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My Well And What Came Out Of It My Well And What Came Out Of It

My Well And What Came Out Of It
Early in my married life I bought a small country estate which my wife and I looked upon as a paradise. After enjoying its delight for a little more than a year our souls were saddened by the discovery that our Eden contained a serpent. This was an insufficient water-supply. It had been a rainy season when we first went there, and for a long time our cisterns gave us full aqueous satisfaction, but early this year a drought had set in, and we were obliged to be exceedingly careful of our water. It was quite natural that the... Short Stories - Post by : freespirit - Date : October 2009 - Author : Frank R Stockton - Read : 2477

Mr. Tolman Mr. Tolman

Mr. Tolman
Mr. Tolman was a gentleman whose apparent age was of a varying character. At times, when deep in thought on business matters or other affairs, one might have thought him fifty-five or fifty- seven, or even sixty. Ordinarily, however, when things were running along in a satisfactory and commonplace way, he appeared to be about fifty years old, while upon some extraordinary occasions, when the world assumed an unusually attractive aspect, his age seemed to run down to forty-five or less. He was the head of a business firm. In fact, he was the only member of it.... Short Stories - Post by : checkmate - Date : October 2009 - Author : Frank R Stockton - Read : 1440

My Unwilling Neighbor My Unwilling Neighbor

My Unwilling Neighbor
I was about twenty-five years old when I began life as the owner of a vineyard in western Virginia. I bought a large tract of land, the greater part of which lay upon the sloping side of one of the foot-hills of the Blue Ridge, the exposure being that most favorable to the growth of the vine. I am an enthusiastic lover of the country and of country life, and believed that I should derive more pleasure as well as profit from the culture of my far-stretching vineyard than I would from ordinary farm operations. I built myself a... Short Stories - Post by : phylaw - Date : October 2009 - Author : Frank R Stockton - Read : 2566

Our Archery Club Our Archery Club

Our Archery Club
When an archery club was formed in our village, I was among the first to join it. But I should not, on this account, claim any extraordinary enthusiasm on the subject of archery, for nearly all the ladies and gentlemen of the place were also among the first to join. Few of us, I think, had a correct idea of the popularity of archery in our midst until the subject of a club was broached. Then we all perceived what a strong interest we felt in the study and use of the bow and arrow. The club was formed... Short Stories - Post by : larisanyc - Date : October 2009 - Author : Frank R Stockton - Read : 3097

The Widow's Cruise The Widow's Cruise

The Widow's Cruise
The Widow Ducket lived in a small village about ten miles from the New Jersey sea-coast. In this village she was born, here she had married and buried her husband, and here she expected somebody to bury her; but she was in no hurry for this, for she had scarcely reached middle age. She was a tall woman with no apparent fat in her composition, and full of activity, both muscular and mental. She rose at six o'clock in the morning, cooked breakfast, set the table, washed the dishes when the meal was over, milked, churned, swept, washed, ironed,... Short Stories - Post by : Pete_Ticali - Date : October 2009 - Author : Frank R Stockton - Read : 2029

'his Wife's Deceased Sister' "his Wife's Deceased Sister"

'his Wife's Deceased Sister'
It is now five years since an event occurred which so colored my life, or rather so changed some of its original colors, that I have thought it well to write an account of it, deeming that its lessons may be of advantage to persons whose situations in life are similar to my own. When I was quite a young man I adopted literature as a profession, and having passed through the necessary preparatory grades, I found myself, after a good many years of hard and often unremunerative work, in possession of what might be called a fair literary practice.... Short Stories - Post by : Intuitive - Date : October 2009 - Author : Frank R Stockton - Read : 1259

The Magic Egg The Magic Egg

The Magic Egg
The pretty little theatre attached to the building of the Unicorn Club had been hired for a certain January afternoon by Mr. Herbert Loring, who wished to give therein a somewhat novel performance, to which he had invited a small audience consisting entirely of friends and acquaintances. Loring was a handsome fellow about thirty years old, who had travelled far and studied much. He had recently made a long sojourn in the far East, and his friends had been invited to the theatre to see some of the wonderful things he had brought from that country of wonders. As... Short Stories - Post by : Pallieter - Date : October 2009 - Author : Frank R Stockton - Read : 2535

The Lady, Or The Tiger? The Lady, Or The Tiger?

The Lady, Or The Tiger?
In the very olden time there lived a semi-barbaric king, whose ideas, though somewhat polished and sharpened by the progressiveness of distant Latin neighbors, were still large, florid, and untrammeled, as became the half of him which was barbaric. He was a man of exuberant fancy, and, withal, of an authority so irresistible that, at his will, he turned his varied fancies into facts. He was greatly given to self-communing, and, when he and himself agreed upon anything, the thing was done. When every member of his domestic and political systems moved smoothly in its appointed course, his nature was bland... Short Stories - Post by : karlt - Date : October 2009 - Author : Frank R Stockton - Read : 3711