The Yellow Crayonby E. Phillips OppenheimCHAPTER IIt was late summer-time, and the perfume of flowers stole into thedarkened room through the half-opened window. The sunlight forcedits way through a chink in the blind, and stretched across the floorin strange zigzag fashion. From without came the pleasant murmurof bees and many lazier insects floating over the gorgeous flowerbeds, resting for a while on the clematis which had made the piazzaa blaze of purple splendour. And inside, in a high-backed chair,there sat a man, his arms folded, his eyes fixed steadily uponvacancy. As he sat then, so had he sat for a whole day and a wholenight. The faint sweet chorus of glad living things, whi　

The Costby David Graham PhillipsCONTENTSCHAPTERI A FATHER INVITES DISASTERII OLIVIA TO THE RESCUEIII AND SCARBOROUGHIV A DUMONT TRIUMPHV FOUR FRIENDSVI "LIKE HIS FATHER"VII PAULINE AWAKENSVIII THE DECISIONIX A THOROUGHBRED RUNS AWAYX MRS. JOHN DUMONTXI YOUNG AMERICAXII AFTER EIGHT YEARSXIII "MY SISTER IN LAW, GLADYSXIV STRAINING AT THE ANCHORSXV GRADUATED PEARLSXVI CHOICE AMONG EVILS...　

THE MISCELLANEOUS WRITINGS AND SPEECHES OF LORD MACAULAYTHEMISCELLANEOUSWRITINGS ANDSPEECHESVOLUME I.LORD MACAULAY1- Page 2-THE MISCELLANEOUS WRITINGS AND SPEECHES OF LORD MACAULAYPREFACE.Lord Macaulay always looked forward to a publication of hismiscellaneous works, either by himself or by those who should representhim after his death. And latterly he expressly reserved, whenever the...　

CROME YELLOWCROME YELLOWBy ALDOUS HUXLEY1- Page 2-CROME YELLOWCHAPTER I.Along this particular stretch of line no express had ever passed. All thetrainsthe few that there werestopped at all the stations. Denis knewthe names of those stations by heart. Bole, Tritton, Spavin Delawarr,Knipswich for Timpany, West Bowlby, and, finally, Camlet-on-the-Water.Camlet was where he always got out, leaving the train to creep indolentlyonward, goodness only knew whither, into the green heart of England....　

Fabre, Poet of Scienceby DR. G.-V. LEGROS."De fimo ad excelsa."J.-H. Fabre.WITH A PREFACE BY JEAN-HENRI FABRE.TRANSLATED BY BERNARD MIALL.PREFACE.The good friend who has so successfully terminated the task which he felt avocation to undertake thought it would be of advantage to complete it bypresenting to the reader a picture both of my life as a whole and of thework which it has been given me to accomplish.The better to accomplish his undertaking, he abstracted from mycorrespondence, as well as from the long conversations which we have sooften enjoyed together, a great number of those memories of varying...　

CAMILLE (LA DAME AUX CAMILIAS)CAMILLE (LA DAMEAUX CAMILIAS)by ALEXANDRE DUMAS fils1- Page 2-CAMILLE (LA DAME AUX CAMILIAS)CHAPTER IIn my opinion, it is impossible to create characters until one has spenta long time in studying men, as it is impossible to speak a language until ithas been seriously acquired. Not being old enough to invent, I contentmyself with narrating, and I beg the reader to assure himself of the truth ofa story in which all the characters, with the exception of the heroine, are...　

Mary Stuartby Alexandre Dumas, PereCHAPTER ISome royal names are predestined to misfortune: in France, there isthe name "Henry". Henry I was poisoned, Henry II was killed in atournament, Henry III and Henry IV were assassinated. As to Henry V,for whom the past is so fatal already, God alone knows what thefuture has in store for him.In Scotland, the unlucky name is "Stuart". Robert I, founder of therace, died at twenty-eight of a lingering illness. Robert II, themost fortunate of the family, was obliged to pass a part of his life,not merely in retirement, but also in the dark, on account ofinflammation of the eyes, which made them blood-red. Robert III...　

Latter-Day Pamphletsby Thomas CarlyleBut as yet struggles the twelfth hour of the Night. Birds of darkness are on the wing; spectres uproar; the dead walk; the living dream. Thou, Eternal Providence, wilt make the Day dawn!JEAN PAUL.Then said his Lordship, "Well. God mend all!""Nay, by God, Donald, we must help him to mend it!" said the other.RUSHWORTH (_Sir David Ramsay and Lord Rea, in 1630_).CONTENTS.I. THE PRESENT TIME II. MODEL PRISONS III. DOWNING STREET IV. THE NEW DOWNING STREET V. STUMP-ORATOR[February 1, 1850.] NO. I. THE PRESENT TIME.The Present Time, youngest-born of Eternity, child and heir of all the Past Times with their good and evil, and parent of all the Future, 　

　　Inasmuch as the scene of this story is that historic pile, Belpher Castle, in the county of Hampshire, it would be an agreeable task to open it with a leisurely description of the place, followed by some notes on the history of the Earls of Marshmoreton, who have owned it since the fifteenth century. Unfortunately, in these days of rush and hurry, a novelist works at a disadvantage. He must leap into the middle of his tale with as little delay as he would employ in boarding a moving tramcar. He must get off the mark with the smooth swiftness of a jack-rabbit surprised while lunching. Otherwise, people throw him aside and go out to picture palaces.　I may briefly remark that the present Lor　

The KentonsBy William Dean HowellsI.The Kentons were not rich, but they were certainly richer than theaverage in the pleasant county town of the Middle West, where they hadspent nearly their whole married life. As their circumstances had growneasier, they had mellowed more and more in the keeping of theircomfortable home, until they hated to leave it even for the shortoutings, which their children made them take, to Niagara or the UpperLakes in the hot weather. They believed that they could not be so wellanywhere as in the great square brick house which still kept its fouracres about it, in the heart of the growing town, where the trees they...　

The Black Tulipby Alexandre Dumas, PereChapter 1A Grateful PeopleOn the 20th of August, 1672, the city of the Hague, alwaysso lively, so neat, and so trim that one might believe everyday to be Sunday, with its shady park, with its tall trees,spreading over its Gothic houses, with its canals like largemirrors, in which its steeples and its almost Easterncupolas are reflected, the city of the Hague, the capitalof the Seven United Provinces, was swelling in all itsarteries with a black and red stream of hurried, panting,and restless citizens, who, with their knives in theirgirdles, muskets on their shoulders, or sticks in theirhands, were pushing on to the Buytenhof, a terrible prison,...　

The Brotherhood of Consolationby Honore de BalzacTranslated by Katharine Prescott WormeleyFIRST EPISODEMADAME DE LA CHANTERIEITHE MALADY OF THE AGEOn a fine evening in the month of September, 1836, a man about thirtyyears of age was leaning on the parapet of that quay from which aspectator can look up the Seine from the Jardin des Plantes to Notre-Dame, and down, along the vast perspective of the river, to theLouvre. There is not another point of view to compare with it in thecapital of ideas. We feel ourselves on the quarter-deck, as it were,of a gigantic vessel. We dream of Paris from the days of the Romans tothose of the Franks, from the Normans to the Burgundians, the Middle-...