Two or three years ago the editor of "Lippincott's Magazine" asked me, with many others, to take part in the very interestin...

"Jack, she played with me deliberately, heartlessly. I can never forgive her." "In that case, Will, I congratulate you....

It was the day before Thanksgiving. The brief cloudy November afternoon was fast merging into early twilight. The trees, now gaunt and bar...

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"Mother," remarked Farmer Banning, discontentedly, "Susie is making a long visit." "She is coming home next w...

Chapter I. Its Discovery Jeff, the hero of my tale, was as truly a part of the Southern Confederacy as the greater Jeff at Richmond. I...

The Christmas holidays had come, and with them a welcome vacation for Hedley Marstern. Although as yet a briefless young lawyer, he had a ...

It was the beginning of a battle. The skirmish line of the Union advance was sweeping rapidly over a rough mountainous region in the South...

The August morning was bright and fair, but Herbert Scofield's brow was clouded. He had wandered off to a remote part of the grounds o...

A Tradition of the Revolution Not very far from the Highlands of the Hudson, but at a considerable distance from the river, there stoo...