Mrs. Livingstone adored art--Art with a capital A, not the kind whose sign-manual is a milking-stool or a beribboned picture frame. The fa...

On twelve hundred dollars a year the Wheelers had contrived to live thus far with some comforts and a few luxuries--they had been married ...

At the ages of fifty-four and fifty, respectively, Mr. and Mrs. Wentworth found themselves possessed of a roomy, old-fashioned farmhouse n...

Monday noon the postman gave the letter to twelve-year-old Emily, and Emily in turn handed it to her young brother. Between the gate and t...

The legacy amounted to ten thousand dollars; and coming as it did from a little known, scarcely remembered relative it seemed even more un...

The Honorable Peter Wentworth was not a church-going man, and when he appeared at the prayer-meeting on that memorable Friday evening ther...

Tom was eighteen, and was spending the long summer days behind the village-store counter--Tom hoped to go to college in the fall. Carr...

On the boundary fence sat James, known as "Jim"; on the stunted grass of the neighboring back yard lay Robert, known as "Bo...

The house was very still. In the little room over the porch the Lady in Black sat alone. Near her a child's white dress lay across a c...

"I am so glad you consented to stay over until Monday, auntie, for now you can hear our famous boy choir," Ethel had said at the...

There were three men in the hotel office that Monday evening: Jared Parker, the proprietor; Seth Wilber, town authority on all things past...

It rained. It had rained all day. To Helen Raymond, spatting along the wet slipperiness of the drenched pavements, it seemed as if it had ...

To Hephzibah the world was a place of weary days and unrestful nights, and life was a thing of dishes that were never quite washed and of ...

At the office of Hawkins & Hawkins, system was everything. Even the trotter-boy was reduced to an orbit that ignored craps and marbles...

On Monday Rathburn took the dog far up the trail. Stub was no blue-ribbon, petted dog of records and pedigree; he was a vicious-looking li...

The Story of a Discontented Woman The floor was untidy, the sink full of dirty dishes, and the stove a variegated thing of gray and du...

Until his fiftieth year Jason Hartsorn knew nothing whatever about the position of his liver, kidneys, lungs, heart, spleen, and stomach e...

When Hester was two years old a wheezy hand-organ would set her eyes to sparkling and her cheeks to dimpling, and when she was twenty the ...

The Great Idea and What Came of It Margaret Brackett turned her head petulantly from side to side on the pillow. "I'm sure ...

He was not Mike at first; he was only the Millionaire--a young millionaire who sat in a wheel chair on the pier waiting for the boat. ...