I knew that tall young fellow, Rene de Bourneval. He was an agreeable man, though rather melancholy and seemed prejudiced against ever...

This story was told during the hunting season at the Chateau Baneville. The autumn had been rainy and sad. The red leaves, instead of ...

As we sat chatting after dinner, a party of men, the conversation turned on women, for lack of something else. One of us said: ...

Ever since he entered France with the invading army Walter Schnaffs had considered himself the most unfortunate of men. He was large, ...

Mme. Oreille was a very economical woman; she knew the value of a centime, and possessed a whole storehouse of strict principles with ...

He was known for thirty miles round was father Toine—fat Toine, Toine-my-extra, Antoine Macheble, nicknamed Burnt-Brandy—the innkeeper...

"Here, my friend," I said to Labarbe, "you have just repeated those five words, that pig of a Morin. Why on earth do I ...

PREPARATIONS FOR THE EXCURSION  M. Patissot, born in Paris, after having failed in his examinations at the College Henri IV., li...

To Georges Legrand. Hardly a day goes by without our reading a news item like the following in some newspaper: "On Wedn...

The hotel guests slowly entered the dining-room and took their places. The waiters did not hurry themselves, in order to give the late...

The two old friends were walking in the garden in bloom, where spring was bringing everything to life. One was a senator, the othe...

Old Baron des Ravots had for forty years been the champion sportsman of his province. But a stroke of paralysis had kept him in his ch...

Noon had just struck. The school door opened and the youngsters darted out, jostling each other in their haste to get out quickly. But...

They called him Saint Anthony, because his name was Anthony, and also, perhaps, because he was a good fellow, jovial, a lover of pract...

The two young women appear to be buried under a blanket of flowers. They are alone in the immense landau, which is filled with flowers...

There was a real mystery in this affair which neither the jury, nor the president, nor the public prosecutor himself could understand....

Monsieur Saval, who was called in Mantes "Father Saval," had just risen from bed. He was weeping. It was a dull autumn day; ...

"Hello! there's Milial!" said somebody near me. I looked at the man who had been pointed out as I had been wishing for a...

I Everybody in Fecamp knew Mother Patin's story. She had certainly been unfortunate with her husband, for in his lifetime he use...

This entire stretch of country was amazing; it was characterized by a grandeur that was almost religious, and yet it had an air of sin...