounced, “My Lord, you’re a lucky girl to have a fine young husk like that. I figure Will knew what he ... ...ot?” “Perhaps.” “Would you really like to curl in the leaves and watch the stars swing by overhead?” “I think it’s rather better to be sitting here!” ...

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...take or faced the levelled muskets of the firing party—“No, do not bandage my eyes”—because we would not betray the secret path that meant destruction... ...and as far as I know it I will be it. This is the essential disposition of my mind. God knows I have appetites and sloths and habits and blindnesses, ... ...ve appetites and sloths and habits and blindnesses, but so far as it is in my power to release myself I will escape to this… .” 8 The Research Magnif... ...lidity. A sudden chattering broke out overhead, and black across the great stars soared a flying squirrel and caught a twig, and ran for shelter. A se... ... little silhouettes. And he noted how much bigger and more won- derful the stars can look when one sees them through inter- lacing branches. Ahead was... ...t spread out above him. All the world seemed swimming in its radiance. The stars were like lamps in a mist of silvery blue. The track led him on acros... ...ined that she would never ask him a question again. But this time it was a lucky ques- tion. “Prothero mopped up the lot of us at Minchinghampton with...

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... don’t mean to say that I became then conscious of any impending change in my mentality and in my attitude towards the tasks of my writing life. And p... ...ive but disturbing mood lasted some little time; and then, as with many of my longer stories, the first hint for “Nostromo” came to me in the shape of... ..., when very young, in the West Indies or rather in the Gulf of Mexico, for my contacts with land were short, few, and fleeting, I heard the story of s... ...rising, so venturesome, so in- teresting; bits of strange coasts under the stars, shad- ows of hills in the sunshine, men’s passions in the dusk, goss... ...the Placido—as the saying is—goes to sleep under its black poncho. The few stars left below the seaward frown of the vault shine feebly as into the mo... ...had slipped her hand on his arm, the first words he pronounced were— “It’s lucky that we shall be able to settle in a coast town. You’ve heard its nam... ... sticks and branches, and made pitiless by the fear for their own lives. A lucky one or two of that spectral com- pany of prisoners would perhaps be l... ...ke me stake my life upon a bad card? Everybody knows, too, that I am not a lucky gambler.” “Yes, everybody knows of your good luck with women, Capataz... ...ch was faintly percep- tible to his raised eyes against the glitter of the stars. As he advanced in the profound silence, the shrill- ing of innumerab...

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...ures recorded in this book really oc curred; one or two were experiences of my own, the rest those of boys who were schoolmates of mine. Huck Finn is... ...e period of this story — that is to say, thirty or forty years ago. Although my book is intended mainly for the entertain ment of boys and girls, I h... ... I hope it will not be shunned by men and women on that account, for part of my plan has been to try to pleasantly remind adults of what they once wer... ...ly he discovered something. One of his upper front teeth was loose. This was lucky; he was about to begin to groan, as a “starter,” as he called it, w... ...adow of the trees and the high bank. Everything was quiet under the blinking stars. He crept down the bank, watching with all his eyes, slipped into t... ... who did see the departed last, and exchanged the last words with them, the lucky parties took upon themselves a sort of sacred impor tance, and wer... ...ckling such a thing on a Friday.” “Might! Better say we would! There’s some lucky days, maybe, but Friday ain’t.” “Any fool knows that. I don’t recko...

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...we were wondering what we’d do with them?” “Good Lord! Did you ever in all my life know me to wear the coat of one suit and the pants of another? What... ... it? Last night, when I was driving over to Verg Gunch’s, I felt a pain in my stomach, too. Right here it was—kind of a sharp shoot- ing pain. I—Where... ...ay not be any Rockefeller or James J. Shakespeare, but I certainly do know my own mind, and I do keep right on plugging along in the office and—Do you... ...no statistics save those regarding the ages and salaries of motion-picture stars, but—as Babbitt definitively put it— ”she was her father’s daughter.”... ...re a fine guy, you are! Ten minutes late!” Riesling snapped, “Well, you’re lucky to have a chance to lunch with a gentleman!” They grinned and went in... ...uld make his head swim.” Vergil Gunch summed it up: “Fact is, we’re mighty lucky to be living among a bunch of city-folks, that recognize artistic thi... ...vity. He rubbed his fingers. His hands twitched. Zilla bayed, “Yes! You’re lucky! You can let George go, and not have to watch him. Fat old Georgie! N... ...uses. The belching glare of a distant foundry, wiping out the sharp- edged stars. Lights of neighborhood drug stores where friends gossiped, well plea... ... like to do it! Moccasins-six-gun-fron- tier town-gamblers—sleep under the stars—be a regular man, with he-men like Joe Paradise—gosh!” So he came to ...

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... this occasion: “Nine o’clock—the clock’s a little fast. I think I’ll wind my watch. No, I’ve forgot- ten my watch. Watermelon this morning, eh? Where... ...otonous murmur. “Where are the rolls? Here they are. Hot rolls are bad for my di- gestion—I ought to eat bread. I think I eat too much. Where’s my pla... ... bread. I think I eat too much. Where’s my place in the paper?—always lose my place in the paper. Clever editorials this fellow Eastman writes, unbias... ...e charm of the evening. For quite five minutes they sat thus, watching the stars light one by one, and the immense gray night settle and broaden and w... ...tle eyes and the flush of her cheek were mere inferences—like the faintest stars that are never visible 48 Blix when looked at directly; and it seeme... ... he, she’d go away. And she’s so really pretty, too. He ought to thank his stars alive. Think what a fright she might have been! She doesn’t look thir... ...meeting with Billy Isham, one of the club’s directors, and of the happy-go-lucky, reckless, unpractical char- acter of the man; of their acquaintance,...

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... was afraid. ‘So you have come home, expecting him here?’ she laughed. ‘Oh my dear,’ cried Gudrun, strident, ‘I wouldn’t go out of my way to look for ... ...yself a thousand times.’ ‘And don’t you know?’ ‘Yes, I think I do. I think my coming back home was just reculer pour mieux sauter.’ And she looked wit... ... ‘Except that they are there, and that’s a nuisance,’ she said. ‘There are my sons-in-law,’ she went on, in a sort of mono- logue. ‘Now Laura’s got ma... ...nst the other. ‘Of course,’ cried Ursula suddenly, ‘she ought to thank her stars if we will go and see her. You are perfectly beautiful, a thousand ti... ...e lifted her face and rumbled— ‘M—m—m—I don’t know … But one thing was the stars, when I really understood something about the stars. One feels so upl... ... a beyond, in you, in me, which is further than love, beyond the scope, as stars are beyond the scope of vision, some of them.’ ‘Then there is no love... ...,’ he said. ‘Let us wander a bit.’ His voice could be so soft and happy-go-lucky, it went through her veins like an exhilaration. Nevertheless she dre...

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...f House on a picnic,” he explained as he sat down on the bed-lounge, “with my uncle and his people—the Sieppes, you know. By damn! it was hot,” he sud... ...ly off on another tack. “It was awful. Trina was in the swing there—that’s my cousin Trina, you know who I mean—and she fell out. By damn! I thought s... ... fell calm again, forgetting his pose all in an instant. “Say, Mac, I told my cousin Trina to come round and see you about that tooth of her’s. She’ll... ...nt,” cried two or three voices, simultaneously. “I guess you’re one of the lucky ones, Miss Sieppe,” he said. I suppose you have kept your ticket.” “Y... ...he country; of superstitions as to terminal and initial numbers, and as to lucky days of purchase; of marvellous coincidences— three capital prizes dr... ... Old Grannis, nodding at his plate. “Good luck to you,” cried Maria. “He’s lucky enough already,” growled Marcus under his breath, relapsing for a mom... ...ve me away from my mine. I’m going to stay.” An hour passed. Then two. The stars winked out, and the dawn whitened. The air became warmer. The whole e... ...m. The sun set upon the third day of McTeague’s flight, night came on, the stars burned slowly into the cool dark purple of the sky. The gigantic sink...

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... might, not without reason, ascend as high as to Romulus, being brought by my history so near to his time. Consider- ing therefore with myself Whom sh... ...d this answer: Son of the Pitthean maid, To your town the terms and fates, My father gives of many states. Be not anxious nor afraid; The bladder will... ...ves here before you, we hear great things of ourselves, the truth of which my present danger is likely to bring to the test. Our birth is said to have... ...me prefixed, which may be collected and foreknown from the position of the stars at their first foun- dation. But these and the like relations may per... ...d, the month Metagitnion, which in Boeotia is called Panemus, was not very lucky to the Greeks; for on its seventh day they were defeated by Antipater... ...e citadel of Syracuse, and sent Dionysius an exile into Peloponnesus. This lucky be- ginning so animated the Corinthians, that they ordered him a supp... ...ade her his returns and told her he did not despair, for he had met with a lucky omen, which was thus. When he was brought to Fannia’s house, as soon ... ...t as a divine inter- vention, and there were certain who affirmed that the stars of Castor and Pollux were seen on each side of Lysander’s ship, when ... ...lowed by the fall of the whole of them. For no 720 V olume One one of the stars is now in the same place in which it was at first; for they, being, a...

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...aars, invited him to make love to her, to take her as as he would a prostitute. ‘These women are my friends,’ she giggled. ‘They have shown me how ... ...hese women are my friends,’ she giggled. ‘They have shown me how to pleasure a man. Don’t be coy, my husband, take me as you would one of them.’ A... ...en she heard her uncle speak again. ‘I know the death of your father is very distressing for you, my dear, but it was not unexpected; Arthur has bee... ...you have had a near fatal experience which would quail even the stoutest heart. We have been very lucky this time; not too many patients, despite th... ... other exotic perfumes wafted towards her and looking up at the moonlit sky, she wondered why the stars seemed bigger and brighter than they had eve... ...n the balcony, the Indian night was cooler and Helen looked up to the dark skies and saw the same stars which twinkled in the firmament over England...

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...y the well- remembered sea-coal fire in old Greenwich Street, used to tell my brother and me of the monstrous waves at sea, moun- tain high, of the ma... ...vely ascribe all the honour and the glory to whaling; for a whale-ship was my Yale College and my Harvard.’ The record, then, of Melville’s escape fro... ...ing, and managing his farm. An article in Putnam’s Monthly entitled ‘I and My Chimney,’ another called ‘October Mountain,’ and the introduction to the... ...illu- minated by some lively emotion, they beamed upon the be- holder like stars. The hands of Fayaway were as soft and deli- cate as those of any cou... ...ull away from what he termed the most infernal place he ever stepped upon. Lucky was it for him and for us that we were not honoured on our departure ...

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... Allen carelessly. ‘Very,’ said Bob Sawyer, with his mouth full. ‘I’ve put my name down for an arm at our place,’ said Mr. Allen. ‘We’re clubbing for ... ... only one instant!’ bawled Mr. Snodgrass. ‘Yes, do; let me implore you—for my sake!’ roared Mr. Winkle, deeply affected. The adjuration was rather unn... ...ing the water from his head and face, and gasping for breath. ‘I fell upon my back. I couldn’t get on my feet at first.’ The clay upon so much of Mr. ... ...ody could presume to calculate on the issue of an action; that it was very lucky they had prevented the other party from getting Serjeant Snubbin; and... ...own heart. Charles Dickens 117 ‘You’re wery good, sir,’ said Sam. ‘What a lucky feller you are!’ ‘How do you mean?’ inquired the gentleman in blue. ‘... ...outside, that comes for my things twice a week; and, by Jove!—how devilish lucky!—this is the day she calls. Shall I put any of those little things up... ...one above the other, and twinkling afar off so high, that they looked like stars, gleaming from the castle walls on the one side and the Calton Hill o...

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...en old Miss Hatchard had said to her, on a terrible occasion in her life: “My child, you must never cease to remember that it was Mr. Royall who broug... ...nted criticism on her care of the books, and she said irritably: “It’s not my fault if they’re dirty.” He turned around and looked at her with revivin... ...hy he was poking about among her books. “Miss Hatchard’s house? Y es—she’s my cousin and I’m staying there,” the young man answered; adding, as if to ... ...ng to play her its usual trick and remain invisible. It was not one of her lucky days. “I guess it’s somewhere,” she said, to prove her zeal; but she ... ...nge glitter of light ran along the ground under the increasing blackness. “Lucky we’re here after all,” Harney laughed. He fastened the horse under a ... ...nd wept out her pain. It was too late to go around to Hamblin, and all the stars were out in a clear sky when they reached the North Dormer valley and... ...of dark blue velvet, pins, rings, and brooches glittered like the moon and stars. She had never seen jewellry so near by, and she longed to lift the g... ...rgotten even Harney’s nearness. She seemed to have been caught up into the stars.... The picture vanished and darkness came down. In the ob- scurity s...

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...mobile fanny he ran off with. When it dangles in the dunny and I can wipe my bum with it, then I might get it trimmed.” Chris tore the bag open and ... ...e a brow, but he wasn’t about to interfere. “And I mean it! You ever touch my son again and you’ll be brushing your teeth via your arse!” Chris conti... ...lted your pie. Let it take me to court you pile of crap!” “You wait until my dad hears about this!” “I can’t wait to tell him!” Chris was almost nose... ...ke me for, stupid?” Bill smiled. The warm, summer night sky was a blaze of stars and the moon shone in its fullness. Bill liked this time of year; he... ...ained his amusement. “Oh, and don’t forget to wash his overalls and sock. Lucky he had a spare with him.” “I’ll wash them in acid.” Chris mumbled to ... ...andy told Rick how funny Chris used to be. Her friend was always happy go lucky and never had a bad word to say about anyone. Chris would go to chur... ...to religion. Didn’t they use to burn witches and go on crusades?” “Yes.” “Lucky we aren’t back in those days…” “Be nice.” Paul assumed he was going t...

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...Excerpt: My Dear Charles, It is the fate of sequels to disappoint those who have waited for them; and my David, having been left to kick his heels for more than a lustre in the British Linen Company?s office, must expect his late re-a...

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...ped) by Robert Louis Stevenson DEDICATION. To Charles Baxter, Writer to the Signet. My Dear Charles, IT IS THE FATE OF SEQUELS to disappoint those who... ...harles, IT IS THE FATE OF SEQUELS to disappoint those who have waited for them; and my David, having been left to kick his heels for more than a lustr... ...s when I last addressed you – in the venerable city which I must always think of as my home. And I have come so far; and the sights and thoughts of my... ...u why; it just seems it was the thing he wanted. She had wonderful bright eyes like stars, and I daresay the eyes had a part in it; but what I remembe... ...etition you will not forget me. David Balfour is the name I am known by. This is my lucky day, when I have just come into a landed estate, and am not ... ...e in mind for the sake of Balwhidder,” said I, “and I will yours for the sake of my lucky day.” “My name is not spoken,” she replied, with a great dea... ...ll pleased with Neil of the T om.” “Miss Drummond,” I said, “I told you I was in my lucky day. Here I am, and a bank-porter at my tail. And remember I... ...h it. I was in this frame, my heart beating, the grey eyes plain before me like two stars, when Andie broke in upon my musing. “I see ye has gotten gu... ...warmth) from the first blink of the sun till eight or nine at night under the clear stars. The merchants or Captain Sang would sometimes glance and sm...

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...Contents THE PHANTOM ?RICKSHAW ...................................................................................................... 4 MY OWN TRUE GHOST STORY................................................................................................ 25 THE STRANGE RIDE OF MORROWBIE JUKES .....................................................................

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........................................................................... 4 MY OWN TRUE GHOST STORY ...................................................... ...Stories by Rudyard Kipling THE PHANTOM ‘RICKSHAW May no ill dreams disturb my rest, Nor Powers of Darkness me molest. —Evening Hymn. ONE OF THE FEW ad... ...lls. Globe-trotters who expect entertainment as a right, have, even within my memory, blunted this open-heartedness, but none the less to-day, if you ... ...lls. These haunt well curbs and the fringes of jungles, and wail under the stars, or catch women by the wrist and beg to be taken up and carried. Thes... ...where on the nape of my 53 Rudyard Kipling neck. A hundred thousand fiery stars danced before my eyes, and I fell forwards senseless at the edge of, ... ... night Mail set me down at Marwar Junction, where a funny little, happy-go-lucky, na- tive-managed railway runs to Jodhpore. The Bombay Mail from Delh...