The Foreigner: A Tale of Saskatchewanby Ralph ConnorPREFACEIn Western Canada there is to be seen to-day that most fascinating of all human phenomena, the making of a nation. Out of breeds diverse in traditions, in ideals, in speech, and in manner of life, Saxon and Slav, Teuton, Celt and Gaul, one people is being made. The blood strains of great races will mingle in the blood of a race greater than the greatest of them all.It would be our wisdom to grip these peoples to us with living hooks of justice and charity till all lines of national cleavage disappear, and in the Entity of our Canadian national life, and in the Unity of our world-wide Empire, we fuse into a people whose strength wi　

Tamburlaine the Great, Part 1by Christopher MarloweThis is Part 1EDITED BY THE REV. ALEXANDER DYCE.Tamburlaine the Great. Who, from a Scythian Shepheardeby his rare and woonderfull Conquests, became a mostpuissant and mightye Monarque. And (for his tyranny,and terrour in Warre) was tearmed, The Scourge of God.Deuided into two Tragicall Discourses, as they weresundrie times shewed vpon Stages in the Citie of London.By the right honorable the Lord Admyrall, his seruauntes.Now first, and newlie published. London. Printed byRichard Ihones: at the signe of the Rose and Crowneneere Holborne Bridge. 1590. 4to....　

The Golden AgeThe Golden AgeBy Kenneth Grahame1- Page 2-The Golden AgePROLOGUE: THE OLYMPIANSLooking back to those days of old, ere the gate shut behind me, I cansee now that to children with a proper equipment of parents these thingswould have worn a different aspect. But to those whose nearest wereaunts and uncles, a special attitude of mind may be allowed. Theytreated us, indeed, with kindness enough as to the needs of the flesh, but...　

Novel Notesby Jerome K. JeromePROLOGUEYears ago, when I was very small, we lived in a great house in a long, straight, brown-coloured street, in the east end of London. It was a noisy, crowded street in the daytime; but a silent, lonesome street at night, when the gas-lights, few and far between, partook of the character of lighthouses rather than of illuminants, and the tramp, tramp of the policeman on his long beat seemed to be ever drawing nearer, or fading away, except for brief moments when the footsteps ceased, as he paused to rattle a door or window, or to flash his lantern into some dark passage leading down towards the river.The house had many advantages, so my father would explain　

The Cavalry GeneralThe Cavalry GeneralBy XenophonTranslation by H. G. Dakyns1- Page 2-The Cavalry GeneralXenophon the Athenian was born 431 B.C. He was a pupil of Socrates.He marched with the Spartans, and was exiled from Athens. Sparta gavehim land and property in Scillus, where he lived for many years beforehaving to move once more, to settle in Corinth. He died in 354 B.C.The Cavalry General is a discourse on the merits a cavalry general, or...　

TO BE READ AT DUSKTO BE READ AT DUSKby Charles Dickens1- Page 2-TO BE READ AT DUSKOne, two, three, four, five. There were five of them.Five couriers, sitting on a bench outside the convent on the summit ofthe Great St. Bernard in Switzerland, looking at the remote heights,stained by the setting sun as if a mighty quantity of red wine had beenbroached upon the mountain top, and had not yet had time to sink into thesnow.This is not my simile. It was made for the occasion by the stoutest...　

Rambling Idle Excursionby Mark TwainSOME RAMBLING NOTES OF AN IDLE EXCURSIONAll the journeyings I had ever done had been purely in the way ofbusiness. The pleasant May weather suggested a novelty namely, a tripfor pure recreation, the bread-and-butter element left out. The Reverendsaid he would go, too; a good man, one of the best of men, although aclergyman. By eleven at night we were in New Haven and on board the NewYork boat. We bought our tickets, and then went wandering around hereand there, in the solid comfort of being free and idle, and of puttingdistance between ourselves and the mails and telegraphs.After a while I went to my stateroom and undressed, but the night was too...　

THE ART OF LAWN TENNISTHE ART OF LAWNTENNISby WILLIAM T. TILDEN, 2D1- Page 2-THE ART OF LAWN TENNISTo R. D. K. AND M. W. J. MY "BUDDIES" W. T. T. 2D2- Page 3-THE ART OF LAWN TENNISINTRODUCTIONTennis is at once an art and a science. The game as played by suchmen as Norman E. Brookes, the late Anthony Wilding, William M....　

The Man BetweenThe Man BetweenAN INTERNATIONAL ROMANCEBy AMELIA E. BARR1- Page 2-The Man BetweenPART FIRSTO LOVE WILL VENTURE IN!CHAPTER ITHE thing that I know least about is my beginning. For it is possible tointroduce Ethel Rawdon in so many picturesque ways that the choice isembarrassing, and forces me to the conclusion that the actual...　

　　ACKNOWLEDGMENTS　　 There are a lot of people to thank for helping me bring this one home. It was a devil of a book to write, for a host of reasons. For one thing, I began writing it the week before my father passed away, and inevitably the long shadow of that event dimmed the joy of writing, at least for the first six months or so, slowing it to a crawl.　 Paradoxically, even as my production of useable text diminished, I could feel the scale of the story I wanted to tell getting bigger. What had originally begun life as an idea for a short, satiric stab at Hollywood began to blossom into something larger, lusher and stranger: a fantasia on Hollywood both in its not-so-innocent youth and in　

Father Goriotby Honore de BalzacTranslated by Ellen MarriageTo the great and illustrious Geoffroy Saint-Hilaire, a token of admiration for his works and genius. DE BALZAC.Mme. Vauquer (nee de Conflans) is an elderly person, who for the past forty years has kept a lodging-house in the Rue Nueve- Sainte-Genevieve, in the district that lies between the Latin Quarter and the Faubourg Saint-Marcel. Her house (known in the neighborhood as the Maison Vauquer) receives men and women, old and young, and no word has ever been breathed against her respectable establishment; but, at the same time, it must be said that as a matter of fact no young woman has been under her roof for thirty years, and that　

附：【本作品来自互联网,本人不做任何负责】内容版权归作者所有。Chapter 1The Creature in the ShopMy name is Dr Frederick Treves. I am a doctor at the London Hospital. One day in 1884, I saw a picture in the window of a shop near the hospital. I stopped in front of the shop and looked at the picture. At first I felt interested, then I felt angry, then afraid. It was a horrible, ugly picture. There was a man in the picture, but he did not look like you and me. He did not look like a man. He looked like an elephant.I read the writing under the picture. It said：Come in and see the Elephant Man. 2 pence. I opened the door and went in.There was a man in the shop. He was a dirty man in an old coat with a cigarette in his mouth. ‘